Sasan was happy to help Jim with his routine. He wasn't sure if Jim would want him to stay here or on the couch. But when he wasn't dismissed in any way, he let himself enjoy this ritual of putting them to bed. It was quiet and intimate, and Sasan had never known he wanted things just this way. Jim got his shirt off, and then pressed close. Sasan took the opportunity to lightly kiss Jim's shoulder and press his face to the crook of Jim's neck. The Alpha smelled of hard liquor and sweat, and Sasan hoped he could just memorize it.

His hands brushed over Jim's bare arms, but he didn't go anywhere beyond that, really. Sasan pulled his pants down and left himself in boxers. That was hopefully not crossing the line, but he didn't want to sleep in skinny jeans- that could probably mess up circulation or something, right?

He breathed a happy sigh and tugged Jim lightly to the bed. "It's really hard not to kiss you right now, you know," he said quietly, a tired smile gracing his features. "And your hair is still amazing." Sasan's was all messed up, at this point.