[ He'd be entirely the wrong person to ask. A corner of his mind recognizes that this is probably the wrong time of day for this kind of horseplay, but the teenage, stupidly-in-love rest of him deems it more than fine. He murmurs between kisses, a little breathless. ]
I'm starting to think I'm distracting you from your rest.
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I'm starting to think I'm distracting you from your rest.