Enjoying the way his thumb was crushing and distorting Shannon's mouth, he wriggled it against the wet heat of his tongue. His own gaze held all of the confidence in the world that he was top dog and his chest pressed so hard against Shannon that it forced his breath to go shallow.
"I'd tear that underwear off of you if it wasn't one of my favorite pairs on you. Just snug and thin enough to see everything." He lowered his face so that his lips were moving against Shannon's cheek as he spoke. "So you should probably step out of those and then come over to the bed." He released him, pulling back entirely to leave him without the warmth of Varick's body crushed up against him. On his way to the bed, he removed the rest of his clothes. It drove him crazy not to fold them, or hang them back up, even before washing, but he thought tossing them into the clothes hamper much better suited the mood.
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