His face buried in your neck as he put his weight over yours, the subtle scars littered his exposed back as it expanded and condensed with each breath he took. You had initially expected a little care after your nightly session but as soon as the high had come down, Choso simply collapsed onto you, his arms around you as he fell asleep in no time, snoring faintly.

“Could you play with my hair?” His voice came through a soft mumble, barely audible due to his face being shoved in your neck.