He opened his eyes a fraction, his face flushed and his eyes soft. "I hadn't let anyone do that for decades," he admitted, sounding somewhat dazed. "Too self-conscious for it, when I knew that it wasn't out of any desire to please me as a man. I..." Dain took a breath and closed his eyes. "I really like having you want to make me feel like that."

Smiling, I scooted over to him and sat down next to him on the shower floor, which was now somewhat unpleasantly cold to sit on, and leaned against him. "I love doing it, so I'm delighted you enjoy it," I said. The only response I got was a low mm, as Dain's breathing slowed. I tried not to laugh; the man had been up for three days, so it was no wonder that two orgasms were enough to fell him like a tree. "C'mon," I said, and nudged him, deciding that it was fine if he went to bed with some soot on him. "Get up before you fall asleep in the shower, 'cause I am not going to be able to carry you to bed."

He groaned, but he hauled himself up, wavering on his feet, looking like he was about to topple right back over.

I hopped out of the shower, grabbed some towels, and plopped two in his arms before I started toweling off one of his tails without asking. Dain laughed at that, a tired sound, and joined me in getting him from wet down to damp. He could and did use both pairs of arms independently, which was fun to watch, and we got him moderately dry before using up all the towels. I scrunched my hair in a damp one, flung it over the edge of the shower, decided my neck was fine without a bandage, and followed Dain out into the bedroom.

Thankfully, Zhiolas and Alluin had finished having their spectacular sex while Dain and I had our spectacular sex, and I suspected that the two of them would be unconscious for some time. Dain didn't even bother putting on pajamas, beelining for the bed at an exhausted plod. He crawled into bed, flopped facedown, and was fast asleep before I managed to get the curtains closed and get into bed next to him. I looked at him for a long moment, the slack lines of that striking face, and then down along the powerful shape of his body.