Now that they had stopped, he let his good hand shift its grip and held on to his Dom's shirt instead. The soft leather under his fingers warmed by his Dom helped to steady him just that little bit more. It was a simple answer for a simple question, and he hoped that was all his Dom wanted from him. There was nothing else it could have been.

"I tried to touch myself," he answered with equal softness. Now that they had stopped, now that he had been derailed by his hand's lack of cooperation, he was starting to notice the people around them again and his body had gained a line of tension to it. "That was the first rule I broke. I... I can keep my hands to myself. Right?"