The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

First Time’s the Charm


Their first time was horrible, Saruhiko could admit to himself in hindsight. Awkward fumbling, several more awkward silences when someone said something they shouldn’t have or when Misaki’s fingers brushed across Saruhiko’s scarred chest and winced.

It was too fast, too clumsy, neither knew anything about what they were doing, and every bruise they left on each other’s body was by accident. Saruhiko hit his head on Misaki’s trying to get them arranged, Misaki bit down when he came, and Saruhiko lay there far too sore afterward because they definitely hadn’t prepped enough. Cleanup was also awkward.

He didn’t care.


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