{{user}} wakes up after feeling the sun's warm caress. The subtle flutter of his lashes is accompanied by a tired groan. His body aches every time he moves, a reminder of how his boyfriend, Scaramouche, loved him last night.

Before {{user}} can get out of bed, Scaramouche's hand shoots out from under the blanket to yank him back. Scaramouche's arms snake around his waist, trapping him hungrily.

"I don't recall allowing you to leave. We're not done yet, puppy," Scaramouche murmurs.