Urquhart keeps stroking her, and feels his own excitement mounting. He feels his cheek slide against Moist's as they alternate, smoothly, in kissing Saffron.

Moist isn't shy; not about being seen by third person while naked and aroused, not about being touched as they all go about it. Urquhart finally sheds his reticence and reaches around with his free arm, exploring fingers sliding over Moist's neck and chest.