[His breath hitches, his head swims with the heat of the moment, and the alcohol already permeating through him. His eyes follow Egon's hands, traveling up his torso back to his face. He remembers that he's trying to win this, and places his hands on Egon's hips.
His hands slide around the waistband, ready for any number of trouser components. Feeling little else but pockets, his hands come to the front of his pants. He pulls the button apart with ease, then... finds no more buttons. No laces, no clasps. His fingers run along the teeth of the zipper, his cheeks reddening slightly. How casually he just touched another man's crotch-]
Pardon my clumsiness, I haven't felt anything like this before... How do these come apart?
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His hands slide around the waistband, ready for any number of trouser components. Feeling little else but pockets, his hands come to the front of his pants. He pulls the button apart with ease, then... finds no more buttons. No laces, no clasps. His fingers run along the teeth of the zipper, his cheeks reddening slightly. How casually he just touched another man's crotch-]
Pardon my clumsiness, I haven't felt anything like this before... How do these come apart?