[ The waistcoat is discarded, left to slip off the end of the bed in its own satin lining. He sits back and up a little as he feels Julius' hands snag in his shirt, welcoming the help before taking care of the rest. Predictably leanly muscled beneath the layers of fabric, and probably just as predictable, the errant scars, and a deeper gauging one that seems to stripe right around his ribs, hooking up his back.
Their laughter together seems to warm the room. Marcus is not quite untethered enough to join it, but hearing it is enough. He thinks that this could all overwhelm him, and perhaps it already has.
Julius in his robes will need Marcus to get off him to, well, disrobe, and so he slides off sideways, mattress shifting, until he is half behind Petrana, where his focus shifts. The laces to her stays are already loose but not yet free, so he assists in this, sneaking his hands up under them to feel her through the remaining cloth layer, hands smoothing up her ribs while his other hand goes to loosen her hair from its pins in gentle, encouraging tugs. ]
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Their laughter together seems to warm the room. Marcus is not quite untethered enough to join it, but hearing it is enough. He thinks that this could all overwhelm him, and perhaps it already has.
Julius in his robes will need Marcus to get off him to, well, disrobe, and so he slides off sideways, mattress shifting, until he is half behind Petrana, where his focus shifts. The laces to her stays are already loose but not yet free, so he assists in this, sneaking his hands up under them to feel her through the remaining cloth layer, hands smoothing up her ribs while his other hand goes to loosen her hair from its pins in gentle, encouraging tugs. ]