James loves Walt’s handcuffs. They’re standard issue, but the sight of them hanging off Walt’s belt during the day is enough to distract James and cause his cock to swell on particularly idle days. If Walt knows, he hides it well enough behind patient smiles and shared looks.
It’s just that, James knows what Walt does with those handcuffs, knows that nine times out of ten they’re used to bind James’ hands behind his back or to the wooden slats of Walt’s headboard. It’s impossible for James to concentrate on anything when the thinks of those times, and if he’s starting to develop a Pavlovian response to Walt’s handcuffs, it’s not James’ fault.