"You don't even know what I want yet," he says, and his fingers slide down the side of Tom's face, tracing the line of his jaw, one fingertip settling under his chin and tilting his head up with slight pressure.

The truth is that he doesn't know either. Not yet. He's feeling this out, adjusting as he goes. It seems better than an actual plan.

"You have some control here," he says softly, close to whispering. "I can give you a word. If you can't take it, if it gets to be too much or if you're just not comfortable with something, you can say it and I'll stop. Immediately."