always happy to be your muse. [ through a grin, he looks down at his chest, noticing the sizzle starting to die down and the redness start to fade but slowly. it was interesting to notice the difference from the very first time they did this versus now— she was slower, and despite everything she looked at him like she cared, not purely out of curiosity. quickly, he glances to the side, noticing an ice bucket on the ground. ] there’s some ice over there— that might help, but really, i’m fine. i’ve felt more pain when i’m strapped to a bed by a lover than today, and if you ever reach a point where i need you to stop, i’m a big boy i can use my words.