Dion eyes the fabric covering Joshua's throat and shoulder, but decides he does not have the patience to fuss with it, no matter how much he wishes to sink his teeth into his skin. Besides which, he needs his hands to support Joshua.

He jerks against him in an experimental thrust, then adjusts his grip. Chiffon brushes the backs of his hands, with heated skin beneath his fingers, and Dion finds himself hopelessly entranced.

"All right..?" he breathes next to his ear. "You should be secure enough.."