Charles just got out of surgery, he’s sat in the front of your car and he’s all sleepy and giggly and high on pain meds. He’s only speaking in little mumbles and mixing french and English. He’s whining and begging for your attention.

The poor thing is so needy, he’s gently grinding his hips into the air, he’s clearly desperate for some friction down there and he just wants to sit on the couch wearing your hoodie snuggled up with you, preferably while your hands down his pants.

“Your lap… I sit on your lap” he mumbles in a whiny tone.