Haneul doesn't say anything about that, but the slight movement felt on his chin tells him that the man is nodding. Sangcheol holds his left arm and gently, ever so slowly, places it on the omega, releasing his tensed muscles as he feels the other moves even further towards him.
Then they lie still for a few minutes, drowning in each other's sense, relaxing in each other's warmth.
"Your other hand…" Haneul breaks the peace. The injured omega starts to support his weight to lift himself upwards slightly, groaning and though a bit surprised by the action, the alpha immediately places the other arm on the bed, beneath Haneul. Right after he is done, Haneul crashes himself back down, hissing at the pain. He laughs softly at his own action, seemingly satisfied, and although a bit hesitant, positions his own left hand beneath the other's underarm, pulling him close.
Melting all the tension.
