"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.
Does he want to? Jon feels some obligation toward it at this point. And Jamie's been kind. He deserves a kindness, in turn, and Jon's well aware that for a changeling of the Spring Court, physical affection like that would, likely, please him.
"Yes," he decides. "I want to."
Tentatively, he lets go with one hand and pulls away enough to slide it down between them. It's the burn-scarred hand, the rough skin turned soft and warm with the shower. There's some added texture when he grasps the other man's cock and gives it a tug sharp tug. He doesn't do this for himself, let alone other people, so there might be a bit of a learning curve.
Jamie gasps when Jon touches him. It's a little rough, but. They can work on that. He reaches down to cover Jon's hand with his own, coaxing him to change his grip.
"Easy," he says with a faint smile. "I don't mind a little pain, but usually not there."
He nuzzles against Jon's temple. He moves so he can lean against the wall - he doesn't have to move far in the small space - and he keeps Jon close to him as he does. His other hand tips Jon's chin up so that Jamie can kiss him.
"S-sorry. I've never-" He's cut off as Jamie lifts his chin and presses a kiss to his lips. Jon can feel the heat on his cheeks and feels all the more ill-prepared to actually do this. Maybe he should have just offered to watch while Jamie pulled himself off? That might well have been a more pleasant experience for the changeling.
Still, he tries to adjust in the way that Jamie wants, grip loosening to something that might be frustratingly weak as he more brushes his fingers along the sides of the other man's cock that holds him.
At least the kiss is something Jon is confident he can manage. That, he leans into, pressing his narrow chest to Jamie's and lowering his lashes against the water raining down on them.
Jamie indulges himself with the kiss for as long as he can. As he does, he carefully adjusts Jon's grip, coaxing it just a bit tighter until it feels good.
"It's okay," he murmurs when he breaks the kiss. "I like you, Jon."
Which means that he is willing to be exceedingly patient when Jon offers something like this, because he understands that this is not exactly Jon's thing. And it costs him nothing to help Jon learn a little. Jamie nuzzles against Jon's cheek.
"You're a wicked biter when you want to be," he quips with a sly smile. His breath catches when Jon moves his hand just so. "Oh, like that."
The kiss is an easy distraction to focus on as he lets Jamie guide his grip. If he could just keep that up through the whole thing, then at would be nice, but then Jamie has to tease again. In spite of the ring being off, Jon frowns when he feels his cock stir minutely at it.
"You-you can stop teasing me," he mumbles, embarrassed. And then proceeds to latch onto Jamie's neck again. If he likes being bitten, Jon can oblige. It's not with the same fervor as before, more measured with less force and more suction to mark up the changeling's pale skin.
His hand keeps going, trying to repeat the motion that had had the other man gasping.
"But it's fun," he sighs. His breath catches sharply as Jon latches onto his neck. It doesn't hurt so much this time, but the pressure is perfect and a soft sound escapes him. His fingers tighten in Jon's hair, encouraging him. He does like being marked up and he'll admire the bruises later.
Jamie knows he probably shouldn't draw this out. This whole endeavor wasn't for him in the first place, but--is it so wrong to want to enjoy it?
"Ah--and it's true." Jamie rocks his hips to meet the stroke as Jon's hand slides down. "Good," he encourages. When he feels himself hitting that crest, he nudges Jon's head and pulls his hair (gently) so that he can catch him in another kiss. If nothing else, it will muffle the sound he makes when he finally comes.
Jon's working another bruise onto Jamie's shoulder when he's tugged up and finds himself in another embrace. It's easy enough to just... let it happen. He closes his eyes, feeling the other man shift and tense, and then something hotter and more viscous than the water from the shower hits his stomach, and he knows it's done.
As soon as Jamie comes, Jon lets go, rather than working him through. Instead, his hand stretches out into the stream of water from the shower to clean it. He's still kissing Jamie, though. He'll let the other man break that when he's ready.
He isn't really expecting much, so it isn't a disappointment when Jon just lets go. Jamie holds onto the kiss a little longer, then breaks apart to lean against the shower wall. It's cold against his back after the hot water, but he doesn't want to stand on his own, either. He'd be perfectly happy to crumple to the floor, but he doesn't really want to lose too much dignity in front of Jon.
"Thanks, darling."
Seems only polite to say. Jon didn't have to, after all. Jamie pushes a hand through his hair, slicking it back from his face.
Jon can't meet the other man's eyes, feeling strange and embarrassed by all of this. At least the ring is gone. It's a very small mercy.
"Yes." A pause. "S-stay in here as long as you'd like. I'm, uh... I'll leave a towel for you." He remembers Jamie holding and stroking him after when he'd been at the cottage and this feels inadequate, but Jon's feeling too awkward to do much more without his clothes on. "I'll make us tea."
Unless Jamie actively stops him, Jon will step out of the shower, grabbing for the first towel he can reach.
It's certainly not the most comprehensive aftercare he's ever had, but Jamie tends not to expect it anyway. He pushes his hair back again as Jon rather quickly makes his escape. Cuddling might have been nice, but he should probably let Jon get dressed. Jamie doesn't linger, instead turning off the water after giving Jon a few minutes head start.
He dries himself off, feeling oddly tired. Tea sounds nice. Adequately toweled off, he gets dressed again and goes looking for Jon.
"If you'd rather I just go, I can."
Jon had asked him here to help with a curse, not all of this. Though... Jamie would like to think he helped twice.
"I'd rather you drank the tea." It's the one bit of comfort Jon can reliably offer after all of... that. "It'll go to waste, otherwise." The cup is set down in front of Jamie, prepared as he might like it. Jon had spent enough time in that cottage with the other man--brief as it technically was--to know what he enjoys.
He sits at the little staffroom table and fidgets as he drinks his own cup.
"I... appreciate your assistance with... all this." God, this is awkward. "I, er... well. I suppose I owe you, if you can think of anything now or in the future."
Jamie smiles at the insistence and he accepts the tea, quietly pleased to see Jon remembers how he likes it. He picks up the cup to hold it, enjoying the warmth seeping into his hands.
Even if Jon is feeling desperately awkward, Jamie is quite placid and relaxed.
"Of course, darling. I'm not good for much, but I'm happy to help when I can."
He's grateful the fae curse was easy enough to break and, honestly, the cock ring wasn't unmanageable, even if it was difficult for Jon.
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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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"Yes," he decides. "I want to."
Tentatively, he lets go with one hand and pulls away enough to slide it down between them. It's the burn-scarred hand, the rough skin turned soft and warm with the shower. There's some added texture when he grasps the other man's cock and gives it a tug sharp tug. He doesn't do this for himself, let alone other people, so there might be a bit of a learning curve.
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"Easy," he says with a faint smile. "I don't mind a little pain, but usually not there."
He nuzzles against Jon's temple. He moves so he can lean against the wall - he doesn't have to move far in the small space - and he keeps Jon close to him as he does. His other hand tips Jon's chin up so that Jamie can kiss him.
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Still, he tries to adjust in the way that Jamie wants, grip loosening to something that might be frustratingly weak as he more brushes his fingers along the sides of the other man's cock that holds him.
At least the kiss is something Jon is confident he can manage. That, he leans into, pressing his narrow chest to Jamie's and lowering his lashes against the water raining down on them.
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"It's okay," he murmurs when he breaks the kiss. "I like you, Jon."
Which means that he is willing to be exceedingly patient when Jon offers something like this, because he understands that this is not exactly Jon's thing. And it costs him nothing to help Jon learn a little. Jamie nuzzles against Jon's cheek.
"You're a wicked biter when you want to be," he quips with a sly smile. His breath catches when Jon moves his hand just so. "Oh, like that."
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"You-you can stop teasing me," he mumbles, embarrassed. And then proceeds to latch onto Jamie's neck again. If he likes being bitten, Jon can oblige. It's not with the same fervor as before, more measured with less force and more suction to mark up the changeling's pale skin.
His hand keeps going, trying to repeat the motion that had had the other man gasping.
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Jamie knows he probably shouldn't draw this out. This whole endeavor wasn't for him in the first place, but--is it so wrong to want to enjoy it?
"Ah--and it's true." Jamie rocks his hips to meet the stroke as Jon's hand slides down. "Good," he encourages. When he feels himself hitting that crest, he nudges Jon's head and pulls his hair (gently) so that he can catch him in another kiss. If nothing else, it will muffle the sound he makes when he finally comes.
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As soon as Jamie comes, Jon lets go, rather than working him through. Instead, his hand stretches out into the stream of water from the shower to clean it. He's still kissing Jamie, though. He'll let the other man break that when he's ready.
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"Thanks, darling."
Seems only polite to say. Jon didn't have to, after all. Jamie pushes a hand through his hair, slicking it back from his face.
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"Yes." A pause. "S-stay in here as long as you'd like. I'm, uh... I'll leave a towel for you." He remembers Jamie holding and stroking him after when he'd been at the cottage and this feels inadequate, but Jon's feeling too awkward to do much more without his clothes on. "I'll make us tea."
Unless Jamie actively stops him, Jon will step out of the shower, grabbing for the first towel he can reach.
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He dries himself off, feeling oddly tired. Tea sounds nice. Adequately toweled off, he gets dressed again and goes looking for Jon.
"If you'd rather I just go, I can."
Jon had asked him here to help with a curse, not all of this. Though... Jamie would like to think he helped twice.
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He sits at the little staffroom table and fidgets as he drinks his own cup.
"I... appreciate your assistance with... all this." God, this is awkward. "I, er... well. I suppose I owe you, if you can think of anything now or in the future."
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Even if Jon is feeling desperately awkward, Jamie is quite placid and relaxed.
"Of course, darling. I'm not good for much, but I'm happy to help when I can."
He's grateful the fae curse was easy enough to break and, honestly, the cock ring wasn't unmanageable, even if it was difficult for Jon.
"Besides... teasing you is awfully fun."
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