That smile just spread, "Yes, please." The hand that wasn't still threaded through Charles' hair dipped to slide his fingers up under the hem of Charles' shirt in turn, tugging gently at the hem of it, "Yours too, though. I'd... well, I'd quite like to see the whole of you."

He didn't think he would ever get tired of looking at Charles, but there was something more to it, now, something he couldn't place any more than he could pin down the warm anticipation starting to coil in the pit of his stomach, familiar as ever, but different in a way he couldn't quantify.