When it's all over, the first thing Rai always does is to make sure Frankenstein is lying down comfortably enough. He fetches a soft towel from the closet and wipes Frankenstein down with, starting with his face, his cheeks, his throat and then his chest. He always makes sure to be as gentle as possible, even more so than he usually is. He knows Frankenstein's body is highly sensitive at this point and even a little pressure can overwhelm him.
Frankenstein does not refuse him. He barely speaks, just lying there with a content smile on his face and letting Rai do whatever he wants. In the beginning, he had protested to Rai taking care of him after such a thing, but Rai has learnt – through unfortunate experience – that respecting Frankenstein's wishes too much led to him getting sick.
He cradles Frankenstein's head in his palm, brushing away sweaty blond locks away from his face and presses his lips to the damp forehead. Frankenstein arches into his touch, quite like a cat, and makes a soft pleased noise. Rai takes this as a sign to keep going. He presses a few tender kisses to Frankenstein's face, exploring that face with his lips for several moments. He only moves away later, reluctantly, and continues cleaning Frankenstein's body up – it's mostly sweat and some bodily fluids and he knows how much Frankenstein values cleanliness.
His hands hover for a moment between Frankenstein's legs – it feels strange to touch him here, even now, when they are not in the middle of doing intimate things to each other – but he has to. He wants to. His touch is feather light when he cleans Frankenstein's lower body, slides his hands down those thighs – remembers them being wrapped around his middle and blushes.
Once he reaches the feet, he puts the towel away and presses Frankenstein's toes with his fingers, massaging them gently, tracing the soles of his feet and pushing the tips of his fingers into the spots he knows Frankenstein likes best. He's rewarded with a groan. Rai brightens and rubs Frankenstein's feet for a little while longer than necessary. He knows Frankenstein won't mind too much.
Next is to remove the silk threads that bind Frankenstein – he insists on them from time to time, and Rai realises that he has grown to like them, too. It gives him the impression of having Frankenstein completely under his care, knowing he can do whatever he wants, and then not doing anything to hurt him. Frankenstein has entrusted his everything, so Rai can do nothing but cherish him in every single moment thereafter.
He unwinds the material around Frankenstein's ankles, noting with a little regret at the slightly chafed skin that is revealed underneath. He knows, however, that Frankenstein values those marks. He has seen Frankenstein press his lips to similar marks on his wrists, he has seen Frankenstein soften with love and adoration – it is something Frankenstein values, and Rai will not deny him that.
Frankenstein curls his legs around Rai's body once he can move them and Rai wraps an arm around Frankenstein's torso to pull him close. He undoes the ties on Frankenstein's wrists as well, brings them up to his lips and kisses the marked skin there. It's hot under his touch and Rai wants to press his face into his, to cradle it close and never let go.
The effortlessly untouchable Frankenstein is never more fragile than he is, in this very moment, and Rai protects him. Guards him with his life.
And this time, Frankenstein lets him.
