He moved to shut the door before joining her in bed. It was one of those afterthoughts he had that he would have to get used to. Bedroom door closed, no more sleeping in the nude... they'd have to be quiet. As he moved to join her in the bed he pulled his shirt off and discarded it on the floor. As her hand brushed over his pants a soft moan escaped him. Sometimes he felt like he was always hard, despite that being not true. But that moment was one he'd been thinking about since she texted him that afternoon.
As his pants hit the floor he took her hand for a moment. "We have to be quiet." He reminded her with a hushed tone. "I know that will be hard." She wanted to hear more, he cleared his throat a little, having let her sort of take the lead. "After I... pick someone up." He started, watching her. "Depending on the club, we've fooled around right there, or gone to a hotel room. It's much more fun in public, trying not to get caught." He admitted.