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Jamie What can I do for you? <

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[Jon raises a brow.]

Do changeling curses usually outlive them? From what he told me, he's more like you than you've described your Gentry to me. He used to be human, and then had... some sort of shard connected to him that turned him into a fairy king? All when he was an infant.

[the_fairest_flower]

[Jamie lifts a delicate brow and looks at the screen again. Wouldn't be the first changeling to masquerade as one of Them. Maybe he doesn't need to be so afraid.

But better to tread carefully none the less.]

If a curse is good enough, I imagine it should. I've seen magical artifacts that still work after the maker is dead, I don't see why other magic should be all that different.

[He doesn't know for sure, though. That's an Autumn Court question.]

[compellingstatement]

Fair enough...

If his performance in bed is anything like his curses, then he'll be the sort to leave his partner wanting more?

[Is that a good one, Jamie?]

[the_fairest_flower]

[Jamie flashes a wicked little grin.]

I'm sure there are people out there that like disappointment.

[Getting better, Jon!]

He has a nice rack, you barely even notice how weird his eyes look.

[compellingstatement]

Yes, and you can't even tell that his ears are off-center when you're focused on it.

[the_fairest_flower]

[Jamie giggles brightly and covers his mouth.]

Yes, that's perfect, Jon. I love it.

[compellingstatement]

Right... would you sit with me while I message him back?

[the_fairest_flower]

Of course I will, darling.

[Jamie scoots his chair closer and brings his tea with him. He doesn't stop until he can press more of his leg against Jon's. For moral support.]

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[Jon quirks a very brief smile at Jamie before beginning to type.]

[the_fairest_flower]

You magnificent creature. [Jamie grins and leans so he can kiss Jon's cheek.] Beautiful. I hope it works, but even if it doesn't, he deserved every bit of that.

[compellingstatement]

[A flush colors his cheeks.]

I expect he deserves a great many things. Thank you.

[the_fairest_flower]

Any time, darling.

[Jamie leans a little closer when Jon gets a reply and is promptly distracted by the fact that he moans. He lifts a brow.]

Jon? Did I just hear something buzz?

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The question isn't helping. Jon bites his lip hard and squeezes his thighs together.

"N-no. I-" He doesn't especially want to talk about... things that have happened to him with Jamie, even if Jamie's shared some of his own trials. "Ignore that. It's- mm... It's not important." The buzzing only seems to ramp up, though, as Jamie looks at him and the shame settles in along with the unnatural pleasure.

[the_fairest_flower]

Oh, he can't ignore it now.

"Jon...?" He lifts his eyebrows and resists the urge to put a hand in Jon's lap. Yeah, he's not sure he can ignore this. Especially when he's pretty sure it starts getting more intense.

"What is that?"

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"Nothing. It's nothing. I- ah!" He screams in his head for the buzzing to stop, but it only intensifies with the regard.

"It's cursed. It's a cursed ring. I can't get it off and any time I'm- a-any time I'm embarrassed, it... goes off like this. Oh, god." He'd enjoyed being gently teased before, but this is making it bizarrely sexual.

[the_fairest_flower]

"Oh that is not nothing."

Jamie looks even more surprised when Jon describes what it does. Buzzes when he's embarrassed? Poor thing.

"What do you mean you can't get it off? There has to be some way."

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"I mean it won't come off." Jon bites his lip. "I-I have a Statement about, ngh... about something like it. It's supposed to come off when you... when you get off. I didn't have a chance to do it the first time." For reasons he's not going to go into.

"I don't even know why you'd make something like this." Training someone into a particular kink doesn't actually occur to him.

[the_fairest_flower]

Jamie really shouldn't be fascinated or interested, but he is. He is wildly interested.

"Because you like being teased," he says as he moves closer. "Kind of like a little reward system, right?"

His hand runs lightly over Jon's thigh and Jamie meets his gaze.

"Do you want to get it off?"

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"Oh, god." Not like that-like this. "It wasn't meant as a reward." of that, Jon is 100% certain. Just another way to humiliate him. The ring starts buzzing incessantly as Jon thinks about the times that Jamie's teased him in much nicer ways than the clone ever did. He never wanted this as a reward.

"Yes. God, yes, I want it off. Off!" His trousers are tenting noticeably as Jon screws his eyes shut and shoves his drink out of the way to drop his top half over the table, face down, hands in his hair. This is too much, and it needs to stop.

[the_fairest_flower]

"I'm sorry, darling. All the more reason for us to get it off you." Jamie strokes his hand through Jon's hair, fingers brushing along the Archivist's.

"I'll help. Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?"

Maybe taking care of Jon in the kitchen would be fine, but Jamie suspects he'd rather not have interruptions.

[compellingstatement]

"Nngh... All I have is the cot in document storage." He supposes they could use the spare office. There are pillows and blankets stowed away in there, but they'd need to set those up into a pile to be comfortable.

"I don't want to make a mess." He jerks with a helpless little whine as the ring gives a particularly powerful jolt. Pleasure pours through him, and Jon's not entirely sure he's going to be able to stand up, let alone walk anywhere.

[the_fairest_flower]

Jamie uses his foot to turn Jon's chair more until the Archivist is facing him.

"I won't let there be a mess," he promises. "Tell me what would be best for you, darling. I can just... take care of it the way I did when you were staying with me."

He'd gotten Jon off after the whole debacle with the tape, and that hadn't been so bad, right?

[compellingstatement]

Jon has to sit up as his chair is moved, eyes wide and a little uncertain at the maneuver. Did Jamie really just... do that? It's a bit demanding, isn't it?

That thought flies from his head with the suggestion of doing what they had at Jamie's cottage after listening to that damn tape. "Uh... God!" He has to shove his hand down over his groin, biting his lip hard. "I don't-" His underwear had been a mess after that. Does he really want it like that?

A part of him that shivers with the pleasure being provided by the ring wants it. A reminder of what a naughty little thing he is, his shame hidden from view, but not what he can feel. The more practical side of him says to hell with that. "Sh-shower? There's a shower in the toilet here. I- we could..." It's just a dingy little thing meant for quick washes, but it would be more convenient to be naked and just be washed during this, rather than having to do it after.

[the_fairest_flower]

Poor Jon. Jamie really does feel for him, and he's patient as he waits for an answer.

"Shower it is." Jamie gets up and gently hauls Jon to his feet, too. "You're going to have to lead the way, darling."

He stays close, though, just in case Jon is unsteady on his feet or something. As long as there's hot water, Jamie can cope with how dingy it is.

[compellingstatement]

Jamie's hands on Jon are like electricity with the way the vibrations are sparking through him. He barely suppresses a moan as he's pulled. It's not far.

"Just here. Over here." His steps lurch a bit, and he clings to Jamie as they go, uncertain he's got his feet fully under him on the short journey. It's through a door in the breakroom into a small bathroom.

Everything in the place is clean, but the light is low and doesn't fully illuminate the corners of the small space. The shower is just a raised square or porcelain in the floor with a white curtain around it. There's a shelf with shampoo and soap in there and a towel wrack nearby.

As soon as they're in the door, Jon lets go of Jamie and starts tugging his clothes off, turning away as he does so. Modesty ought to be dead given the circumstances, but it's instinct more than anything.