[ He could see the effect it was having on Wade, laughing softly and feeling a rush of pride. It was swiftly becoming a favorite past time of his, driving Wade wild - it had worked particularly well for him as a man, after all. He shivered when Wade's hands slid lower, the denim feeling hot and irritating now, the same with his shirt, the fabric rough against hardened nipples.
He pulled his hands away, arching as much as he could off the wall before reaching down and practically tearing his top off. Sudden cold air against his bare tits coaxed a cry of shock, quickly pushing Wade's shirt up and touching bare flesh with a wanton moan. ]