"Touch me," he requested. The hand waiting on his chest was only the start. He wanted to feel his Dom everywhere, know that he had nothing he could hide. This feeling buzzing around on the edges of his nerves was making it hard to think and didn't want to think. He wanted to feel. "Please, don't let me go, I don't want this to stop. Please."

His head turned away to follow the sound of the jacket, the thud of it against the floor and the crumple as it lost its shape. When the glove tips were placed to his lips, he shifted to place them against his cheek instead, gauging how much space his Dom had created; he didn't want to bite any fingers, didn't want to bring his Dom any pain or discomfort. Once he had an idea, he tilted his head back and nipped at the fingertips with his teeth, pulling his head back and to the side to slip glove from hand. He couldn't manage it in one motion, having to let go and grab at the palm of the glove now loose around his Dom's knuckles to pull again. Turning his head against the pillow, he dropped the first glove and proceeded to repeat the process for the second one. This time he placed a soft kiss against the pads of the fingers, murmuring nothings softly.