Alex was surprised by the other man moving to cup his face. His eyes were heavy with sleep and need and as wide as can be as he looked up into the other’s pools of blue. That kiss had him weak in this knees. So much so that his hands went to grip Andreas’ sides, low by his hips.<br/><br/>A thought danced through his mind. He wanted to slide his hands into that robe, slowly push it off his shoulders, and watch it flutter to the floor. He began to ache with desire to see Andreas just as naked.<br/><br/>His mind bounced back to the underwear. Alex just didn’t know enough about reading people to know if it was sincere or if Andreas was just saying that to make him feel better. His eyes averted as he whispered, “You don’t... do you?”<br/><br/>Alex was wondered what Andreas would think if he wore a skirt...