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Sion tilts his phone screen towards Daeyoung’s face, he watches his eyes flicker over the video with Yushi’s recorded voice echoing between them.
"Mmh, yeah. Bye, love you — like this."
He had mocked the way Daeyoung’s speech goes all sweet and easy when it’s Riku that’s on the other line. A strong bond, that's what Yushi had called it. Sion studies Daeyoung’s reaction to his own honeyed voice under the giggles that naturally escape him at the younger’s growing blush.
“Argh hyung. Not you too.” He whines, shoving at Sion’s wrist.
He snickers, clicking on save to maybe torment Yushi as well later on because there was definitely some jealousy in that comment. Yushi’s like that, always a little nervous to be left out, always looking for ways to cement the relationships he has within the group. Sion isn’t that type though.
Sion is easy going and playful. He’s confident in his leading abilities and he likes having fun with the younger guys. He really usually isn’t like this at all but right now he lets the short clip loop to hear again how Daeyoung’s voice sounds like something he’s never heard directed at him.
“I mean it’s true though, you guys speak to each other like a couple.” Sion only realizes he's pouting as he says it midsentence.
Daeyoung drags a hand down his face. “I keep saying, he’s an older brother. This is what I do with my siblings.” He whines again, letting his forehead knock on Sion’s shoulder.
They’re close enough for him to sigh and melt against his side on the small hotel couch they’re occupying. This is why it’s getting all blurry and weird inside Sion's brain lately, because every time Daeyoung touches him his skin buzzes.
“Am I not an older brother too? You don’t even call me.”
He cringes as the words leave his mouth. Here he goes, his stupid heart doing somersaults at the display of insecurity. Truthfully Daeyoung has no reason to call him anyway since they’re together 24/7, he’s just being petty. From Daeyoung’s point of view it’s definitely uncalled for too.
“It’s not the same. You don’t treat me like a younger brother either.”
He stays leaning on Sion’s side, face cast downward. Sion’s eyebrows jump in surprise, the embarrassment from his words fade as Daeyoung meets them with the same intention. He clears his throat.
“What? Of course I do.”
When he turns his head to the side to look at Daeyoung’s frame he sees him as a man. Maybe that’s what it is, his immature ways are easy to forget under the strong arms and shoulders he carries.
“Hyung-, look at me. You can’t even do that.”
Sion’s already looking at the line of his bicep but he snaps his eyes up to meet the other's as he straightens back into the couch, he drops them down to his jaw almost immediately and doesn’t miss the resulting smile on Daeyoung’s face. Sion feels like he’s losing at a game he’s not sure he signed up for.
He reaches out to swipe his fingers through Daeyoung’s hair because that’s what he does, he touches. It’s how he loves. Even though his fingers shake and his eyes flicker nervously all over the younger’s face, instead of settling into eye contact. He lets his hand fall on Daeyoung’s shoulder and keeps it there.
The other shakes his head slightly, letting his bangs fall back into place, as he looks away first.
“Honestly It’s hard for me too since you’re so handsome.” He chuckles, cheeks flushed.
Sion flattens the line of his mouth, head tilting up to hide the instant flush on his face. He tries to gulp it down but Daeyoung has this knack of making him flustered with the simplest of things.
Though Daeyoung’s fingers keep playing with the frayed hem of the hole on his jeans, high up on his thigh, and it’s making it difficult to come up with something that isn’t horrifyingly horny.
“You’re getting really handsome too. I can tell how much you work out.” Bad. That was a bad choice.
Daeyoung’s lips pursue at the comment. “Your body is still better hyung.” His pointer finger slips inside the small hole of Sion’s jeans, if only a centimeter yet it still makes Sion’s skin burn from the slightly more intimate touch. It doesn’t show on Daeyoung’s face though, like he’s doing it without thinking.
“What? You could easily overpower me.”
He has no fucking idea why this was the first thought that made it's way out of him — maybe just because he's been thinking it every time his eyes settle on him these days — but it’s obvious as soon as it leaves his mouth, how wrong and out of place this sounds. Daeyoung’s eyebrows shoot up, face torn between amusement and shock.
“I — I meant you’re bigger than me.”
This is the metaphorical cherry on top if nothing else. It’s not even the sentence in itself, it’s the particular way he said it that makes it hang in the air like a double entendre. Daeyoung’s loud and surprised laughter bursts out of him while Sion wishes the couch could open up and swallow him whole. He groans in miserable embarrassment, dragging a hand down his face. Daeyoung's hand squeezes his thigh once, slipping another finger beneath the fabric. Sion nearly jumps under his touch.
"You think?" Daeyoung giggles.
"I'm not thinking about anything." He presses, looking anywhere but at the other.
Of course that gets him thinking. About Daeyoung's body, how close it is, how much bigger he is. All the ways in which he could be bigger than Sion. There's somehing very wrong with him, especially when his eyes betray him and flit to Daeyoung's lap. Naturally he just had to be wearing gray sweatpants, Sion wants to put his fist in his mouth and crush his own bones with his teeth.
Daeyoung's thumbs starts drawing circles on his inner thigh, it makes his body startle, his knee jumping towards the cause of the movement to knock against Daeyoung's. He had never actually thought about doing anything with the other until these things started happening more frequently, until them sharing a room meant Daeyoung's casual hands on him becoming an habitual matter, but now he's struggling to keep these thoughts inside his head. Even though he's not really thinking clearly at all, he feels a bit dizzy and when Sion doesn't know how to deal with skinship or proximity he just leans into it instead.
So he lets his head fall on the other's shoulder in turn and huffs out a breathy laugh at the situation. The familiar shape of Daeyoung's cheek pillowed on top of his head, he feels him talking before he registers the words.
"Do you usually like bigger guys?"
Sion's brain takes a pause. His pulse too maybe.
Here's something they've never discussed before, and it's definitely two questions in one. One of which he doesn't have to answer in his own words considering the direct assumptions. You like men. You like that I'm bigger than you. Words that Daeyoung hasn't even said echoes in Sion's head anyways. It's almost scary how easily the other had read him, how upfront he is about it. He's a little thankful for it, it essentially means he isn't put off by it. He's interested enough to ask questions too.
Thinking about how to answer is tricky, so he lets it hang in the air for a while, regulating his breathing instead. How does he even come around to it without straight up telling him that No, it's only you, I don't know what you're doing to me. Past faces of men he's felt attraction for definitely have something in common with Daeyoung's, but their frames much less so.
He ends up with something that's a good amount of flirty without being too direct about it. "Only if they have cute faces."
It doesn't matter. Sion's face had come up from the crook of his neck, nosing up the side of his throat. Their noses almost meeting as he answers with a smile that's too telling for his own good. It really doesn't matter, because Daeyoung's face is just as giddy and they both burst out laughing at the confession for seemingly no reason, nerves maybe.
Sion's sure he leans in first, but Daeyoung's smile meets his in the mess of their giggles to do nothing but press them against the other's. It shouldn't even count as a kiss, lips are on teeth and skin because all they do is smile like idiots, muffling laughter from the other's mouth.
It's silly how their kisses stay so innocent and yet Daeyoung's hand further stretches the denim of his pants by sneaking another finger through the hole, they squeeze him again and the action makes a few strands of frayed denim snap from the open part. Something snaps within him as well, it has him on fire in an instant, he thinks he could burn Daeyoung with the heat that's swimming below his skin.
"Sorry." He refers to the damaged situation on his pants, noticing how Sion's reciprocating kisses were interrupted.
"No. It's hot."
He deepens the kiss immediately, finally moving against each other's lips. Sion takes in the shape of the younger's, how soft his lips are, how they slide with his own. He lets his hand cup Daeyoung's jaw and notices how the other's hand is big enough to have his pinky caress the highest part of his thigh. Daeyoung could rip all his clothes the shreds right now for all he cares. He wants to feel his entire palm pressing down on his bare thigh.
Sion feels like a beast when he dives back in hungrier, tongue sweeping Daeyoung's bottom lip, intruding it when the other opens up. He licks into his mouth, hand moving to his nape to grip at the short strands of hair on the back of his head, and so many images of him laying under Daeyoung flit in his mind that he's not even focusing on the actual moment anymore. He just wants, he wants more immediately.
His tongue sweeps over Daeyoung's cute fangs and licks at the tongue chasing his. His fingers digging harder into his hair every time the other flexes his hand over his thigh. He only barely separates them for air but Daeyoung immediately ducks to kiss his jaw, trailing them down his neck. Sion feels a smile forming against skin.
"You smell nice." Daeyoung says, his low voice so close to his skin Sion almost feels it seep into him. He nuzzles his face into his neck.
Sion tugs him back up by the hair. "You're adorable. What am I gonna do with you?" He tells him, looking into those starry eyes of his. Sion wants to eat him up, so he kisses him again. Languidly this time, opening up the other's mouth with his own and taking the opportunity to taste all of him. When he bites his lip, Daeyoung whimpers softly.
"Is there something you wanna do to me?" Daeyoung adds into the kiss.
So much. Everything.
There's no way to answer that question lightly, he grabs him by the shoulders to rotate them until Sion's flat on his back and Daeyoung's hovering over him and simple says "C'mere." as he does it. The other untangles his fingers from Sion's jeans to balance himself on top, he misses the touch already.
The younger man stares at him for a minute, pupils so blown and cheeks growing red. "You're pretty." It's shy and clipped, unlike the way he had called him handsome earlier. For some reason it hits Sion like a blow, he probably looks just as aroused as Daeyoung but he feels it on another level. There's the realization that Daeyoung's never called him pretty before, then there's the recognition in that specific tone, that soft voice: The one he uses with Riku.
That stupid video from earlier replays in his mind, he briefly wonders if Riku's been in this position before which makes him a little sick to think about so he forces himself to focus on the way Daeyoung's chewing on his bottom lip right now instead. It's red and puffy from use and Sion's jeans are starting to feel a little tight.
"Do you usually like pretty guys?" He says with a smile that tugs on a smirk, rewording the question Daeyoung had asked earlier, and laces his arms behind the other's shoulders.
Daeyoung laughs lightly, dipping down to place a soft kiss to the seam of his mouth. Sion reciprocates by shoving his tongue in the younger's mouth, moaning at the sloppy way Daeyoung deepens it with his own. It's a complete mess of licking and sucking into each other's mouths in a way that should be done elsewhere and it has Sion's hips bucking up without meeting Daeyoung's with the way he's holding himself up over him.
Caged between Daeyoung's flexed biceps, Sion keeps glancing down at them, letting his eyes wander over the size of them. His own muscles are lean, which he's proud of, but Daeyoung's are the frosting on the cake of his already masculine figure, with his round and strong shoulders. Or the prominent ribbed line of his throat which he ducks down to lap up with his tongue, sucking his Adam's apple into his mouth. A strained moan leaves Daeyoung and it unravels Sion completely, he closes his legs around Daeyoung's hips and forces them down against his.
With Daeyoung's choice of clothing it's easy to feel him through the sweats, half hard when their hips interlock. The other groans a deep sound that carries an intention Sion recognizes but is still unfamiliar with when it comes to Daeyoung specifically. He knows how the other looks to the public, expecially surrounded by the members of Wish — all introverted and typically quiet in public settings. Daeyoung is quite the people pleaser, not in a necessarily bad way, he's just eager in that way with a softness that's adapted to the members but Sion knows how assertive he can be, how positive and confident he is at his core. So it shouldn't come as a surpised how unashamed he is to be on top of him, how he touches and kisses Sion like that's the only thing on his mind.
Daeyoung grinds down on Sion, his dick already imposing through the layers of fabric between them. Sion's jeans are tight and uncomfortable with his growing hardness but his hands reach down to tug at Daeyoung's waistband instead anyway. At the same time, Daeyoung decides to expose his chest by shoving his shirt up all the way to his neck, face dipping to kiss his sternum, raising a shiver down the heated plane of his skin. His fingers fumble with the drawstrings of Daeyoung's pants, undoing them but ultimately moving his hands to grip at his hips instead.
The both of them rut against each other desperately, gasping and moaning with every slide of their hips. Daeyoung's lips are attached to his neck and his clothed chest moves against Sion's, the material of his tank top rubbing over his nipples from the impossible closeness between them. His head swims with want, he doesn't care to even think of backfires from making out with the younger member he has to lead, or the ambiguous responses he's received when it comes to his affinity with Riku. He just wants to feel his weight pressing down on him. He wants him inside.
Daeyoung lifts himself up to run his hands down Sion's chest, feeling the lines of his abdomen and up again to grope his chest, which rises with a quickness that matches Sion's wild pace of heartbeat. His thumb circles the pink buds of his nipples, hardening them with touch but also sheer arousal from the look on his face. He looks fevered, his face entirely pinkish, his eyebrows drawn. He swallows hard before speaking.
"You're pretty." Daeyoung repeats. "You're so beautiful."
Sion is so fucking flustered, he thinks his face will melt off. He's always been bad with compliments but Daeyoung looks in literal pain just from looking at him and it's somehow insanely worse to see him without a smile, he answers with a whine. His hands move without having to even think about it, busying themselves with tugging down his sweats until Daeyoung's cock springs free.
From the angle at which they're placed, Daeyoung thrusts into nothing and it results in his cock coming to sit heavy on Sion's lower belly. It gives him a clear idea of how much it could fill him, the tip nearly resting on his belly button, and the visual alone makes him whimper. He's big, he knew he would be but he's just so big that his back arches slightly in an effort to get him closer. His fingers move on their own again, closing down around his length, making Daeyoung gasp out at the touch and bucking into his hand.
"I want to see you too." He moans as Sion starts stroking him. The words laced with a desire so obvious he shivers again.
Sion nods, urging him to get him out of his pants, and Daeyoung's fingers waste no time in undoing the button of his jeans. He tugs them down mid thighs and palms him through his boxers once before tugging them down too. Like this, it's easy to clasp his hand around both of their cocks at once. Daeyoung thrusts like he's fucking him which somehow is doing more to him than the pressure of his fingers and the glide of Daeyoung's dick on his own. Both of them are pretty thick, which means that holding them with one hand leaves a fair bit of space instead of having his fingers meet.
Daeyoung dips back down, kissing him as they both make soft and low moans into each other's mouths. Sion's probably not going to last long with the way his stomach tightens every time the other makes a noise.
The younger's hand sneaks in between their bodies to join his. Sion honestly just wants the other to fuck him but he knows they have a schedule early in the morning tomorrow and it's already late at night, plus there's no way they have lube in the room with them. Instead they both fuck their fists with a matching pace of thrusts and to have Daeyoung on top of him gasping in his mouth with his fingers around the head of his cock, it's enough to unravel him.
"Hyung." Daeyoung groans.
Sion closes his eyes to hide the way they flit up in pleasure, the other's hand twisting short strokes between them. Their paces become erratic at once, Daeyoung's breathing is heavy and uneven. They're barely kissing anymore, only moaning each other's name close enough to let the other taste it. Sion's other hand tugs desperately at the younger's hair without even realizing he's doing so, he's about to know what Daeyoung sounds like when he comes.
It only takes a few more thrusts for him to feel warm liquid shoot inside Daeyoung's fist and still have it leak down on his stomach. He continues fucking their hands, with semen spreading like lube, and like a madman he prays that the other comes inside him next time. It's that thought that brings him over the edge, whining through it when Daeyoung's hand keeps pumping him as his hips still.
They makes a mess of both Sion's stomach and their hands. Daeyoung pants from atop of him but stays balanced on his left elbow, keeping him from collapsing over Sion — who tracks the bead of sweat falling down the line of his neck. How considerate, Sion can't help but think of him as cute whith how flushed he is.
"We should go take a shower." The younger whispers, like he's afraid of breaking the moment of staring into each other's eyes they started doing.
"Together?" Sion says, interest clear in his voice.
"Yeah. Why not?" Daeyoung says, smiling again as if to ask what could possibly be the problem considering he just stained Sion's abs with his cum.
"You expect me not to touch you again? We have to get up early you know." He smirks, not actually completely against the idea.
Daeyoung's head finally falls forward in defeat, landing in the crook of his neck. "How can you say things like that?" He whimpers. Sion giggles and lets his arms embrace the boy. He can't help but think that now he's experienced it he won't be able to help himself, the comfort of knowing that they share this same room together tomorrow as well is doing wonders to him.
He does his very best the next night to completely disguise himself before taking a trip to the store. A hoodie with the hood pulled up as far as he can, sunglasses and a face mask high enough to cover his nose bridge is what he wears to go out and specifically asks their nosy manager to let him go alone.
When he comes back with a bottle of lube, Daeyoung's already waiting in their room and to be honest Sion couldn't care less what schedule they have the following day anymore.