[This particular outfit was one of his easier ones to get off, if Cross figured it out. Clasps hidden beneath the folds over his chest held the outfit up, a series of elegant stitches down the side holding it closed and delving into the sashes at his hips. And as if to give him aid in getting it off he rolled his hips just so against Cross, drawing his attention on where to start.
He had no problem with Cross's outfit though. The buttons were soon fully undone, his hands wandering over the broad chest, ghosting over his nipples but briefly, a short tease, promises of more to come later before his fingers ducked down and felt along his abs and sides, delighting in the delights that body no doubt held.]