*smiles very sweetly and gently rakes his fingertips across the denim just so (and he's inwardly squirming now (obscene things), but above all else, he is Patient)* Ye-es...?
*readily meets your lips, then, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter as you swallow the end of his reply in your haste (oh, you'll be fun when he starts teaching you his definition of "thorough")* *shifts his feet apart a bit more and tilts his hips in to meet yours, a soft mmm caught high in his throat, fingers blindly helping you with the buttons*
*shrugs out of the shirt as soon as you've loosened the last button, leaving him in only a thin, damp cotton tee that hides very little*
*—and before the thought (you haven't seen my skin) can fully form, sheds the undershirt as well, hardly breathing for the sudden irrational fear (please don't care), already a little broken to realize that he's been reduced to this (when it shouldn't matter at all)*