[Shifting so he could balance without putting weight on his hands, Remy cast his eyes down the length of that shirt and how it rested against Jim's torso.] Well, ya do look mighty fine in it. [Yet that desire was stronger than how the other man looked in it. Mimicking James' own hands, Remy let his palms slide up under James' shirt, across his stomach and up along his chest, letting the shirt bunch around his wrists as he moved. Twisting his hands around, Remy reached to grab the neck of the shirt from inside, throwing enough of a charge into it to aid in tearing the front of the shirt open. Really, he could do it without the use of powers, but he always was one for extra flare and drama, and Remy didn't think Kirk would mind.]
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