[ jesse already knew where this had to go. the layers of clothing hung heavy off his frame, dripping on the floor. it wasn't great for the leather, but the chill and the damp weren't much better for the body.
... but not half as bad as rough hands yanking on his belt buckle.
fuck. he was not even close to sober enough for this right now.
he sputtered for a second, sluggishly batting at genji's hands with less than stellar precision. the towel dropped to the floor, the cowboy too concerned with preserving his non-existent dignity. ]
H-Hey!
[ he should have said he could do it himself, as he'd managed every other drunken evening. or so he told himself. it'd be a lie to say he always succeeded, and didn't just pass out half-dressed. ]
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... but not half as bad as rough hands yanking on his belt buckle.
fuck. he was not even close to sober enough for this right now.
he sputtered for a second, sluggishly batting at genji's hands with less than stellar precision. the towel dropped to the floor, the cowboy too concerned with preserving his non-existent dignity. ]
H-Hey!
[ he should have said he could do it himself, as he'd managed every other drunken evening. or so he told himself. it'd be a lie to say he always succeeded, and didn't just pass out half-dressed. ]
Jesus, Genji-