Being kissed so casually threw Angel off, he had never had a steady boyfriend so it was a little odd as his fingers slowly traced his bottom lip. With his face a scarlet red he blankly stared up at the man. "Oh," He murmured, still confused about why he wasn't woken up as a shirt was thrown at his face. He waited for boxers that never came, and shorts that never came his way. Glancing down at the large shirt he pulled his bottom lip between his two teeth before pulling it over his head. Should he ask for something for bottoms? The shirt seemed long enough at least, so he decided he would hang free for a little bit while his clothes got cleaned.<br/><br/>"Thanks, we don't have a washer," The laundry mat was close to his apartment so it wasn't too difficult to bring all his clothes there everyone once and a while. Very carefully he slid out of the bed, the shirt hung just low enough to hide the important parts. Is this what girls felt like when they wore booty shorts? He didn't like it too much, but wouldn't complain about it as he'd only have to deal with it for a little while.<br/><br/>When Ray pointed out the marks he had left he quickly pulled his gaze away from him. Fingers trailing the marks, some had little dips where the man bit too hard for his liking. "Ah, it's fine," It was just surprising how rough he could get during sex. "Did I taste that good?" It was a clearly playful tease as he brought his eyes back to the doctor. He felt a little heat swirl down to his stomach. "I wouldn't mind you tasting again, maybe not now, everything hurts..." It was true, his legs ached as he had them spread in an unnatural position for a while, not to mention to rough pounding his ass had gotten.<br/><br/>"Water would be nice, but not coffee,"  He let the topic fade as he softly tugged at the end of the shirt. "And what is it? Am I dying or something," That'd be a real shitty thing to hold back from a patient until you fucked them. "Do you have an STD?" He wouldn't know what he'd do if his first fuck was his last.