It's only a few seconds before Jamie seemingly forgets what he's doing, rolling his body down against those fingers, his breathing quick and noisy.

"Hhh... hh, hold on, hold on, lemme just..." He pulls away, his limp even more shaky than usual, and grabs that wheel he'd been using as a seat earlier, dragging it closer. He half-throws himself onto it, sprawling his lanky frame wide open, shame apparently entirely forgotten in light of his remembering just how nice being touched can feel. Even if it's by one of... those.

"... right. Now, where were we?" His voice is a little bit breathy, a little uneven, but he smirks, a sharp fang pressing against his lip, as though he's still fully in control of the situation.