He flexed his hand as he returned to the bed, his knuckles reddened but otherwise just aching from what he had done. There was no point drawing attention to it, and he was equally pleased that Wilson made no fuss over his antics in the bathroom either. He wasn't an omega that wanted to be coddled under any circumstances that he presently knew about and their continual and frequent rolls in the sheets had never been anything like that.

Lifting one leg, he set his knee on the edge of the bed, and it was his turn to allow his eyes to rake over Wilson, the various love bites standing out to him and the scent of his alpha a pleasant smell that invaded his head but no longer overwhelmed him. There was a calm wash of sensation and acceptance that moved between them it seemed but otherwise the rest of the sensations jumbled together too tightly to pick apart. He still reached out to scratch his fingers against Wilson's scalp.

"I guess I'm a bit of a mess," he agreed and found himself softened towards the alpha, though he figured it was post-heat bonding sensations and would fade. "You get food, I'll get clean. I might even leave you some food after you shower after me," he said before stretching his achy sore body. "Unless you plan on joining me in the shower?"