“Mmm,” Alex smirked from where he leaned, watching the show. “But what if my fingers start to tremble and I have trouble working the buttons? Will you, uh, assist me if I need it? Cause that’s maybe my favorite part.”
Tossing his navy blue shirt to the floor, Ehavon grins and stalks towards the young man, his hands immediately working at unbuttoning his shirt for him. “What else would you like me to do for you?” the Time Lord snickers, breathing softly in the man’s ear.
"Why don’t you come a little closer, love. And take those clothes off…" Ehavon purrs, slipping his dress shirt off his shoulders.
"Um. Take—Take them off? Why?" Nate just stared at him, unsure of what he should do while he watched the other.
"If you don’t want me to fuck you, then you can go ahead and keep them on, but I’m in no mood to be patient or romantic." Ehavon shrugs, fingers pausing on the button of his trousers, waiting for the boy to comply.
But it does make my ass look fucking amazing. Doesn’t it?