Lee feels Connor get up, but he doesn’t panic, he just listens, hearing him walk to the living room and the rustling of things, but then he hears Connor cross back into the bedroom, and returns to the bed immediately. He leans in and a moment later there’s fabric being drawn in front of Lee’s eyes and he closes them, holding his head steady as Connor knots it behind his head.
When Connor asks him to move his hands, he swallows, shifting to press his chest and face to the bed, reaching up above himself to grip the headboard in his fists, making him hold on loosely. “Okay?” he asks, unable to make himself call Connor ‘sir’, not there at this moment.
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Lee feels Connor get up, but he doesn’t panic, he just listens, hearing him walk to the living room and the rustling of things, but then he hears Connor cross back into the bedroom, and returns to the bed immediately. He leans in and a moment later there’s fabric being drawn in front of Lee’s eyes and he closes them, holding his head steady as Connor knots it behind his head.
When Connor asks him to move his hands, he swallows, shifting to press his chest and face to the bed, reaching up above himself to grip the headboard in his fists, making him hold on loosely. “Okay?” he asks, unable to make himself call Connor ‘sir’, not there at this moment.