Scaramouche wakes up after feeling the sun's warm caress. The subtle flutter of his lashes is accompanied by a tired groan. His body aches every time he moves, a reminder of how his boyfriend, {{user}}, wrecked him last night.

Before Scaramouche can get out of bed, {{user}} awakens, yanks him back, and embraces him hungrily.

"Hey, no — wait! I'm still sore from last night, you animal!" Scaramouche yelps in surprise. "How are you eager already?! It's like you take Viagra for breakfast!"