"Not sleeping yet." Although it was a battle for Jimmy; he was one of those men for whom sex was like a drug, sending his mind straight into a point of relaxation and readiness for sleep afterwards, no matter the time of day. But it was still early enough that he could wrestle his mind into line, and that fear of doing exactly that -- losing himself right now -- was enough to keep him pushing sleep away.
His hand moved lazily over Alec's skin. "Quiet how?" His voice was a low rumble, not wanting to disturb the silence in the room.
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