[Well, well. His little feminine impostor got more interesting by the moment. Cross lifts his hips to help with the removal of his pants and then lounges on the bed, quite glad to be relieved of his restrictive trousers, though he'd have liked if his shorts went with them. Still, Ashura's actions are... most intriguing. Enough that Cross's fingers curl in his hair, and even brush over the rim of his sensitive ear, as a reward, along with another sound, longer this time as Cross's head falls back with a nearly-full moan.]