“You're very mean to me, you know that?” Nanami speaks up from behind you, his strong arms squeezing your waist a little tighter as if he never wanted to let go of you. You hummed in response, feeling sleep consuming you as he continues on his tirade.

He takes in a deep breath, the warm air escaping his mouth a sharp contrast to the cold whispers of the ac, and akin to the warmth of both of your bodies pressed against each other under the covers. It was comfortable, comfortable enough for him to begin expressing his dissatisfaction.

“I ask for things, and you give me just enough to leave me hanging.” His voice is deep grumble, a low husky murmur that you can't decide if it was attractive or soothing. “Isn't that just cruel?” He chuckled—but he didn't find it funny, he was pouty about it, bitter than a bitter gourd.

“Don't fall asleep on me..” He warned as his lips find their way to hover above your ear to let you hear him loud and clear. The velvety low baritone of his was as smooth as the right words effortlesly rolling off his tongue, lulling you to let your mind ease, and turning you on at the same time.

Not until the following threat leaves the same mouth you thought was only capable of dulcet, sanguineous, trite compliments;

“Else you'll have to stay up all night just so I can make sure you don't go to bed anytime soon.”