him getting dressed after sex, grin big as he puts on his shirt and watches you lay on his bed, surrounded by him. “you know,” he says, pulls his jeans up and begins to buckle his belt. “you could stay there, forever, and i’d be the happiest man alive.”

Having him slide into bed behind you while you're already halfway off to dreamland, his breath warm against your naked shoulder where he leaves soft kisses, murmuring about how he has missed you and that he's sorry for coming home so late

letting out an involuntary little moan the first time you make out with your bf and having that alter his brain chemistry so much, he replays it in head later with his hand wrapped around his cock