The tug closer brought a smile to the boy-god's face and he pushed his nose in to kiss Nergal's neck, wanting to get into his lap and be close but knowing that first, Nergal was right. He had to get the pants off. He unbuttoned his jeans without looking down or taking his mouth from Nergal's neck, expertly, unzipping, shimmying and only then having to remove his mouth to try and wriggle his jeans down his hips. Luckily they were actually NERGAL'S jeans and they were clinging for dear life anyway. It was only a case of squirming - quite agreeable squirming actually - to get them down and then he just reached back and yanked them off, sitting half-naked and half in Nergal's lap.