[The implication that a shirt will be removed soon is one thing, but it's the smooth, husky voice that really gets Otto going. Not even necessarily the words, just the sound of it and the desire it contains. God, despite his happy marriage, he hasn't been this lustfully yearned for in many years. He's not sure he's lustfully yearned like this in years. Was it always this intense?]
I can arrange something like that... [It's almost a purr. The hand that was on the side of Bruno's face rubs down his neck until it reaches fabric. Then it detaches entirely, swoops down and dips underneath the shirt to try and find bare waist.]
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I can arrange something like that... [It's almost a purr. The hand that was on the side of Bruno's face rubs down his neck until it reaches fabric. Then it detaches entirely, swoops down and dips underneath the shirt to try and find bare waist.]