[Gaius is melting under Jusis fingers, shivering as they travel down his spine and humming appreciatively against Jusis' throat. He doesn't think he's ever been this caught-up in someone, but he can't see regretting it, ever. Getting his shirt off means stopping touching Jusis, and even if it's only for a moment, Gaius doesn't want to. He groans in complaint, but ultimately sits up to pull it over his head. It's worth it to feel Jusis' fingers against his bare skin.

Speaking of bare skin. Most of what he can get to so far is a little lower, and there's no shyness involved in going after it. Gaius scoots back a little, placing himself between Jusis' legs and leaning down to turn his fevered kisses against his inner thigh. Maybe Jusis has to reach further now but Gaius is mostly thinking about how much of Jusis he can get.]