The hands in his hair were good, stimulating, made him feel as though he was doing something right because it was a grip, not trying to pull him away or make him stop. When she did pull away, he hummed and stood with her. He wasn't totally sure as to how he did, but considered it a victory that he hadn't failed.
He jolted against his Dom when they were teleported, pressed himself against him for lack of knowing where they were or anything else about their new location. If he stayed with his Dom, that was safe, and he wanted to make sure he could at least place himself to his Dom and Mistress while he settled from the abrupt change in space. His hands came up to hold onto his Dom's shirt, fingers still somewhat slicked from their time inside his Mistress.
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He jolted against his Dom when they were teleported, pressed himself against him for lack of knowing where they were or anything else about their new location. If he stayed with his Dom, that was safe, and he wanted to make sure he could at least place himself to his Dom and Mistress while he settled from the abrupt change in space. His hands came up to hold onto his Dom's shirt, fingers still somewhat slicked from their time inside his Mistress.