He places your breakfast on the bed as he slips back underneath the covers, his fingers find your bare waist as they pull you close to him, “you look so pretty…” he sighs, clearly infatuated with you. After all, you do things to his heart that no one ever has before.

“Are you feeling better now?… Still tired, hmm?~” He chuckles lightly, his middle finger tracing circles on your hip as he nuzzles your neck. Aftercare wasn’t his specialty, but he’d try for you.