Roger was still floating as Freddie’s long fingers rubbed the sweet smelling lotion into the skin around his wrists. He was pleasantly sore and he knew he would be more so tomorrow. But it had been worth it. He hummed in contentment and let his head lull against Freddie’s shoulder as the older man chuckled softly.
“Still with me, darling?” Freddie whispered his question, his voice warm and soft like the nice fluffy towels waiting for them.
“Yeah,” Roger croaked back, his voice wrecked from the evening activities, but he would be fine tomorrow or the day after. No need for worry.
Freddie pressed a kiss to the side of Roger’s head. “You did so good for me,” he said into the soft strands, “So perfect, you looked so beautiful all tied up just for me.”
His eyes fluttered closed as Roger felt his cheeks flush under the praise. It was his favorite part. Yeah the sex was awesome, and the orgasms were great, but the aftercare, where he could just let Freddie take care of him and praise him? That was the best part of the evening.
“C’mon, my love,” Freddie was moving behind him sloshing water over the side of the tub and Roger grumbled in protest, “Let's get you dry and into bed, how's that sound?”
Roger grumbled again but let’s Freddie haul him out of the water and gently dry him off before leading him into the bedroom - where at someone point Freddie had changed the sheets- and spooning up behind him wrapped in the sweet smelling towel and the warm sheets and the strong arms of his lover. Freddie played with his damp hair and whispered words of praise to him in between making him drink sips of water until Roger finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
