Were he not committed to submission, to showing Shannon how good it could be for both of him, Felix would have normally pulled away from contact against his back like that. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, or to call on his safeword, when Shannon embraced him so long and so gently. How could he reject anything that made him feel so precious, so perfectly treasured? He rested his hands atop Shannon's, the barest of light touches. The words he couldn't speak clotted hard in his throat, unspeakable through anything but this long, lingering closeness.