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[thirtythird]

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[ettersberg]

[ 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. ]

[thirtythird]

[Being watched is its own small thrill. Being studied and memorized, held under the warm weight of a fascinated gaze, curls almost as warm in his chest as touching and being touched.

Everything aches pleasantly as he frees himself and tosses his own clothes into a heedless pile. Everything feels soothed and joyful as he pulls himself back into Thomas's space, tugging gently to settle hips and legs with the same unhurried pace.]