Reynard is moving quickly and Keldar doesn't know where to put his hands as they grasp out and slip between the fox's quick movements. When his shirt is pulled off he shivers in the night air; a part of his mind mutters something about how it's going to get all dirty... but most of it is concentrating on the fact that that tongue on his skin is just.. wow.

He finally finds a place for his fingers as Reynard kneels before him, twisting them in his hair.