At first, the blindfold had been cumbersome and a little unsettling, but Dean finds himself relaxing further in the darkness. His body's sore from the stretching and his legs ache when they're laid flat, but otherwise, he's floating in the aftermath of one hell of a powerful orgasm. His eyes are closed behind the cloth and he can feel it sticking to his skin with sweat and tears of exertion he'd scarcely been aware of at the time.

His hands relax and stay loose around the bar and in the chain. He's not going to make a move to free himself until he's given permission. Maybe it was reckless to submit himself to a stranger like this, but he hasn't been given any cause to regret it. Until he is, he'll stay happily compliant.

The touch of the wash cloth is so light at first, he almost misses it. Then the cool air moves over the newly washed skin and he breathes a sigh of relief. It feels good and so much more attentive than he expected. In the past he's been, well, rode hard and put away wet. It's a strange sensation to lay there and be looked after. He's almost not sure how to handle it.