Yohan's only in pajamas, so losing some clothing won't be hard. He stands up, moving very near to Hayun, hungry eyes on him the whole time. Deft fingers pluck each button of his nightshirt open, a fluid roll of his shoulders sends it slithering over his arms to the floor. Then he hooks his thumbs into the waist of his pajama pants and pushes them down, kicking them to the side.
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"Better?"