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WHO Shannon Vaughn (privatematter), Eli Delacroix (aspectional).
WHAT Eli is an idiot; Shannon is curious. How exactly does D/s go down when you're not to the Having Sex stage in the relationship yet?
WHEN Late 1990. Seven months after Jumpscapades.
WHERE Shannon's place.

Shannon was anxious. Not in a bad way, but the anticipatory way that everyone got when something new and exciting was going up and there was no way it could go badly, but predicting the end outcome was almost impossible. It was a great feeling, but one that left Shannon feeling like a teen heading out to prom instead of a grown man getting ready to have fun with his boyfriend and potentially make some hilariously heartfelt gestures to express his trust in Eli. That was probably something he didn't do enough in general, actually.

Breakfast had been something simple. Pancakes, fresh cut fruit and sausage. Eli had come over pretty early to get ready, talking over the generalities of what they were going to do while the specifics were to wait for after they were done. Well, now they were done and sitting on the couch, and Shannon's leg was jiggling even under the hand he had placed on his knee to keep himself still. Lacey had wandered off after breakfast, stomach filled with her own food and presumably was napping on the foot of the bed in Shannon's room. Probably for the better, really.

"So," he said, ignoring the obvious tell he was giving off. If Eli took it for misapprehension, then Shannon was going to definitely lean over and smack him. "Where do we start?"

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There was a whisper of sounds at his ears. Shannon hesitated at the buckles when Eli knelt down, feeling the motion against the air currents and hearing all of that leather crinkling and moaning softly, almost like a sigh. His head tilted upward, canting to the side almost like a dog trying to take in the noise. As he opened his mouth to comment, it hit him that he was about to break the rules again. His mouth snapped shut and he turned his head back down. Remembering that he wasn't supposed to 'look' up was a practice of discipline rather than common sense when it was only about what Eli had asked rather than any real change in his perception.

After fiddling with the last buckle, the tongue finally fell away. Running his hand up and down the newly revealed area, Shannon discovered there were numerous crisscrosses of laced string keeping the boot on. This was definitely the most complicated part of Eli's outfit and Shannon was meticulous in taking it apart little by little until he knew just what every piece involved. He tugged lightly at the knots in the top, freeing them and loosening the lacework all the way down to the top of Eli's foot until he could push away the inner tongue and feel along the rest of the pantleg through the latticework of shoelace. As his Dom was now bent down to watch him, Shannon let his fingers return upward to feel the pull of the pants against Eli's knee, just to see how much tighter they could get there. He scraped his nails against the area for the sensation, then brought his hand back down.

Shannon grinned when he reached the bottom of the leg near Eli's ankle, finally feeling skin freed of the leather. He let his hand rest there, rubbing gently at the skin he had found in amused contentment. Part of him had wondered if Eli had truly and completely covered himself in leather, including some kind of socks. He was gratified to know there was still Eli underneath it all.