He has to move his arms momentarily as well, and his fingers slip further down her back--it's all right with him, the bra can stay for now. He thinks it's kind of cute. What is she, shy? But playing so fiercely at dominance--she really is full of strange surprises.

It'll suffice. There's a lot more skin to touch now, to kiss--he breaks away from her to do just that, running his tongue along her collarbone before ending with simple, light kisses at her shoulders. He loves her skin; it's like porcelain, but smells of trees and earth (and he can't help but wonder how it tastes...).

He sighs quietly, contentedly, before he leans away from her. Not because he's finished--far from that--but just so that he can reach for the hem and peel off his own shirt, not minding that the sleeves will be inside-out later. It lands somewhere near Euri's and is soon likewise forgotten; he's preoccupied with wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him, chest rising with the sensation of skin on skin, of the tightness (the aching) being drained from his body. Like a tightly-wound wire that's finally been loosened.

Ahah... He can really start to enjoy himself, now.