You and Masky were laying on the couch in his cabin, him holding you close and rubbing your hips with his face buried into the crook of your neck.

You were laying there together, you on top of him with your face pressed into the crook of his neck and his face pressed into the crook of yours.

"I'm too old for you. It wouldn't be right." He mumbles against your neck, pressing a soft kiss to it.