[It's like and unlike the chaste backrub he'd had before, the thought momentarily distracting him from york's ministrations. Were his memories of that backrub, the one from Loki, even accurate? No, no, he's not supposed to be thinking about it. Delta buries his head in the pillow and concentrates until he can almost see through York's cybernetic eye to his own back, feeling the feedback between them, and most of all feeling that sharp emotion from York that's a combination of protectiveness, an almost desperate desire to see Delta reacting like this, and even pride at his own skill. Relaxing, comfortable, and yet more and more aroused, he does begin reacting in earnest about halfway down his back. By the time York gets down to his hips, he's grinding down into the mattress in response.]
action; Day 138, late evening