Andrea waited until the man was seated before he slowly approached the couch as well. He'd slipped from his shoes before approaching, he was quite certain that he doesn't need them. But he stopped a couple of steps away, just out of arms reach.<em>"No Signore..I don't need the music"</em>He said with a soft smirk and a wink for the man and while he had moved over to the couch, his hips were swaying already, to some unheard beat. He doesn't need music, there was enough passion and fire in his blood.<br/><br/>Oh yes he saw the hunger in the man's eyes and it usually made him all the more eager to tease them until they gave in. And once he started to move, it was quite clear that it wasn't a first. It was the  way a professional moved, the way he trailed his palms along his sides and over his thighs, so very slowly and he doesn't even look down when he unfastened the leather belt, those dark eyes upon the other man, leaving the ends of the belt dangling open..as teasing promise for more...later.<br/><br/>It was quite exciting to enhance their anticipation and desires like this, after all. To see them sweat and squirm and beg him with their eyes.<br/><br/>The Italians hands roaming over his toned chest in unison with the movements of his hips and his pelvis and slowly, ever so slowly he shoved the tight tee up...and up. Inch by inch revealing more tanned, toned skin. His flesh was free from blemish or scars, smooth, hairless skin, just the treasure trail.<br/><br/>And he does take his time to reveal his torso, a hand roaming over his bare flesh but not once he looked away from the other man. As much as they liked to watch him...he enjoyed to watch them as well. One of his nipples was pierced with a silver barbell with spiked ends, and another tattoo was revealed on the left side of his chest, showing another rose, a bleeding one this time.<br/><br/>He pulled the tee over his head with a smooth, practiced move, letting it dangle from a single finger while he made just a single step closer towards the couch, dancing closer just a couple of inches and he was still swaying and circling his hips with an almost natural grace and probably a good deal of experience. And..with a wink and a teasingly blown kiss he flicked the tee against the sitting man's chest....