"I think I know which part." It had felt like he was going hurt something if it hadn't come off soon. ...Now that he thinks about it, he could have just popped the seal, but logical thinking had taken a dive as soon as he got pinned to the mat.

The body glove might have been tight enough to feel a lot through it, but he was used to feeling things through the armored cloth. It dulled sensation in a way he didn't really recognize until the touch sliding up his flank made his back arch of its own accord, pressing up against the captain. The sensitivity of bare skin was overwhelming.

He nodded. "Right." Help with the clothes. He's supposed to do that. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of the captain's pants and slides them down, some dumb part of his brain still asking 'Are we really doing this?' Definitely. Definitely doing this.