[Tyki's chin tilts upwards, as it's harder to suppress the struggle both to breathe and choke down the groans so one very pained noise slips past his lips as his heel digs down into the dirt. His eyes are a little wider, not staring up at Cross anymore but the sky. His arms move instinctively, and when his hand doesn't work he just presses the forearm to Cross' shin. Anything to get him off his chest. For the moment Kitty doesn't even register, all that does is the need to breathe.]