It's a while before Jay can find the coordination to move, panting hard and wonderfully, wickedly sore. He eventually manages to get his arms under himself and pushes up to his elbows, groaning hotly. "You-" He swallows hard, his voice hoarse, "are a dangerous man to know."

As well as the bite marks on his neck, his wrists are unmistakably bruised.

{ooc: 1am, really must crash. Can't wait to tag back tomorrow! Love these two.}