[he wastes no time moving so the shirt can come off, shaking his head to toss his hair afterward, a soft little laugh escaping him following romance's remark.]
So it would seem.
[but mystery meets each kiss with fervor, reaching his hands to cup romance's face again, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, their noses nudging together every now and then when he pulls back to breathe. he goes for romance's shirt after a moment, trying to peel it off him without disturbing what he's doing with his pants.]
I don't mind, though. [obviously, and he might be somewhat impatient himself, given how he immediately goes for romance's pants, too.]
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So it would seem.
[but mystery meets each kiss with fervor, reaching his hands to cup romance's face again, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, their noses nudging together every now and then when he pulls back to breathe. he goes for romance's shirt after a moment, trying to peel it off him without disturbing what he's doing with his pants.]
I don't mind, though. [obviously, and he might be somewhat impatient himself, given how he immediately goes for romance's pants, too.]