Now that his hands were free, he let one of them slide up to his Dom's neck, resting it over the back and letting his fingers brush over the hairs laying there. He wrapped his fingers in the hair, unintentionally giving them a bit of a tug while he was too out of sorts to moderate his movements. His other hand fell back and curled up against his own chest. Shannon frowned at the denial, head tilting to press his cheek to his Dom's temple.

No? He tried to turn that over in his head a few times before giving up; one more attempt at rubbing his thigh against Eli to entice him, then he let his leg slide back down. The denial was far too miniscule compared to everything else going on, the small trembles and leftover ripples refusing to let him be anything other than supremely content.