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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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(A start would be awesome!)

Jiyong rolled off his younger bandmate, back hitting the bed with a faint creak of the box-spring. Suddenly with his head pressed unelevated against the bed and all adrenaline released with his climax, the alcohol was hitting him, hard. He was past the pleasurable stage of drunkenness - the stage that let him pull Daesung close during what was supposed to be a casual visit over soju and Jiyong's famed jjapguri; the stage that let him convince Daesung to take him into the next room to Daesung's bed (never ever in Jiyong's own bed, was his self-given rule for any casual hook up); and the stage that, while Jiyong scratched and bit and tugged at the younger man's body, let Jiyong forget all about his girlfriend Kiko.

But the temporary pleasure of alcohol was gone, and left was the aftermath of a pounding headache and an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

(Sorry it's taken me so long to reply! Things got a bit hectic there. ;;)

Daesung swallowed hard as though it would help him catch his breath, and as his body wound down from the high of orgasm, the safety net of alcohol wasn't quite there to catch him. Between adrenaline and his racing heart, he wasn't sure he had much liquor left in his bloodstream. It was a pity, given how reality seemed to rush up to swallow him whole, reminding him in a petty voice in the back of his mind that Jiyong had a girlfriend. Which meant what had happened (which had happened plenty of times prior to Kiko and Jiyong becoming an item) was an encore performance, and a secret to be kept under penalty of death.

All of the air rushed out of his lungs at once in a heavy sigh, and he slung an arm over his eyes as the first pangs of a headache began to prickle at his scalp. Even as the gravity of the situation sank in more and more, he wasn't sure what to say, so he opted for saying nothing at all.

Jiyong knew how pathetic the words had sounded coming out of his mouth, the day he told Daesung they had to stop. This was it, he had said, he and Kiko were official, and he needed to start controlling his hedonistic ways. The biggest fool wouldn't have believed him when he didn't even believe himself, and it embarrassed him to think that Daesung had more than likely doubted his leader's words, normally confident and convincing.

The truth was that given an inch, Jiyong would take a mile, and each time he and Daesung were alone and the younger so much as hinted at his desires, Jiyong would leap at the opportunity with a conscience that screamed "me" and "mine" and "take." Though sometimes, just sometimes, he wondered if his purely sexual attraction was beginning to mix in with something deeper.

It was a few minutes before Jiyong broke the silence. "Daesung-ah..." He turned to look at the man lying beside him, voice hoarse and once again unconvincing. "I didn't mean for this..."

Daesung could keep his desires under wraps when he was sober, but under the influence of alcohol... Well, he supposed most people got a bit loose-lipped, a little more brash. He took a deep breath when Jiyong began to speak. "It's okay," he said when the man's voice trailed off.

He sat up and turned toward the edge of the bed, spine and shoulders gone tense at the flare of pain from his abused, almost raw ass. They'd both been too impatient to really take their time. It wasn't okay, not at all. But maybe, just maybe, he could be more of a convincing liar than Jiyong was. "I'm going to shower." He grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms on his way out of the door, thankful for the late hour and the lack of bandmates around, at least until the door was closed firmly behind him. He started up the water for the shower and regarded himself in the mirror with another sigh. This wasn't who he was, who he was meant to be. He felt almost as low at that moment as he had in the weeks and months following the accident.

He was better than this. He refused to tear a relationship apart.

It hurt to hear the words coming out of Daesung's mouth, "it's okay." It wasn't okay, and Jiyong almost wished that Daesung would have showed his anger right then, told it like it really was so that Jiyong could feel more punished and a little less guilty for what he'd just done. But Daesung wasn't the type, and Jiyong was always taking.

At first all he could do was lie there and watch the other man walk away, listen to the faint rushing of water from the bathroom and bite his nearly nonexistent fingernails as he debated whether or not to dip out now, while it was easy. It wasn't until his ring finger started bleeding that he was pulled out of such a cowardly thought.

"Fuck." He wobbled as he got up from the bed to pull on his boxer-briefs, head spinning just slightly from the lingering alcohol. When he got to the bathroom door, his hand lingered over the knob for a moment before he finally breathed out a sigh and let himself in. There was a prolonged moment of silence that he spent just staring at Daesung's bared torso, the pink marks on his otherwise smooth and unblemished skin making Jiyong feel more wicked than ever.

"Are you angry?"

If Daesung hadn't been so lost in his thoughts, he'd have already been in the shower, and they could have skipped the awkward moment where their eyes met in the mirror. Was he angry?

"No." Certainly not that. His emotional state at that point could best be described as tumultuous. The taste of Jiyong's mouth and skin lingered on his tongue, and he reached for his toothbrush, just barely remembered to squeeze on some toothpaste before he jammed it into his mouth, scrubbing forcibly, as though elbow grease alone would undo the mistake they'd just made. Because it was a mistake. There was nothing else it could possibly have been.

Jiyong lifted a hand to his squinting face, eyes shut tightly as he rubbed either of his temples with his thumb and middle finger. This headache was kicking his ass. Or maybe it was Daesung's curt answers.

"Fuck." He muttered out another profanity as he moved around Daesung to try and find aspirin in the medicine cabinet. He'd heard it was bad to take aspirin for alcohol-induced headaches, but when did Jiyong ever follow the rules? Besides, he was sure it wasn't the booze causing it at this point.

When he failed to find any pain relievers amidst the bottles of supplements and vitamins undoubtedly prescribed by Trainer Hwang, Jiyong gave up on the distraction and finally turned to Daesung again.

"Is this how it's gonna be, then? Not talking?"

Jiyong made a beeline for the medicine cabinet, and Daesung took a step back before he moved into the shower, let the hot water do its best to work the tension and soreness from his shoulders and back. He threaded his hands through his damp hair when Jiyong spoke, glad for the thin barrier of the shower curtain between them.

"I wasn't aware we had anything to discuss, hyung." They could just... pretend it never happened. Wouldn't that be for the best?

Jiyong watched the younger walk away yet again, albeit a mere few feet away this time into the shower. He leaned back against the sink, looking through the translucent curtain at the body he had just used. Daesung had been so innocent before Jiyong touched him. He still was.

Daesung was innocent in this, he realized. Jiyong had chosen to visit at a late hour, Jiyong had brought the three oversupplied bottles of soju, Jiyong had pushed him into bed and abused him in ways he never could with Kiko. Daesung was right - there really wasn't anything to discuss. Except that Jiyong owed him one more thing.

"I'm sorry." He wasn't sure if his apology was heard through the spray of water, and he wasn't sure that Daesung would believe him anyway. "I'll leave if you want me to."

Had that... Had that been an apology? From Jiyong? It was such a rare thing that Daesung could scarcely believe his ears. He took a deep breath and, after a moment, spoke up as he reached for his bottle of shampoo from amidst all the product on the shelves in the shower stall.

"You don't have to leave." Which was likely a mistake, but he wasn't sure if Jiyong was fit to drive, and no one needed to be getting into any accidents. "This is the last time, hyung. I'm not going to be the reason a relationship ends." He'd dealt with enough guilt for one lifetime. He'd find someone who actually wanted to be with him eventually... he was sure it would be worth the wait.

One second Jiyong was breathing out a sigh of relief knowing that Daesung wasn't going to kick him out all that easily; the next second he felt his chest tightening, just a little, at the words "last time." They felt like scolding words from a parent. It was true that he had grown dangerously accustomed to getting everything he wanted, to having his cake and eating it too, and to think that Daesung would no longer spoil him made him irrationally upset. Jiyong was really a kid at heart, and that wasn't always a good thing.

"You wouldn't be the reason. I..." I, what? Jiyong didn't know, and he wished then that he could just reach for Daesung in a physical act that would replace the words refusing to form from his mouth, like he had always done before. "Scoot over." He'd pulled his boxer-briefs off and stepped into the shower, reaching for the bottled soap. "I'll wait for this headache to die down, just let me sleep a little here. I'll be gone before the sun comes up."

Showers had always been personal things for him, and it felt like his space was intensely invaded when Jiyong stepped into the stall to wash himself up as well. He grit his teeth in order to hold his tongue and keep from snapping, mood quickly gone sour. But he almost never snapped at anyone much less a good friend, and a looming hangover and feeling like he'd been used weren't going to change that.

"That's fine," he said instead, and he rinsed the suds from his hair before reaching for his bar of soap in order to attempt to wash away the memories of Jiyong's hands on him. His toothbrush was still hanging from his mouth, but he'd finish brushing his teeth once he was done showering.

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