The washcloth felt good. Against the soreness of his back and the heightened tenderness leftover from the rest of the scene, he sighed softly and melted into the ministrations, moving only as necessary and otherwise letting them do the work. It helped a lot, actually, as he felt them wiping away something more than just the physical grime. Finally, he was beginning to truly calm down... well, aside from the obvious distraction that was not going to go away without some attention.

"You draw me?" he asked. He knew that his Dom liked to draw and wanted to draw his sub specifically but that he might have already done so or wanted the chance to draw something so specific, it felt like an honor.