[For the second time, he hits the ground; this time, he's knocked forward onto his hands as well as his knees, and Adrian's leg comes up to hold him there for good measure.
The grit of the carpet against his palms feels surreal. It's like he's suddenly hyperaware of his whole body, all the little sensations he doesn't usually register. There's pressure on his throat. There's a weight on his spine. He couldn't get up if he tried.
Does he like this? He doesn't altogether know. Maybe that's why he has to keep going, to find out.]
Feels like I'm a footrest.
[He turns his head a little, closing his eyes and feeling the resistance as the movement makes the collar tug. Adrian's, he thinks, and that alone makes him shiver again.]
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The grit of the carpet against his palms feels surreal. It's like he's suddenly hyperaware of his whole body, all the little sensations he doesn't usually register. There's pressure on his throat. There's a weight on his spine. He couldn't get up if he tried.
Does he like this? He doesn't altogether know. Maybe that's why he has to keep going, to find out.]
Feels like I'm a footrest.
[He turns his head a little, closing his eyes and feeling the resistance as the movement makes the collar tug. Adrian's, he thinks, and that alone makes him shiver again.]
Bow wow.