It was almost dawn when Knox finally lost consciousness from weary.
Looking down at his still erect manhood, Azrael sighed in dismay. He was too excited that doing it once or twice wasn't nearly enough. If Knox hadn't fallen asleep, he could still be hovering above him, while thrusting nonstop inside him. Staring at Knox's naked body sprawled in his bed, his shaft only throbbed harder.
"F*ck," Azrael groaned, disappointed in himself. He quickly stood from the bed, fearing that he might do something regretful again. He went to the bathroom and finished. After that, he took a towel and basin of water, returned to his bed, and started wiping Knox's body.
He also cleaned the room, picked up all the used tissues and rubbers, folded their clothes and put them over the table, took his most comfortable shirt, and put it on Knox. Afterward, when everything that he was certain Knox would take care of once he woke up was taken care of, he lay beside him with a light and joyful heart.
