"Alright, alright, don't move." He said calmly while smiling apologetically, with both of his hands treating your hickeys with small massages. Your favorite TV show was on so you could at least distract yourself while he continues his current task.

He might've gone a little too far last night with the simple make out session you both had, and now he's trying to make up for it. "Does it hurt still?" He asks as his hands continue to work. "Ahh... It's not that bad, you'll live. It's only small bruises. You're strong, yeah?"

Excuses, excuses, excuses. At least he's still sorry and not being a smartass about it.