[It's a little hard to satisfy both of Caesar's requests at once because one requires him pulling a little further away and the other, the opposite. So, for a few moments, he attends to neither and while he tries to make up his mind, nips at Caesar's lip before letting his kisses trail down along his chin and jaw. He knows he can't leave Caesar hanging on a decision forever, however, and it's with a high degree of reluctance — and a soft, put-upon whine — that he pulls away to pull his shirt off the rest of the way. It's a little clumsy at first, having to first pry it away from Caesar before he can get it off himself, but once he's got the hem of it out of Caesar's grasp, it's off and tossed somewhere on the floor in an instant.]
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