[There's a slight curve to his mouth as he watches Cy wiggle around, fully aware of the neat trick he's utilized in the past to make swift work of his clothing and acutely endeared that Cy has chosen the old-fashioned route. As soon as skin is presented, he cleaves toward it. Their bodies fit together with well-practiced care by now. The silk of the scarf drags between them as he wraps his arm around Cy, but he doesn't mind; he still wants to keep it on.]

I can see why. With anyone else, I would be uncomfortable. It feels... exposed.

[He turns his head, nosing along Cy's jaw.]

Do you experience anything similar, or is it only for the person receiving?