Bart shivers as Jaime wraps a hand around his neck and kisses his throat. The soft lips against his bare skin are too intense. The suppression collar is not there. Bart's head feels light, airy, free. He can move, run away... He doesn't want to. Jaime isn't aware what he's causing as his fingers trace the nubs of Bart's vertebrae. Bart leans in, presses his larynx against the web of Jaime's palm. Jaime's teeth are solid against Bart's beating jugular. Bart soaks in Jaime's warmth and lets himself be held in place by the gentle unassuming fingers around his throat.