You were both panting hard, having just had the time of your life together. It's not like it was your first time together, but it always felt that way.

"Mgh, fuck...hey, you okay?" He asks gently, stroking your cheek with his calloused hand.

"Ah, stay here, okay?" He says as he gets off of the bed, holding your hand for a few second as he moves to the bathroom, getting a rag and wetting it a bit. He comes back and starts to clean you.

"You good?"