[Annoying as the ripped buttons are, Cross can't say he minds how desperation looks on Tyki. His back hits the wall but he only chuckles, chin tilting down to reach Tyki's lips and knowing how that must eat at him. Cross' hand casually slides along Tyki's leg from where it's between his, up to palm him through his pants, then squeeze. Is this what you're needing, hm?]