Nicholas paused in his downward descent to wriggle out of his shirt so Walter could pull it free from his arms, and then his hands were back to his boyfriend's body. He did the same, tugging Walter's shirt over his head, dropping it over the side of the bed. Nimble fingers went to work on his belt, and he removed it, but left his trousers for thje moment as he dipped his head down, his mouth worrying over the side of his neck, down his throat.