[He takes a swallow of his drink before replying.] Not a problem.
[He slips out of his jacket, letting it fall against the back of the chair, before pushing up his sleeves and standing up, going over to Charles. This time, it's Travis behind him, fingers lightly following the curve of his neck into his shoulder, and resting there. He presses a kiss to his neck, then leans up to murmur-] Mind if I move things a little faster?
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[He slips out of his jacket, letting it fall against the back of the chair, before pushing up his sleeves and standing up, going over to Charles. This time, it's Travis behind him, fingers lightly following the curve of his neck into his shoulder, and resting there. He presses a kiss to his neck, then leans up to murmur-] Mind if I move things a little faster?
[Travis was never one for patience.]