"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.
"You're good for more than you think," Jon mutters with a sigh. He does shoot a mildly annoyed frown at the other man when he says he enjoys teasing him, though.
"Why do so many people think that?" It's grousing. Jon has an idea that it's because he actually reacts to it. It's just... very hard not to. "Regardless... think about it. I, uh... I need to get back to work once you're finished with that. See if I can destroy that ring or if I'll need to sink it in concrete and bury it."
"I'll consider it. I think it's terribly sweet that you're putting yourself in my debt."
He hides a smile behind his next sip of tea. It is terribly satisfying to tease Jon, especially when he reacts the way he does. And, more than that, Jamie knows that Jon likes it, at least to a certain extent. That just makes it more fun.
"I could always try to leave it in the Hedge," he offers after considering for a moment. He's not sure if that would be any better than destroying it or sinking it in concrete, but it'd take less effort.
Jon considers that, in turn, expression going a bit distant. He wants to see the Hedge still. However foolish it would be for someone like him to go there.
"N-no. We have a system. It should be fine. I just... I never expected to have one of those things on me." He rubs a hand over his face. "I suppose I should be grateful it wasn't parasite posing as a dildo."
"... You know what, I'm not even going to ask. Because I really don't want to know."
Parasitic dildo? No. He can imagine and he doesn't want anything confirmed, and he doesn't want details he hasn't imagined. He sits back with his tea, grateful for it after all of that. It's been a far more productive afternoon than he'd been anticipating, but at least Jon is free of two pernicious problems.
"Maybe I should start advertising my services. Here for all your curse-breaking and cursed-object-removing needs."
Jon makes a bit of a face. "Yes, well... I'm not going to be a reference for the latter." Because he doesn't want to talk about that ever again. I'm sure you could make money on that enterprise, though. Duplicity being what it is."
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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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"Why do so many people think that?" It's grousing. Jon has an idea that it's because he actually reacts to it. It's just... very hard not to. "Regardless... think about it. I, uh... I need to get back to work once you're finished with that. See if I can destroy that ring or if I'll need to sink it in concrete and bury it."
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He hides a smile behind his next sip of tea. It is terribly satisfying to tease Jon, especially when he reacts the way he does. And, more than that, Jamie knows that Jon likes it, at least to a certain extent. That just makes it more fun.
"I could always try to leave it in the Hedge," he offers after considering for a moment. He's not sure if that would be any better than destroying it or sinking it in concrete, but it'd take less effort.
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"N-no. We have a system. It should be fine. I just... I never expected to have one of those things on me." He rubs a hand over his face. "I suppose I should be grateful it wasn't parasite posing as a dildo."
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Parasitic dildo? No. He can imagine and he doesn't want anything confirmed, and he doesn't want details he hasn't imagined. He sits back with his tea, grateful for it after all of that. It's been a far more productive afternoon than he'd been anticipating, but at least Jon is free of two pernicious problems.
"Maybe I should start advertising my services. Here for all your curse-breaking and cursed-object-removing needs."
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