Bel can feel what Barcus is doing, and still the first feel of Barcus's hand on the skin of Bel's chest draws a gasp and a sigh. Call it the rush of letting down a guard after spending long periods where he was even sleeping in his leather armor, or just the sensation of skin on skin. It was also bringing the urgency back into his motions because he wanted to do the same.

Though he did stop to give a delighted laugh slightly at the sounds Barcus made, and then add, "I think I can manage your shirt from here, if you can bear to take your hands and lips off me for a moment. Or I can go first and move so you can get my shirt off."

Not that Bel wasn't already adjusting his own posture so Barcus could better kiss him, because gods, that felt good. Not the worst dilemma to have -- continue this, or actually undress and have more places to kiss and touch. Bel tried to refocus, to remember what Barcus had been wearing, and see if he could figure out how to loosen fastenings without looking -- why not split the difference and see if he could at least get things most of the way off before Barcus needed to slightly disentangle himself.