There was a definite sound of protest when Eli removed his left hand, however brief that absence lasted. He wiggled his body at the touch along his side, long-ticklish nerves yelping out in joy and making his back arch off the bed. His hands were freed soon after and the sub had no other option but to feel out his Dom and categorize whatever parts he could. They had done the touchy-feely making out before, but this was so much better. It was exploration, it was water to a dying plant, it was everything the sub needed. His hand drifted to the bottom of his Dom's shirt, slipping in underneath and splaying out along his abdomen to begin a rhythmic rubbing with his thumb in time with the Dom's similar ministrations in his hair; his other hand went up behind the Dom's neck to hold him there, to tease at the soft hairs at his nape.

He could have honestly stayed there all day. Loving, and being loved and protected was all he needed, all he could fathom wanting.