[Right. Pants. He'd kind of forgotten about those existing, for the moment, being too busy with his teeth and the little shifts of his hips, but he's pretty sure he can oblige the request to get rid of the pants. He doesn't like these jeans anyway, and is absolutely certain that he looks ridiculous in them -- which is remarkably unfair, considering that Charlie manages to pull off the style quite well.
With an uncharacteristic lack of coordination, he unbuttons and unzips his pants, and then rolls off of Charlie for a moment to tug them all the way off. They end up tangled around his feet, and he kicks them to the floor with a muttered curse, irritated by the break in physical contact with Charlie. As soon as they're off, though, he's back, more kisses and more touching, still trying to determine whether Charlie's hurt anywhere and hiding it.]
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With an uncharacteristic lack of coordination, he unbuttons and unzips his pants, and then rolls off of Charlie for a moment to tug them all the way off. They end up tangled around his feet, and he kicks them to the floor with a muttered curse, irritated by the break in physical contact with Charlie. As soon as they're off, though, he's back, more kisses and more touching, still trying to determine whether Charlie's hurt anywhere and hiding it.]