When Jean starts to wake, Sky is inside him.
He’s barely moving, just kissing his face and murmuring to him, pressed up against him, stroking his hair.
"Just how I want you."
Certain things aren't covered by the cage.
He's just going to cry into Sky's shoulder a bit here.
"Please, Sky, I can't..."
"Do you want me to stop playing with you until tonight?"
Cling. "No please no."
"Are you sure? This isn't coming off until then."
He taps the end of the cage.
...he goes a tiny bit limp with relief.
(Sky is so kind to him.)
"–oh, you're so cute."
He pokes the end of his nose.
"You think it's going to be a good thing."
And now he's squirming with both terror and embarrassment!
Let's see if it gets worse if he pinches Jean's nipples enough!
Is it worse when fear and humiliation both give way to single-minded desperate begging desire?
He's pretty sure that's better.
It'll be worse when he stops and gets out of bed.
...Jean agrees, crying and reaching out for him pleadingly.
And back into the living room he goes.
He tries -- he really does -- but completely fails at getting up, in favor of lying on the sheets shaking with desperation and with relief at the momentary stay of torment.
He gets a couple of minutes to collect himself before his collar jolts him. (Just a tap, like it was when Sky demonstrated.)
-- and he's up and coming out, cringing a little apologetically.
Sky is sprawled out (still nude) on the couch with his laptop. He doesn't look up when Jean comes in.
"What's the name of that coffee shop?"
He kneels by him, posture perfect.
Let's see what the publicly available information is on this place, then.
There's not much! It has a tasteful little website with a menu and pictures of coffee and fair trade logos, which entirely fails to mention hours or location.
"Do you have to go in the morning if you want to catch the crowd?"
He's still clicking around, idly, despite having seen everything.