This, at least, he knew how to do. By himself, at least. No matter what rumors said, clones did this stuff. Quietly, privately, when you knew you were safe enough to get away with it. So the hand that reached down between them wasn't tentative or awkward, starting to stroke as light and slow as the captain was.

And if the captain liked to skip ahead, then he probably wouldn't mind if 622 tried some things he'd just had demonstrated on him. His free hand settled on the captain's waist, as he carefully leaned in to suck on the other man's earlobe. He'd felt a bit of teeth there, which he ever so carefully imitated.

"Like this?" Clones could learn fast, when the had a good reason to.