[ Oh god that feels good. So good that he's content to drop all thoughts about frostbite and the thresholds for hypothermia and just go with it, hips rolling rather stiffly against her. It's been a while, as is probably evident with the way he tenses against the intrusion of her fingers under his shirt. Partially because it's cold and partially because... well, Kitty had a lot of walls to break down before he stopped flinching.
Those fingers under her shirt are wandering, cautiously sneaking their way to her front. Exploring. ]