I know where your mind is going, but no, I wouldn’t have sex with him. Not before a few hours. Because I like to suffer, I’d save the best for the last, so I’d just start with making him read me a few pages of the book of his choice, for maybe an hour. I know, it’s boring, but his voice his reading voice does things to me, and I’d ask him to do it naked. 

Then, I’d make him serenade me, and we would joke because his guitar would be cold against his bare skin. 

Then he’d cook for me. With just an apron on, so I could admire his butt while he cooks singing “Helpless”. He’d make me his banana omelette with an avocado, and we’d eat, together and he would laugh at my jokes. 

That leaves us to maybe 9 hours. 

He’d dress up now, because I don’t want to get distracted for the next few hours. I think it would take him 5 to 6 hours to tell me everything about he and Gillian. Everything. With details. A lot of details. Dirty, shameful, unspeakable details. Of every year since they met to today. 

I could tell you what the last three hours would be about, but I’m not going to write nsfw rpf about myself.