Oliver lightly clapped both of his hands against Edwin's clothed hips once the boxers were on, then gently pried Edwin's fingers off of his buttons. "Alright, alright," he leaned back on his haunches, watching Edwin's face as he pulled his shirt open, leaving it hanging on his shoulders with his chest and abdomen exposed as he climbed off the mattress.
He shrugged the shirt off and let it land on the floor, then toed off his shoes as his fingers found his belt buckle, keeping his gaze on the man on the bed. "Gettin' better?" He winked as he bent forward, his belt and pants gaping open to expose the dark material of the briefs underneath, tugging his socks off. He tossed one at Edwin and laughed before straightening again, then turned, raising his arms up a bit to stretch the muscles in his back as his hips moved. The wagging of his rearend caused the material of his jeans to slip down his muscular thighs where they stopped. A slightly more emphatic wiggle proved that they had no plans of moving any further without assistance, so he bent and tugged them off.
"It'll be sexier next time," he promised with a laugh, toeing all of the discarded garments around the corner by the desk so he could take care of them in the morning. "Get under the covers. My turn to get ready."