Edwin smiled lazily as Oliver finally, finally took his shirt off. After a night full of trying to stick his hands into that shirt, he nearly missed his chance to touch, but threw his hand out and dragged it over Oliver's abs just as the cowboy crawled off the bed.
As Oliver began his little striptease, Edwin resituated himself so he was laying on his stomach, his chin in his hands and one foot bent back and hanging in the air, like a teenage girl at a slumber party, he imagined. Or he would have, if he wasn't busy wolf-whistling at Oliver's wiggling rear. He was only disappointed that he was too slow to think to pinch it when Oliver bent over to remove the jeans the rest of the way.
"Oh, I thought it was plenty sexy." He laughed before growling, "Sexy-sexy," and he wagged his eyebrows before he awkwardly rolled back into a sitting position. "Hold on, hold on, hold on." He reached for Oliver, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him closer, until he could grab the waistband of his briefs. "Shhh," he whispered as he tugged it down until he could get a decent view of one cheek, which he gave a little pinch before going ahead and slapping it.
"It's just a really good butt," he insisted, laughing.