•Jᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴍɪᴇs? {𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟}•

15

A/N
I wanna write angst and smut more so that'll be next few chapters I guess.
I really don't know how or what to write after they literally had seggs on the couch but hey, it'll get better-

Please don't leave me here and forget about me please-

Also warning?:
Uhh, making out and touching? (With consent of course)
That's basically it but just skip the part where two certain people make out and stuff. It's not smut but ehhh just in case

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"Damn. That was a good, fucking wild night.", Wilbur thought to himself, laying in bed, blankly staring at the ceiling, smiling. He turned around, looking at the night stand beside his head, noticing and taking the notebook on it. He smirked at it. It still smelled like sex and lube from the last night. But hey, it got him a perfect relationship if anything.

Returning the book on the cupboard, he took a glance at the big window above it. A ray of sunshine just then hit him, making him shut his eyes tightly in response, groaning at the blindingly bright light. Still tired, he managed to stand up, shivering slightly from the sudden temperature change on his skin. He wished he was under the covers again, but isn't that the worst and the hardest part of every morning? Just waking and standing up is hard, once you dress up the day gets better and you get less and less tired, especially after coffee or a drink.

Knowing this, he walked over to his closet, opening it and staring at it tiredly, trying to pick clothes, tho he didn't really care nor think about it. What got his attention is that his favourite yellow sweatshirt was missing. Then it hit him, he wore it... last night, his legs and hole still kinda hurting, but mostly numb.

Once he snapped out of his thoughts, he lazily took the first sweatshirt and t-shirt under his hand, grabbing some sweatpants with the other hand. Swinging his hips, he closed the closet doors with a rather loud thud, which got completely ignored by the male. He walked over to the bathroom, walking in, where he found Schlatt brushing his teeth.

Schlatt saw his new boyfriend staring at him, so he winked into the mirror and his reflection, making Wilbur smile to himself, looking at the floor in embarrassment from how flushed that made him.

"Hey there Schlatt, good morning. How'd you sleep?", Wilbur asked, looking back up into Schlatt's reflection. Pulling out his toothbrush, he tried to speak despite the toothpaste still in his teeth, mumbling.

"It was great, I passed out after I helped Techno get you all to bed again. What about you?", he replied, barely understandable.

"It was good, I had a good sleep but I passed out at one point after we all took a shower, correct?"
Schlatt just nodded in response, looking into Wilbur through the mirror.

"Could you get out now? I have to change clothes.", Wilbur asked, looking at Schlatt expectedly. Schlatt finally spit the toothpaste into the sink, turning it on and washing it.

"Why don't you change in front of me? I won't mind you at all.", Schlatt suggested, sounding both demanding and questioning at the same time, smiling smugly. But that slightly demanding tone made Wilbur flinch and walk in further, closing the door. He felt like Schlatt would keep his word, especially after what they did last night. The fact that Wilbur actually walked in without saying a word, on the other hand genuinely surprised Schlatt.

He expected some teasing, some cocky reply or just.. anything. But nothing happened, he just watched as Wilbur took the hem of his baggy night shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his marked, light skin. It was Schlatt's turn to blush, remembering how much he did with the others last night, and how many hickeys he made himself. Wilbur caught him staring, so he decided to use that.