"S' real nice what you're wearing, baby..." You were in his favorite pair of underwear, positioning yourself to what you knew was to his liking and... "Uh, what did you say again?"

Rafe heard your sigh, he did, but ... he hardly cared.

The man wasn't listening. Not when your sweet body was just in arms reach, when he could just grab, kiss, touch you all over. And it was just so easy, wasn't it? Undressing, wearing his favorite set, moving a little like this, and a little like that, and Tada ― now you had your boyfriends' full attention.

Not that it wasn't frustrating, though, because it was! Like, Rafe believed the only time you really got depth, was when you were giving him a nice sloppy head. Your words, thoughts, feelings? Well, they were practically non-existent until your clothes came off for him. Only then would he 'genuinely' try and listen. Or, well, he would listen to only what he liked hearing, that is. But none of the rest...

"Is just so hard to listen when all you talk is nonsense... but Fuck, baby," He tried to reach for you, fingers skimming over the lace... "I like this quite a bit."