Feeling his partner's climax triggers a mix of relief and pleasure as the clawing needy edge brought on by the aphrodisiac subsides. Maybe once Leon is a little more lucid he'll start to wonder about that cloth. At the moment, the haze is only starting to lift but as it does, the cloth still isn't anywhere close to the forefront of his mind.

He leans back a little, swallowing down a moan. Everything feels raw and Hythlodaeus is still inside him, which he honestly appreciates. But that still isn't stopping everything they'd just done from hitting him like a freight train and he immediately feels a little uncomfortable with how he'd acted. Not because they'd had sex, but because he felt like he'd pushed it on Hythlodaeus. He'd been enthusiastic and gracious but he can't shake the feeling that he'd kind of coerced him into this.

He takes the cloth with a quiet 'thanks' and cleans himself up as best he can.

"Are you... good? I think this would happen... Sorry," The words tumble out from half formed thoughts.