Felix whimpered faintly, his mouth soft and surrendering once again, his hands seeking out the shape of Shannon's body by touch alone. He wanted to pull at his clothes, run his hands over Shannon's exquisite bare body, feel the way they fit together when they were naked and alone. He wanted Shannon to take him here and now... but he couldn't pull his lover any closer, or offer himself, or even move, without pulling the ropes more tightly than he dared. Instead, he pled wordlessly against Shannon's mouth, tugging at Shannon's clothing with blind, anxious hands.