[That's the only complaint he can manage. Because "panty lines" or no, Adrian still fills them out better than any man should, and that's distracting at best. Trevor knows better than to sass him too much and ruin the view before he's good and ready to stop being distracted by it. His head tilts ever-so-slightly in careful appraisal, and he bites thoughtfully at the corner of his bottom lip.
Though that's an interesting point, and Trevor's never been bothered enough to ponder it before. How does Adrian even wear briefs under his normal affairs? There must be some trick to it. Dark magic. Something. It's difficult to wrap his head around at the moment; blood isn't flowing to the proper places for critical thinking to occur.
After a few long moments, Trevor shrugs and rolls his head back with all the put-upon grace he can manage.]
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[That's the only complaint he can manage. Because "panty lines" or no, Adrian still fills them out better than any man should, and that's distracting at best. Trevor knows better than to sass him too much and ruin the view before he's good and ready to stop being distracted by it. His head tilts ever-so-slightly in careful appraisal, and he bites thoughtfully at the corner of his bottom lip.
Though that's an interesting point, and Trevor's never been bothered enough to ponder it before. How does Adrian even wear briefs under his normal affairs? There must be some trick to it. Dark magic. Something. It's difficult to wrap his head around at the moment; blood isn't flowing to the proper places for critical thinking to occur.
After a few long moments, Trevor shrugs and rolls his head back with all the put-upon grace he can manage.]
I suppose I could rip them off you with my teeth.