[Kazuya helps him out of his shirt, doesn't protest the boldness that Basil shows, nor moves to stop or slow him down. The shirt lands wherever the other feels fit to toss - or drop- it. The words catch his attention, and it makes him stop.

Slowly, carefully, Basil is put back against the bed as Kazuya presses against him, moves his hands to cup his chin in one hand to look him in the eye. And his tone is serious when he speaks next.]

You're best off if I'm as gentle as I'm being for the moment. You won't be able to move after, otherwise.

[And he would very much like for his human to be able to move after all of this. Even if it's with some difficulty.

He kisses his forehead almost apologetically.]

Once you're more comfortable we can do this without my human guise.