[he watches him, honestly fascinated by everything about his frame. every part of him revealed feels like a gift given - his wrists, his chest, his waist. everything is so real, far beyond the fantasies he allowed himself to have in private, and he finds himself moving closer, reaching for Hans before he says those words that mean he has to obey. dropping his hand, he sighs theatrically, pushing himself up.]
Making me do it myself in the end...
[his layers are less, more practical, but he still takes his time with them. his back is to Hans when his shirt is undone, pushed off his shoulders, and he doesn't look back or Hans might see how his hands ever so slightly shake. it's exciting, it's nervewracking, and he can't stop halfway. all his clothes go to the side, to be dealt with later - he'll know what to do. it's such a simple thing, undressing, he's done it a thousand times, but with Hans there, it takes on its own meaning. finally he's the one in his underwear, and he turns around, letting him look.
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Making me do it myself in the end...
[his layers are less, more practical, but he still takes his time with them. his back is to Hans when his shirt is undone, pushed off his shoulders, and he doesn't look back or Hans might see how his hands ever so slightly shake. it's exciting, it's nervewracking, and he can't stop halfway. all his clothes go to the side, to be dealt with later - he'll know what to do. it's such a simple thing, undressing, he's done it a thousand times, but with Hans there, it takes on its own meaning. finally he's the one in his underwear, and he turns around, letting him look.
was this still what he wanted?]