Is that... so. [A long, tight stroke fits neatly in that pause, drawn out as Cross can make it, fingertips making good use of all those sensitive spots, the slide of cloth over skin. And then, why not, he throws in a bit of that pulsing magic Rebecca found so effective, straight from his fingertips to where it counts, because watching Tyki come in his pants -- or almost do so, correction -- is going to be the most fun he's had all day.]