Alan makes a protesting noise when Loki pulls him up by his hair, staggering to his feet. He doesn't object, though, even though he glares at Loki while he starts to undo the belt nipping in the robe.
The thing is skimpy. Once the belt is undone, it's really only held on him by one shoulder. Alan reaches up to undo the pins holding the robe there and hesitates, finding himself momentarily nervous. The robe isn't much, but it's some kind of protection against -- what?
Shame. Vulnerability. His own want. Things you get thrown out of Eden for.
Biting his lip, he unpins the robe; lets it drop around his feet, and stands there naked, cheeks going hot. He's on the slim side, small compared to Loki's height, and his hands fall to his sides as the robe falls away. They flex there, uncertainly. A scattering of hair dusts his chest, lighter than his head, or the curls between his legs where his cock is rising, embarrassingly hard.
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The thing is skimpy. Once the belt is undone, it's really only held on him by one shoulder. Alan reaches up to undo the pins holding the robe there and hesitates, finding himself momentarily nervous. The robe isn't much, but it's some kind of protection against -- what?
Shame. Vulnerability. His own want. Things you get thrown out of Eden for.
Biting his lip, he unpins the robe; lets it drop around his feet, and stands there naked, cheeks going hot. He's on the slim side, small compared to Loki's height, and his hands fall to his sides as the robe falls away. They flex there, uncertainly. A scattering of hair dusts his chest, lighter than his head, or the curls between his legs where his cock is rising, embarrassingly hard.