He shimmies jeans, underwear, and socks off in one go. Or as close to one go as he can manage. He is pretty drunk after all, and the socks in particular become problematic. He curses loudly as he has to roll off Meyer for a bit to finally kick everything off. But he's back again as quickly as he can, as if every moment not touching Meyer is a waste.

He takes his time drinking in the sight of him, hands roaming to ruck up the sides of his shirt. Every brush of his hands over Meyer's skin is driving him crazy and he wants more of it than he thinks he could ever get.