There is a little gasp that falls out of Barnaby's lips when Kotetsu slides the shirt clean off of him, the static tingling across his shoulders in the dry air of the bedroom. He isn't afraid of being naked in front of Kotetsu, or anyone else, but he'd been wearing so little to begin with when they'd crawled into bed early that very morning, losing just one article doesn't leave much left besides his underwear. Kotetsu isn't wearing much more.

Barnaby still doesn't like the idea that Kotetsu is wearing more.

"Are you sure it's okay to be 'Bunny' this and 'Bunny' that when we're like this?"

He slides up on the bed, threading a bare thigh between Kotetsu's longer legs and pressing it between his legs experimentally, feeling for an arousal. He finds it, not fully hard, but throbbing softly against him.

"Take your shirt off," he says, reaching for Kotetsu's underwear and plucking at the waistband. He gets a grip on it, manicured nails dragging lightly over the rich color of his skin, and drags them down, expression paused in curiosity, brows and mouth expectant.