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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.

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there had been no talk of it beforehand, but kyungsoo was pretty sure that the truth became obvious pretty quickly. he'd gone pretty far with his girlfriend, but he'd never even skirted something this intimate. he hadn't even ever copped a feel because he was a little too polite for that. or maybe he was just a wimp. he supposed it didn't really matter now because they'd broken up a long time ago and, somehow, kyungsoo wound up giving his virginity to another guy instead.

the actual deed had been...different. he wasn't sure what he'd expected. it hadn't been unpleasant, and nothing had been a complete turn-off, but it was completely different from the occasional handjob. at least jongin had met his stipulations about being in bed, but kyungsoo was still vaguely uncomfortable with the fact that it was the middle of the afternoon. it was that, more than the aching in places not even dance rehearsal touched, that had him curl into jongin a little closer, arm around over his chest, and cheek pressed into his shoulder. "was...was it okay?"

Sex, sex, sex. There wasn't much Jongin enjoyed more than sex. Anytime, any place. Sex would be wanted and pretty much accepted. Not that he got to have it very often with how busy his life was. In fact, that was his first time getting laid in months.

He ran his fingers through Kyungsoo's hair affectionately, all caught up in the after-sex bliss. "It was more than okay," he answered with a slight laugh. "You're not in too much pain, are you?" He'd tried to be as gentle as possible, but sometimes he got impatient.

( maybe just their first time together? if you're up to that! )

There had been tension between them for as long as Jongin could remember. Finally they were ready and took that final step. Jongin did his best to make things as gentle and fun as possible. His movements were slow and loving, unlike how he normally did things.

"Well, noona, how was it?"

They were alone in a hotel room after one of the SMTown concerts. Far from Korea, far from others to judge them.

( just a tidbit, they're the same age! )

Honestly, Jinri hadn't expected things to go quite as they did. There were small ideas of how they'd have their first time, and while she appreciated his thoughtfulness, she was left with an emotion she couldn't quite put her finger on.

As she slipped to lay her head on his chest, Jinri knitted her eyebrows together, laughing quietly at his question. "It was pretty good," she offered softly, and then realized that might not be the most encouraging thing to say, and so lifted her head to look up at him. An elbow moved so she could hold herself up, hand sliding over his chest.

"What'd you think about it...?"

( sldkkgfrk sorry. )

"... pretty good?" That was well, anti-climatic. Speaking of climaxing... "did you... you know... finish?"

Jongin obviously had. He'd tried to make things extra special and made a face as he looked at Jinri.

"I thought it was great. Obviously." Some color flushed over his cheeks as he remained whwhere he was, all sprawled out over the bed and still covered in sweat.

[I was thinking a little along the lines of pre-debut era?]

Angry, rough and passionate. And the worst part of it all was that Yixing actually liked it, loved it, in fact.

It was only when the both of them had gotten through all that tide of emotions and unleashing it out on each other that Yixing realised what they had done. Two rivals competing for the top dance spot in the band that they were supposed to debut in a few months time, going at it with passion so raw that he swore he could taste it on the tip of his tongue earlier on. They were practicing into the night, as usual; keeping one's enemy close to know of his progress and how much to catch up, or at least that was what Yixing had set out to do initially. He didn't expect the fluid lines to steal his breath, didn't expect the determination in Jongin's eyes to set that strong rhythmic beat within him, like something was lurching out of his chest, pulling him, attracting him to the person who was Kim Jongin. He shouldn't have spun the other around to press their lips together, initiating what he might possibly regret for the rest of his life. How was he going to face Jongin now, especially after all that amount of competitiveness and hate that surmised the way they felt towards each other (Yixing squashed that bit of admiration and attraction to the pits of his stomach; those feelings weren't supposed to see the daylights ever)? And wasn't Jongin attached to that pretty girl who flashed her whites at him every single time they passed by each other?

"This is a mistake," He exhaled through his mouth, sitting up to find his clothes.

"Definitely a mistake," Jongin agreed with a heavy sigh.

He knew he'd do it again if the opportunity came around and hated himself for it.

But having sex with someone he'd been competing with for such a long time had been oddly satisfing, even if he knew it was all wrong. It shouldn't have happened, but it did and there was nothing he could do to take it back. They could pretend they hadn't done anything but Jongin knew each time he saw Yixing, he'd think of the other boy's naked body. He'd think of the kissing and the clawing and the passion they'd shared for that brief moment in time. And he'd get off on the memory even though he shouldn't because the sex should have never happened.

He didn't try to stop Yixing from gathering up his clothes. Instead, he found himself looking at the other boy's body, taking in a few last glances before everything went back to the way it had been. If that was even possible.

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.

"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.

"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.

"I can't help it. Feels like they might bleed soon," Jongin mumbled, doing his best to sound pissed off and actually succeeding. Part of his job would involve being great at acting, he was sure, so he'd managed to put on a good show often enough.

Glancing away when Yixing started getting dressed, Jongin couldn't help but feel a tiny bit disappointed. The other boy's body wasn't exactly bad on the eyes. It was actually rather pleasant to look at. But he'd never admit such a thing. He may or may not hope have more chances to see it. Whether at practice or at the dorms or something.

Almost reluctantly, he moved to sit up and ran his hands down his chest, right over the spot where he'd been licked. He remembered the moment fondly, nearly getting turned on all over again. But that was stupid because what they did was stupid and always would be. He'd burn the memory out of his mind if he had to. He'd never speak of it ever again.

At the mention of potential bleeding, Yixing turned around, a frown etched across his brows as he made his way over, gaze focused on those pair of lips. Bending down, he ran a thumb gently over the said lip, remembering how it had felt above his own just a few minutes ago. "It's not that bad," He mumbled, pulling away to sift through the clothes he had thrown at Jongin, for his pants were in that jumble of clothes as well. "Don't lick it, or touch it, that would only serve to irritate the skin and it may actually break," He advised, eyes off Jongin's naked form as he stuck one leg through his jeans, tugging it up.

The hand motion didn't go unnoticed, however, and Yixing had to swallow, hard. He recalled all too clearly how his tongue had traveled across that torso, the hot skin flushed against his own. "Fuck," He cursed under his breath, clenching his fists as he tried not to get himself aroused.

The simple touch to his lips was nearly enough to get Jongin turned on again. But that'd be bad. Maybe getting dressed as soon as possible would be a good idea. Unconsciously, he licked his lips yet again. He only realized after he did it and half-expected Yixing to scold him again.

When the older boy cursed, one of Jongin's eyebrows shot up. He smirked and let the hand on his own body slipped even lower. He was close to putting clothes on because he wanted to continue his practice even if he didn't have much energy left.

That, Kim Jongin was such a tease. His eyes were glued to that particular hand slipping lower, and he could feel himself starting to strain against his pair of boxers. "Stop it," He growled lowly, reaching over to wrap a hand around that wrist and tugging it away from wherever he was. "Weren't supposed to even do this, you are my rival, not someone I should be attracted to, damn it," He cursed again, standing up to pull up his zipper.

"Switch off the lights and all when you are done. And don't mention this to anyone else, it shouldn't have happened at all," He muttered lowly, going on about how he should never use this practice room again, or how he shouldn't practice with Kim Jongin in the first place.

Smirking, Jongin let Yixing remove his hand. He knew play time was over. Still completely naked, he got to his feet and made a point to bend all the way over with his behind exposed to Yixing. He picked up his boxers, ignoring the older boy's muttering.

"I'm not going to mention it to anyone else. It wasn't even that memorable." The second part of what he said was obviously a lie. "So don't say anything to anyone either."

[would you like to continue this on AIM? Do you have a number to offer if you don't mind?

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