Luther doesn't exactly stop-- his shirt off and hitting the floor, his jeans easing down his hips-- but his breath catches and he smiles, a little shyly.

Magnificent.

"You think so, huh?"

Then he does stop undressing just long enough to catch Alexsandr's face in both hand and kiss him with an eager, open mouth. He manages to keep at it while he shimmies off the jeans, cock springing up against the grey fabrics of his brief. His hands go to the hem of Alexsandr's shirt, tugging. "I want to see you too," he tells Alexsandr, eyes dark and cheeks a little red.