Kavinsky squeaked at the slap. He pushed his hands onto the table, getting himself upright. He did up his jeans, now James had pulled them up, and twisted to stare at him.

Well played, he guessed. Except one of them was tied up in a dungeon and the other one was looking fucking smug about it, which Kavinsky wasn't about to abide for more than a second. He reached out to grab James before he could step too far away.

"The fuck do you think you're going with me still tied up?"