*whimpersand arches back and forth, rather uncertain of which way to turn. Groans loudly at fedora's grinding against his backside, blushing furiously and whimpering meekly at the bites delivered to his lips which part yet wider as his hips rock slightly against the teasingly slow stroke*<br/><br/>Mmn...I agree... Clothes are... Annoying...<br/><br/>*Gasps loudly as his clothing is 'accidentally' ripped and writhes somewhat between the pair, trying to relieve himself of them*