[He lets out a breathy laugh when Toby wrenches his head back, only because the vampire seemed so eager, so desperate. There'd been a lot of sexual tension riding on this moment; tension that seemed to be mounting and expanding rather efficiently.]
Just my shirt, huh? [But he was already moving towards it, curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and away, dropping it into a messy pile on the floor beside him before his eyes wander to Toby's hands at his waistband and then his face, questioning.]
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Just my shirt, huh? [But he was already moving towards it, curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and away, dropping it into a messy pile on the floor beside him before his eyes wander to Toby's hands at his waistband and then his face, questioning.]