[ Yes, okay. Please, please get him out of these clothes. He needs your skin. He can feel its heat from just under the fabric of your own suit, and he wants nothing more than to let his fingers/mouth run all over it, to see if it still feels the way that he remembers it feeling.
Your efforts are being rewarded with your boy bracing against that door, and the sound of his breathing - already short and ragged - tapering out into a whine once you start working at his neck.
Work at those buttons. He'll just drop that coat of his now, then slide his hands up the length of your body and underneath the shoulders of your own coat in order to push the whole thing off your form. ]
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Your efforts are being rewarded with your boy bracing against that door, and the sound of his breathing - already short and ragged - tapering out into a whine once you start working at his neck.
Work at those buttons. He'll just drop that coat of his now, then slide his hands up the length of your body and underneath the shoulders of your own coat in order to push the whole thing off your form. ]