If Zach didn't know better, he would think the priest is doing this on purpose, he thinks wryly as he can't quite help himself from peering at the priest through the cracked-open door. Surely no once can be as oblivious as to [i]stretch as they undress themselves[/i], even wriggling their his a little as they shed the underwear, coyly turned away [i]just enough[/i] so Zach has to keep guessing rahter than-

He stops his train of thought there and turns away with an effort, aware that none of this was helping his state of mind any. He should have been paying more attention the past weeks, should have visited some of the sexually repressed clergy in their dreams so he wouldn't have ended up hungry and sharing a room with his long-term mark. He can't afford to make any mistakes with this one- can't afford to push him too much too soon, so he's going to have to take it easy and stop projecting his preferred motives on Kiel. 

By the time the priest calls for him to come in, he's back into his role, moving just slowly enough to hint at the posibility of discomfort that Kiel is reminded of the trust Zach is showing him right now. Trust is what he seems to crave, after all, and Zach needs him to be invested enough in the outcome ofthe night that he won't consider sneaking out to sleep on the floor after all.

"Outside please,"  he says with a smile, happy to know that sneaking out will be even more difficult for him like that. Plus, it's the choice that makes sense as the inside would leave him trapped against the wall. As Kiel was now, he deliberately does not dwell on, just as he dosn't dewll on the way the soft illumination brings out the priest's eyes and how well those eyes would be suited for a more heated look. He doesn not care that patience is a virtue, but he does care that it is a necessary tactic in his line of work.

[i]'Let him take the lead,'[/i] he reminds himself once again as he waits for the other to slip into the bed before settling in himself. He's probably imagining most of the heat beaming off the body next to him, but he's defenitely not imagineing how there is no room for them to lie anything but pressed together. It takes him a bit of wriggling around to settle down, but eventually he ends up with his face turned to the side of the bed, the priest a warm presence against his back.