[ York loses his shirt while he's at it and settles behind Delta, massaging the span of his shoulders to start. The ports are- anyone that didn't have a body before it's a little strange, but the reminder that Detla's something mechanized just a bit actually helps him. This body was made fresh and it shows in how it's slim and lithe and without bruises, scars, or freckles. He starts slow, dropping a kiss to the nape of Delta's neck, breathing against that topmost port before working his way down. Hands before lips he slides and pets and teases from nape to hips. The only time he lingers is when they find something that has Delta shivering or writhing. ]
action; Day 138, late evening