You were laying in bed together: both in your pajamas. His just consisted of pajama pants though, and he had no shirt on.

He was on his phone, playing some game as you lay next to him.

You always loved his muscles, how big they were, especially his biceps, covered in his irezumi tattoos.

Bored as he wasn't paying you much attention, you reach up, gently biting his bicep.

He chuckles “Like my muscles, baby?„