Shifting his hips up, Opium lent and hand and slid from his trousers, shoving them as far down as his knees before his hands lost interest and made their way back to skin. "We're all cold," he murmured in response, lips brushing the corner of Trace's mouth. "That's why we need bodies and wet earth to keep us warm." And he could already feel his body soaking up the temperature of the ground beneath him - warmer than his own flesh, accommodating the shape of his body and letting him sink down into it like he belonged there. Dark eyes closed for a moment and he sighed, a hand blindly trailing over hip-bone and thigh and then slowly inward.