Humming his agreement, Greg finally wrangled the fly of Ray's pants apart, tugging the fabric off his hips and letting it fall to the floor. He took a moment to appreciate the surprise underneath, before redirecting himself to get Ray's jacket off his shoulders. Next came the cumberbund, then the shirt, leaving Ray standing in nothing but his socks, bowtie, and underthings.
Hands roamed over Ray's stomach, as Greg pressed himself back into Ray to pin him into the wall. "There. Much better."