Dusky skin reveals itself inch by inch as fingers slide down thighs to push clinging denim. Until the pants are past his knees and fall to the floor by themselves. Nothing but the boxers now.
Law steps free of them, and then slides into a crouch to pick up his jeans, never once breaking eye contact. He straightens languidly, folds then and then drops them into the basket.
Then his hands hover of the waistband of his underwear and he draws the moment out until his fingers hook there. There's a silent question in eyes that are also sparking.
Shall he continue, or should he wait until Itachi gets off his own pants to press on?]
[Action | June 9]
So he does.
Dusky skin reveals itself inch by inch as fingers slide down thighs to push clinging denim. Until the pants are past his knees and fall to the floor by themselves. Nothing but the boxers now.
Law steps free of them, and then slides into a crouch to pick up his jeans, never once breaking eye contact. He straightens languidly, folds then and then drops them into the basket.
Then his hands hover of the waistband of his underwear and he draws the moment out until his fingers hook there. There's a silent question in eyes that are also sparking.
Shall he continue, or should he wait until Itachi gets off his own pants to press on?]