Oh, it's so much better. That full body press against his back plus the blanketing of feathers around him. He mentally maps every muscle against his body, now that his mind has stopped shutting down from the cold and is instead shutting down from the impossibly paced situation he's found himself in.

"Yes. Thanks, Joshua," he whispers as he presses his body back against Joshua's front, heat seeking. He buries one hand in the soft, hot down of his feathers and places his own hand on Joshua's to warm it.

"Even if most whores get more preamble than I just did," he says with a laugh. "I won't be offended if you do or don't stiffen up back there," Cid mumbles, making idle conversation as he can feel Joshua's cock with his backside. Presumably, they had a storm to wait out.