[ for a long moment, thomas is still, catching his breath after that kiss and watching william take off his own trousers, revealing more and more skin. for a long moment, he only watches-- then he's reminded of the fact that he, too, is still wearing trousers by their atypical tightness and moves to undo them, push them down his hips.
ordinarily, he would fold them carefully. right now, he only manages to ensure that they're not entirely a crumpled pile of cloth by the side of the bed; it's very nearly impossible to take his eyes off william. ]
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ordinarily, he would fold them carefully. right now, he only manages to ensure that they're not entirely a crumpled pile of cloth by the side of the bed; it's very nearly impossible to take his eyes off william. ]