[That raking feeling down Toby's sides elicits a moan as he allows Drew to back him into... his back bumps against a wall. Very well, a wall it is. His hand sweeps across Drew's back, stroking back and forth to acclimatize him to their temperature difference. Shortly after, he yanks Drew's hair to pull his head back, break the kiss, and whisper,]
Take it off. Your shirt. Please.
[With a quick jerk, he then releases Drew's hair and teasingly slides his hands down Drew's sides to settle at the waistband of his trousers.]
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Take it off. Your shirt. Please.
[With a quick jerk, he then releases Drew's hair and teasingly slides his hands down Drew's sides to settle at the waistband of his trousers.]