Priestly forgets, sometimes, that John is missing the hand, but he tries not to make a thing of it when he remembers, other than trying to get them into a position where John won't find himself needing it. Not that that's easy when all he's thinking about right now is grinding up against him and wishing he could use twice as many hands as he has, to touch everything he wants to touch.

It's cool in the caves but he already feels sweat on the back of his neck, and John's skin feels so hot where they're pressed together. He lets go of John's shirt only long enough to pull his own t-shirt off, losing it somewhere at their feet.