Ah Dear Lord... He hadn't realized how much the sight of Gregory, mussed and kiss-bruised, in only his underpants would do to him. As it stood he felt like he was going to either jump the man before they got to the bed or in fact stammer here like he was sixteen again and first discovering his libido.

Then Gregory's hands were on him, sliding down his chest and to the waistband of his own boxer briefs and he could actually feel the almost yearning twinge under there. Dark eyes on his and all he could do was nod before he pressed his mouth over Gregory's again, then fingers into his hair, down his body to tug those underpants off him in turn.

"Naked is. The acceptable. State of being right now."