It's a good thing Rupert pushes him to do it, because Jonas would have absolutely remained right where he is and woken up with several regrets in the morning. He draws back and reluctantly frees himself from Rupert's arms to sit at the edge of the bed, back turned to him. At least like this, he can indulge in his embarrassment a little longer without making Rupert feel bad about it.

He wriggles out of his pants and uses his boxers as a rag to wipe up the mess remaining on his skin before discarding both these things on the floor. Then he looks at the dresser, considers the journey, and glances back to Rupert.

"I haven't taken care of you yet."