The Morning After [ficlet]
the morning after
PG - 13 for mentions of sex
Hojong ;; Hoya/Sungjong
637 words
Sungjong thought his first time would be a little bit more romantic than that.
AN;; because sex isn’t nearly as romantic and perfect and wonderful as you think it is.
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the morning after
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Sungjong woke up in the morning feeling sore and dirty. Where were the lovey dovey feelings he was supposed to be bubbling with? He expected to wake up in the morning as the sunlight fell on his face, wrapped up in Hoya’s arms. And Hoya was supposed to be already awake, watching him sleep with a fond smile on his face.
Instead, Sungjong was uncomfortable in cold sheets, places on his body he didn’t know could be aching and sore, aching and sore. The sheets felt rough, and Hoya was sleep on the other side of the bed, turned away from Sungjong, dead passed out.
Sungjong sighed and shifted slightly, wincing as he moved. He glanced over Hoya’s head and saw him drooling slightly on his pillow.
Ew, he thought, wrinkling his nose. Sungjong stared at Hoya’s bare back and lightly traced the red fingernail marks going up and down. Did he really scratch him that hard? He didn’t remember much from the night before. Hoya promised that it would be an unforgettable first time for him, and all Sungjong could remember was a short burst of feelings and nothing.
Now, he was left with marks on his skin in the shape of Hoya’s lips that he’d have to hide or else his parents would kill him. It was throbbing down there, and Sungjong was sure he wouldn’t be able to sit correctly for a while without wincing. Was it supposed to burn this much after?
Sungjong didn’t really have a lot of people to ask about it. He’d done research about it before the big night with Hoya, and the Internet said that it didn’t have to hurt, as long as they took it slow, stretched properly, and used lots of lube.
Well, the Internet lied, Sungjong thought snidely as he scooted off of the bed, looking for his clothes. They were scattered across the bedroom, and Sungjong was too tired to limp around the room looking for them, so he settled for Hoya’s too large t-shirt and pulled it on with a heavy sigh.
He glanced back to the bed where Hoya was still dead passed out and frowned. How much longer was he going to sleep?
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When Hoya finally woke up, Sungjong was on the balcony outside of his room, leaning on the railing, lost in thought. Hoya grinned as he noticed Sungjong was wearing his shirt and slid out of bed, pulling on his boxers and his basketball shorts before opening the door quietly and wrapping his arms around the smaller boy.
Sungjong snapped out of his daze and glanced over his shoulder at Hoya. “Good morning,” Hoya mumbled, smile on his face. Sungjong forced a smile to his face and kissed Hoya.
“Good morning.”
“Did you enjoy last night?”
Sungjong swallowed. Was there a right answer to this question? He kept the smile steady on his face and leaned back into Hoya’s arms.
“Yeah. It was amazing.”
Hoya’s smile went wider as he laid his head on Sungjong’s shoulder. “Good. I was really nervous...”
Sungjong kissed him again and sighed. “What’re you thinking about?” Hoya asked, squeezing Sungjong’s sides.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Just you.”
Hoya chuckled. They two of them stayed that way for a moment before Hoya let out a deep breath and let go of Sungjong. “I’ll get started on breakfast, then. Maybe we can go again later?” Sungjong rolled his eyes and kicked at Hoya, trying hard to hide the wince that came with it.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Go make some food to feed me.” Sungjong watched as Hoya laughed, heading inside to start on breakfast.
God, I hope it gets amazing later...
PG - 13 for mentions of sex
Hojong ;; Hoya/Sungjong
637 words
Sungjong thought his first time would be a little bit more romantic than that.
AN;; because sex isn’t nearly as romantic and perfect and wonderful as you think it is.
--
the morning after
--
Sungjong woke up in the morning feeling sore and dirty. Where were the lovey dovey feelings he was supposed to be bubbling with? He expected to wake up in the morning as the sunlight fell on his face, wrapped up in Hoya’s arms. And Hoya was supposed to be already awake, watching him sleep with a fond smile on his face.
Instead, Sungjong was uncomfortable in cold sheets, places on his body he didn’t know could be aching and sore, aching and sore. The sheets felt rough, and Hoya was sleep on the other side of the bed, turned away from Sungjong, dead passed out.
Sungjong sighed and shifted slightly, wincing as he moved. He glanced over Hoya’s head and saw him drooling slightly on his pillow.
Ew, he thought, wrinkling his nose. Sungjong stared at Hoya’s bare back and lightly traced the red fingernail marks going up and down. Did he really scratch him that hard? He didn’t remember much from the night before. Hoya promised that it would be an unforgettable first time for him, and all Sungjong could remember was a short burst of feelings and nothing.
Now, he was left with marks on his skin in the shape of Hoya’s lips that he’d have to hide or else his parents would kill him. It was throbbing down there, and Sungjong was sure he wouldn’t be able to sit correctly for a while without wincing. Was it supposed to burn this much after?
Sungjong didn’t really have a lot of people to ask about it. He’d done research about it before the big night with Hoya, and the Internet said that it didn’t have to hurt, as long as they took it slow, stretched properly, and used lots of lube.
Well, the Internet lied, Sungjong thought snidely as he scooted off of the bed, looking for his clothes. They were scattered across the bedroom, and Sungjong was too tired to limp around the room looking for them, so he settled for Hoya’s too large t-shirt and pulled it on with a heavy sigh.
He glanced back to the bed where Hoya was still dead passed out and frowned. How much longer was he going to sleep?
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When Hoya finally woke up, Sungjong was on the balcony outside of his room, leaning on the railing, lost in thought. Hoya grinned as he noticed Sungjong was wearing his shirt and slid out of bed, pulling on his boxers and his basketball shorts before opening the door quietly and wrapping his arms around the smaller boy.
Sungjong snapped out of his daze and glanced over his shoulder at Hoya. “Good morning,” Hoya mumbled, smile on his face. Sungjong forced a smile to his face and kissed Hoya.
“Good morning.”
“Did you enjoy last night?”
Sungjong swallowed. Was there a right answer to this question? He kept the smile steady on his face and leaned back into Hoya’s arms.
“Yeah. It was amazing.”
Hoya’s smile went wider as he laid his head on Sungjong’s shoulder. “Good. I was really nervous...”
Sungjong kissed him again and sighed. “What’re you thinking about?” Hoya asked, squeezing Sungjong’s sides.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Just you.”
Hoya chuckled. They two of them stayed that way for a moment before Hoya let out a deep breath and let go of Sungjong. “I’ll get started on breakfast, then. Maybe we can go again later?” Sungjong rolled his eyes and kicked at Hoya, trying hard to hide the wince that came with it.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Go make some food to feed me.” Sungjong watched as Hoya laughed, heading inside to start on breakfast.
God, I hope it gets amazing later...