[Taking it off is the same thing as far as Raymond's concerned. He just can't be bothered to deal with it himself at the moment.
Either way, that's more like it. Raymond groans at the lips on his neck, keeping the noise low and throaty just for him, and uses the wall at his back as leverage to rut against Orange's knee. It's been too damn long since we was with someone who actually knew what the hell he was doing, even if the man is decades younger than him, and some part of him, whatever part of him that's still capable of caring, hopes he won't mind if he takes some initiative and starts hastily undoing his shirt.]
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Either way, that's more like it. Raymond groans at the lips on his neck, keeping the noise low and throaty just for him, and uses the wall at his back as leverage to rut against Orange's knee. It's been too damn long since we was with someone who actually knew what the hell he was doing, even if the man is decades younger than him, and some part of him, whatever part of him that's still capable of caring, hopes he won't mind if he takes some initiative and starts hastily undoing his shirt.]