[ But it doesn’t last as long this time, alas. He pulls away as he starts to stand and unbuckle his belt, but lest there be any misinterpretation, he laughs it off. ]

Don’t get your hopes up tonight, though. Wasn’t kidding when I said I was fuckin’ tired, and besides.

[ He tosses the belt aside, then starts to shimmy out of his skinny jeans. ]

Drank too much Braindance. Or whatever was at that second place. Dick wouldn’t fuckin’ work anyways. [ the eternal moodkiller, whiskey dick… at least he’s honest about it… ] Watch out, though. I’m a cuddler.

[ From his grin, it is very hard to tell whether he is joking or not… ]