Oliver found himself in a state of entranced amusement as Edwin worked at figuring out the correct order to dress and undress in. His eyes followed the expanse of pale, tattooed, tantalizing skin as it appeared, and he reminded himself again that neither of them were in a good position to take advantage. Still, the temptation was more than there, particularly when Edwin seemed completely against the idea of putting those boxers on properly.
"Come on," Oliver sighed warmly as he bent over the edge of the bed, crawling up Edwin's lower half, his arms braced on either side of the man's long legs until he could plant a kiss on Edwin's upper thigh. He pulled the boxers away, laughing briefly at the idea that Edwin was even bothering with a little drunk modesty at this point. Unraveling the boxers, he slipped back down to the end of the bed, holding the garment open and within range so all Edwin had to do was slide his legs through.