[ Edward's eyes glance to the side, ensuring no patrons or workers are glancing back their way. The dressing room curtain is tugged shut, just in case, and then Edward is pushing back until he manages to get Tim pressed against the stall wall, just to show he has a little fight in him.]
Get dressed, mate. [He purrs in a low voice, leaning close, his fingertip snapping at the waistband of Tim's underwear.] Leave these on.
[Yeah, so... pirates don't pay for lacey underthings, apparently. Ed immediately eases off, gathering his trousers, but keeping eye contact.]
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Get dressed, mate. [He purrs in a low voice, leaning close, his fingertip snapping at the waistband of Tim's underwear.] Leave these on.
[Yeah, so... pirates don't pay for lacey underthings, apparently. Ed immediately eases off, gathering his trousers, but keeping eye contact.]