God, it should be humiliating, but it feels so good to be wanted like this, and Lee's not sure he's ever been his hard in his life. He uncoils his fingers from the headboard, shifting one arm back and then the other, still resting on his chest. It's not an easy positions, but he's done enough yoga that he can manage, and he gets a hand on each half of his ass, holding himself wide, whimpering at the thought of Connor seeing him this way.