Krypton would have reached for the big pillow, intending to block them from most of the rest of the room, but he was too involved in exploring Kade's circuits to do so. He didn't want to stop touching, and extrapolating from the heated traceries along the lights on his jacket, Kade was in a similar state.

His hips ground up against Kade's, circuits closer to magenta than white as his body ran hotter, energy emanating from him in roiling waves. With his free hand exploring Kade's back, he pulled hard at Kade's grip on his still-captive wrist. Hands. They needed more hands.