Nyx nipped at his neck, then moved away and stood up again. It didn't take long to shed the rest of his clothes, kicking them aside and leaving them in a heap by the bed.
"Naked enough for you?" he grinned, before climbing back onto his lap.
"Maybe that's the part that's unexpected," House chuckled, and squeezed Nyx a little from where his arm was around him. "And no, no regrets. I will live off of this for a while."
Part of House wanted to ask what happened now, but honestly he didn't entirely care. Plus the Vicodin was kicking in and the ache in his leg was subsiding, which meant he might be able to actually sleep. "Don't hog the blankets," he mumbled as he closed his eyes.
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Nyx hummed contently, yawning a little and closing his eyes as he got comfortable.
"No regrets," he agreed.
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Nyx only laughed, a soft sound that was nearly lost against the other man's shoulder as he settled in and let sleep drag him away.