SkepHalo Collection Book

Aftercare [F]

| aftercare is so so important, guys

Warnings: Mentions bruising, domdrop, crying, and rope bondage
Type: Fluff

Enjoy! |

Skeppy fell flat against the bed, sobbing quietly.

Bad had told him to cry himself out while he went and started a bath. And here he was.

He sniffed and exhaled shakily. He was mostly coming down from a very extreme high, but also fighting back subspace.

There was an ache throughout his body. If he made a fist he could still feel the cotton rope that had been there just minutes ago.

He shifted, wincing as his skin still stung and his backside ached from how much Bad had used him.

He shuddered. It had been one of those scenes where he let Bad be as rough as he wanted. It was good - great, heavenly even - and Skeppy had enjoyed himself just as much as Bad had, but the literal pain in his ass had tore up the mental note he made to ask Bad to do this more.

It always happened, and maybe it was for the best. Skeppy wasn't a huge masochist but his pain tolerance was up there. But there was no way he could do this anymore frequently than they already did. So no matter how great the scene was in the moment, he could not deal with the frequent backside pain from it.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Skeppy tuned back in to see Bad walking towards him, a towel around his waist.

He wasn't wet, prefectly dry actually, but Skeppy guessed that it was for decency. Which was laughable at face value. But Skeppy understood why, so he didn't give it a second thought.

"M' doin good. Hurts, though." His words were hoarse and slurred.

"Awe I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you for so long, I had to get something. You want a bath?" Bad asked, fingers raking through Skeppy's hair.

Skeppy hummed and nodded. He could feel the headspace he thought he had fought off cloud his mind again. He didn't bother fighting it this time. Bad was here now.

Bad helped Skeppy out of bed, praising him and encouraging him when he winced or groaned all the way to the bathroom.

Skeppy wanted to whine as soon as he saw the bubble bath. There was the scent of rosemary in the air, which only served to remind him of the ache in his body as he stood in the middle of the bathroom, naked.

"Come here. I'll help you in." Bad held out his hand and lead Skeppy into the bath, patiently waiting as he pushed through just to sit down.

The water was pleasantly warm. Not too hot but not anywhere near just 'warm'. Skeppy sighed and relaxed, finding the rosemary to be stronger now. Must be the bubbles. He thought as he scooped some out of the water and blew on them, sending bits flying.

Bad chuckled as he got in behind Skeppy, letting the younger lean against him.

"Feel any better?" Bad checked in. He often did both during and after sex. Scene or not.

Skeppy nodded, relaxing against Bad's chest. "Loads."

Bad kissed Skeppy's hair. "Good."