"There's actually a bit of velcro, on the side, you can just--."
Krem's own voice sounded breathless to his ears. There was a tumultuous moment, a nervous flutter in his stomach, like swimming--the consideration of will I, won't I--before he briefly took his hands off of Thomas so that he could sit up and take off his shirt.
The binder cut off at his ribs, a bit rucked up from the way he'd been squirming about and from their kissing. The velcro on the side, under his arm, was still neatly smoothed, even after all the twisting about. He sat there, straddling Thomas's thigh, bold but nervous all at once, looking at Thomas softly.
He put a hand on Thomas's hip, gentle, smoothing the fabric of his shirt. "Still alright?"
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Krem's own voice sounded breathless to his ears. There was a tumultuous moment, a nervous flutter in his stomach, like swimming--the consideration of will I, won't I--before he briefly took his hands off of Thomas so that he could sit up and take off his shirt.
The binder cut off at his ribs, a bit rucked up from the way he'd been squirming about and from their kissing. The velcro on the side, under his arm, was still neatly smoothed, even after all the twisting about. He sat there, straddling Thomas's thigh, bold but nervous all at once, looking at Thomas softly.
He put a hand on Thomas's hip, gentle, smoothing the fabric of his shirt. "Still alright?"