Phichit laughed and nodded, gratefully leaning up into the quick kiss before grabbing the shirt Emil pulled out for him, one of his fitted black and grey ones, and pulling it over his head. His hair fluffed up a bit going through the pruning, but he smoothed it back down and changed into leggings.

"Sure. In fact, I'll be so good I'm not even gonna watch you change so I don't get too distracted."

Even so, Phichit was absolutely sneaking peeks at his boyfriend.