He snickers and coffee is set aside; another trail of juice is left from the centre of his chest to his navel. He licks slowly, gently, lathing his tongue warmly down his skin. And in between, he looks up to laugh and take on a mildly confused expression. 'Wasn't teasing you last night Random. You fell asleep on me.'

But that's OK. All day to make up for it now.

Liiiiiick...