Hn... that. [ Raspy whispers soon interrupted by the hitch in his breath as that button pops, followed by a low, whine of a moan deep in his throat at the excruciatingly slow clicks of a zipper. Oh god this is so dangerous and such a turn-on.
His own hand rubs firmly over the others clothed length, working up the courage to follow suit... or maybe just finish it off like this. Like good old times, ey? ]