[There's a low whine when he pulls away but it stills in the back of his throat and is replaced by a moan as more kisses are finally given to fulfill that need for contact. His hands scramble against his armor to help with the effort to get rid of his armor until there was nothing left save for his bodysuit and boots. He relishes in th freedom before too distracted by Liam coming in close.
no subject
He nods towards his desk, panting.]
Bottom drawer. Left side.