He stepped backwards and lifted a hand to find and pull at the hairtye that had become almost completely ineffectual. His shoulder-length hair tumbled against his neck, joining most of the strands that were already clinging there by drying sweat. His other hand joined to gather up the loose hair to return it to a state off of his hot skin, but at the same time, his gaze crawled over Richard's nudity.

It was quite the sight, especially the mess they had made together. He'd never had anyone he considered 'claimed' before, and he wasn't a possessive person by nature (or so he liked to think). However, there was something primal and completely sexual of signs of their sex covering their bodies. There was a brief 'we did that', which wasn't unusual in context. They had a sex frequently, but perhaps he hadn't taken the time quite like now where everything came with a hyperfocus before.

He turned his head once his hair was up in a messy bun and stepped away long enough to retrieve Richard's shirt. He grabbed his too for good measure since it was close by the first, and he returned to offer it to his lover. "What are you planning, hmm? We could shower?"