Everything was settled then, and Kavinsky settled into it too, easily, effortlessly. While James was turned away, he stripped off his shirt. If they were doing this, he wasn't losing a half-decent tank top in the midst of it. Might as well just go straight to skin and enjoy the ride.

He held out his hands, wrists together, and raised a brow slightly.

"And how do we feel about wiggling instead of flailing?"