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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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[ I'd appreciate starters for AU scenarios, but if you'd like me to start, I'm okay with that too!

"... Damn," he breathed, when the high had subsided and he was clear-headed enough to think properly again. That wasn't... what he had expected, clearly, since well, it had been better. Way better. Maybe there was something about knowing about Tao's proficiency in wushu that somehow made the entire experience better, as unrealistic as that sounded.

Never mind that they were in one of the practice rooms of the SM building, after hours, and they'd just had sex on one of the practice mats, and most importantly, the fact that anyone who had stayed late could have found them, since they hadn't exactly bothered to keep the volume down.

"Damn, you're good." And there was that temptation to reach out blindly and pull Tao closer, even though there was a slight hesitation because he admittedly didn't know the younger male as well as he should have before having sex. That was thrown out of the window after a moment, though, because most of the boundaries had already been crossed. What was one more?

Zitao wasn’t the kind to usually do these kind of things and now that it was over with he was feeling a bit sheepish about the whole experience with the older man. He swallowed a little and looked around the practice room, breaths coming out in harsh pants and he was starting to worry about the fact that someone could have seen them and maybe they wouldn’t have even known it. He knew he shouldn’t worry that harshly about it how would anyone see two guys fucking and not say anything about it.

His eyes were slightly dark as he looked over to Minho, letting him pull him closer and bowing his head slightly. “Thank you,” he murmured, polite as ever even in this kind of situation. His cheeks were rosy from the exertion and still slightly from feeling embarrassed. Would Minho think that he did this sort of thing all the time? He hated that thought because he didn’t and well he wasn’t even sure how this had transpired between them if he was being honest. But he relaxed against the other’s body that was strong and firm like his own and well that’s why he liked men. He liked the muscular firmness of their bodies against his own.

In the midst of all his thoughts he hadn’t thought that he needed to return compliments or say anything else and so all the sounds in the room were their heavy breathing as heart rates slowly returned to normal.

(I can write her as a dom or sub, depending on what you'd like! I'll start if you want.)

[ If you could start, that would be great! Also, her as a dom please? I write him as a sub against older people, plus I think it would fit their current dynamic!

Boa basked in the pleasure she'd brought to herself and Minho for a moment longer before she released him from the supple leather cuffs and removed the posture collar from his neck. The blindfold and the gag were the last to go, and she kissed her pet warmly as she let him relax against the large bed. They could bathe together after they'd both caught their breath, though she'd be sure to run the water and help him into the bathroom at that point.

For now, though, she curled up against his side and braced an arm over his stomach, other hand working soothingly through his hair. "How are you feeling?"

Even through the endorphin induced high which made every sensation more intense, he could tell that Boa was systematically removing the leather cuffs from his wrists, his arms dropping down to his side. Minho could also feel, even through the leather, the light pressure of her fingers working at the buckle of the posture collar that marked him as her pet and kept his head held high, and he automatically worked out the slight kink in his neck once it was removed.

The scene was over, he registered, and it was confirmed when the blindfold and the gag was removed, and he had to blink several times to get adjusted to the level of light around him, his jaw still aching slightly from being held open by the gag. The kiss was soothing, to Minho, and he gladly let the older woman guide him, his larger frame resting on the bed, the sheets cool on his heated skin.

He hummed softly when he felt Boa's hand carding through his hair, a wild and untamed mess without the huge amounts of product that the stylists normally used to tame the dark locks. He would admit that he did have a craving for physical, affectionate touches, one that Boa would always indulge him with after a scene to get his adrenaline rush to come down. "... Pretty good," he concluded, after taking a moment to think it through. There was exhaustion, no doubt about that, a good kind of exhaustion that was pleasant and left him sated. He shifted a little, inclining his head downwards just slightly to make it easier for her to pet his head.

There was a moment of silence for him to just adjust, the exhaustion setting in more, before he tilted his head upwards to look at her directly. "Was I good, mistress?" he asked, more for affirmation rather than cockiness. It always took a while for him to come out of subspace and transition back to normal, before he'd start calling her noona again and go back to teasing her, even though in both states he'd never really lost his eagerness to please.

Boa smiled at his question, and she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead in response. "You were very good, pet." He always had been, even when she'd first introduced him to something that was a closely guarded secret about herself. But it was so nice, to have someone to call her own, her pet, even if she'd been the one to approach him. She was just glad she hadn't been reading the signals wrong- it wasn't as though she had any experience with that.

"Roll over," she urged quietly. He'd done well enough to deserve a back massage, at the very least.

The grin that Minho gave Boa was slightly cheeky, almost a smirk, even, before he complied. It took him a couple of seconds to roll over onto his stomach and get more comfortable, propping his chin on his arms and the muscles of his back stretched taut for a moment before he relaxed, eyes closing, almost in bliss.

This wasn't the first time that they'd done this, after all. Admittedly, the very time that Boa had approached him about this, he'd been slightly wary, although by now, most of those qualms had faded enough for him to put almost absolute trust in what she was doing. There was always his safeword, that control that he was allowed to have, but he hadn't had any reason to use it yet (and he hoped that he never would). Boa had always taken care of him, not just in this aspect but on a normal basis as well.

"How long more will you be here for, noona?" he asked, after a while, once his thoughts had stopped wandering. It might have sounded the slightest bit needy, but it wasn't often that they were in the same city or close by enough, even if they had both been promoting in the same areas. And while he understood that their schedules had made it inevitable that they would go for long periods without meeting, that didn't mean that he had to like it - the idea of separation, that is.

[ i'll get a starter up in a few! ]

what the actual fuck.

jongin blinks as he stares despondently at the t-shirt minho's thrown at him. a spare he carried around, the older boy had told him, just in case. just in case what jongin doesn't ask as he continues to stare (and hard) at the white flecks that speckle the fabric, an indicator that this shirt's seen better days. it's almost unnerving, jongin thinks, that minho seems to be taking this as well as he is because what had just happened was definitely not something jongin had pegged minho to be the type to do. for a long time—okay, well, as long as he's been on the school's soccer team, he had always pegged minho as something else.

and by something else, he means straight.
(he was also under the impression he was pretty damn straight, too)

and what they've just done definitely doesn't constitute as something any normal straight guy would do. jongin take a deep breath, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, before he slips the t-shirt over his head. it smells just like him. jongin blinks. fuck, that's real creepy.

it's then that jongin can't help but curse his parents to heaven high because this is all their fault. it's their fault for making him actually go to soccer practice and calling minho to make sure that he does. ever since they found he had been skipping out on soccer in favor of dance lessons (ones he's been paying for himself mind you), they went all nazi on his ass and that is exactly why he's in this situation, questioning his sexuality.

then again, it takes two to tango.

and minho definitely seemed as into as he did, even if they had been arguing about how jongin wasn't taking practice seriously enough and damnit, the playoffs are next week. it wasn't bad, jongin has already concluded, but it was, well, weird. because they were both guys and jongin's pretty sure he saw minho bringing some girl into the showers just last week. not that he's thought about that or anything. no, of course not, because last week when he had jerked off (like any normal teenage boy), he had been thinking about his dancer teacher (a girl, bye the way) and definitely had not been thinking about the way minho had pressed that girl up against the lockers the way he had (not that jongin had been looking).

"i thought you were straight." he finally blurts out, and groans inwardly to himself. and award to best after-sex conversationalist goes to...

He's not even sure what the white specks are on the shirt anymore, only that he stuffed it into his bag a week ago and it just happened to be there. Why had he given the shirt to Jongin, though-- oh yeah, just to stall him while he's coming to terms with what just happened.

Actually, what had happened? Because Minho's pretty sure that he's not even sure what happened exactly. He remembers Jongin coming up to yell at him about forcing him to attend soccer practice instead of his dance lessons, vaguely remembers shoving Jongin maybe a little bit too roughly, and was there a little bit of roughhousing?

And then they somehow ended up having sex against the lockers. Great.

Minho blinks, finally registering Jongin's question, and feeling relieved that he isn't the only one who feels awkward about all this. "I am," he says, blankly, before he catches himself. "Well, at least I thought I was."

There was an awkward silence, because no matter how else he could try to answer it, well, there was a sexuality crisis looming just ahead. Sex wasn't new to Minho, because yes, he's fooled around with a couple of girls, but he's always made sure to be careful enough and use protection and thank goodness there's been no news about unwanted pregnancies just yet. But sex with a guy is still new to Minho, despite having done it just mere minutes ago. It's weird, kind of. Minho just thinks that it's even weirder that it's happened with Jongin, because there's something just infinitely more awkward about having sex with one of your childhood friends. Especially when said childhood friend's parents are probably depending on you to take care of their kid, not fuck him in the locker room after practice.

Somehow, Minho doesn't think that Jongin's parents are going to take it well if the news ever leaks.

"Are you?" It's probably the second most awkward question Minho can ask, and it's not really like Minho to look so flustered, especially since on a normal basis, he's probably one of the most put-together people anyone can come across. "Wait, no, you dance, right? ... You know what, forget I said anything," he finishes lamely, because he's just remembered that Lee Hyukjae, one of the seniors, dances and he's managed to score Kim Hyoyeon as a girlfriend.

There's another awkward silence and Minho's not entirely sure if he wants to break it, opting for grabbing his discarded clothes and putting them on, waiting for Jongin's response.

god, this shirt felt like it was about to come apart at the seams, jongin thinks as curls his fingers into the edges of it. he gives it a light tug and freezes because, shit, it actually—he flicks a quick glance over to minho to see if he saw—did come apart at the seams. "uh." it's the only thing that comes to mind as he immediately releases the edge of the shirt and settles for feeling grateful that minho actually had a shirt to spare or else he'd be walking out of the locker room and to the dorms, shirtless.

not that, he's sure, a lot of people would mind that—aside from the administration, of course. he can't help but almost chuckle when he thinks about what headlines could possibly show up as a result.

"kim jongin suspended for indecent exposure"

he catches himself, though, and it's when minho finally answers his question. or, rather, that thing he had blurted out just moments before.

jongin blinks furiously as his response and he's surprised, or not? should he be surprised? he's actually not really sure what's supposed to thinking or feeling right now because the only thing he's actually sure of right now is that his ass kills, and it's not because of the shitter he took during practice today.

"oh." he replies, like the oh so intelligent being that he is. "well, that's..." jongin swallows, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he looks around the locker around, anywhere but at minho will do. "cool." what were words, though, actually, he thinks as he reaches up and drags the palm of his hand over his face. he still has no idea how this is even fucking happened, let alone why.

god, all he remembers is minho yelling him about skipping practices and then next thing he knew, minho had him pinned up against the lockers and they were, well, doing it. like, actually doing it. like, somehow, despite both of their apparent heterosexual natures, they had done it. and jongin had liked it.

fuck, how had he liked it?

a not-so-good feeling finds its way to the pit of his stomach because god knows what the world...his friends...his family would think if they knew this. that not only had he let a guy fuck him, but that he had liked it. he almost felt like throwing up, just thinking about it. well, he knows what his family would do, for one. disown him. he's not too sure about his friends, either. they might disown him, too. ah, fuck. he shouldn't even be thinking about this. no one would find out, right? hopefully?

wait, were they loud?

it's then jongin finds himself glancing around the locker room again, but this time for any sign of people other than him and minho. everyone, thankfully, seemed to have left awhile ago. a relieved sigh escapes him then before he hears minho relay the question back at him.

"no." he replies immediately. "well—" jongin stops himself when minho starts babbling about him being a dancer or something. was that supposed to automatically make him gay? or straight? jongin couldn't tell what minho was getting at. he swallows again before gathering up the courage to speak again. "hyung..." he reproaches tentatively. "you don't think..." he licks his lips and tries again. "you don't think anyone heard us, right? or saw us?" he asks, wanting some sort of reassurance, any sort. he reaches up to rub the back of his neck in order to hide the way his hands were, embarrassingly enough, trembling.

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AFTER THE 'O'

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Boa -- non-au -- 4

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jongin / au / 2

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