There was a very visible thought process when Eli arranged Shannon's hands the first time. His brow furrowed as he was pulled away, eyes unconsciously searching for an answer in his mind, then they widened just enough to look like a lightbulb had gone off in his head. Of course, he wasn't supposed to touch Eli unless he was told. That one was going to be difficult, but it reminded him of the other rules and he let his head dip down.
When his hand met the leather adorning Eli, it automatically curled up, applying some pressure to the material while pressing the sensation right into his fingertips. He lightened his touch, letting his fingers trail down to Eli's abdomen and then back up to his collar bone and followed it along to the hand resting on Shannon's shoulder. When he got there, he wound his hand around the gloved one and tilted his head to breathe the scent in; his other hand had come out and splayed against Eli's chest. The light give in the tough hide, the soft texture come from wearing it in just right until it was for Eli and Eli alone. His hand wandered further to the side and found extra bulk, a material that folded away from Eli's body instead of into it. His hand twitched, then he shifted from the shirt to the jacket and began to feel it out for buckles or pockets, buttons or zippers, something to give it more pizazz and give him a better image of what Eli had adorned himself in. Lots and lots of leather, obviously, but what sort?
Perhaps it was because he was distracted, or perhaps it was because he was getting a hang of the rules, but Shannon was incredibly quiet during his inspection. His attention was devoted to it, using all of his senses to catalog what outfit Eli had deemed appropriate for this experiment.
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When his hand met the leather adorning Eli, it automatically curled up, applying some pressure to the material while pressing the sensation right into his fingertips. He lightened his touch, letting his fingers trail down to Eli's abdomen and then back up to his collar bone and followed it along to the hand resting on Shannon's shoulder. When he got there, he wound his hand around the gloved one and tilted his head to breathe the scent in; his other hand had come out and splayed against Eli's chest. The light give in the tough hide, the soft texture come from wearing it in just right until it was for Eli and Eli alone. His hand wandered further to the side and found extra bulk, a material that folded away from Eli's body instead of into it. His hand twitched, then he shifted from the shirt to the jacket and began to feel it out for buckles or pockets, buttons or zippers, something to give it more pizazz and give him a better image of what Eli had adorned himself in. Lots and lots of leather, obviously, but what sort?
Perhaps it was because he was distracted, or perhaps it was because he was getting a hang of the rules, but Shannon was incredibly quiet during his inspection. His attention was devoted to it, using all of his senses to catalog what outfit Eli had deemed appropriate for this experiment.