"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.
"But we are," he purrs as Jon presses against him. He wraps his fingers around Jon's cock to give him more friction, but he makes Jon work for it a bit. "And now you'll think about it whenever you're here. Whenever you go to make tea."
Jamie grins and leans in to tease Jon's neck with kisses and sharper bites.
"Bet I could rig up a little curse of my own that gives you a reminder when you walk through the door."
He won't. But it is kind of a fun idea now that he's thinking about it. Something to give Jon a little thrill, something that might make him blush at the momentary reminder of what he's gotten up to here.
"N-no... god, don't- Jamie." If he can just put it from his mind forever once the ring is off, Jon will happily do so. Jamie's faux-threats are effective, though, even as he tilts toward memories that are very fresh and horrific with the clone. It's teasing. It's not... that. Nothing like what the clone was threatening to do.
"No curses," Jon finally manages as he tilts his head back into the warm stream of water cascading over them. He promptly gets a noseful of water and has to push back from Jamie briefly to hack into his own arm. "Guh... maybe not the shower." Although, they're here now. Jon isn't going to take them out of it. Instead, he focuses on finally just kissing the other man. The clone hadn't done this. It wouldn't have kissed a monster like the Archivist.
Jamie won't turn it away as he runs his fingers up through the changeling's hair and embraces him.
Jamie tries not to laugh when Jon ends up with water where he doesn't want it. He waits for a second, mostly to see if Jon is serious about getting out of the shower. Now that it's nice and warm in here, Jamie's content to stay. But then Jon is kissing him and Jamie sighs softly, sweetly, as he leans into it.
Kissing a monster like the Archivist isn't any different than kissing a monster like him. Jamie slides his arm around Jon's shoulders to keep him close as hands run through his hair. He licks lightly into the other man's mouth and the hand on Jon's cock returns to steadily stroking, maybe with a little more focus and determination. Even if this whole thing is utilitarian in its purpose, there's no reason he can't make Jon feel good - as much as he can - while they do it.
It's sweet. It's kind and gentle... and Jon's erection begins to flag again in spite of Jamie's attention. The ring is no longer pulsing much, just a low-grade, intensely frustrating buzz that won't seem to abate. Why does it have to be like this? Why can't he just get off in some reasonable, simple way? It's not fair!
In spite of that, Jon's responsive to the kiss, parting his lips and giving back what he can while his attention is divided between that and trying to get his body to respond in any way that makes sense. He rocks his hips into Jamie's hand in the hopes that he can create his own stimulation, but it's not enough.
"Jamie," Jon says when they break apart, frustration and arousal both there. "It can't be- It's too nice again."
Jamie laughs against Jon's mouth and bites his lip sharply. Poor thing. Is he being too kind? His free hand slides up to stroke through Jon's wet hair. He pulls as he does, tipping the Archivist's head back.
"It's too bad you had to be clean," he coos as he lifts his head. "I do so adore seeing you in your lingerie, Jon. And it's wildly exciting to know that you might be wearing it under that drab wardrobe. What would you do if people knew how much you like it?"
He tips his head to kiss and gently bite along Jon's neck.
"You should give me a little peek every morning. That way at least someone will be able to appreciate what a minx you really are."
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.
That's better. Jamie grins against Jon's neck and keeps his hand moving steadily as Jon gets more worked up. He can feel the vibration of the ring and he is keenly aware that it's getting more intense. It doesn't hurt that Jon is holding him like Jamie is the only thing keeping him from flying apart. He tips his head to bite Jon's earlobe.
"I could," he purrs. "I would, darling, because I know you'd like it no matter how much you complain."
He lifts his head so that he can kiss Jon full on the mouth.
"I'd adore it, you know. Having you pledged like that. I should do it." It doesn't matter if the threat is real or not. "If only so that I get cute, begrudging pictures of you every morning in something lacy or silky. Oh, I could show Morrigan..."
Jon makes a choked sound as he comes, a vision of Jamie sharing photos of him around too much. His whole body goes rigid, pressing hard against the other man, forming to the curves of him. And then the tension is gone, and Jon has to wrap his arms more tightly around the changeling to keep himself from becoming a puddle on the shower floor. His breaths pepper little drops of water against the other man's ear, accompanied by a quiet sigh of relief.
The cock ring is still for a moment, and Jon basks in that, forgetting for a moment that it's there and they need to remove it quickly or he'll just wind up with the same problem again.
"Jamie," he mutters, "you're really are a bastard sometimes." His tone with that is fond rather than anything upset. "I'm glad you're on my side." Even if he really shouldn't be after everything Jon's put him through.
It's a wildly satisfying thing to get Jon off. Jamie smiles as Jon leans into him and he slides his other arm around the Archivist to make sure he doesn't lose his balance.
When the ring goes still, Jamie realizes that this is probably his chance to take it off. There is a wicked part of him that wants to just leave it. Just a little longer. Just a little more. Especially since Jon just called him a bastard.
He turns his head to nuzzle Jon's wet hair and gives him a gentle squeeze before he reaches for the ring.
"Mm, I adore you too, darling." He takes a sharper breath, aware that time is probably of the essence. "Tell me you want me to take it off."
He doesn't want to take advantage of Jon. He doesn't. Jamie doesn't really wait for an answer, his better angels winning this time. He nuzzles against Jon as he carefully works the ring off.
Jon jerks slightly as the ring begins to buzz again just at the tip of his cock. "Please. God, please," he begs. Jamie will have to yank a little harder than he should at the end to keep it from shrinking and latching itself back on. But Jon can feel it's off. It's off.
"Throw it out of the shower. I need to burn it." Or trap it in cement and bury it. That might be what's needed here.
He's made up his mind to reciprocate this as he's feeling a little guilty about the number of times he hasn't where Jamie is involved, but Jon doesn't move to do so immediately, just keeps hold of the changeling. Well, and he should probably check. "Do you... want me to touch you back?"
Jamie tosses the ring as he's told to, then slides his arms back around Jon just to hold him close, offer some comfort after all of that. He's sure it wasn't easy.
Jon asks and all Jamie wants to do is say yes. That is exactly what he wants right now, because even if this had been a mission to help Jon, he is not immune and arousal hit him full force sometime between leaving the breakroom and now. Jamie lifts his head and strokes back Jon's wet hair.
"Only if you want to," he says, because as badly as he might want it, he's feeling too nice to push anything on Jon.
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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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Jamie grins and leans in to tease Jon's neck with kisses and sharper bites.
"Bet I could rig up a little curse of my own that gives you a reminder when you walk through the door."
He won't. But it is kind of a fun idea now that he's thinking about it. Something to give Jon a little thrill, something that might make him blush at the momentary reminder of what he's gotten up to here.
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"No curses," Jon finally manages as he tilts his head back into the warm stream of water cascading over them. He promptly gets a noseful of water and has to push back from Jamie briefly to hack into his own arm. "Guh... maybe not the shower." Although, they're here now. Jon isn't going to take them out of it. Instead, he focuses on finally just kissing the other man. The clone hadn't done this. It wouldn't have kissed a monster like the Archivist.
Jamie won't turn it away as he runs his fingers up through the changeling's hair and embraces him.
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Jamie tries not to laugh when Jon ends up with water where he doesn't want it. He waits for a second, mostly to see if Jon is serious about getting out of the shower. Now that it's nice and warm in here, Jamie's content to stay. But then Jon is kissing him and Jamie sighs softly, sweetly, as he leans into it.
Kissing a monster like the Archivist isn't any different than kissing a monster like him. Jamie slides his arm around Jon's shoulders to keep him close as hands run through his hair. He licks lightly into the other man's mouth and the hand on Jon's cock returns to steadily stroking, maybe with a little more focus and determination. Even if this whole thing is utilitarian in its purpose, there's no reason he can't make Jon feel good - as much as he can - while they do it.
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In spite of that, Jon's responsive to the kiss, parting his lips and giving back what he can while his attention is divided between that and trying to get his body to respond in any way that makes sense. He rocks his hips into Jamie's hand in the hopes that he can create his own stimulation, but it's not enough.
"Jamie," Jon says when they break apart, frustration and arousal both there. "It can't be- It's too nice again."
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"It's too bad you had to be clean," he coos as he lifts his head. "I do so adore seeing you in your lingerie, Jon. And it's wildly exciting to know that you might be wearing it under that drab wardrobe. What would you do if people knew how much you like it?"
He tips his head to kiss and gently bite along Jon's neck.
"You should give me a little peek every morning. That way at least someone will be able to appreciate what a minx you really are."
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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.
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"I could," he purrs. "I would, darling, because I know you'd like it no matter how much you complain."
He lifts his head so that he can kiss Jon full on the mouth.
"I'd adore it, you know. Having you pledged like that. I should do it." It doesn't matter if the threat is real or not. "If only so that I get cute, begrudging pictures of you every morning in something lacy or silky. Oh, I could show Morrigan..."
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The cock ring is still for a moment, and Jon basks in that, forgetting for a moment that it's there and they need to remove it quickly or he'll just wind up with the same problem again.
"Jamie," he mutters, "you're really are a bastard sometimes." His tone with that is fond rather than anything upset. "I'm glad you're on my side." Even if he really shouldn't be after everything Jon's put him through.
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When the ring goes still, Jamie realizes that this is probably his chance to take it off. There is a wicked part of him that wants to just leave it. Just a little longer. Just a little more. Especially since Jon just called him a bastard.
He turns his head to nuzzle Jon's wet hair and gives him a gentle squeeze before he reaches for the ring.
"Mm, I adore you too, darling." He takes a sharper breath, aware that time is probably of the essence. "Tell me you want me to take it off."
He doesn't want to take advantage of Jon. He doesn't. Jamie doesn't really wait for an answer, his better angels winning this time. He nuzzles against Jon as he carefully works the ring off.
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"Throw it out of the shower. I need to burn it." Or trap it in cement and bury it. That might be what's needed here.
He's made up his mind to reciprocate this as he's feeling a little guilty about the number of times he hasn't where Jamie is involved, but Jon doesn't move to do so immediately, just keeps hold of the changeling. Well, and he should probably check. "Do you... want me to touch you back?"
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Jon asks and all Jamie wants to do is say yes. That is exactly what he wants right now, because even if this had been a mission to help Jon, he is not immune and arousal hit him full force sometime between leaving the breakroom and now. Jamie lifts his head and strokes back Jon's wet hair.
"Only if you want to," he says, because as badly as he might want it, he's feeling too nice to push anything on Jon.
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