𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

021 | Sweetness

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Sweet Aftertaste

Y/n was woken up by pleasant kisses along his jawline. He blinked once, twice, then winced at the pain that jolted up his spine, and the stinging sensation below him.

Y/n frowned, looking around sleepily. The curtains were drawn, the window was closed, and he was...

Aching.

"You're awake?" Isidor whispered, startling Y/n as he pressed his fingers against Y/n's cheeks, his fingers cold against Y/n's hot skin. "Did you sleep well, Y/n? Do you want anything to eat? There's a glass of cold water by the side for you to drink if you're thirsty. I've cleaned you off, so you can just laze in bed."

Isidor sounded like he was a cat purring. His voice had clear satisfaction weaved in with hints of smugness — Isidor looked satiated. His voice was a low murmur as he pressed a kiss to Y/n's bare neck, his fingers moving down to trace the bruised spots on Y/n's body.

"You made them so visible," Y/n's voice was hoarse and scratchy, but that only seemed to make the prince more delighted — "I'm going to have to wear a scarf and a coat."

"It's winter, either way," Isidor smiled, "no one will notice." Y/n only grew more flushed when he noticed that the two of them were still naked under the sheets, and that Isidor's bare shoulder was grazing Y/n's own. Despite being roommates, Y/n had never really seen Isidor messy before. As in, Y/n had never really seen the prince with his hair all tangled before, so freshly awoken from his slumber.

Isidor followed Y/n's line of sight and smiled slowly. "You pulled at my hair a-lot, you know."

"Your fault," Y/n said, embarrassed. "What time is it?"

"We overslept," Isidor said simply, cradling Y/n and pulling him underneath the blankets again. "But that isn't a concern. What can the professor say to a prince missing lessons?"

"Abuse of privilege," Y/n said softly, giggling. "I wouldn't have gone to class, anyway. My body hurts way too much."

Granted, Y/n remembered vividly begging for more, but still.

"I would be upset if you could move, actually." Isidor said silkily, threading his fingers through Y/n's hair. The prince never felt so much contentment in his life before, except for the times where he had first kissed Y/n, or well, when he had first seen Y/n. That also extended to the times where Y/n had —

The list would be never ending if Isidor didn't stop now.

"Well, I can't move, so there you go." Y/n answered him, smiling softly.

Hm. Something felt off.

Y/n felt like he was missing something. After he had been caught in a whirlwind of emotions in the past couple of days, the (h/c)-haired male was fully aware that certain things had slipped away from his mind. But Y/n couldn't exactly blame himself for that, could he? His past few worries had consisted of wondering if Isidor reciprocated his feelings, and wondering if Isidor could simply, er, fit it in him. And considering that it had been both their firsts, there was the worry that the sex would end up clumsy, but that hasn't been the case too.

Y/m was forced to see the situation frankly: sex with Isidor had been glorious. Despite him being on the receiving end, the pleasure had far overshadowed the pain. And it gave Y/n a thrill to see Isidor all pent up; all worked up for him. The prince seemed like he had been in heat that day, what with his gleaming eyes and his brushing touches and his searing kisses.