Technically everyone still has their clothes on, which makes it necking. It's cast iron logic. "You could say that."

"It's a pity your neck is all covered with a collar."

He fumbles one handed to half unbutton his shirt. "I really don't know why we bother with these things."

"Shirts are an entirely unnecessary invention," she agrees, and helps him take it the rest of the way off, followed by his undershirt, which is surely what he intended all along. 

"Says the fashion designer!"

"Dresses for everyone, I say. Much more... accessible."

"That's the smart move. Skirts are just much more convenient."

Evie very delicately places kisses on Jing Yi's neck and shoulders and chest.

Ooh, activity and not just pliability: that's interesting and new.

Gentle hair stroke while she does that?

She seems to like that!

Her kisses are feather-light, barely a brush of her lips against his skin.

Noted! He plans to continue doing that.

It's almost ticklish, but it's good. The one flaw is it's kind of hard to kiss her without getting in her way.

She notices and adjusts herself and now she's flat on her back and he can do whatever he likes with her.

He has so many options now.

He kisses her neck, while running a thumb over her nipple.

She returns to making very soft noises like she can't keep herself from making them.

Those are some very good sounds.

His hand starts to wander downwards, towards her hip.

She doesn't stop him.

The noises get a little louder, a little more enthusiastic, like she's losing herself under his hands and mouth.

Well there's no reason not to escalate then.

The hand rests on her thigh, as he remembers he doesn't actually know what he's doing.

She moans more loudly; her back arches; "please," she whispers, "please, please," and then she shudders in what is recognizably an orgasm.

He has very little clue what exactly he did there, but there's still a warm glow of being the one who gave Evie that.

"That's impressive."

Her orgasm does not at all seem to have made her less eager. In fact, she's trying ineffectually to grind against his arm.

He laughs, but it sounds mostly awed. "So greedy."

This seems like it would be easier with his hand, instead.

Evie gasps and rocks up against his hand.

His fingers seem to know, almost intuitively, where they're supposed to go.

Oh, that's much easier than he expected it to be. He expected to have no clue, but his fingers just go where they're meant to and Evie seems to be enjoying it so much.

The underwear is a barely-there, wispy thing. It would be very easy to take it off. Evie might not even notice.

Okay, let's be realistic, she will totally notice, she's just probably not going to stop him.