Silver sucked in a quavering breath at the first touch of skin-on-skin. Sure, they've slept in the same bed, they've even caressed each other's faces but this? This was different. Somehow more intimate. Once given that permission, Silver let his hand glide along Gaura's bare skin, basking in how soft and warm it felt. And Silver's hands were soft, showing no signs of hard work ever in his life (unless you count the callous from holding his pencil a bit too tightly). His other hand followed suit, slipping under Gaura's shirt, fingers fanning out to cover more skin at once as they moved upward along his torso, tubing the shirt along with it. It wasn't like either of them wore much to bed. But suddenly Silver found himself cursing what little they did have on.