Taking the opportunity to explore newly revealed skin and metal, Hythlodaeus traces his fingertips along their arm briefly while his other hand keeps him propped up. He giggles quietly at their teeth on his lip, nipping back at theirs in turn, his hand shifting from touching them to finally unbuttoning his own trousers, and he groans in relief as the restrictive fabric loosens on his cock. That had been painful.

Gently urging Nimbus to shift positions, he eases them back into the grass on their back and settles between their thighs, pressing his hips against theirs. His arousal is easy to feel between them, and when he grinds down a little his breath catches in his throat.

With his hand exploring metal once more, he finds himself curious as to how it's so warm. Is it not simply armour of a kind? But he can't bring himself to ask yet. Not when there are still urgent things to take care of.