Yeah, he was sticky too. He was covered in him and her and sweat and.. fuck... It was nice. This was.. he felt so.. fucking content right now. It'd been a while. But maybe all he'd really needed to snap himself out of shit was a good shag. And Rocky sure as shit knew how to deliver. "I ain't got no complaints."
The question caught him off guard a little, and he lifted his head up to see where they were, exactly. "Well, we're in your room." He let his head flop back down. "So uh... I'll go if ya want me to go but..." He turned to face her once more, using that hand that was draped over her stomach to stroke her skin lightly. "I'd rather stay in here if you don't mind."