Ezra woke with his throat feeling sore and a throbbing pain in his lower back. He was quite clean, not how he remembered falling asleep a few hours ago. He looked around and Arthur was nowhere to be found.
'Arthur is a monster,' he thought. He was the prey and Arthur was the predator, he couldn't even beg him to stop. He blushed at the memory of the last night. 'Oh God,' he thought bending down to cover his face.
He soon regretted this because the throbbing pain turned to a sharp sting. "Argh." That hurts a lot Arthur came in holding a tray with a bowl of soup, some pain relievers, and water. He was also shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of trousers.
He dropped the tray next to where Ezra sat and gently brushed the hair on his face to the side. "Are you alright?" he asked.
