When he was placed on the counter, he pushed further against his Dom. The arm wrapped around his Dom's neck came down for his hand to splay against his Dom's chest over his heart. Now free of the glasses, he managed to nuzzle while his Dom filled the bottle; he could tell that's what it was, the water pouring into an empty, plastic container. He wanted to be close and, unless his Dom told him otherwise, he was going to maintain that as long as possible.

At the command, he did as he was told. It took a moment, putting the command together with the bottle at his lips. He drank greedily, realizing after the first swallow how thirsty he actually was. He drank until it was dry, then frowned around the bottle and tilted his head away as best he could, choosing to press it back into the hand at his hair.