It takes him a moment to get the posture right. He has to shift his weight on his knees a little to be able to get his cheek pressed to the blanket, both arms stretched out. He's going to feel it in his shoulders, he's aware of that, but it's not more than he'll be able to take. He keeps his thighs pressed together, for now, until he's instructed otherwise. The kiss, the touches, their so gentle, and, already, his brain is going clean and blank.