Clint was the last person to be worried about a mess. Especially with a guy who could literally just spell things clean later on if he felt inclined. Jamie was awesome.
"Well then," Clint agreed, seemingly pleased that Jamie seemed pleased with his answer. He shifted slightly, arching his back and pulling his knees up and apart some. "Jesus," he groaned over the biting. He'd be bruised to hell tomorrow and was more than okay with it. Yeah, the cock ring was a wise choice. There'd have been no way at all he'd be able to control himself otherwise right now.