"Don't wanna, byon." Ken's always sulky when everyday life intrudes upon his post-coital haze; he knows that now things will go back to normal, with a mostly unresponsive Chikusa and maybe even a bath. He wants this to just keep going. It never does, though.

For all his unwillingness, though, he finally starts supporting his own weight again, pulling himself away from - and out of - Chikusa. He scrubs the hand he'd jerked Chikusa off with absently against his pants as he tucks himself back into them with the other.

Between this kind of thing and the blood, laundry for the Kokuyo gang must be a hell of a time.