It was almost like he was waking up again, although he had never gone to sleep in the first place. Awareness was thin on the ground, but he did have more of his wits about him by the time the world stopped drifting along the sea of heat and warmth. His hands flexed impulsively and he hummed, trying to figure out what had happened. He wasn't standing anymore, he realized after a moment, and he reached out to feel what had happened: the bed was underneath him and that mass of unmistakable heat above had to be his Dom. He brought a hand up to clasp at his shirt, still hazy but comfortable.

All that was left was the confusion why it had stopped. He missed it already, phantom scrapes along his scalp stirring at his hair and the sparks along his chest igniting all up and down his limbs. "Sir?"