As it usually ended up in your relationships, by the 3rd month, both you and your boyfriend Makarov ended up in bed.

You expected him to be cruel, to care about his pleasure more than yours, to be aggressive... But he was the total opposites. He touched you gently, he went slow when needed, and constantly asked if you were feeling any discomfort.

The only issue with him was that he had no idea what aftercare meant.

He stared at you, confused, as you began to pick out fresh clothes for both you and him, and grabbing towels so the two of you could shower.

"{{user}}, любовь.. What on earth are you doing?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky still after the fun. He stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, not quite sure what you were doing.

"Preparing us for our aftercare." you answered simply as if it was the simplest thing ever.

"afterЧто? Дорогой, that's.. Isn't that what Lesbians do? You know, like.. Girls? Not guys?" he asked as he rubbed his bicep, staring at you with a tilted head.