#me: fuckin writes him getting undressed right from his jacket to his undies

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that one song about taking your clothes off ‘cause it’s hot

          he hadn’t noticed he’d left the door slightly ajar,  &  the music playing through the speakers masked any sounds of mercury stopping outside the door to peek in while he changed.

          neptune started with his jacket - unzipping it  &  hooking it over the backrest of the chair in the corner of the room.  then he loosened his tie, undoing the knot  &  slipping it from around his neck, before throwing it over to his jacket, humming along with the tune of the song as he did so.  hands clad in fingerless gloves then moved up to start unbuttoning his shirt, hips beginning to sway with the music, albeit slightly out of time.

          by this point, neptune was fully singing along with the words.  his hips may have been out of time, but he hit every note perfectly, dark brows pinching slightly in the centre as he hit the higher notes.

          tawny skin was exposed as the crisp white shirt slid from his torso,  &  neptune let it hang in the grip of his hands for a little longer as he circled his hips, now starting to match the beat of the song as he got lost in the music.  the mistrali folded the shirt, still singing as he made his way over to the chest of drawers  &  placed the shirt in its designated drawer with his others, kicking his socks off as he went.

          making his way back to the centre of the room, his hands went to his belt  &  unbuckled it, hips resuming their swaying as he pulled it free from the belt loops of his skinny jeans, discarding it at the end of the bed.  once he’d shimmied out of his jeans, he folded them  &  set them down on the end of the bed.  neptune stretched his arms up - forgetting about his gloves -  &  let out a groan as his back popped pleasantly.  it wasn’t until he turned around to face the door, only in his boxers, that he saw mercury standing there.

          he blinked a few times.   ‘ … how – how long have you been standing there ? ’   neptune asked, a deep shade of rouge blooming across tanned cheeks, deep blue hues sliding to the side.