Tavros gets more from any touch to his lower back than he does his rear. He can feel some of it though, and it makes his upper body arch in closer to the larger boy. His legs lay dead and useless, not just because Gamzee was on them but because he wasn't concentrating on moving them. He's just too caught up in the other boy to think about anything else at the moment.

His fingers curl absently through Gamzee's hair, gently brushing up against the back of his neck. He's not sure what Gamzee wants him to do, so he's just going to roll with it for now.