[looks up at him with his face smushed into pillow and thinks for a moment he should probably say something, you know. something to let him know he's not just in it for the blowjobs and whatever, but he's too tired for a heart to heart and doesn't really think he'd be up for it even if he wasn't. so he settles]
Sorry 'bout bein an ass.
[and probably still will be but. it's the thought that counts. his voice is sleep-thick and he makes to move his hand towards him but flops halfway there on the bedspread, fingers catching tiredly on the seam down the leg of his pants]
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Sorry 'bout bein an ass.
[and probably still will be but. it's the thought that counts. his voice is sleep-thick and he makes to move his hand towards him but flops halfway there on the bedspread, fingers catching tiredly on the seam down the leg of his pants]