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“I came, dude.”

They breathe there for a second, and gradually Rich is reminded that he’s made up of more than cock and brain stem because his knees and elbows are starting to complain. He shifts and Jonah takes the hint, sitting back, tracing a palm down Rich’s spine as he pulls out. Rich rolls to his side away from the ruined comforter and falls heavily against the bed to face Jonah. Jonah snorts and moves to untie his wrists, finally.

“You good?” he asks, looking smug and raising an eyebrow. Rich rubs his wrists and fixes Jonah with a serious look.

“I saw God.”

“My cock should be a religion,” Jonah says, nodding seriously.

“A-fucking-men.”

Jonah disappears and Rich hears water running. He comes back with a wet washcloth, which he lobs at Rich’s chest before snagging his pack of cigarettes off the corner of the bedside table. So much for pillow talk.

“Hell of a bedside manner you got there, Mr. Safeword,” Rich says as Jonah sits on the edge of the bed and lights up. Rich drags the washcloth over himself—and at least he’d taken the time to run warm water. “You ever heard of aftercare?”

“Yeah yeah,” Jonah says, sneering. “I was the one who did all the work. Where’s my aftercare?”

Rich tosses the washcloth, rolls his wrists, and drags Jonah, squirming, until they’re skin to skin. Jonah will cuddle with him and he’ll like it, so help him God. Jonah laughs fondly and stops putting up a fight, letting out a plume of smoke and ashing into a glass of water before passing Rich the cigarette. He takes a drag and strokes a hand over Jonah’s hip, appreciating being able to do whatever he wants with his hands again. They’re beaming at each other, despite their sniping and while Rich tries to bite down a smile, Jonah just shakes his head and grins.

“Yeah, I’m sure all that work really put you out,” Rich says. “You seemed pissed when you were fucking the daylights out of me.”

“You were into it.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t, but I’m still gonna be walking funny on Monday,” he says. Rich passes the cigarette back. “Remind me not to bet you anything. Ever.”

“Don’t be like that,” Jonah says. “Just… next time, maybe don’t literally bet your ass.”

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