Poison just kind of loses himself for a minute, fucking Jack's mouth like it's not even attached to a person. He stops before he gets too close, pushing Jack off his cock and away from him. "Fuck," he breathes, a little dazed. He almost wishes someone else could see Jack like this. He wonders if Jack would be okay with that: having a witness to his total objectification. He wonders if it would help send him right into subspace. He pats Jack's cheek before easing off the bed. He slaps Jack's ass, just so he knows he hasn't been abandoned.

He pulls the plug free, and true to his word, he pushes into Jack without any preamble. Poison had put a little more lube on his cock, but that's it: Jack's spit and a quick stroke of KY, along with whatever lube he'd used to get the plug in in the first place. He waits, just to make sure Jack can handle it.