Anthony stood long enough, breaking their kiss, to push down his trousers and kick them and his shoes off. And to breath. Breathing was definitely a good thing that needed to be done sometimes. But only sometimes. Oh, to be a fish and not have to breath. His hands were almost clumsy as he moved to get Zacharias' trousers off, rather than let them pool around his feet. It was more trouble than necessary, but eventually he was up and straddling the other boy again, a flush in his cheeks, showing off his freckles in stark contrast.
"You should tell me what you want." Anthony ran a hand down Zacharias' chest, the other hand went to his hair, tugging on the curls.