Was that all? He let his Dom rearrange his hands, held them still where they had been laid while he felt the leather close around his wrists. That was easy. It didn't stop him from trying to surge forward and continue kissing at his Dom, his mouth or jaw or neck or anywhere else he could reach without the aid of his hands. It might have been a good time to catch his breath, but he was more occupied with maintaining contact between the two of them. Once he was secured, he let his arms lower, allowing the shackles take the brunt of his weight.

Light touches against his chest. It wasn't firm enough, and he whimpered against his Dom's mouth while trying to press into it, hands jerking against the binding fruitlessly. Any and all connection. His legs were still wrapped around his Dom's waist and he used that to his advantage to gain leverage. Some distant part of him considered that he should wait for his Dom to make the move, but his instincts were so strong and there was no other direction to be had that he merely did his best to do what felt right.