[On one hand: he is horrified. On the other hand: this sounds like a challenge.]
Never let it be said I don't give you everything you ever want.
[He says, and steps free just far enough to pull his gunbreaker coat off his shoulders by the lapels and roll his arms back to let it slide artfully to the ground in a heap of white fabric. Without hesitation or preamble, he next hooks his fingers beneath the hem of the boring generic shirt he's wearing, and easily peels that off, too.
Because yeah. Sometimes it really is that easy to get him shirtless.]
[he's already working hard not to laugh as thancred agrees and starts stripping, watching as he sheds his coat and shirt-- not without appreciation, honestly, he is fond of the view.
but he offers out the shirt with one raised brow, once thancred asks for it.]
[He takes it, holds it up against himself a moment, looks down the length of his own torso at the considerably more truncated length of said shirt — ]
Seems to have misplaced about half of it, don't you think?
[No one is going to complain about seeing your 8-pack, Thancred. Anyway, he tugs it on, and sure enough! It's both a travesty and surprisingly flattering if you're an abs sort of person.]
[It's just — nice, is the thing. Nice to play around like this. Nice to be touched. Nice to see Ryn as thirsty as if he's been stranded in the Sagolii for thirty-six hours without an oasis.
He nudges a little closer, encouraging more of the touch.]
[he's more cautious moving his injured arm, but he touches with both hands anyway. slow and deliberate, mapping out the planes of his body beneath his palms, fingers skimming teasingly along the waistband of his pants before sliding back up, then further, underneath the crop top.]
This was a joke. You weren't supposed to look so damned good in it.
[You know, even if it wasn't Confidence Week, there really is something powerfully self-affirming about having an attractive man feeling you up while musing to himself about how unfairly hot you are. Affirming enough that it actually manages to break through the ridiculous alpha machismo high he's been riding on, and just leaves him kind of warmly, giddily content.]
You'll just have to make jokes more often.
[His head lists to the side a little bit, baring just a hint more of the side of his neck in a manner that's either a tease of his own, or an invitation. Or both.]
[Though it's a comment that gets cut short by a soft strangled noise, as Ryn correctly concludes "invitation" and moves to thoroughly take advantage of it.]
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[uh-oh. a challenge.]
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[hmm. he contemplates.
he gestures to the slut croptop.]
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Never let it be said I don't give you everything you ever want.
[He says, and steps free just far enough to pull his gunbreaker coat off his shoulders by the lapels and roll his arms back to let it slide artfully to the ground in a heap of white fabric. Without hesitation or preamble, he next hooks his fingers beneath the hem of the boring generic shirt he's wearing, and easily peels that off, too.
Because yeah. Sometimes it really is that easy to get him shirtless.]
Give it here.
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but he offers out the shirt with one raised brow, once thancred asks for it.]
Go ahead, see if it fits.
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Seems to have misplaced about half of it, don't you think?
[No one is going to complain about seeing your 8-pack, Thancred. Anyway, he tugs it on, and sure enough! It's both a travesty and surprisingly flattering if you're an abs sort of person.]
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he's just looking him over, hand at his chin, deep in thought. the crop top is a Good look.]
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[He waggles his fingers a few ilms from Ryn's gaze, like he's playing at snapping him out of his reverie.]
Still with us, then?
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[his eyes only!]
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[Judging by Ryn's moony expression, it is definitely not that bad.]
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[He reaches forward, catching one of Ryn's hands and bringing it back with him, inviting touch without outright guiding him to make contact.]
D'you think?
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No, no, you can leave it on for now.
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[It's just — nice, is the thing. Nice to play around like this. Nice to be touched. Nice to see Ryn as thirsty as if he's been stranded in the Sagolii for thirty-six hours without an oasis.
He nudges a little closer, encouraging more of the touch.]
So long as you keep doing that.
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[he's more cautious moving his injured arm, but he touches with both hands anyway. slow and deliberate, mapping out the planes of his body beneath his palms, fingers skimming teasingly along the waistband of his pants before sliding back up, then further, underneath the crop top.]
This was a joke. You weren't supposed to look so damned good in it.
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You'll just have to make jokes more often.
[His head lists to the side a little bit, baring just a hint more of the side of his neck in a manner that's either a tease of his own, or an invitation. Or both.]
You know you're welcome to me whenever you want.
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[he's leaning in as he says that, pressing a kiss just below thancred's choker.
...then shifting it out of the way to nip at the skin, right where it usually sits.]
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[Though it's a comment that gets cut short by a soft strangled noise, as Ryn correctly concludes "invitation" and moves to thoroughly take advantage of it.]
Gods...