Fully, he didn't understand how he got in this situation—his elbows bracing himself against the floor as he wore a muzzle and a blue leash, staring up at Mr. Puzzles. He grinned, all teeth. All flirty and waiting. He watched the TV for a moment, smirking as he shifted, not even trying to hide the bulge in his pants. Mr. Puzzles did this to him, so he gets to see it. Like he wanted to.

"You look so damn hot at this angle, Jigsaw." He commented, reaching up to grab his ankle. He let go as Mr. Puzzles tugged at the collar, chuckling. "So damn hot, makes me hungry." He made a vulgar gesture—rocking his hips. He grinned at the almost disgusted look at his screen, and that was fucking beautiful.

He almost died of happiness when a boot went to his chest, planting leather against metal firmly. "Jesus Christ, Jigsaw!" He laughed, his eyes shining with fucking hunger. God, he wanted the little tease to be over with. To fucking have at him like he's been offering. "You sure know how to make a man happy, huh?"