[He clings for a few minutes, grip tight, not caring much that the splatters of seed on his chest are now smeared across Javert in return. But it is something he needs dealt with before he can sleep, too fastidious to bear having it dry on his skin and begin to itch. At last he sighs and relaxes, nuzzling at Javert's jaw and pressing a few last kisses along his skin before he lets go.] Shall we clean up?
( He pulls away just a little, aware of the mess that he's made of himself as soon as the air hits his skin. He lifts himself off of the bed, going about their usual routine without so much as a thought — turning on the faucet, allowing the bathtub to fill while Huaisang adjusts it to his whims. Javert settles in beside him, cleaning, meticulously taking care of his husband before doing the same for himself, wiping away any sweat, spit and seed that has dried on their skin. )
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( He pulls away just a little, aware of the mess that he's made of himself as soon as the air hits his skin. He lifts himself off of the bed, going about their usual routine without so much as a thought — turning on the faucet, allowing the bathtub to fill while Huaisang adjusts it to his whims. Javert settles in beside him, cleaning, meticulously taking care of his husband before doing the same for himself, wiping away any sweat, spit and seed that has dried on their skin. )