Although he put up no fight with being moved or disrobed, he had to hold himself back from trying to resist being separated from his Mistress. He still didn't know why his Dom was still hanging around, but he burrowed into him instead and didn't much react to the removal of the rest of his clothes save to bring his legs up as if to hide the shame of his body still seeking some kind of satisfaction. It wasn't about to let him forget despite him wanting nothing more than to crawl away into some kind of hole and let himself wither.

Or maybe just let his Doms keep their charge of him and stop trying to think. That was only turning out poorly. While he had no clue what to do with himself, they certainly had direction in spades. He shook his head and murmured, "I do trust you, Sir." It was himself he didn't really understand right now.