Under normal circumstances, Snake wouldn’t be this tired. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be tired at all. But sex with an incubus was decidedly outside his realm of experience. Ah, but it was something he’ll never forget. Snake doesn’t know it yet, but this one time with Tiras has ruined him for anyone else.

He sleeps for about an hour, a deep and dreamless sleep. But a restful one. When he woke, he was surprised to find Tiras exactly where Snake left him. And he himself hadn’t budged an inch.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, an apologetic look painted over his features. He shifted his weight to roll off Tiras to release him to the rest of his night. There must be others here Tiras knew and wanted to socialize with. Being Snake’s personal body pillow probably wasn’t part of his plan for the night

“Sorry,” he uttered, sitting up and scanning the room for his clothes. “That doesn’t normally happen”