When Eli pulled, Shannon followed. He was momentarily wobbly on his feet, but soon found his footing and made sure he was well-balanced enough when Eli leaned his head against him. His natural response was to let his head fall lightly to the side against his Dom's, contentment beginning to rise inside him like the returning tide. An attempt to shift his arms was met with the jacket's resistance and Shannon let that be when he realized that only an actual attempt to dislodge the makeshift binding would work. Containment from all sides, inability to do anything but accept Eli's instruction and guidance. It was his trust in Eli that let Eli do what he knew was appropriate for them both. But... it wasn't just the two of them—his breath hitched and he dipped his head further, twisting it as if to hide his face from both Eli and the other not even there.

"Yeah," he answered truthfully. He didn't want to get lost again and so drudged up the words that he had already been working up to saying. "It's... safe. You can do whatever you want."