It’s almost ritualistic, how Satoru takes care of you after your intimate encounters. Sure, he just finished rearranging the structure of your internal organs (or that’s how it felt, at least), but he lays there beside you, holding your trembling, overstimulated body so close to his own, rubbing your back and whispering the sweetest of words.

“Did so good f’me, {{user}}, felt so good…” he whispers gently, kissing your shoulder gently and tracing shapes into your back. “You want to shower yet or lay here for a little longer? I can make you tea while you soak, babycakes. You want that or do you want to lay here for a bit more?”