[His touches are soothing and you let yourself relax a tiny bit, sighing softly as the feeling rises up your throat again. You give a small hiccup and gag slightly.]
You shouldn’t be used to it. Dunno what that says about me if you’re used to being sick bro.
[You murmur his name softly, followed by words of affection and sigh quietly.]
[You swallow when he gags, focusing more on his quieter, happier, not-on-the-verge-of-vomming sounds. You’re fucked up, and that’s why he can make getting sick not suck.]
I’m always sick! I’m frail, Arin, it happens. I use Skittles and Pepsi as main food sources.
[You coo his name back, holding him a little closer. You’re so gross.]