Jon's breath catches again as his head is tipped back, and Jamie sets his teeth and lips to work along the line of Jon's neck. And god, the things he's saying. The thought of people knowing about his interest is equal parts horrifying and thrilling. It's not even terrible knowledge, and lord knows there are plenty of people here with that interest.

But even knowing that... "I- Oh, god, I don't know. They'd- They might make fun of me." And he'd enjoy that, wouldn't he? In this moment as the ring picks up steam and pours pure pleasure through every vein, he wants to agree.

"You-you'd have to make me. I'm not just giving you that." His nail dig into Jamie harder for a moment. "Make me. Bind me." What is he even asking for? Jon has no idea, but begging makes everything shine brighter. He's so close to orgasm, to getting this stupid cockring off. Just one more push.