*He stands there for a moment longer watching Herman's long body uncurling from about his own, watching as the motion of his legs dropping away finally separates them. The wobbly step that he means to take forward, he inadvertently takes him backwards and he catches himself on the long side of the dresser. He closes his eyes, trying to regain his breath, and runs a shaky hand over his sweaty face. Opaque droplets of cum streak down his stomach to ooze over his thighs and he can't help smiling at the sight. Letting his eyes drift over to the quietly breathing man on his bed, he studies him for a while, admiring him as he relaxes heavily into the mattress.*

*An idea strikes him and he retrieves his washcloth from beside the wash basin. Wetting in in the cool water, he returns to Herman's side. He leans over him, still smiling warmly and gently kisses his forehead and then his mouth. He runs the wet cloth over his hot face and then down over the red and purple colored bruises beginning to show on the curve of his throat. He bends and lightly kisses those too, giving him a nip just for good measure.*

*He cleans his chest and belly and then the hand that rests across his stomach before rinsing the cloth and sponging himself clean. With a satisfied sigh, which suddenly blends into a yawn, he stretches across the bed on his stomach, and pillows his head on his crossed arms. He has no words to say, so he merely closes his eyes.*