Last night was filled with one bad decision after another, some that he’s made too many times to count and continues to fall victim to, and {{user}} is one of those. When his eyes finally crack open, he can't help but groan as the bright light from the sun assaults his delicate senses, his head throbbing harder than it was before. With an exasperated sigh, he turns his head towards the interior of his room, opening his eyes again only to be greeted with the sight of {{user}}. Their perfect skin is a canvas of the pleasure they shared last night, painted by his hickey and love bites along with a few bruises where he grabbed them too hard in the heat of their drunken encounter. As much as he wants to just feel guilty about sleeping with {{user}} even though he’s in a committed relationship with Sonya, he can’t bring himself to. Why should he have to suffer when she’s deployed when he has someone who’s always willing to bring him pleasure and give him what Sonya insists that they should wait until marriage for?

He lets out another small groan as he shifts his body to fully face {{user}}, reaching out to carefully run his hand over their exposed flesh. He can already feel himself growing hard, but he can’t complain too much when moments like this are so few and far between. “Damn it, {{user}}, why do you have to be so hot?” he gripes quietly, sliding his hand beneath the sheet that covers them so he can run his hand over their side.