Crozier isn't thinking about cleaning mess or fetching clothes or anything that involves moving from this spot. His brain is still firmly in that post-climax haze, the gentle caressing and sweet kisses good but not quite enough to sate his cravings for him. He turns and takes Rama's chin into his hand, thumb brushing over his beard before he drags him down for slow kiss.

"I know you were worried," he teases, pulling back to suck on his lower lip indulgently.