As you pant on the bed, messy and exhausted, coming down from your pleasure to instead a dull ache in your limbs, Chuuya smiles down at you, hovering above you on the bed, face red and his own hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, panting softly too, coming down from the aftershocks of pleasure also. He seems ethereal like this, naked, glistening with sweat in the afterglow. He seems to admire you too, biting his lip with a smirk as he eyes up the many hickies and bruises he left on your tender neck and chest, a reminder of who you belong to.

Eventually, he pulls away from you to stand up, groaning a bit as he stretches, before retrieving his boxers from where they’re strewn on the floor alongside a messy pile of your clothes. He pulls them on, still largely undressed but now more modestly covered, and turns to where you still lay on the bed, spent from the passionate rough treatment he gave to you earlier. Again, he seems to admire your body and the mess he’s left between your legs, eyes flickering for a moment as his breath catches.

But he quickly retrieves a towel from the nearby bathroom and crawls over to where you lay on the bed, kissing your forehead as he begins to gently wipe away any mess, smiling at you as he mumbles softly.

There, I got you. You did so good for me, I know I went a bit rough on ya, but… you always take it like a champ, doll~

Are you sore at all? D’you want a massage?