Sitting behind him, Mason ties the bandana around Jamie's head and immediately, Jamie can feel the difference. Holding his hand or the bandana over his eyes isn't the same as actually being blindfolded. His nerves are on edge, heightened as he absorbs as much as he can without his vision.

It's amazing what one piece of fabric can do. Especially when it's the only thing he's wearing.

Mason moves and the bed shifts under Jamie and he throws his arms out to steady himself even though he knows, rationally, that he won't fall off. He can't help but worry, though, because if he does fall, he won't be able to see to catch himself on anything. On the other hand, he kind of likes the idea of falling into Mason's arms.

The bed pitches and Jamie's body tilts enough for him to panic until Mason's steady hands rest on his shoulders, holding him steady.

"It's okay," Mason soothes from somewhere in front of him. "You're okay. I've got you, you're not going to fall."

Jamie grins in the direction of Mason's voice. "My hero," he teases, as though he didn't just think the exact same thing.

Mason chuckles and, still holding onto Jamie's shoulders, guides him down onto the bed. He doesn't say anything about how Jamie is gripping onto his wrists.

It really makes Jamie appreciate his vision, now that Mason has taken it away. Before, leaning back to lie down was never a problem, but now, the 90° feels like an impossibly large drop. His stomach churns a little, but once his back touches the mattress, he feels fine again. He holds onto Mason's wrists for another few seconds before sliding his hands up Mason's arms to his shoulders. Feeling his way around Mason's body, Jamie holds onto Mason's face and pulls him down into a kiss.

His aim is off and he kisses the bottom of Mason's nose and just above his lips. Mason laughs again and Jamie wishes he could see his beautiful smile.

Readjusting his face lower, Mason kisses Jamie properly and softly for a few minutes. His tongue pushes at Jamie's lips and Jamie opens his mouth, running his own tongue against Mason's. He deepens the kiss by shoving his tongue into Mason's mouth and Mason sucks on it until he pulls back. Jamie's hands are still on Mason's face and get dragged along when he pulls away. Then Mason kisses him again and nips at Jamie's bottom lip. He gently tugs on it with his teeth.

Mason takes Jamie's wrists in his hands and pulls them up over Jamie's head, pinning them to the bed. He kisses and bites along Jamie's jaw, sucking hickeys into his neck. Jamie tilts his head to the side to give him better access.

It feels so good, so much more stimulating now that he can't see and can't touch. He feels completely helpless to whatever Mason wants to do- even though he can take back his hands and remove the blindfold if he wants to. He doesn't. He lets Mason brand his neck with hickeys and teeth marks.

"I want you fully on the bed," Mason whispers and it's so hot it makes Jamie shiver.

It's a little difficult to shift from laying at the edge of the bed with his feet on the ground to laying on it properly without being able to see, but Mason helps guide Jamie to where he wants him to be. He adjusts the pillow under his head, Jamie finds a position that doesn't have the knot of the bandana digging into the back of his head.

Mason is off to the side, though, and Jamie can't find him when he reaches around, pawing uselessly at the air. Until his fingertips catch on Mason's hand and Mason brings his hand up to kiss his fingers and palm. If Jamie were to guess, he'd say that Mason is sitting where Jamie just was, now by Jamie's hip.

Mason puts his hand down on his chest and a few seconds later, Jamie feels him kiss the hip closest to him. Melting into the mattress, Jamie reaches down and runs his fingers through Mason's curls.

"Be a good boy and put your hands on the headboard," Mason tells him. Jamie feels the words murmured into his skin before he hears them. He whines but does as he's told. Mason's touch disappears at the same time and the bed shifts and Jamie pictures Mason standing up.

It's quiet for a few moments before he hears shuffling from elsewhere in the room. Jamie strains to hear, trying to figure out what Mason's doing, but he can't make sense of the sounds. Then Mason's walking back to him and the mattress dips under his weight. There's nothing for another few moments and it's driving Jamie up the wall.

The anticipation and desperation are building up inside of him and he needs Mason to do something. His cock is still half-hard from their making out and groping session before they undressed and Jamie needs something. It's torture, waiting for Mason to touch him and not knowing where it's going to be.

When Mason puts his hand on Jamie's chest, he jumps, startled by the unexpected touch. Mason chuckles and kisses his belly button, making Jamie moan. Spreading his fingers, Mason rubs at his chest in the middle and slowly working his way to one side. He palms over Jamie's pec, squeezing it lightly before thumbing at his nipple.

Jamie inhales sharply as Mason continues to play with his nipple, flicking and rolling it. Then Mason presses his hand flat against Jamie's chest, his fingers spread around his nipple.

"Take a deep breath," Mason says.

Jamie does and then there's metal closing around his nipple. He gasps.

"Oh, fuck," Jamie whines as the clamp pinches his nipple. It hurts, but it feels so good.

"You're doing so well," Mason praises, rubbing his pec around the pinched nipple. He kisses his sternum and it has Jamie shivering under him.

Moving to the other side, Mason gives his opposite pec the same attention. He massages and flicks until Jamie's nipple is hard then there's a pause that Jamie can only assume means Mason is getting the other clamp.

Holding onto the bed frame with a death grip, Jamie writhes on the bed as the second nipple clamp tightens on him. He whines and Mason rubs his chest.

"Fuck, baby. You look so good."

The awe in Mason's tone makes Jamie feel attractive and he smiles as the initial pain from the clamps fades away a little. That, or he's adjusting to them. Either way, he rolls his hips to ask for more.

"Mason," he whines. "Please."

He doesn't know what he's asking for exactly, he just needs more. He needs Mason to touch him more, to talk to him and make him feel more.

The mattress moves under Jamie and then Mason is kissing him. Jamie pushes his face up to kiss him back, but Mason pulls away too soon. He wants to reach out and grab Mason, wants to pull him back in, except Mason told him to hold onto the headboard, so that's what he does.

Mason puts two fingers on his chest and slowly trails them around his pecs and nipples, bumping into the clamps to jostle them, making Jamie gasp. Continuing down Jamie's torso, Mason pinches and rubs circles into his skin. He traces his way over Jamie's stomach and then moves to his hips.

Jamie's achingly hard and leaking onto his stomach as Mason bypasses his cock entirely, stroking over his inner things instead. He's about to lose his mind by the time Mason finally touches his cock. Dipping his fingers into the little puddle of precum on Jamie's stomach, Mason touches the tip of Jamie's cock and slowly trails a single line down his shaft and to his balls.

Taking him in his hands, Mason strokes Jamie until he's on the verge of cumming and then stops. It's unfair, but Jamie can't really complain when Mason brushes a finger against his hole.

"Yes," he moans, spreading his legs.

Mason removes his finger and Jamie groans, complaining until Mason puts a hand under his leg and lifts it to move it to the other side of his body. Jamie can feel Mason's body heat between his legs and it turns him on so much. He tries grinding down to see if he can get any closer. He can't.

He doesn't have to wait long for Mason to touch him again. Fingering him open, Mason stretches and prepares Jamie to take his cock. When adding a finger, Mason takes his time to tease Jamie, but when he's thrusting the fingers in and out, Mason goes quickly, shoving them against Jamie's prostate.

It's the same when Mason pulls out his fingers to put in his cock. He lines up and is gentle as he pushes the head in. He pauses to let Jamie adjust to his thick girth then slides the rest of his cock in. Mason bottoms out and waits for Jamie to let him know that he can move before thrusting hard and deep. He pounds into Jamie and Jamie scratches at the wooden headboard with his nails, wanting, desperately, to grab Mason and kiss him.

Mason slows his pounding an indistinguishable amount of time later, grabbing Jamie's thighs and pulling him down into him.

"Give me your hands, baby," he says and Jamie gladly reached for him.

Taking Jamie's hands in his, Mason tugs, pulling Jamie up into a seated position in his lap. Jamie likes this- he likes sitting in Mason's lap and having his cock thrusting up into his ass. He wraps his arms around Mason's neck and kisses him.

"I want to see you," Jamie mumbles into Mason's lips.

"You can," he says.

Jamie reaches up to untie the bandana, but he can't figure out the knot. "Masonn," he drags out until Mason stops fucking him to help.

The bandana loosens but instead of taking it off right away, Jamie keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Mason's fingers in his hair. When he does remove the blindfold, the light is sharp and harsh and Jamie buries his face in the crook of Mason's neck.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Jamie waves it away, though he's touched by Mason's concern. "T's just bright. Especially compared to the blindfold."

"Oh, sorry." Mason massages behind his ears. "I probably should have turned off the light. I'll get it now."

The words don't make sense in Jamie's head for a few seconds. Jamie has his legs around Mason's waist and is sitting on Mason's cock and… Mason's going to get the light? He understands when Mason grabs under his thighs, his hands on Jamie's ass and pushes up from the bed.

Jamie squeaks and wraps his arms tightly around Mason, locking his legs around his waist. "What are you doing?" he half shrieks.

"Getting the light," Mason says as if it's obvious, walking over to the light switch.

With every step, his cock drives up into Jamie's ass and Jamie falls down on his cock. The pleasure is like nothing he's experienced before. Sparks of arousal shoot up Jamie's spine and he arches his back to get Mason's cock deeper in him. When Mason gets to the light switch, he leans Jamie against the wall to let go of him with one hand.

Jamie's jaw drops as Mason effortlessly holds him with only one arm. Before Mason can even finish flicking the switch, Jamie is pulling them closer together, kissing him hard. He rolls his hips, grinding down on Mason's cock as much as he's able to.

Catching onto what he's doing, Mason grins and thrusts up into Jamie. "Yeah?" he says when Jamie moans. "You like that?"

"Yes! Fuck, so much." He looks down at Mason's bulging bicep and thinks about how he is close to cumming. In a daze, he asks, "How are you so strong?"

Chuckling, Mason puts his other hand against the wall next to Jamie's head. It's so hot.

"Fuck me, please," Jamie begs, wrapping his arms tighter to hold them chest to chest. He nuzzles his face into Mason's curls.

Mason does, pounding Jamie into the wall. It's so wondrous and erotic that Jamie is whimpering and moaning with every thrust.

"I'm gonna, I- oh, fuck. Mason!"

He cums on both of their stomachs, moaning in Mason's ear. A few thrusts later, Mason's cumming in him and Jamie groans. Their heaving chests press together and Jamie kisses everywhere he can reach.

When Mason lowers his legs to the ground, they almost buckle underneath him and Mason catches him before he can fall. As Mason holds him upright, Jamie can feel his cum dripping down his legs.

"How was that?" Mason asks him- as if he doesn't know that it was incredible.

"Amazing. Can we please, please do that again?" Jamie begs, tagging on his hands, looking at Mason with his best puppy eyes.

"Which part? The blindfold or wall?"

"Both?" Jamie says hopefully, dragging Mason into a deep kiss when he nods.