*his lips part into a inviting smile and for a brief moment, he contemplates his situation. He wants to be rational. He wants to fight through his raging arousal so that he can think clearly. But looking into those beautiful blue eyes, he's already lost. He puts the instrument case down with a solid clunk and moves back a half-step. With his face burning, hot with excitement and anticipation, he reaches forward and slides his hand lightly over Herman's flank, right above where his shirt is tucked into his slacks. He curls his fingers slightly. He breathes a long sigh and his eyes are soft when he looks up again*
no subject
Then I want trouble...
*he says very softly, and pulls Herman closer*