'Do I look like I'm complaining? If you hadn't suggested it, I would have.'

He's laughing, looking out of the window over the sea where the sun is just starting to rise above the water. It's going to be a long day, but a great one.

'How about you go make us a really good breakfast so I'll have lots of energy. I'll make coffee and fuck you over the counter, then we can come back to bed so I can make you sit on my face.'

Crude, perhaps. But he wants it, all of it, far too much to dress it up.