“You should never worry about that,” he whispers, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of Wylan’s ear. “I can always work with eager, darling.”

He slides skilled fingers under the hem of the other boy’s shirt, pushing the offending material out of the way. “Honestly, this has to go.” He grins and tugs the shirt easily over Wylan’s head, and he doesn’t pay attention to where it drops.

“You won’t be too terribly offended if I objectify you, just a teensy bit, will you?” He asks, his fingers of one hand pinched together closely before both hands skim every freshly revealed inch of skin he can reach.