Arran chuckled, wrapping an arm around Chloe so she could cuddle against him, their bodies warm together, and Chloe's skin soft where it brushed against his. "No, you'll just encourage him to want to lick more, so he can practice," Arran pointed out. Granted, he would probably practice more on Bole, but Arran preferred not to risk getting licked more often on these quidditch nights out. "You're the only person who should lick me," he said, as Chloe's tongue ran over his arm. "It's hot when you do it." It would be more hot if Arran didn't suddenly feel so sleepy, his body satisfied and content.
Pressing a kiss against Chloe's lips, Arran turned more into her touch, eyes closing. "Thank you for rescuing me," he said. "And letting me lick you." It had been a good night, both the reunion and the sex with Chloe. "I'm going to go to sleep now," he announced. Tomorrow he had to work, and would probably need that pain potion before he could get out of the house. Right now, though, he felt good, and a lot of that was thanks to Chloe, so he kissed her again. "Coming home to you is much nicer than coming home alone."