[He’s so good to you, soothing you as you fight through your gags. You know it has to be unpleasant for him to hear, and once you calm down; no matter how briefly, you murmur affection to him.]
Thank you. Jesus Danny. Babe you’re too good to me.
[Your body lurches a little and you whimper, fingers curling against your hands and your cheeks as you try to force the bile down.]
Don’t wanna puke on you Danny.
[You wouldn’t call it unpleasant, necessarily. Worrying, concerning, but not unpleasant. You’re fucked up like that, that you don’t altogether mind it. But you know he feels bad for it, so you just keep petting him and loving on him and returning the quiet words.]
You’re my grump, of course I’m gonna do everything for you.
[You press a kiss to his temple, sighing quietly and shaking your head. You rub up and down his lower back, eyes still closed.]
It’s okay, man. It’s okay. I’ve horked on you enough.