Theo kissing him did bad things to Greg's resolve and he found himself pressing into Theo. He returned the kisses and then added more to the last, parting Theo's mouth and invading it with his tongue, wanting to deepen the rising passion that was happening between them.
And Greg felt spurred, tired of being separated from Theo by these cumbersome clothes. He pulled back, the covers slipping down as Greg sat up, and smoothly discarded the shirt from his top. He lay back and pulled at his pants, wanting them off as well, to finally be lying with nothing on, in the bed with Theo.
Greg couldn't remember the last time he'd been naked with another man; his tight hard abs flexed as he looked at his sleepy boyfriend, lying there dreamily next to him.
"Theo," Greg began, hesitantly, "Theo, let me take your clothes off. I want...I just want to hold you...to feel you against me," and he licked his lips and almost begged.