Their whole body is burning with oversensitivity, their eyes blank, unfocused, totally fucked out. Their hands grab at Justin, desperate to keep him close.

The car has stopped moving. Monty barely notices because their Patron is talking to them, is giving them directions as they suck obediently on the wet fingers shoved into their mouth. They draw their tongue slowly, hungrily over the nails and knuckles as if it were the most delicious thing they've every tasted.

They don't answer immediately, in fact, momentarily lost in the heat of their Patron's touch, arousal completely overriding their mind as they cling to Justin, pulling back breathlessly to try and kiss him again, to make him stay, to tempt him into more debauchery.