Yeah. Tommy's the same. He knows how he feels physically - fucking great in a wrung-out way. But otherwise ... he doesn't want to dwell on it either. But he also doesn't want Teddy out of sight or reach. Or touch.

"Yeahokay. Me too," Tommy said with a sigh. He sat up slowly, stretching out tired muscles, ignoring the way his dick STILL wanted to twitch at sight of Teddy.

And then he blinked, watching the bed. "Hey, look. Sit up." As soon as Tommy wasn't touching it, the parts of the bed he wasn't on glowed briefly blue and then were just ... clean. That was handy, he guessed. If creepy. He still wanted an actual fucking shower HIMSELF though.