bakerstreet | (no subject)

(no subject)

the aftercare meme

"Aftercare is the process of attending to one another after intense feelings of a physical or psychological nature, usually relating to sexual and/or BDSM activities.

Some sexual experiences can be exhausting, and drain the participants of mental, emotional or physical energy. As a result, one or all participants may require emotional support, comfort, reassurance, and/or physical tenderness."

HOW TO PLAY:

1. comment with your characters
2. include preferences
3. roll and respond to others!

You can start in the beginning or middle of the experience/scene, but aftercare should be included in the scenario at some point. Although the meme is BDSM-based, other experiences that take some kind of heavy psychological/physical toll work, too.

WARNING: this meme includes sexual scenarios that may be triggering for some people. Please be aware of other people's preferences, and ask if you're unsure!

1. Hug it out. After a particularly rough tumble, sometimes the first thing you need is a good cuddle. Remind your significant other that you're there in the most simple yet sincere way.

2. Talk about it. Are there things you want to tell your lover about what just happened? Were you uncomfortable about one part of it, or maybe you want to try and go further next time? Or maybe you want to resume to normal and just talk about the weather. Whatever sets you most at ease.

3. First aid. It can be a whole lot of fun to be physically stimulated while having sex, but once its done, those red and blue marks might be a literal pain to deal with day-to-day. Rub some soothing creme onto those red welts, apply bandages or gauze for more severe wounds, and take care of your lover in any other way that might be necessary.

4. Massage. Work out those tight and tender muscles that got all wound up during intercourse. Besides, no one knows your lover's body like you do, so you should do your best to make them feel good and relaxed.

5. Clean up. Another great way to relax is to let water run over your sore skin. Whether in a shower or a bath (maybe you decided to up the romance and put candles all over the bathroom to make the aftercare even more intimate), it's a great way to come down from a sexual high together.

6. Praise. Some experiences can be tough mentally as well as physically. If you just went through a punishment scene together, it's important to let your lover know how proud you are of them, and that all is forgiven. Make it clear in no uncertain terms that once the sex is over, you still love them.

7. Take Care. Make them their favorite tea. Turn on their favorite song, or read to them from their favorite book. If they hadn't gotten their release during sex, take care of them physically, as well. You know what makes them feel better, so do it.

8. Together. Sometimes, all a person needs is to not be alone for a while after such intense sexual encounters. Watch some feel-good TV, eat some junk food together, or just stay under the sheets with your significant other for the rest of the night.

9. Other. Mix and match, or do something else you've been wanting to try.

Shamelessly reposted from an earlier meme. ♥

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ The subtle affections they trade in the afterglow of their lovemaking is more than Hal has allowed with past bedmates. Nevertheless it feels natural. Even the strange new sensation of Zevlor's tail whenever it winds around him, alien but still welcomed, feels like it belongs. Perhaps because it makes him feel like he belongs.

The exhaustion of his body is second to the quiet, insatiable hunger that lives in him whenever they are alone. He ignores the ache of his thighs to better enjoy the stroke of those claws that send shivers down his spine, muffling a hum of pleasure against Zevlor's throat. How can he tire of this man? In every way they are matched and it is becoming increasingly clear that there can be no future on his throne without Zevlor there to stand beside it.

It is a bittersweet hope that he tries hard not to cling to but in these intimate pockets of reality that they make for themselves, it's hard not to imagine. ] Forever, is it?

[ Hal's voice is a low rumble of amusement as he slides back down to the bedding to lie beside Zevlor on his side, their legs tangled. He tenderly rearranges the messy locks of hair that have fallen around Zevlor's horns, smoothing the errant strands back until there is nothing to obstruct his view or the touch of his fingertips along the sharp ridges of high cheekbones. ] And I thought I was the insatiable one.

[ His smiles come more easily now. There are fewer attempts to hide them and it puts a spotlight on his youth. It's quite possible Zevlor is the oldest person he's ever lain with and yet all it has done is allowed them to combine their experiences so that each one they create together is uniquely pleasurable.

Hal props his head up on a hand while his other strokes its way back between Zevlor's legs, walking a teasing touch up and over Zevlor's spent cock. ] How easy it would be to forget the world when the entirety of it is right here.

[ His hand curls, seeking to stroke Zevlor through the over sensitive feeling of being teased. ] When we're at the Gate... [ The words are familiar. They often visit them with musings of the future that awaits them. ] You and I will get a room in Sharess' Caress where I can keep you locked away and full of as much of me as you can handle. Where I won't have to compete with the aches and pains of the road. It'll be only the ones we leave each other with.

[The tiefling's body language is languid, slow, despite the tremors in his hands and legs. While he's well aware of the potential effects of more...intense forms of bedroom play, he's never been on the receiving end. Not to this degree. He feels simultaneously giddy and peaceful.

The hum against his throat prompts a soft oh sound from his lips, and he keeps his hold on the other man, the pressure of his claws light enough to be almost ticklish, for all that they could easily tear human skin if put to the task.] Let's just say...I wouldn't be the first one to call a halt.

[He blinks when Hal moves, then turns a little, not quite on his side but angled to face him. The fires in his eyes are veiled when his lids lower, savoring the touch to his cheek, like a cat being petted.

Strange that this man, young and high-born, has such an abiding desire for Zevlor. It would be easy to think it was all a game, a chance to claim an exotic body for the first time. Zevlor wouldn't blame him, either. A little bit of fun in the wilderness harms no one. But there are other tieflings here; he can name three off the top of his head who would happily bed Hal in the name of a good time. In short, he has options, and that's not even counting his own men.

He keeps coming to Zevlor, regardless. That means something, even above and beyond the battlefield camaraderie and mutual understanding they've found.] The world is--ahh-hh!

[He wasn't expecting a touch there so soon, and the sensitivity makes him gasp. His head tilts back again, and he lets out the breath in a slow sigh, muscles relaxing. The clasp around his cock earns a faint groan--it's still too much, the sensation halfway between pleasure and pain. He makes no move to stop him, though, and says no word of protest. Rather, as Hal goes on speaking, he opens his eyes again and smiles, dazed, a little shaky, but free of distress or resistance.] Gods...yes, I...I want that.

[His chest rises and falls, breathing growing deeper and more hurried.] You make me feel like a treasure. A prize. I would not have thought I'd like that so much.

[ There is no end to the satisfaction Zevlor's undoing suffuses Hal with. Oftentimes he need not be rough with him either. Gentility has its own intensity and Hal has found it to be an effective way to both overwhelm and dismantle the noble Hellrider without compromising his body. Their travels might have been without complications thus far, but he is wary to take from this man in a way that might hamper his abilities should they come face to face with any unexpected trouble.

For now, this is enough, and he relishes the noises he's able to milk from Zevlor as his hand continues its explorations. With gentle strokes, Hal hums his affection into Zevlor's throat, kissing along the length until he can nuzzle the expanse of a long ear. The nip is teasing as are the words that follow. ] You joined one of the realm's most prestigious forces. It's hard to believe there isn't some part of you that hoped it would bring with it the opportunity to feel worthy of being someone's prize.

[ Their leisurely tangle is one Hal disrupts so he can plant himself over Zevlor once more, propping himself up as he returns to his knees between those faintly trembling thighs. The twin beacons of Zevlor's eyes are ones he is constantly mesmerized by and now is no different as his hand picks up its pace. ] There is nothing wrong with wanting to be wanted and I would choose you amongst the many every time, my treasure. My jewel. My blade.

[There is something overwhelming about just being told to sit back and take what he's being given. Were there more pain involved, he'd drink it in just as eagerly, the bite of lash and ropes, the sting of nails and teeth. It takes work, sometimes, to get him to relinquish that control, but when he falls, he falls suddenly, and hard, and he stays there, floating, beneath Hal's all-too-clever touch.

Each time, he's left feeling wildly, desperately grateful.

It's not long before he's panting beneath Hal's stroking, eyes shut so he doesn't see the kisses coming. This time, he gives a deep moan, soulful, lost. His hand comes up to curl around one of Hal's wrists, but it's not an attempt to stop him or encourage him. More like a grasp the tiefling can use to ground himself.] Ahh...oh, oh...it...it wasn't supposed to be like that. [He protests vaguely, not quite able to parse the verbal teasing.] I was only trying to serve my people, our masters, our city.

[Which is true, but it's also true that since being cast out of Elturel, he is desperately in need of self-worth, all of his having been torn away in one swipe.

His eyes open again as Hal moves between his knees, gaze flicking over his body before refocusing on his face raptly, half trying to read him, half just admiring the affection in his eyes. His own hips are canted helplessly upwards, thighs quivering, as if his body can't decide whether it wants more or less. Hypersensitivity is already fading, though, dissolving into pure pleasure.

It's the words, though: reassurance and praise which, honestly after decades of being a soldier aren't things he thinks he should need. Clearly he does. They're caresses in and of themselves, and he gasps at them, the same as he might at a sudden kiss or bite.]

[ Wrangling Zevlor into submission is a challenge Hal rises to each and every time. Whether it's a hand wrapped around one of Zevlor's horns to better expose the length of his throat or fisted in his hair, the thrill of getting his noble Hellrider to his knees is one that never wanes. Now, with Zevlor on his back, Hal treats him to all the pleasures and pain the road will permit them to indulge in, keeping him suspended in the throes of overstimulation.

His mouth roams the ridges of Zevlor's chest, following the prominent lines that lead him to the peak of a nipple which his teeth scrape and nip at, urging more of those breathy gasps that stoke the cooling fires of Hal's own need. He's younger than Zevlor and has leveraged that against him more than once in the way his body is quicker to recover, but for now it's enough to tease him with the stroke of his hand and the hunger of his mouth.

The hum is purely indulgent as he sucks at Zevlor's nipple, bringing it to a hardness his fist seeks out as it pumps Zevlor's cock with a steadily increasing pace. When he draws back it's not without one final, teasing lick over the nub. Sitting back on his knees, the view of the tiefling is one he admires with a throaty rumble of appreciation. ] You look so good like this. Leaking my cum and still hungry for more. I bet I could spend an entire afternoon keeping you tied up and stuffed full of my seed and you'd still dutifully ask for more, wouldn't you?

[ His wrist twists easily out from the grasp Zevlor has on it, taking away the tiefling's ability to anchor himself and instead using his newly freed hand to join his other, cupping under Zevlor's balls before stroking his thumb past them to rub at his hole, pushing his release back inside the snug heat of Zevlor's body where it belongs. ] Do you need more or have you had enough?

[Sometimes Zevlor gets lost in thought the morning after one of their trysts. He's no stranger to the games they play, the deliberate exchange of power, mingling of pain and pleasure, and yet he finds himself marveling after the fact at how unique Hal's approach is. Maybe part of it is due to their circumstances, but even when he teases like this, pushes the tiefling's physical limits and murmurs the filthiest of praises, there is an underlying tenderness. Affection clothed in chainmail and spikes, and all the more lavish for the disguise it wears.

The restless arch of his hips has eased, only the shiver of his tail remains to signal his continuing overstimulation. Zevlor's body is relaxed, pliant and accepting, but the noise he makes when Hal nibs and sucks at his nipple is akin to crying. When he speaks again, Zevlor drags his eyes open, refocusing with some effort.]

Dutifully. [He echoes with a little laugh. As if he did this out of some purely unselfish loyalty, rather than because every second of it is rapturous.] Y-yes. You know I would.

[His fingers clutch at the blankets when Hal deprives him of his wrist to hold, and he makes a strained groan, letting him handle him as he will. It would make sense in this context to call him lord or master, but Zevlor never has, all too keenly aware of Hal's discomfort with his own place. Instead, he moans his name between clenched teeth.] Hal...Beloved...I...more, please. A little more. I want to please you. I need...

[ Those are Hal's favorite noises. The ones where Zevlor is wrecked with wanting and laughter. Where pleasure twists itself into happy delirium. He smiles a small smile that is hidden against crimson skin, self-satisfied and content, before drawing back to appreciate the body sprawled beneath his own. No, none of this is duty-born. It is pleasure for pleasure's sake, an indulgence he has not been permitted since his coronation.

The only thing he wishes to rule over now is this body. Hal strokes with slow deliberation, coaxing with the patience of a seasoned hunter. ] Tell me what you need.

[ He bends at the waist, prompted into a tantric supplication by the words. Beloved. How could he not want to give this man everything? His tongue curls, lapping around the very tip of him to stir the frenzy that is burning through the both of them like a low grade fever. Not enough to incite a fire, but hot enough all the same to bring their blood to a steady boil as Hal takes Zevlor into the heat of his mouth while his thumb stays in the wet sheath of the tiefling's exhausted and beautifully pliant body. ]

[Delirium is about right. The tiefling finds he has trouble focusing his gaze when his eyes are open. All he can really see is the soft shadowy smudge of Hal's form leaning over him. Sheltering him, he thinks, though maybe that's excessively sentimental. Gods, what a compelling thought, though. Hal has read him well, his craving for respite and care tangled up irrevocably with his need to serve.

Here, the man gives him everything, claims his obedience, takes dominion over his body, shows him he is valued. What does he need? Nothing but this:] I need to be good for you. Make me...tell me...

[Tell me I'm enough.

But Hal isn't going to be saying much out loud if his next actions are any indication. Zevlor gives a sharp, high, cry of bliss, then tries to stifle the noise with a hand over his mouth. It's a good thing their shared tent is a safe distance from most of the others. His free hand twists and clings to the bedroll beneath him, and he groans, wordlessly, deep in his chest.]

[ There is a yearning in Zevlor that Hal knows he alone cannot satisfy. It goes beyond simple pleasures, reaching into an intangible void left behind by the city he'd previously pledged himself to. That doesn't make Hal any less eager to try. His mouth suctions up the length of him, teasing out sounds that will pave the way to his own.

A hungry groan rumbles out of him, pressed along the underside of Zevlor's cock, before Hal shifts forward to press biting kisses up over the sharp jut of the tiefling's hipbone back up to the mouth giving away Zevlor's need. ]

Make you what, my blade? You are exquisite. You are steel and fire.

[ Hal's words are panted against all the angles of Zevlor's face as he carefully eases his fingers out to replace them with his cock. The length of him throbs within the wet heat of Zevlor's used hole, still snug but easier to bury himself into now that he's already worked him open.

Buried back inside him, Hal uses his hands to curve up over the coil of Zevlor's horns, grasping the end of them to better angle his chin up and expose the length of his throat as he fucks him slow. Everything feels hypersensitive and electric in their tent that has become too warm from their body heat and ragged breaths.

That he can sweat when there is a snowstorm just outside their shelter is a wonder he credits to Zevlor's body which is a furnace he happily smolders inside. ]

You want to please me? You unmake me. Can't you feel it?

[ His hips urge himself deeper as Hal's kisses become fanged and sharp along Zevlor's jaw. The regal poise and restraint melt from him when they're like this and he gives himself over to it happily. ] You're home. Your laughter, your moans, the way you draw your blade and lap up my cum. Whenever we're together, I'm home.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only