Jake stroked him through it, milking him to keep him spent and kissing his temple still, muttering soft congratulatory words and praise. It was sort of strange, really, that those were the first things that came to mind right then. But he let Dirk slump, shifting to lay him back against the pillows and ball up the cum-splattered sheet. He'd do a load of laundry with it and his things, and take a shower while Dirk rested. He brushed his lips over his eyebrows, his nose, the corners of his mouth.

"Rest well," he said quietly, waiting for Dirk to react before he actually dislodged and moved away.