Osy carried Kon into the room, and gently placed him on the bed. As he had already wiped their bodies dry, he covered Kon's naked body with a blanket and stood to leave.
"Where are you going to?" Kon sat up on the bed.
"I have a meeting in an hour. I need to get ready before then. Most—"
"For God's sake, Osy, it's Sunday! Why will you set a meeting on a day we agreed to spend together?" Kon scowled at him.
"My apologies, Kon. It came unexpectedly. I need—"
"Then, offer a sincere apology." Kon folded his arms and huffed. "I'm not taking such a half arse apology."
Osy sighed. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," Kon said without an ounce of shame. "It all depends on how good you are, Osy. If you don't do it well, then, I won't accept the apology."
Osy's eyes darkened. "Kon—"
"What? Don't you want to do it?" Kon glared. "If you don't want to do it, I won't force you. Just so you know, I won't accept any half arse apology."
