[The skilful application of Max's tongue draws a soft moan out of Whyborne, his hands pressing more firmly against him. It's enough to distract him from his usual self-consciousness for once, fingers tracing the contours of his chest with something approaching confidence.
He lets himself be pushed, though he has to glance backwards to make sure he doesn't trip over his own feet or anything else before he reaches the edge of the mattress.
At the order he flushes a bit, then begins taking it off, his fingers struggling to be nimble with so much going on. His waistcoat has to go first, and then the shirt follows, though he fumbles with the cuff buttons. He hesitates before taking it all the way off, his shoulders hunched slightly.]
Promise you won't laugh at me.
[He's not... strong, he knows that. He doesn't have muscles like Max. He's skinny and awkward and ugly and he knows it perfectly well.]
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Date: 2020-11-11 04:59 pm (UTC)He lets himself be pushed, though he has to glance backwards to make sure he doesn't trip over his own feet or anything else before he reaches the edge of the mattress.
At the order he flushes a bit, then begins taking it off, his fingers struggling to be nimble with so much going on. His waistcoat has to go first, and then the shirt follows, though he fumbles with the cuff buttons. He hesitates before taking it all the way off, his shoulders hunched slightly.]
Promise you won't laugh at me.
[He's not... strong, he knows that. He doesn't have muscles like Max. He's skinny and awkward and ugly and he knows it perfectly well.]