Felih purrs, snuggling and rutting a little longer, just enjoying the warmth of skin on skin and the comfort of Shiro's purr and presence. After letting his tail twine and toy with his mate's for a while, he slowly stops rutting, drawing back enough to pull a bottle out and soak a towel with its contents, starting to wipe his mate down- his chest, belly, his cock and balls and thighs, his legs- and any place Felih's seed still lingered.

"A handy thing- a cleansing disinfectant. Good for when there is lack of fresh water to bathe in," he mumbles. "Alchemy is a trade of mine." He cleans Shiro up carefully, before cleaning himself up- and the fluid, whatever it is, smells faintly of mint, something that seems to relax Felih considerably.

Once Felih feels cleaner, he preps the nest with clean, fresh towels, and purrs, and then lets a fingertip trail up along Shiro's shaft.

"Mm... how much energy do you have left, my love?" Felih purrs, nuzzling against his chest while his fingertips tease over the tip of his cock.