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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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True to his word, Shannon waited. It wasn't a hard task. When he heard Eli leaving the room, Shannon let his shoulders slump and his head dip against his chest. He wasn't trying to put on a show for Eli, but attentiveness was always appreciated, right? He wondered what else was appreciated, if there was anything else Shannon could do to make this more enjoyable for Eli as well. There was a whole lot of focus on the sub in these scenarios, as far as Shannon could tell, so it was probably more gratifying to have orders followed instead of fought against. That wasn't the game they were playing. This was about trust, and it was about safety. Both of which Shannon felt right now, even if Eli was taking his time in whatever he had gone off to do.

Still, he waited. At the tickle in the back of his throat, Shannon frowned. That was probably going to be a problem, his unusually high requirement to stay hydrated thanks to his body's natural temperature. Maybe he and Eli could work something out, a different kind of safe word where he could break off and get a drink if he needed one. There was no real need for that yet, but it was something he was going to have to keep an eye on.

When Eli came clomping back (he'd changed his shoes?), Shannon instinctively turned his head toward the noise to better ascertain it. He didn't look up, didn't much move aside from his mild fidgets. He did, however, follow Eli's movement and let the confusion show on his face when Eli merely... settled behind him. The longer Eli waited there in silence, the more Shannon started to take in. His heat against Shannon's back, for one, a pleasant heat that felt a little more solid than the gentle waves that came off anyone else. Smell hit him next and it surprised him. He knew that smell: leather. For someone who had grown up around fine sports equipment, leather was a comforting material, something familiar and yet still exotic enough to keep him from simply getting used to it. It was pretty heavy, not just some small trinket or accessory, but enough to make him breathe it in deeply and almost sigh it back out. Okay, so there was a lot of leather involved. Now what was Eli doing with it?