[Just...toss? Toss clothes? Not lay them out? John stares at Dave like he's confused, but he's really just...well, "make yourself at home" yeah, but he tosses old t-shirts with holes and stuff around, not anything fancy. Though, he's never really had anything fancy, so he can't really say much. He just guesses this is one of those differences between the financial tiers, you can toss your clothes around no matter what, it's just that what you toss around is different and telling. Or something. John glances over to the chair.]
Oh just...over there?
[He watches Dave toss his shirt over, stupidly in awe of his nonchalant attitude during all this. His shirt feels heavy with worth in his hands, but it can't really be that bad, it won't get ruined so easily. Dave's belt joins the tossing party and John is nearly startled by it; he chucks his shirt onto the chair--good aim on his part--out of jumpy reaction time, and it's quick enough that he doesn't really have time to think about it before Dave kisses him, and he's brought right back to Sexy Earth.]
[Aaand that is not his hand undoing his belt and squeezing him oh it definitely isn't.]
Uh--! W-woooah, oh my fuck...
[He's a little shocked at first, taken aback by Dave's forwardness and oh yes good, but he relaxes, takes breaths as evenly as he can manage. His mouth quirks up in a half-smile as he exhales, as if he's too excited to even breathe. He has his now empty hands resting awkwardly on his thighs, squeezing as he nods with enthusiasm, but still sounds as if the air's been sucked out of him.]
Yeah...fuck yeah, real good.
[He swallows and moves his fingers to undo his pants, but he stops, hesitates, and stops. What if he's not supposed to? What's the next step? He has no damn clue.]
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Oh just...over there?
[He watches Dave toss his shirt over, stupidly in awe of his nonchalant attitude during all this. His shirt feels heavy with worth in his hands, but it can't really be that bad, it won't get ruined so easily. Dave's belt joins the tossing party and John is nearly startled by it; he chucks his shirt onto the chair--good aim on his part--out of jumpy reaction time, and it's quick enough that he doesn't really have time to think about it before Dave kisses him, and he's brought right back to Sexy Earth.]
[Aaand that is not his hand undoing his belt and squeezing him oh it definitely isn't.]
Uh--! W-woooah, oh my fuck...
[He's a little shocked at first, taken aback by Dave's forwardness and oh yes good, but he relaxes, takes breaths as evenly as he can manage. His mouth quirks up in a half-smile as he exhales, as if he's too excited to even breathe. He has his now empty hands resting awkwardly on his thighs, squeezing as he nods with enthusiasm, but still sounds as if the air's been sucked out of him.]
Yeah...fuck yeah, real good.
[He swallows and moves his fingers to undo his pants, but he stops, hesitates, and stops. What if he's not supposed to? What's the next step? He has no damn clue.]