[This is easily one of those times John belatedly realizes that maybe he should have shut up hours ago and then he wouldn't be making a fool of himself right now. He didn't think about how inexperienced he was, or about the fact that his experience didn't even exist. Of course he'd be squirming and being unsure if this was even real, he'd never even kissed before or had a relationship and really it was just an Egbertian mess. His breath hitches when he looks at Dave, sees the red of his eyes again. At the opera house he was mostly amazed or something, when they were just chatting and whatever. No, this time it's in the semi-dark, Dave was just kissing and nipping at him and moaning and god his eyes were just...startling, now.]
[Dave's eyes have him long enough for John to have spaced out, and when he jumps to he nods. This was hot, hot and really helpful because honestly John needs to be told what to do, he has no idea.]
Yeah--yeah, okay, can do.
[His hands are shaking when he fumbles with the first button, and he can feel the burning rush to his cheeks from embarrassment. God, people were probably a lot smoother about this, or at least not biting their lips and can't even unbutton their shirt. He doesn't know what this is even going to achieve farther than the "both people naked" part, which means Dave's going to do the same thing too...right?]
[He lets out a nervous chuckle as he finally undoes the first button and starts on the next, the shaking now just trembling but it's still hard to push the little plastic through the hole and oh god. He is such a loser. Yeah, Egbert, flirt and drop "fuck me" hints all night but then completely turn to mush when it's happening. He's not so much concerned about ruining his and Dave's weird new friendship with a night of sex as much as he is Dave's opinion of him. Really does not need a guy judging him or anything, but this was 10x harder to hide than the fact that he was dirt poor. He feels vulnerable, more so than ever.]
[John finally gets all the buttons done, letting out a sigh when he does, and then he removes the shirt as gently as possible, stretching his arms back awkwardly to pull it off. He's not graceful at all, and the shirt is off, brought back around and he holds it in both hands; this shirt probably costs more than his entire wardrobe, he's trying not to ruin it somehow. Now that it's off, though, he feels better. Task completed, and the half-nakedness doesn't bother him.]
Uh...where should I put this?
[Also John really sucks at imagining what could come next, he doesn't know what's supposed to so he's just kind of...sitting there. with his shirt in his hands. mind half on "oh god i must suck at this" and "wow kisses can go on necks that was awesome."]
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[Dave's eyes have him long enough for John to have spaced out, and when he jumps to he nods. This was hot, hot and really helpful because honestly John needs to be told what to do, he has no idea.]
Yeah--yeah, okay, can do.
[His hands are shaking when he fumbles with the first button, and he can feel the burning rush to his cheeks from embarrassment. God, people were probably a lot smoother about this, or at least not biting their lips and can't even unbutton their shirt. He doesn't know what this is even going to achieve farther than the "both people naked" part, which means Dave's going to do the same thing too...right?]
[He lets out a nervous chuckle as he finally undoes the first button and starts on the next, the shaking now just trembling but it's still hard to push the little plastic through the hole and oh god. He is such a loser. Yeah, Egbert, flirt and drop "fuck me" hints all night but then completely turn to mush when it's happening. He's not so much concerned about ruining his and Dave's weird new friendship with a night of sex as much as he is Dave's opinion of him. Really does not need a guy judging him or anything, but this was 10x harder to hide than the fact that he was dirt poor. He feels vulnerable, more so than ever.]
[John finally gets all the buttons done, letting out a sigh when he does, and then he removes the shirt as gently as possible, stretching his arms back awkwardly to pull it off. He's not graceful at all, and the shirt is off, brought back around and he holds it in both hands; this shirt probably costs more than his entire wardrobe, he's trying not to ruin it somehow. Now that it's off, though, he feels better. Task completed, and the half-nakedness doesn't bother him.]
Uh...where should I put this?
[Also John really sucks at imagining what could come next, he doesn't know what's supposed to so he's just kind of...sitting there. with his shirt in his hands. mind half on "oh god i must suck at this" and "wow kisses can go on necks that was awesome."]