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AFTER THE 'O'

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You've done the deed, so is the moment magical or are you instantly regretting it? You need to decide through the euphoria... or the disappointment if it didn't rock your world like you thought it would.

01. fantastic!
That was everything you thought it would be and then some. You are more than willing to go again and again and again... after you catch your breath! And maybe enjoy some nice cuddling with a nap.

02. what did we just do?
What you did was entirely impulsive. You didn't think things through and you really hope you didn't mess things up. You're so nervous, you don't even know what to do! It's hard to just relax and enjoy the moment when you want to freak out so bad.

03. that was okay.
One of you didn't reach the finish mark before the other or the chemistry just wasn't there. Whatever the case is, you have to either let the other know or pretend it was fabulous. Totally! Or at least reassure them it happens to everyone.

04. aftercare.
In the BDSM sense, aftercare is the process of attending to the intense feelings that come after a session that can range from exhilaration to depression. Kiss, cuddle and pamper your sub.

05. let's not talk about this.
This was a total mistake. You should not have touched that person. Maybe you hate them or maybe it's just wrong for any number of other reasons. Whatever the case is, you need to both swear to just never discuss it.

06. didn't want to have to hurt you.
(warning: non-con!) Maybe what you did wasn't entirely consensual, but they totally wanted it. You know they did, you could read it in their face. Maybe you just didn't care and took what you wanted instead.

07. first time.
Your partner didn't know you were a virgin... or maybe they did! Maybe you were both virgins. How was the first time? Do you want to do it again? Are you way too sore to even want to move? Go through those awkward first times together.

08. wildcard.
Is there some other scene you want to play out? Do so with this option or combine others.

(bakerstreet)

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Indulging in alcohol so close to comeback probably wasn't the best idea, but it only took one person's bad judgement (Chanyeol's, of course) and another's willingness to be persuaded (Baekhyun, naturally) to make a bad decision, to cross into the territory known as "life's regrets" or "youthful mistakes," and it just so happened that everything had aligned in the most awful way imaginable.

Well, that's how Baekhyun thought of it, anyway, wide eyes as panic thrummed in his chest and he looked over Chanyeol's naked form beside him. No wonder he hadn't woken up cold in the middle of the night, he'd had Chanyeol's heat to keep him warm. That was both a lovely and disturbing thought. Actually, Baekhyun felt torn in a lot of ways as he observed what looked to be one of the worst things that could've possibly happened. And trying to think things through... He couldn't remember how it'd even started. He knew how it should probably end, though.

"Yah, yah!" came his hushed yell, more like a stage whisper as he rammed the heel of his palm into Chanyeol's nearby shoulder, pushing the boy closer to the edge of the bed. "Wake up, idiot!"

He reached down to grab his boxers, slipping into them hurriedly, because somehow it made him seem like he was dressed, at the very least, like whatever that had happened between them didn't occur at all, like they were still rivals going at each other's throat...except this time round Yixing's eyes would have a mind of their own to make their way down the other's body, remembering, recalling, how good it was to have skin against skin, taut muscles against his own, rutting, grinding, especially when Jongin entered--

"Let's not talk about this anymore," He hastily shook his head, gathering Jongin's clothes as well and throwing him in the general direction of the other dancer. That was when his eyes caught the mark he had made on the other's chest, bright red and angry, and he couldn't tear his gaze off, especially when the process and all started replaying in his mind.

[ will do the starters~

"Right. Never gonna talk about it again," Jongin agreed with a nod.

When his clothes were tossed at him, he pushed them off to the side. He remained right where he was, fully naked and proud with his legs spread wide. He was still recovering. As much as he wanted to get dressed and move on, he needed a few minutes to calm down.

He couldn't help but glance at Yixing's face. The other boy's lips were swollen and Jongin was sure his looked the same. He licked his lips - to try to erase the taste of Yixing, definitely not because he wanted to taste his rival.

The night had, in general, been a success as far as Chanyeol was concerned. With the stress of schedules picking up again just as practice became more intensive, reminding people that they existed in preparation for a comeback they were still hard at work on, all of EXO were feeling the strain. Harsh words from vocal coaches and choreographers who seemed constantly disappointed in their best efforts didn't help, for all that he knew it was just the way that they worked. If those in a position of regard were happy with what they were doing then where did the push to improve come from? One could say that it was easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar... but EXO were not flies, and their superiors were not spending time with them because they liked them. Though they did. Surely. At least a little?

Either way, the stress of work combined with the stress of moving dorms (bigger rooms, and it felt like more space until he could hear three other people breathing at night instead of just one, and Minseok and Zitao were much less receptive to impromptu Mario Kart tournaments at two in the morning) left even the group's happy virus reaching for a little social lubricant. And why not? Park Chanyeol was a man, he was a Korean man, and he could hold his liquor - as he'd boasted last night with one of those big I'm about to do something completely stupid grins on his face. As it turned out, this particular Korean man couldn't drink at all so well as he thought he could. In fact it would have been a struggle for anybody; his foolish bravado kept him drinking long after a smarter idol would have stopped. Laughing long and loud at nothing, falling off the bed not once but twice, pulling at least three buttons off a shirt he was desperate to be rid of...

The dreaded morning after was not something he'd been looking forward to, or even really thought about beyond a slurred declaration that his hangover was going to be epic. So it was no surprise that he didn't exactly appreciate the abruptness with which he was dragged into the waking world, brows furrowing against the light as he blinked open dry eyes. God but his head was throbbing something fierce. "What," he snapped irritably as he rolled onto his back, covering his face with his hands.

[ Would appreciate starts ^^ ]

"Stop licking your damn lips," He spat out from between his gritted teeth, he himself knowing clearly how Jongin tasted on his lips just a few minutes ago, those lips, before licking a strip down his chest, and then taking him into his mouth-- Stop right there Zhang Yixing, he mentally berated himself, not wanting to relieve that experience all over again, as if it was something painful that he clearly wished to forget, except he wasn't all that sure now when Jongin looked so fine lying on the ground like that, legs still spread apart as if waiting for him to ride him right on that floor.

He turned around to put his shirt on, not wanting to distract himself any further from any points regarding that boy on the ground.

When it came to his best friend, Baekhyun was less than thoughtful about how he was supposed to treat him, and even less than that when he was sitting in his bed with less clothing on than he ever fell asleep with. It wasn't like he didn't know what happened, because when Baekhyun drank he remembered, maybe not every little detail, but the jist of it was easily put together in his head. Agh, his head, it was hurting, a sharp thud against the inside of his temple, surged onward by his inability to stop himself from pushing at Chanyeol, ignoring the boy's snapping.

"Chanyeol, you've gotta get out of my bed before they wake up," he hissed at him, scrambling to sit up straighter and cover himself with his blanket. He pulled it right up over his shoulders, cocooning himself inside of it as he shook his head around to get his fringe out of his eyes. His feet stretched out to try and push at the boy's legs, prompting him toward the edge of the bed even more. But, as much as Chanyeol really did need to get out of his space so the other's didn't see (if they hadn't already), he didn't want him to fall off the bed (for a third time) and hurt himself. A part of him didn't really want him to have to leave at all, either, but desperate times and all.

[Is it alright to ask for a starter ^^

The venom in her voice made him cringe, shoulders shooting up to his ears, and suddenly is cigarette wasn't as tempting anymore. He set it on the TV stand, along with the rest of the pack, before making it back to the bed in two long strides. Slowly and carefully, like he thought he might be shooed away, he took a seat on the very edge of the bed, gaze still pointedly directed away from her.

"Are you okay with...all of this?" After a long moment of silence he finally spoke up, turning just enough to gesture between the two of them. They'd never really discussed what they had outside of I'm free, you're free, let's fuck but it seemed like a silent agreement that dating at this point in his career wasn't completely unlike suicide. Something had changed in his two months masquerading as a normal person, he just wasn't sure what yet. When he'd worked up the courage he turned his head back fully, meeting her stare with a wide-eyed, unsure look of his own.

[ sure is~ any preference to the top/bottom? ]

[either is fine with me!

Gina was sated and pleased with what they had just done. It seemed a blur but the pleasurable thrum and euphoria didn't dissipate fully as the time stretched on. It seemed only made better by the fact that Simon was laying and held her close. A little bit of cuddling after really good sex was always something to be appreciated.

To be honest, she wasn't that far from thinking about the next round either but a bit of time to rest and breathe after the vigorous first round seemed necessary. "Aigo..." she laughed and leaned to nuzzle her nose against his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you," she breathed out and was still a bit in awe that she had once again experienced the winning. It never failed to be that way for her and she hoped she wouldn't get numb to it ever.

[ absolutely fine! ]

This did not go as planned, Hara thought as she laid on her back, sheets tugged up over her small chest and eyes locked on the ceiling overhead. She had come to Jonghun for a night of relaxation; one involving soju, greasy food, and the company of a close friend that didn't insist that "everything would be okay." She hadn't come to him to end up like this, naked and sweaty, guilt curling up in the pit of her stomach.

It wasn't because of what they had done; the mix of alcohol, teeth, and tongue leading up to a pleasurable evening. There was no reason to regret that. Or him. No, she knew what the cause was--inadvertently, she had put Jonghun in an awkward position, one worse than being the mutual friend to a broken up couple.

As his voice broke through her thoughts a slight grimace formed, the look lasting only a second as her gaze broke away from the spot above to look over at him.

"Jonghun," she echoed in the same tone of voice, swiping a tongue over her chapped lips when words didn't come easily. "Shit," she managed to get out after a pause, eyes squeezing shut as soon as the swear had left her lips, an embarrassed laugh escaping her.

It wasn't like they had a thing. It was just that some days were harder than others for both of them, and there was nothing that he'd found that relieved the stress quite like a roll in the sheets with Joohyun. When they'd first started Joonmyun had almost felt like it was wrong, having only slightly more than casual sex with one of his sunbaes, but he'd be damned if they didn't both need it sometimes.

And sometimes he liked to pretend that it was more than just a sometimes, that he'd pushed aside seven years of training and the group unruly boys he looked after for the sake of a normal life where he could curl up with a pretty girl after a round of sex and it wouldn't matter if anyone ever found out. By this point, Joohyun seemed like she'd learned what he liked, and Joonmyun, ever the star student, had tried his hardest to do the same for her. Whatever it was, they'd truly outdone themselves today, and it was making the illusion stick for longer than usual. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before he rolled off of her, and pulled the covers over her naked body politely as though he hadn't just seen it all and would probably be seeing it again sometime soon.

Sooner rather than later already sounded good, actually. "Do you have somewhere you need to be...?" Joonmyun spoke up, breathing still a little labored.

[would you want me to start? ^^

Jessica always found it amusing when she could get such reactions out of grown men. It made her feel like she was intimidating, in a way that she knew deep down she wasn't. When it all came down to it, she would probably cower under just the right gaze from Kris. But she'd be more likely to be the one to give him the look, rather than him giving it to her.

Was she okay with all of this? What exactly was this to begin with? It was something that had started out as a few questionable text messages between the two of them eventually led to a few heated meetings in dark rooms backstage, which eventually led them here. Secretly meeting one another so that they could end up in bed together. when had she turned into this kind of woman? "What do you mean, all of this?" She sighed heavily, breaking her gaze away from his so that she could look for something to cover herself with--a shirt, a hoodie, something more than the blanket she was clutching to her chest. "What is this, even?"

Eventually she found something, a shirt of his that hand been discarded off the edge of the bed and she leaned over to pick it up, quickly pulling it on over her body. She would've laughed had the mood not been so heavy, because the shirt was far too big for her and she felt it made her look like a little girl playing dress up. Maybe later she'd laugh about it, but not right now.

The smile on Baekhyun's face was directly attributed to the high that came after an orgasm. Pushing his nose into the spot between Yixing's shoulder blades, the younger singer groaned, kissing over wet skin as he flicked his bangs out of his face. The water from the shower head was still raining over them in hot splashes, the droplets that had gathered on the skin Baekhyun hadn't been grabbing at finally brushed aside by his fingers as they skimmed over his friend's shoulders, squeezing.

"Fantastic," he muttered against the back of Yixing's shoulder, tempted to hug him from behind, embrace him a little differently than he'd been for the last few minutes. But the wall was uncomfortable, he was sure, hands skimming over the elder's lower back as he pulled himself out with a small, stifled groan. He stepped back and under the water once more, tipping his head back and into it, cleaning himself off.

He let out a soft hiss when Baekhyun pulled out, automatically clenching as if to keep the other in still. It was amazing, that he had to admit, and having such mind-blowing sex wasn't on his mind when he had previously stepped in to join Baekhyun under the shower. He knew his eyes lingered too long at times, at the curve of Baekhyun's back, the parting of his thighs and what was in between. One thing led to another, and he found himself pressed against the wall, thoroughly fucked from behind.

"You don't say..." He murmured, a sated smile on his lips as he carefully pushed himself off, having been clutching and clawing at the tiled wall for the past few minutes now. Every single thrust had been searching for anything to hold on to, to transmit the pleasure to, but there was none, and he could only bite down on his swollen lips to muffle the sighs and pleasured moans, hoping that he wasn't too loud to attract anyone's attention out there.

Moving over to stand behind Baekhyun now, he reached for the loofa, squirting some shower gel into it before rubbing it against the other's back gently, mouth pressing soft kisses into the slant of his shoulder. "That was amazing...seriously...didn't know you could do that," He grinned against the skin, injecting a note of teasing into his words.

had him searching for anything to hold on*

[sorry!

[ if you wouldn't mind, that would be great! ]

( no worries! )

The teasing lilt to the elder's voice had Baekhyun narrowing his eyes, a bit of a laugh as he was approached from behind. He felt his cheeks heat as he thought over what had just happened, trying not to seem too smug by the compliments piling up inside of his ears. He wasn't sure whether to take it as an insult or not, but Baekhyun was pretty sure that anyone who enjoyed something enough to call it amazing wasn't disappointed in any means, and if he could be surprising, then Baekhyun wasn't disappointed, either. Really, though, he wondered if it was so weird to think he could handle it. He was often a bit of a forceful type, shameless, anything to make his friends laugh, to make them happy. And it was all about the moment, too. Yixing wasn't the only one who took opportunities to glance.

"Is it that surprising?" he asked thoughtfully, trying to look over his shoulder at the dancer, smiling softly. His shoulder lifted then to playfully bump against his friend's lips, tilting his head back a little more so the water could fall down the front of his torso, uninterrupted by his face. "I'll show you again some time~"

Even though Kibum tried, and everything Kibum put an effort into used to come out as perfect as it gets, he was still nervous about this. They weren't dating, after all, and it was all too easy to fuck up with someone's feelings when it was their first time doing this. Having sex. With another male. But Kibum was really careful and Joonmyun was a really good friend above anything else, so the SHINee member would never do anything to disappoint him, mainly because that would mean disappointing himself. And Kibum never set himself up for bad things.

The place he borrowed the keys to was a friend's. It was a simple apartment, with not much furniture, but Kibum only really cared about the bedroom anyway, and it did have a pretty good-sized bed in it. There was nothing like candles on bed stands or rose petals on the bed, because they weren't... like that. They were really good friends with an immense attraction for each other (Kibum could mostly speak only for himself), and the blond just wanted them to have a good time together. And be Joonmyun's first. Because if they were going to keep on making out, they might as well go all out with that.

"Isn't this a nice place?" He was all smiles when they entered, Joonmyun first then himself, leaving his pair of sneakers by the door. He knew they wouldn't be lounging in the living room too much, but getting familiar with the place maybe helped the small apprehension they both might be feeling for what was to come. He just really wanted everything to go very well.

"That would be nice," He lifted his lips to press against Baekyun's ear this time round, since the other was shrugging his shoulders and all, being all playful. His lips close around the earlobe, sucking at it before he nibbles, his hand resting against the other's hip now. "Wouldn't mind to experience all of this again some time, it's pretty relaxing in a way."

Deciding that he had teased Baekhyun sufficiently, he started to clean the other studiously now, making his way to the front to scrub at his chest. His eyes no longer stole glances, as he did not find the need to do so anymore, blatantly staring at the body that was pressed right against him just a few moments ago.

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