A series of pop, pop, pop's echo in the room as the buttons of Max's shirt clatter to the kitchen floor when Dimitri tugs just a little too harder in his eagerness to get the other man's clothes off. "Ah- Sorry." comes his muttered apology, and he hopes that when he pushes the shirt open entirely and splays his fingers across the other man's chest; calloused fingers brushing his nipple, that Max will forgive him.
"Of course." he has a hand free, so he will use it to yank the drawer open and fumble around for the bottle of lube. He retracts his leg so Max can get his pants off, none too worried about his own for the time being as he grasps the bottle finally and pulls it out of the drawer.
Max's room is going to be a fucking mess once this disasters done.
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Date: 2020-12-23 03:32 am (UTC)"Of course." he has a hand free, so he will use it to yank the drawer open and fumble around for the bottle of lube. He retracts his leg so Max can get his pants off, none too worried about his own for the time being as he grasps the bottle finally and pulls it out of the drawer.
Max's room is going to be a fucking mess once this disasters done.