[He really hadn't thought so far ahead as to be thinking about the prospect of Riza undressing in front of him, or indeed anything else past this that they may or may not do. Right now, his thoughts could possibly extend as far as breakfast in the morning, but even if he did take the time to ponder it, his concentration on it would wane almost immediately.
Right now, there were far more pressing matters at hand.]
No, it's-- I can get i--.
[Oh. Okay.
His mouth worked wordlessly whilst she worked his pants undone, stomach twitching from the moments that her fingers brushed his skin, and a sound that he did his damnest to try and hold back escaped as her knuckles brushed at him, which about the same time that he shifted his attention. Neither of them were naive enough to be surprised by his reactions, but he was hard, and if he thought about it too much, he could quite possibly ruin tonight.
By the time she'd started to pull his clothes down over his hips he'd caught his hand in her hair, brushing it back over her shoulder and letting his palm brush at her cheek for a moment. The gesture didn't last long, not with the way she was looking at him, but he would return to this eventually. Honest.
Shuffling back off her bed, he tugged his pants off from the hem down, letting them, and his boxers rest in a pile at the end of the bed. He could have let himself give thought to his state of undress, but it was only fair that he help her out of the remainder of her clothes first, hm?
Not that it was something they needed to rush, and his fingers were slipping around her ankle on his way back toward her before he could stop himself, one hand holding himself up by her hip whilst the other trailed up the inside of her leg, only pausing when he'd made it to the top. A kiss to the space just above her belly button marked his stopping point, and he let his fingers shift to press against the fabric of her pants, daring to press his thumb against her through them. Payback? Maybe.]
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Right now, there were far more pressing matters at hand.]
No, it's-- I can get i--.
[Oh. Okay.
His mouth worked wordlessly whilst she worked his pants undone, stomach twitching from the moments that her fingers brushed his skin, and a sound that he did his damnest to try and hold back escaped as her knuckles brushed at him, which about the same time that he shifted his attention. Neither of them were naive enough to be surprised by his reactions, but he was hard, and if he thought about it too much, he could quite possibly ruin tonight.
By the time she'd started to pull his clothes down over his hips he'd caught his hand in her hair, brushing it back over her shoulder and letting his palm brush at her cheek for a moment. The gesture didn't last long, not with the way she was looking at him, but he would return to this eventually. Honest.
Shuffling back off her bed, he tugged his pants off from the hem down, letting them, and his boxers rest in a pile at the end of the bed. He could have let himself give thought to his state of undress, but it was only fair that he help her out of the remainder of her clothes first, hm?
Not that it was something they needed to rush, and his fingers were slipping around her ankle on his way back toward her before he could stop himself, one hand holding himself up by her hip whilst the other trailed up the inside of her leg, only pausing when he'd made it to the top. A kiss to the space just above her belly button marked his stopping point, and he let his fingers shift to press against the fabric of her pants, daring to press his thumb against her through them. Payback? Maybe.]