[ Permission means opening his eyes, means letting go of Mobius' clothes, means winding his arms through the sleeves of the shirt in order to get his hands beneath the hem from the inside and shoving the entire thing up and over his head.
Permission also means pressing a boundary, and the boundary at the moment is also Mobius' shirt. He was given consent, after all. So. Off with that too, thanks.
He pauses for a moment there, taking in Mobius' skin. Muscles. Scars. His touch is careful but no less heated as he runs his fingers from one collarbone to the other, down across his pecs, tracing over ribs. Mobius has rarely (never?) taken his time before. Does that mean no one else has done this, either?
He swallows the question down and looks up into Mobius' eyes, instead. ]
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Permission also means pressing a boundary, and the boundary at the moment is also Mobius' shirt. He was given consent, after all. So. Off with that too, thanks.
He pauses for a moment there, taking in Mobius' skin. Muscles. Scars. His touch is careful but no less heated as he runs his fingers from one collarbone to the other, down across his pecs, tracing over ribs. Mobius has rarely (never?) taken his time before. Does that mean no one else has done this, either?
He swallows the question down and looks up into Mobius' eyes, instead. ]