"Everyone is sensitive somewhere different." Jay explains softly. "Not just the obvious places, but patches of skin that make them sigh. There's an art to taking the time to find them because most people don't know themselves."

He takes Gav's hand again. "For me, it's here." He brings Gav's fingers to the side of his neck and down to just over the pulse point. "And here," The small of his back and the long, narrow strip that's almost without scars. "And for no real reason, the turn of my ankle."

He pulls gently at the hem of Gav's shirt. "May I?"