[There was a time when Fabien had no more care for his sexual partners as anything more than another in a long line of warm bodies. It was rare, back then, that he even stuck around - or let them stay - long enough to fall asleep. He wouldn't have considered himself heartless or cruel, but in comparison to the man he was now, he'd definitely been loveless. He's learnt the value of intimacy and care since then, learnt that pleasure isn't sacrificed for them, learnt that just sleeping with someone could be just as enjoyable as sex.
It's time with Eros that's given him these things, and if there's anyone presence in his bed that Fabien recognises, it's the god's. It's too familiar to wake him completely, though, and the most he does for a little while is slide his palm up along Eros' arm, settle with his hand warm on top of the god's against his chest. Sleepiness makes his accent thicker than usual when he does finally manage to summon some words, muffled into the pillow.]
Havin' trouble sleepin'?
[He knows it's probably the least likely of the many reasons Eros would climb into his bed, but he still asks, tries to be a good minder and take care of Eros where he can.]
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It's time with Eros that's given him these things, and if there's anyone presence in his bed that Fabien recognises, it's the god's. It's too familiar to wake him completely, though, and the most he does for a little while is slide his palm up along Eros' arm, settle with his hand warm on top of the god's against his chest. Sleepiness makes his accent thicker than usual when he does finally manage to summon some words, muffled into the pillow.]
Havin' trouble sleepin'?
[He knows it's probably the least likely of the many reasons Eros would climb into his bed, but he still asks, tries to be a good minder and take care of Eros where he can.]