With one hand already checking the jacket, Shannon brought his other hand to it as well, feeling out if there were any differences or emblems that might be on one side or another. His fingers stuttered at the stitching he occasionally found, then lingered on both the buttons on one side and the receiving buttonholes on the other. Once he was satisfied that he had pieced together the jacket, Shannon let his hands trail further south while lowering himself back onto his knees. Those pants were definitely enticing; just the light brush to determine the give and consistency of the leather told him how tightly they were clinging to Eli's body. He brushed his fingers upward for just a moment, feeling the space between waistband and hips to confirm, then let himself move on to figure out the shape and type of pants. Did they have pockets? Belt loops? They definitely had some stitching that he was more than happy to trail his fingers along, following down the outside of Eli's leg. Once, he paused to squeeze it between his fingers to test for any sort of give down the line and kept his smile tame when it seemed there was nothing to be left for the imagination anywhere.
He flinched, a slight hitch in his breath and paused in surprise when he was met with the top of the boots. They were much higher on Eli's calf than Shannon was expecting, and both hands moved to feel out one shoe instead of working from the outside in as he had been doing before. There was some kind of tongue on the outside, an extra flap going along the entire front center of the boot, and working outward told him there were numerous buckles keeping it on. There were plenty of metal studs, too, but Shannon figured those to be decoration when picking and prodding at them yielded no results.
Quietly, without forethought or concern for what Eli might do for the presumptive motion, he began unfastening the buckles to find out what lay underneath. Was this simply for show or did it actually keep the boot on? Was there anything to be found behind the flap? His fingers worked deftly, lingered when he caught the flap between his fingers, then moved on to the next all down one side at a time. Although he moved with surety, haste was not his goal; it was the sensation, the understanding, the calmness spreading through him as he simply took in everything Eli was in front of him. That was what he found important in the current moment. There was nothing else to worry about, nothing else to do but focus on the task set out for him.
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He flinched, a slight hitch in his breath and paused in surprise when he was met with the top of the boots. They were much higher on Eli's calf than Shannon was expecting, and both hands moved to feel out one shoe instead of working from the outside in as he had been doing before. There was some kind of tongue on the outside, an extra flap going along the entire front center of the boot, and working outward told him there were numerous buckles keeping it on. There were plenty of metal studs, too, but Shannon figured those to be decoration when picking and prodding at them yielded no results.
Quietly, without forethought or concern for what Eli might do for the presumptive motion, he began unfastening the buckles to find out what lay underneath. Was this simply for show or did it actually keep the boot on? Was there anything to be found behind the flap? His fingers worked deftly, lingered when he caught the flap between his fingers, then moved on to the next all down one side at a time. Although he moved with surety, haste was not his goal; it was the sensation, the understanding, the calmness spreading through him as he simply took in everything Eli was in front of him. That was what he found important in the current moment. There was nothing else to worry about, nothing else to do but focus on the task set out for him.