Come early morning light, they're both a complete and utter mess. Fortunately, he's cleared his schedule in advance for this, so no one will come looking for them. Neuvillette is insatiable and his appetite for sex is both new and voracious. They make an even bigger mess of each other as sheets tangle and bodies entwine in a rhythm as primordial as the waters of the ocean itself.

Morning passes into the early afternoon before he finally becomes aware of himself as more than just a carnal being. Wriothesley has matched him round for round thus far, but they're both covered in...each other's spend. Things are getting sticky enough that during the next lull in activity, while they're both recovering, he sits up in bed - lest he succumb to the mouth currently attached to his throat.

"There is hot water to cleanse ourselves just a few feet away."