[Still biting at his neck, he manages to blindly fumble open the fly of Thorn's pants and slip his hand inside -- on top of the underwear, not yet touching bare skin, but close enough that he can feel the heat and contours of Thorn's body. He guides it out of the confines of those tight pants and up against Thorn's abdomen, then strokes it with his palm through the thin fabric of his boxers.]