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.
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.
"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.
"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.
"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.
"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.
"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.
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?
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.
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.
Jamie gives Jon that illusion of modesty and turns away as he undresses himself. He tries to leave his clothes somewhere safe. The bathroom doesn't seem dirty, just... dingy. Not his first choice, if he has one. But right now is all about Jon, and his comfort is what matters.
That done, he goes to turn on the water to make sure it's actually a good temperature when they step in. As he often does around Jon, he lets his scars show. It's probably beyond the archivist's notice or ability to care just now, but he does it all the same.
The gentle kindness has the ring's vibrations all but shutting off, and Jon's cock goes half-flaccid, which is as much frustration as it is relief, especially when his automatic response is to beg. "Tease me? Please? I need you to- God, I don't know. You're being too nice. T-tell me I'm... naughty?" Even just asking for that gets the thing buzzing again, and Jon's steps stumble a bit as he catches Jamie's hand and lets the changeling pull him into the shower.
Jon wraps his free arm around Jamie and leans into the other man in a desperate hug, and then just bites hard into his shoulder without offering any sort of warning.
"I'm going to remember the way you send when you're begging me to tease you, Jon--ah--"
Jamie grabs Jon's hair, not pulling him away but that was unexpected. He gets control of himself again and relaxes his hold, stroking his fingers through Jon's hair rather than gripping it. He lets his nails scritch lightly along Jon's scalp.
"I knew you liked this kind of thing," he coos as he slips a hand between them. His fingers brush along Jon's cock. He squeezes gently and nuzzles against Jon's temple. "Just the possibility of getting caught is enough, isn't it? The possibility that someone might know. Or that you might be getting away with something, you naughty thing."
The hand gripping into his hair, fingers tangling in as they're both doused, is almost too much on its own. Jon whines through his nose and bites harder for a moment before relaxing. When Jamie murmurs and bites back, Jon's vision goes practically white as wires within him jolt and shock. He doesn't come, but it's certainly a near thing, and he gasps in a breath.
"I- We shouldn't be doing this while I'm at work." He yells at other people for being unprofessional, but look at him here. First panicking over being cursed by the Fae and now getting off with someone who came in to provide counsel on that curse. Jon's hips jerk forward a few times, trying to find more contact with Jamie's hand. Should he do something for Jamie, in turn?
The thought flits across his conscious thoughts before being relegated to after the damn ring is off. He'll do something for Jamie this time. It will be easier in the shower. Cleaner. As it is, one of his hands slide down Jamie's back and up again, fingers tracing his spine.
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Yes, that's perfect, Jon. I love it.
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[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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I expect he deserves a great many things. Thank you.
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[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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"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.
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"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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"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.
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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 don't even know why you'd make something like this." Training someone into a particular kink doesn't actually occur to him.
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"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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"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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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?
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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That done, he goes to turn on the water to make sure it's actually a good temperature when they step in. As he often does around Jon, he lets his scars show. It's probably beyond the archivist's notice or ability to care just now, but he does it all the same.
He reaches out to Jon, gently beckoning.
"Come on, darling. Let's not keep you waiting."
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Jon wraps his free arm around Jamie and leans into the other man in a desperate hug, and then just bites hard into his shoulder without offering any sort of warning.
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"I'm going to remember the way you send when you're begging me to tease you, Jon--ah--"
Jamie grabs Jon's hair, not pulling him away but that was unexpected. He gets control of himself again and relaxes his hold, stroking his fingers through Jon's hair rather than gripping it. He lets his nails scritch lightly along Jon's scalp.
"I knew you liked this kind of thing," he coos as he slips a hand between them. His fingers brush along Jon's cock. He squeezes gently and nuzzles against Jon's temple. "Just the possibility of getting caught is enough, isn't it? The possibility that someone might know. Or that you might be getting away with something, you naughty thing."
He tips his head to bite Jon's earlobe.
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"I- We shouldn't be doing this while I'm at work." He yells at other people for being unprofessional, but look at him here. First panicking over being cursed by the Fae and now getting off with someone who came in to provide counsel on that curse. Jon's hips jerk forward a few times, trying to find more contact with Jamie's hand. Should he do something for Jamie, in turn?
The thought flits across his conscious thoughts before being relegated to after the damn ring is off. He'll do something for Jamie this time. It will be easier in the shower. Cleaner. As it is, one of his hands slide down Jamie's back and up again, fingers tracing his spine.
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