Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL]
People pay for this.
With a frustrated groan, he shoved himself out of bed. He fumbled in his travel kit, ripped off two clumps of cotton, and stuffed them into his ears. The world became a muffled hum. It wasn't perfect, but it was a shield. He fell back onto the mattress, the angry thrum of his own heartbeat his new lullaby.
Just as he was drifting off, he realized something. Silence. The moaning had stopped. A wave of relief washed over him. He pulled the cotton from his ears, dropped the little white balls on the nightstand, and finally, blessedly, fell asleep.