As he felt himself start to soften Tiberius pulled out and tucked his cock back into his pants. It would soil them, but he'd already done that by remaining dressed for the act, which had left a thin layer of sweat soaking up into his entire outfit. He'd have to change, anyway, and probably bathe, too, so it didn't much matter.

He climbed off of her and sat down on the bed next to her knees, his back towards her. He reached over and gave her hip a light shove, not enough to actually move her but just to jostle her.

"Get out. I need to wash your stink off," he said. Although the words themselves were cold, his tone was not. Out of context it could have seemed teasing, gentle, or even affectionate.