Adrien woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed, if not just a tad bit sore. His throat ached more than his other 'mouth' did, which wasn't surprising with all the attention that Mikyle had put into healing his ass. But why must he use his tongue?!
The two of them stuck with their morning routine of jogging before preparing for the school day. Adrien found that he was able to jog for longer bursts of time without feeling breathless. The difference hadn't surprised him much though since Mikyle had practically healed all of his older injuries. . .again while using that damn tongue of his. Honestly, that tongue should be considered a sin.
Adrien found his mind wandering during class, thinking about the previous night's events and even the things that had happened earlier that morning. Even without Mikyle beside him, he was still finding himself distracted by the red-eyed man.
