How To Fall In Love With Yourself [TRANSFERRED]

(~Afterdeath #1~)

Okay, whenever you see whatever kind of punctuation ASIDE from the number sign in the title, that means it's a lemon. Or half-sin. Yeah, just warning you ahead, just like how Auz does it. XD

I just thought of this last night and thought of it first with NC!Genzy but then while thinking it through, my mind just went like: "RESTRAIN DREN, RESTRAIN"

And so I did restrain. I ended up with this. An Afterdeath half-sin thing. No angst yet, dear DefectiveDoge amigo, I have to come up with a plot line that's finally from me, because I seriously have to practice being original here.

⚠WARNING⚠: contains sin, swearing

Last warning before you all screech about regretting this chapter.

But if you do have intentions on reading a good lemon and you're reading this now, I suggest you go find another lemon because I suck shit at writing lemons. Dude.

Geno: lover-of-piggies
Reaper: ren-rink

By the way, if you're gonna ask later why Geno says 'later' and 'the others', it's because this was sort of situated at TSP. Yeah, in the beach resort, referring to the current TSP events.

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Reaper didn't feel right; he didn't feel 'normal'. He fidgeted in his bed often, and it sure did disturb Geno. Finally, after what seemed to be hours of being restless, his eye sockets snapped open.

Reaper let out a huge sigh and rolled over to face Geno. He again tried to sleep, but his own eye sockets prevented him from getting some good shut eye he so wishes for nearly everyday.

He gave up and quickly slid out of Geno's embrace. Reaper quietly climbed on top of Geno, emitting a few creaks from the bed. Once Reaper loomed over his lover, the other immediately budged.

Geno opened his eye socket slowly, adjusting to the light. He quickly became alert and rolled over to face Reaper.

"What the fuck are you doing at this time?!" Geno groaned, wishing he could go back to sleep. He glared at the other, color dusting his cheek bones.

Reaper bent down, his skull beside Geno's, and whispered where his ear would supposedly be, "Don't worry. I won't take long~"

Before Geno could protest, his scarf had been pulled off quite fiercely, leaving his neck bare. Reaper threw the garment, it landing on the floor.

He quickly attacked Geno's neck, his tongue grazing over the bone. Geno shivered and whimpered at the sudden touch. His arms wrapped around Reaper, pulling him closer.

Reaper, without warning, harshly bit down on Geno's neck, making him squeak and scream. Geno had an even tighter grip on his garments than before now.

"W-wait, they'll hear us..." Geno panted out, pulling Reaper's skull away, leaving a trail of saliva connecting from Reaper's tongue to his own neck.

"Well, you better start keeping your mouth shut now~" a low growl emitted from the other as his hand creeped up into Geno's shirt.

Geno gasped, his back arching as his lover suddenly grabbed the remnants of his soul from underneath his shirt. He traced a finger over the glowing substance, emitting a moan from the other skeleton beneath him.

He slid his tongue over the soul, his thumb caressing it, too. Geno shivered, drool running down his mouth as his tongue lolled out.

Reaper thrust his finger in quickly, making Geno gasp and scream in delight. At this point, he didn't care if the others heard him, and didn't even think of the weird questions the others would be asking him by the morning.

Geno moaned, begging Reaper to go faster. He grinded on his lover's pelvis, in need of more friction. Reaper grinded back, inserting another finger into Geno's soul and thrusting it in and out at a fast pace.

They shared a rough kiss, their tongues playing with each other as they mixed saliva. They both grinded harder, eliciting moans from each other as they tongues intertwined with each other.

His soul couldn't take it anymore, and it spurt out liquid from where Reaper's finger is. He didn't even mind it, pulling his finger out and licking the juices of.

Geno tugged at Reaper's shorts, but Reaper stopping him there. He disconnected from the other, a trail of saliva left behind.

Reaper pushed him back onto the bed, a sly smirk playing on his face. "Sorry, babe, I said it'd be short, am I right? I keep to my word, you know."

With that, Reaper flopped onto the bed beside Geno. His lover glared daggers at him, and if looks could kill, it would be ironic to say Reaper would be dead by now.

"Aw c'mon, don't be so sad, we can do it for real next time," he mumbled, closing his eye sockets and turning to face his lover.

"Fuck your hormones."

"Babe, I can't fuck my own hormones."

"You know that's not what I meant, you fucking tease."

"I know you love me like that."

A few mumbles had passed by them, and finally, their eyes closed peacefully, and with no disturbances.

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Ugh, my endings are always rushed- I apologize for that. But as I told you I'm not good with lemons, but I think you know that I naturally suck at normal literate writing where I take everything seriously.

I think TSP was a success because of my shitposts in the book to be honest. This book isn't gonna make the same good impact on audience, is it? 😂

But yeah, I wrote this on a phone. I cannot fucking bear with typing on a phone. Ugh. Also, I type things on the spot so it didn't really stick to what I was planning? I mean, the soul sex in there really wasn't planned, but, eh. Eh, fuck it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Well, I now have to work on a bunch of requests, which I can hopefully list down when my wifi gets back and running.