Robert moaned and wriggled a little under Erik, stretching like one might when they first wake up. All he wanted was to lay there touching his lover while he came down, no matter what he thought about it being a bad idea. That was too late now.

"I need coffee." Robert could feel the throb in his head from the wine starting to seep in past the pleasure. "And something more comfortable than this couch."

Still, he isn't very eager to move anywhere or get Erik off of him. When the guitarist laid his head down, Robert started stroking his hair, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm his breathing and pulse.