"Hmmm," he hums helplessly as her hands brush over suddenly sensitive skin, and he helps, pulling off his shirt and pushing the material to one side, and Caspian without a shirt and wearing those worn and just-barely-ragged jeans might be just a boy from any time at all. His skin is flushed, and he lowers himself to trace the bottom of her ribcage with his mouth, kissing down along her stomach and her sides carefully.