[It's so nice that he almost felt like he could cry. He can hold that sort of thing back from his eyes, from his expression, but his heart still feels it, and he wraps his arms tight, breathing Dextera in. This closeness is warm and everything he wants, and he lies there with him for the next few minutes, just enjoying it.
Finally, when he feels like his emotions are in control, he moves to push himself up. A quick kiss to Dextera's cheek makes sure he knows he's not going anywhere for long, and then he's pulling up his own pants and buttoning them again.
Quietly, he wipes him clean and tosses the old rag away, then gathers all of those first aid supplies (that were handy for other reasons, woops) and moves them back to a nightstand near the bed, instead. He doesn't bother with putting his shirt back on, just moving over to sit at the edge of the bed, first. He's too embarrassed to go straight back to hugging or cuddles.]
...That didn't make you too sore or anything, right? [He steals a glance back over, uncertain.]
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Finally, when he feels like his emotions are in control, he moves to push himself up. A quick kiss to Dextera's cheek makes sure he knows he's not going anywhere for long, and then he's pulling up his own pants and buttoning them again.
Quietly, he wipes him clean and tosses the old rag away, then gathers all of those first aid supplies (that were handy for other reasons, woops) and moves them back to a nightstand near the bed, instead. He doesn't bother with putting his shirt back on, just moving over to sit at the edge of the bed, first. He's too embarrassed to go straight back to hugging or cuddles.]
...That didn't make you too sore or anything, right? [He steals a glance back over, uncertain.]