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Sion twiddled his thumbs a bit. Coughed. Glanced down at the magazines spread out on the little coffee table in the middle of the room. Thought about picking one up. Decided against it.
He glanced over at the seat next to him. His wife, Natalie, seemed to have no problem settling in at all. She was sitting comfortably in the waiting room chair, opening up a magazine. To be fair, this had been her idea. Sion was only here because he, technically, did count as one half of the marriage that his wife had decided needed counseling.
“This isn’t working,” she’d said suddenly one night last week, startling him terribly. He hadn’t heard her come into his office. Sion had been typing away on his computer, trying to finish his unit map for what he was teaching next with his middle schoolers before he went to bed. He glanced down at the time and— oh. It was almost 3 in the morning.
“This isn’t working?” He had parroted back, mostly because he didn’t know what she was talking about, and he was planning on going to bed soon, if not right now. He just needed to figure out what his students were going to do on this one Friday coming up in a few weeks, since it was a half day before a long weekend, and—
“No, it’s not,” she sighed, running a hand down her face like Sion was being a petulant child. The gesture confused him further, because he still wasn’t even sure what wasn’t working.
“So…what, then?” He decided to ask, to try not to give away that he had no idea what was being discussed. He was still just typing, trying to keep all his focus on his unit map so that he didn’t accidentally say something stupid. Natalie came around the side of him then, leaning against the table and closing his computer, nearly on his fingers. “Ow— hey, what—“
“I talked to my friends, and they all suggested we try marriage counseling,” she stated plainly. As casual as asking someone the time or discussing the weather, and not like she had just placed a literal bomb in Sion’s lap. “They said it would help with a lot of our problems.”
“Problems?” Sion asked, feeling a little like a broken record, just repeating Natalie’s words back to her. This conversation had to be frustrating her, and he could tell he was getting under her skin by the way her nostrils flared and her eyebrow twitched. But Sion was being serious.
“The fact that you don’t even know what I’m talking about is probably the biggest indicator that we should go through with this,” she replied. She sounded so sad. Sion wished he knew how to comfort her. She had gone to bed alone that night, and Sion slept on the couch in his office.
The next day, he was being introduced to this so-called “Dr. Maeda,” who Natalie had found through her friend, who had a cousin, who knew a coworker, and so forth. Apparently, this guy was really good, and she excitedly read his little bio out loud to Sion from the counseling office’s website.
Sion hadn’t been very impressed. He didn’t think it was all that cool to dig into other people’s personal lives and tell them how to deal with things. In fact, he would be much happier if Dr. Maeda kept his nose out of Sion’s business, thank you very much.
Him and his wife were doing fine, if you asked him. Sure, maybe they weren’t as affectionate as other couples might be. They didn’t really have sex very often, or even kiss. Sion can’t remember the last time he and Natalie made out. But that didn’t mean they didn’t have any love between them! They just…were busy people! Sion had his teaching job at the middle school and Natalie had her office job and they both were typically too tired to try anything after dinner. Sion spent a lot of time holed up in his office, not paying much attention to what Natalie was doing outside the door. He was working on…things!
He sighed a bit too heavily, a bit too loud. Natalie glanced up at him, and she nudged his foot with one of hers, sending a small smile his way. As if to tell him to stop worrying so much. She looked…almost hopeful, like them sitting in this waiting room was a good thing.
Sion was halfway through devising a plan to “beat therapy” and get the hell out of there when the door opened, and a man walked out, calling for a “Mr. and Mrs. Oh?”
Natalie clasped his knee as she got up, like he needed reassurance. They made their way into the room, which was lit only with lamps that illuminated the room in a cozy orange glow. It was a little warm, and Sion could feel sweat start to form at the back of his neck. He purposefully avoided the gaze of Dr. Maeda, who calmly waited for both he and his wife to take their seats before moving to his own. He was about average height, Sion could tell that much. Only slightly shorter than Sion himself. Slim build. Dark hair and glasses. He didn’t need to know more than that.
“So,” Dr. Maeda began, and Sion noticed that his voice was a little nasally. “Should we start from the beginning?”
The beginning? Sion wasn’t even sure if he remembered the beginning anymore, not all of it, at least. They met at one of his soccer games in university, and hit it off instantly. Then some time passed and they started going out. That was all, really. Nothing about that made any alarm bells ring in Sion’s head. It was, like, normal. They didn’t need a therapist to pick apart every moment of their relationship.
“Well, we met officially at one of Sion’s soccer games, in my second year of university. But I’d had a crush on him for a while before then,” Natalie was saying, and Sion could see Dr. Maeda nodding his head as she spoke. He didn’t…Sion hadn’t known that. Or, maybe he did, and he had just forgotten over the years that Natalie had liked him before they got together. He hadn’t known who she was when they first met. Couldn’t remember if he had seen her before, didn’t even realize they went to the same university.
“He asked me what school I went to! Could you believe that? We had two classes together! I laughed so hard when he asked me that. But he was so handsome, I let it slide. Of course he never noticed me, I was so plain-looking in college.” Sion saw her eyes flit to him for a second, like she was expecting something. His instincts kicked in.
“Of course I noticed you, you were gorgeous,” he said, mind on autopilot. Natalie smiled, a little sadly. She was clearly satisfied with that answer.
“So, you two have been together since your college days? How many years would you say that’s been, Sion?” It was a test. It was a test and Sion knew it was a test. But he knew this one.
“Seven years, Dr. Maeda-ssi.”
“Oh, please, call me Riku. I want this to be as comfortable as possible for you both.”
“Okay. Seven years, Riku,” Sion said, keeping his voice steady. He was going to win this mind game.
“Seven years, I see. And how long had you two been together when you decided to get married?”
“Three years in, he proposed. Said he knew from the moment he first laid eyes on me, which was total bullshit! But I still said yes, and now we’re here,” Natalie supplied when Sion took a beat too long to think about it.
“Hm,” was all Riku said back to that. Sion imagined that he was frowning. He hasn’t looked at his face since stepping into the room. “So, what was Sion like in those first couple of years?”
“Oh, he was so lovely. Just wonderful,” Natalie praised. He smiled a little to himself. See, they didn’t need to be here. He was wonderful, his wife just said so herself!
“It was almost like he was following a textbook guide on how to be the perfect boyfriend. He was attentive, he bought me flowers, took me out to dinner. He was my best friend, we were together all the time. We watched fifteen seasons of Supernatural together and he didn’t complain once, even though I knew he didn’t like it. He just wanted me to be happy, which I really appreciated. He was so sweet in the beginning.”
“I’m sensing there’s a ‘but’ in there,” Riku mused. Sion chanced a glance over at Natalie, who…oh. She was tearing up.
“I’m sorry,” she coughed out wetly. Riku just quietly shushed her, saying something about how you were supposed to cry at therapy, whatever that meant. He handed her his box of tissues and she took a moment to wipe her eyes before she continued speaking.
“It was like a switch had flipped. He started talking about marriage, and I was so excited! But after the wedding, it was like he wasn’t even the same person. Like he just became…this empty shell. It was like talking to a bag of rocks. It was manageable for a little while. I could get a little bit out of him. But now…it’s just. It’s so difficult. He’s never listening to me. It’s like he doesn’t even see me.”
Sion just stared at the ground. After he had been dating Natalie for a few years, his parents had started pressuring him about getting married. So he just…married Natalie. Without really thinking about it. Natalie was nice. She was sweet, kindhearted, always putting others above herself, she was the easy choice. Well, it certainly helped that she was already Sion’s girlfriend. Their wedding hadn’t been anything extravagant, even though she had mentioned wanting a big wedding.
After the wedding, it had been harder to pretend he…cared? He did love his wife, no questions asked, but she always wanted something from him. “Nampyeon, does this look good on me?” “Nampyeon, rub my feet for me please?” “Nampyeon, can you buy this for me?” She was always there. He couldn’t get away from her.
He blinked, realizing that Riku must have just asked him a question. Both he and Natalie were staring at him expectantly.
“Uh, I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked, sheepishly. He could see Natalie roll her eyes in his peripheral vision.
“I asked you how it made you feel, to hear Natalie speak out her feelings.” Riku repeated, calmly. Ah, okay. Sion could answer this one.
“Well, I can’t say it makes me feel good,” he chuckled nervously. “I didn’t realize how bad my actions were coming across. I tend to get caught up in my own head a lot of the time, and block out anything that isn’t my work.”
“And can I ask, what exactly is your work?” Sion chanced a glance up at Riku’s face for the first time, eyes darting away as quickly as they had landed on him. All he had noticed was how huge Riku’s eyes looked with his glasses on.
“I’m a school teacher, I teach middle school science.”
“And that keeps you holed up in your office all day?” Riku was asking too many questions.
“Well, no. Not entirely. I mean, I make lesson plans and stuff, and make slideshows, but that’s not all I’m doing in there.”
“Then you didn’t answer my question. I asked what you did for work, because you said it distracts you. You didn’t give me the full answer, Sion.” And that was just childish, to call him out like that. Sion opened his mouth in order to give Riku a piece of his mind when his wife spoke for him.
“He writes. He writes novels in his spare time. That’s what he’s so distracted with all the time. He doesn’t like telling people because he’s embarrassed about it. It’s dumb,” Natalie said, shooting Sion a look. He just stared down at the split skin by his thumbnail.
“Okay, see? That wasn’t so hard. So, Sion, what do you think is something you could work on this week to make your wife feel more seen?” Riku asked. He pushed his glasses up his nose and Sion thought he looked stupid.
“Um, I…” Sion mumbled, looking for the right words. What did everyone want to hear right now? Usually he was better about reading situations like this. “I…could take more breaks. Or even take days off from writing. That might do some good for myself, too, not just Natalie. I could try to make more of an effort to…be there for you. Or at least be present in the moment.” Natalie smiled at him, eyes still wet with unshed tears.
The appointment dragged on, and Sion began to feel like he was being disproportionately dogpiled. Riku was doing a wonderful job of getting Natalie to open up about all the problems she felt she had with Sion, and Sion just got to sit and take it. He felt like he wasn’t really getting a fair shot to defend himself here. By the end of the session, he couldn't help but feel a little bitter. Why didn’t he get the opportunity to talk about Natalie the way she had talked about him? Granted, he didn’t really have anything negative to say about her. But he didn’t really have anything positive to say either. It was still unfair, in his opinion.
Before letting them go, Riku asked if they wanted to have another session.
“I think we definitely should,” Natalie said before Sion had the chance to voice his own opinion. “This was so helpful,” she added. Was it? Sion wasn’t too sure about that. Riku just nodded and opened his planner. He offered them an appointment at the beginning of the next month, of which Natalie readily accepted before Sion could get a word in. Again.
“Now remember. Sion, you’re going to work on being more present, in the moment for Natalie, right?” He nodded. “And Natalie, you’re going to work on not pestering Sion when he’s in his work mode, right?” She nodded as well. “Perfect. Your homework, on top of that, is to go on at least one date together, outside of the house. It doesn’t matter what you do, but it needs to be away from teaching, away from writing, away from sending emails. Just enjoy each other’s company for a few hours one night sometime this month.”
Both Sion and Natalie nodded and said thank you, turning to head out.
“Oh, and Sion? One last thing.”
Sion turns around, focusing solely on Riku’s shoulder. “Yes?”
“If this is going to work out with me as your therapist, I need you to be able to address me properly.” Sion felt his cheeks heat up. What the fuck?
“You asked me not to call you Dr. Maeda—” He tried to get out, but Riku stopped him with a raised palm.
“I don’t mean it like that. I meant the way you seem to ignore my presence. You can’t look at me when you’re speaking to me. If I make you uncomfortable in any way, then this isn’t going to work. So you need to be able to interact with me normally, or else I can see if a different therapist in the building has availability to see you two next month.”
And that’s…fine. That’s fine. As much as Sion doesn’t want to be here, he realizes that there’s no getting out of it. And he really didn't want to go through that introductory appointment with another therapist.
“Okay, I’m sorry, Riku-ssi,” Sion said, looking up at his face for the first time this entire appointment.
The first thing Sion noticed was warmth. Warm brown eyes peering at him from behind a pair of thick glasses. Smooth, tan skin that looked soft to the touch. Fairly long black hair, the kind that might make Sion mistake Riku for a girl if he saw the other man out on the street. Full, pink lips that turned up at the corners slightly in a small smile. Cheeks blushing red. Why was he blushing?
“There we go, Sion. That wasn’t too hard, now, was it? Alright you two, don’t forget your homework, and I’ll see you next month, okay? Have a good rest of your day,” Riku walked them out. Natalie smiled at him, thanking him so much before practically yanking Sion’s arm off in an effort to get back to their car.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Natalie blurted out immediately upon sitting down in the passenger seat. Sion was pretty sure the entire reason they just had that appointment was to stop their apparent “constant fighting,” but what did he know? Apparently not a lot, he was learning today.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he decided was the safest option to say here as he backed the car out and started bringing them home. Natalie just squinted at him, like she was trying to get a read on if he was being serious or not.
“You were all weird with Dr—with Riku,” she finally said, much calmer this time. As if she had determined that Sion really was just that clueless. “I’m sorry for bursting out at you like that, also,” she tacked on at the end. She did actually look a little regretful. Sion supposed he’ll believe her, this time. He was still a little hurt by all the mean things she said about him to Riku, but he was trying to understand that she was paying for therapy, so she needed to come up with something to complain about. Even if it meant making up rude things about how Sion was ‘absent’ most of the time or that he “wasn’t caring or loving.”
“I’m just…this is all new to me. Therapy, and stuff. I’m not used to it. Other people poking around in my brain makes me anxious, Natalie. So I’m sorry that I was a little standoffish with Riku.” He reached over the center console and placed a hand on Natalie’s thigh. He squeezed it, hoping that it came across as comforting.
Natalie smiled softly, looking down at Sion’s hand and the way it nearly enveloped around her whole thigh. She placed her own hand on top of his and squeezed it back.
“Yeobo, it’s okay. That’s why we’re doing this, so that we become the best version of ourselves.” Sion thought he already was the best version of himself. Isn’t that why Natalie married him? Because he was so great? “We’ll get through this together, I know we will. And we’ll come out stronger than ever, okay?”
“Okay, Natalie,” Sion dutifully replied. She gave him a bright smile back.
“Now, we have a date to plan!”
This was going to be a long month.
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A month went by, and Sion found himself sitting back in the same warmly lit room, wringing his hands as Riku jotted down a few things in his notebook. Natalie sat next to him, fiddling with a loose thread on a throw pillow on one of Riku’s chairs. Sion felt uncharacteristically nervous.
See, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Riku.
He wasn’t really sure why, exactly. But whenever he closed his eyes, he saw Riku staring back at him. When he went to sleep, he was always back in Riku’s office, the man of the hour looming over him. He wondered if maybe it was some sort of trauma response.
When he had asked Natalie about it, she had told him to stop being so ridiculous. So clearly, he was on his own here.
He had settled on chalking up his nerves to the fact that he was anxious about getting dogpiled again. He and Natalie had gone on a few dates, actually, in the month in between appointments, but Sion didn’t really feel like their relationship had changed any. She still kind of annoyed him when he was trying to work. And he still sort of avoided her when he was home. He was afraid that Riku was going to tell them there was no hope for them, and that they should just give up and divorce. Natalie might bother him, but he couldn’t imagine a life without her.
So here they were.
Natalie was talking, but Sion wasn’t listening to what she was saying at all. He was too busy thinking about just why Riku was making him feel so…weird. Was it really just because he was a therapist? It was true Sion had never been to therapy before, but he genuinely felt he was above all of this. Therapy was stupid, and he wasn’t someone who would benefit from it. In fact, all it really did was make him bottle up his emotions even harder, because no one should be allowed access to his brain like that. Not Natalie, and certainly not Riku.
Riku. Riku and his stupid, silky looking hair, with bangs that fell into his eyes more often than not. Shouldn’t doctors at least try to look more professional? He also had glasses that made his eyes look really big, like a doll’s. Sion figured that contact lenses would be much more appealing for this job, because his eyes were really distracting. A vast sea of deep, dark brown that Sion felt like he was drowning in every time those eyes landed on him. Like they were right now.
“...on? Sion? Hello?” Riku waved his hand in front of Sion’s face. He snapped out of whatever trance his brain had put him in, locking back into reality like someone had dumped cold water on his head. He glanced nervously at the clock—it had been almost twenty minutes of him just staring off into space. Probably drooling on himself.
What could Natalie and Riku have been talking about for that long? This thought made Sion’s heart rate quicken. Riku had probably been trying to convince Natalie to divorce Sion and move on to someone better than him. He clenched his fist and smiled up at Riku, who looked mildly concerned.
“Sorry, Riku-ssi. I’m just a little tired today, that’s all.” He tried to flash one of his award-winning smiles, one that Natalie always said was a charm point of his.
Riku frowned a little. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that Sion, but I kind of need you to be present for this conversation. We’re talking about your sex life—”
Sion’s brain immediately shut down again. His sex life? Why the fuck would Riku want to know about that?
Wait.
Was Riku, like…was he trying to come on to Sion? His literal wife was sitting right next to him. What the fuck was this guy’s problem?
“I don’t see how that’s important," Sion replied coldly. He could hear Natalie laugh quietly from where she was sitting next to him. Riku just blinked at him.
“Well, alright. Let me explain to you why it is important, okay Sion-ssi? And then you can tell me what you think. You and your wife came to me expressing that you had concerns about the stability of your marriage. Because I am a marriage counselor. This is what I am here for. Last time you were here, there were concerns brought up about the lack of intimacy.”
Had there been? Sion really couldn’t remember. He felt like he would have remembered if something like that had been brought up. Was this guy gaslighting him? Riku just kept speaking, like Sion’s internal struggles meant nothing to him. Wasn’t that, like, his job? To help Sion with that?
“So I gave you two some homework, which was to go on at least one date during the time in between these appointments. This was to slowly get you two used to being intimately near each other again, because Natalie told me last time it had been a long, long time since you two had spent time around each other like that. However, while you were spacing out, Natalie shared with me that she feels the dates didn’t matter because there still hasn’t been any sex. She expressed her concern that now it just feels like maybe you aren’t sexually attracted to her.”
Not sexually attracted to Natalie? Well, he’d have to be blind if that was the case. Natalie was, objectively, stunning. She had a thin waist, a wide pair of hips, and a round, perky ass. She was a little flat chested, but that wasn’t a bad thing. It was enough for Sion to grab onto and squeeze, if his memory served him correctly…
“She’s my wife, isn’t she? Of course I’m sexually attracted to her!” He exclaimed, trying not to let his voice get too loud. Riku was really getting on his nerves today.
“Right, there’s no need to get upset, Sion-ssi. We’re just having a dialogue, okay? No one is accusing you of anything. We’re just discussing our feelings. So tell me, Sion, how do you think your sex life is right now?’
“It’s nonexistent,” he muttered.
“And how does that make you feel?”
It was like there was a bruise he didn’t know he had, and Riku was just pressing down on it with his long, thin fingers.
“I’m too busy for any of that stuff anyways,” he huffed, sitting back in his seat, arms crossed.
“But Sion-ssi, we discussed this last time, remember? About you needing to take more time for you and Natalie? Away from your work?”
“Yes,” Sion replied, brain checked out and mouth functioning on auto-pilot mode. “I’ll work harder during the upcoming month, Riku.” He could see Riku make a funny face at him out of the corner of his vision, but he kept his eyes trained on a corner of the floor.
“So, Natalie,” he could hear Riku ask, “how was the last time you were intimate? Did you notice anything off, anything different from the usual?”
“No,” Natalie replied steadily. “Nothing off. Just sort of…boring.”
Boring?
“Boring?” Riku asked, parroting Sion’s thoughts in a way that bothers him. “How so, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Well, for starters, I don’t really feel appreciated very much. Whenever we, y’know. Do it. He never wants to get me all the way there.”
“Go into that a bit more. What do you mean, ‘he never wants to get you all the way there?’”
Natalie squirmed a little in her seat. She glanced over at Sion, who was pointedly avoiding her gaze. Still just staring at the corner of the floor.
“I don’t come. I almost never come. He used to, in the beginning, be more open to trying different things, to doing stuff like…giving oral, for example, or trying toys, but…after a while, the sex just…stopped being interesting. It got boring. It felt like he only saw me as a means for release, to get one out of his system so he could clear his mind and get back to work. I used to trick myself into just being happy with it, because at least he was still choosing me, right? Instead of his own fist? But after a while of tricking yourself into thinking that, you get tired. You want more. And I just feel like I’m not getting that anymore, which is also why I’ve been a little insecure that he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.”
“Sion?” Riku’s voice pierced through his head sharply, like a bullet. He jumped a little in his seat, eyes snapping back up to look at Riku. “Any thoughts on that?”
“Well, I…suppose this goes hand in hand with my issue with time, huh? I don’t have time for fu—sorry, for sexual activity, so when I do, I’m only really thinking about myself. And that’s terrible. Natalie deserves better than that.” Sion felt proud of himself for coming up with that, especially since he came up with it so quickly. He even thought Riku looked impressed.
Glancing at his watch, Riku moved to get up, saying their time was up for the day. They scheduled another appointment, much to Sion’s chagrin, and Riku gave them more homework. This time, to try being sexually intimate with each other, even if it was just once, and to power through, even if it was a little awkward to be having sex for homework.
Natalie was quiet on the car ride home, and Sion rested a hand on her thigh, much like he did the first time they drove back from marriage counseling. He looked over at her to gauge her reaction, but she had her eyes trained on the road. She looked…nervous, almost, like something was bothering her. He was about to ask her what was wrong when she slowly, slowly started to move his hand up her thigh.
Ah, okay. He understands now.
He slid it up further until he could dip in between her legs, the thin material of her leggings doing absolutely nothing to hide the wetness there.
“Really? That did it for you?” He asked, smiling at her so she knew he was just playing around.
“Mm, Dr. Maeda is just really sexy, don’t you think?” She was joking. She was joking, and Sion knew she was joking, because Natalie joked like that all the time. But this time, he wasn’t laughing.
“Yeah? You like him?” He asked, ending his question with a small slap to her cunt. The angle was wrong, and the slap didn’t carry nearly as much power as he wished it did, but the effect is still the same. Natalie’s hips jumped forward in the car seat, and she squeaked out a tiny whine. She put her hand on Sion’s wrist and pulled it back, away from her.
“Be nice,” she warned, even though she didn’t mean it. She placed Sion’s hand back down on her thigh. “Wait until we get home. Then I’ll tell you what I really think about Dr. Maeda.”
It should be weird, Sion thought, to bring your marriage counselor up as foreplay. Although, it was probably a little weird for them to be bringing up anyone in their foreplay, period, since they needed to be working on their intimacy with each other. Cheating fantasies were kind of, like, the exact opposite of what they were supposed to be doing right now. But Sion couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t making him hard in his pants, just thinking about his wife with Riku.
Would Riku be able to fuck his wife right? No, probably not. He didn’t look like someone who knew how to fuck good at all. He was too thin, too stringy. He wouldn’t be able to pin her down the way she liked. Riku would probably need Sion to show him how to fuck her right. So, like, would that make Riku the cuck in this situation? Or just…a voyeur? Their third? Sion wasn’t sure.
At home, as he was thrusting into Natalie from behind, as she gripped onto their headboard like she was scared her arms were going to give out, he couldn’t help but lean forward, and lick up her neck. He bit down on her earlobe a little, and whispered, “Do you think he’d be able to fuck you like this, Natalie-yah? I don’t think so.”
“Mm, n-no, only you, nampyeon, on–a-ah, only you,” Natalie moaned. Sion smirked to himself, reaching down between her legs to rub circles around her clit. Of course, Riku wouldn’t be able to fuck Natalie right. Riku probably couldn’t fuck anything right. He didn’t even look like he knew how to use his dick.
Sion would have to show him. He’d have to show him how to fuck properly, and the best way to do that is by doing, right? He could fuck Natalie in front of him.
Or, he could fuck Riku.
What?
His hips stuttered, and his movements started getting sloppy. He rubbed at Natalie’s clit faster, her moans getting more and more high pitched with every thrust. He allowed himself, briefly, to imagine it was Riku he was thrusting into, and not his wife. Would his hands wrap all the way around Riku’s waist like they did Natalie’s? Would Riku be all bony, angular lines, or would he have some hidden softness that he didn’t let show in a professional setting? Would he…would he moan like Natalie, loud and unabashedly, or would he be quieter about it? Would he cry? Would he scramble for purchase, trying to run away from Sion, or would he take it and beg for more?
Sion brought Natalie to her climax at almost the same time that he tipped over the edge himself, filling her up so well that there was come oozing out from around his cock. He stayed buried in her for a moment, trying to catch his breath while she slumped forwards, finally letting her arms give out like they had wanted to a while ago. She slapped at Sion’s arms then, asking him to get off because he was “too heavy.” Reluctantly, he pulled out, pulling apart her cheeks a little to get a better view of his load dripping out of her.
“Stop that,” she huffed, burying her face in the pillows. Natalie always did get embarrassed after sex, even well into adulthood. “You need to clean me up. I’m about to fall asleep.”
And so, Sion did. He quickly grabbed a towel from their bathroom and wiped the come and the slick off of his wife as best he could, because she was refusing to move to make it easier. She’ll regret not getting up to take a shower whenever she wakes up, but for now he let it go. As she snored softly into the sheets, Sion couldn’t help but think about…what he had been thinking about when he came.
Surely this wasn’t going to fuck him up for weeks to come. Surely he was going to be able to act accordingly after thinking about fucking his marriage counselor. Surely nothing was going to change, and his and Natalie’s relationship was going to be perfectly fine.
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“Sion, what the fuck are you talking about?”
He blinks. Yushi was sitting across from him, tucked into the corner of the booth, with Daeyoung taking up most of the space next to Yushi. Wonbin was sitting on his left, staring at him with an incredulous look on his face.
“What? What did I say?” Sion asked, genuinely wondering. He didn’t think he had that much to drink, but at the same time, he couldn’t really remember how he got to this bar, or in this booth. The chances of him remembering what he, apparently, just finished saying? Slim to none.
“Uh, that your marriage counselor is in love with you? What kind of bullshit idea is that?” Wonbin replied, eyebrows raised to his hairline in a way that suggested he was just paraphrasing.
“Since when were you going to marriage counseling?” Daeyoung wonders aloud, punctuating with a sip of his beer. The rest of the table nods along with him, wondering the same thing. Had Sion really not told any of them? He must be more out of it than he thought.
“Natalie suggested it a couple of months ago. It’s been helping, I guess. Or maybe it’s not, I don’t really know. We’ve definitely been fucking a lot more than we were before.”
“Hell yeah!” Wonbin clapped his shoulder. Sion didn’t return the excitement.
“So, now you’ve got me curious. Why do you think your marriage counselor is in love with you?” Yushi had leaned forward at some point, trying to catch Sion’s eye so he could ask. Everyone else leaned in too.
“Well, like, he’s just…he’s always asking me weird questions!” Sion huffed.
The entire table burst into laughter. Daeyoung’s laughing so hard his face was turning red, and Wonbin was reaching across the table in order to hold onto his hands. Yushi buried his face into the corner of the wall and the booth, which was probably nasty, but he couldn’t even look Sion in the eye right now.
“WHAT?? What is so wrong with being concerned about that?” Sion asked, holding his arms out like he was waiting for someone to back him up. Daeyoung buried his face into his arms when Wonbin finally let go of his hands in order to pat Sion on the back.
“Sion. Sion-ah,” he said, pitifully.
“What did he ask you, hyung?” Yushi pressed. Everyone leaned in again, waiting to hear the answer.
Sion was starting to feel a little insecure, based on the reactions he was receiving. “He was just like. Asking me about our sex life. What kind of sex we had, if we’d ever experimented with anything. That kind of stuff. It was…it was weird, okay? I mean, I barely know him! Who just asks that kind of stuff?”
“Um, a marriage counselor?” Daeyoung said. Sion frowned.
“Ugh, you sound just like him now. Last time he went on a rant about how ‘You hired me to do this’ and ‘I’m your marriage counselor, this is my job.’ I just feel like this is…inappropriate! Like he’s trying to…to…seduce me! Or something.” Sion looked away from the group, towards the wall. He brought his thumb up to his lip and nibbles at the skin there, a nervous habit he’d never quite been able to shake, no matter how many times Natalie slapped his hand out of the way.
Yushi reached across the table and grabbed onto Sion’s free hand. “Stop picking at your skin, hyung. It’s unbecoming for a man like you.” He could hear Daeyoung and Wonbin snickering.
“You’re all annoying,” he sighed, trying to shake free from Yushi’s grip. Yushi only held on tighter.
“You need to be careful, Sion.” He was staring, hard. It almost made Sion feel uncomfortable.
“Yah, tell him to let go of me— uh,” Sion started to say, turning to ask Wonbin and Daeyoung for help when he noticed they were gone.
Just. Not there anymore. The lights in the restaurant seemed to have gotten darker as well. He nervously turned back towards Yushi, who was still just staring at him with cold, dead eyes.
“I said, you need to tread carefully, Sion.”
“I don’t, I— what? I don’t understand,” Sion managed to blurt out. He could feel his heartbeat quickening.
“You’re getting bad again.”
“What? What does that…what are you talking about? Yushi?”
“You’re getting bad again,” Yushi repeated. Only, this time, he sounded different.
“Uh. Riku?” Sion asked, hesitantly. That would be crazy, right? Therapists couldn’t…they couldn’t like, possess people.
“Control it,” Riku’s voice rang out. It buzzed loudly in Sion’s ears, making him flinch. When he opened his eyes, his whole table was staring at him. Not in the dead way, like Yushi just had been, but in a concerned way. Like there was something wrong with him.
“Sorry, I don’t really know what just came over me,” he sheepishly apologized. Wonbin and Daeyoung just shared a look. Yushi cleared his throat.
“It’s alright, man. Let’s, uh. Let’s order another round of beers.”
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Sion hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what happened that night with his friends.
Was Riku a witch? A witch that cursed Sion with weird thoughts and inner voices that weren’t there before? He felt like he was losing his mind.
Natalie definitely noticed something was up. How could she not? Sion jumped at everything now, afraid that Riku was somehow going to be in his home.
Finally, she snapped one night, after Sion dropped a plate on the ground in the kitchen when she came up behind him for a glass of water.
“What the fuck is wrong with you all of a sudden?”
“I, um. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sion tried. She just frowned even deeper than she had been before.
“You’re lying. You’re acting all weird. Are you expecting to get jumped? I don’t understand what’s happening.” Quieter, she whispered, “you were doing so well.”
And that was like, not fair. Natalie had no idea what Sion was going through right now.
“I think I’m just tired, is all. I’m like, tense, and stuff,” he lied. Natalie looked at him for a moment before giving in and shrugging.
“Do you want me to help with that?” She asked, slyly. Sion figured it couldn’t hurt…maybe sleeping with his wife would cure him? He ponders for a moment before shrugging in agreement. Natalie pursed her lips. She looked…annoyed. Hadn’t she been the one to suggest it?
“Don’t act so excited to sleep with your wife, Sion,” she muttered, taking her glass of water and striding out of the room. “Clean up that plate before you come to bed, ‘kay?”
Sion watched her leave. She had such an alluring sway to her hips. He wished he…cared more. He found the broom and dust pan and mindlessly got to work cleaning up the plate. He needed to get a grip.
Later that night, as he lay back and watched Natalie work her hips back and forth, he thought about Riku. He wondered if Riku knew how to use his hips as well as Natalie did. He wondered if Riku sweated as much as Natalie did, if he tasted as sweet as Natalie.
It was growing past just thinking and wondering about it now. Sion was getting…itchy. It wasn’t that he was wondering if Riku tasted as good as Natalie did, he wanted to know. He needed to know.
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“You want us to have solo sessions? Just one on one?”
Sion’s ear pricked up from where he was sitting on the couch. Natalie was behind him, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Mhm. Mhm, I’ll tell him. So, you want to see me first?” He felt his blood boil. Of course he wants to see Natalie first. He was probably going to try to pull something on her. Fuck Sion’s wife and then pull Sion aside and tell him his marriage is falling apart. “Okay, yeah. No, no, you’re fine. We’ll be there tomorrow. Thanks for calling, Dr. Maeda. I’ll see you,” Natalie finally hung up. She turned to Sion, shrugging her shoulders as if to say can you believe that?
“What, what’s going on?” He asked, setting his laptop down next to him on the couch.
“Riku just called. He wants tomorrow to be solo sessions now, instead of the normal sessions we’ve been doing. He said he thinks it might be beneficial for us to talk about each other without feeling pressured by the fact we’re sitting in the same room.”
“Well, that’s just…that seems wrong. Like he wants to encourage us to say bad things.”
“Well, it’s not bad things, necessarily, yeobo. Just, like, things we don’t feel comfortable bringing up around the other yet,” Natalie tried to explain. Sion wasn’t really hearing it.
“Do you have something to hide from me?” He asked, gripping the back of the couch with one hand and trying to breathe through his nose.
“What?” Natalie squeaked, both of her eyebrows raising up and disappearing behind her bangs.
“Why wouldn’t you feel comfortable talking about something in front of me?”
“I’m not— I don’t have anything to hide, Sion. I didn’t say that I suggested doing this. Dr. Maeda just called me and asked if we could, because he thinks it would be beneficial.” She spoke very slowly, as if Sion needed someone to hold his hand during this.
“And you just, what, agreed? I would have said no if I had nothing to hide.”
Natalie threw her hands into the air, exasperated. “Well I’m sorry, Sion. I didn’t think about what you would have done if Riku had called your phone instead of mine. We’ll just have these solo sessions tomorrow, and then we won’t do them again, okay?”
Sion just huffed and picked his laptop back up. Natalie stormed out of the room, thoroughly done with Sion for the day. Whatever. She could stay out, for all he cares.
He opened a new tab and typed into the search bar: Maeda Riku. The search yielded several results, including his little bio on his practices’ website. But Sion wanted more than that. The next link was for Facebook. Sion clicked on that.
There were a couple of Maeda Riku profiles, but only one of them had a profile picture with strikingly sharp, handsome features. He opened the account only to find it empty, and with a private friends list. The only post was when Maeda Riku updated his profile picture, two years ago. There was one comment.
Lee Chanyoung • 2y • ❤️by Author
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Huh. Sion was under the impression that Riku was a soulless vampire who didn’t really exist in the real world, outside of his office. Like, no friends, no nothing. He opened Lee Chanyoung’s profile.
Immediately, he was hit with a wave of jealousy. The man was gorgeous, for one thing. His profile picture was of him in what looked like ski gear, little tufts of light brown hair sticking out from underneath his winter hat. His cheeks were rosy red, and he was winking and smiling at someone behind the camera. He looked…cherubic. He looked…girly. Twinkish, if you will.
He didn’t even need to scroll down to get the next slap in the face. Right underneath his profile picture, it said in big, bold letters: In a Relationship with Maeda Riku since July 2023.
Riku…had a partner? Riku was gay? That…that couldn’t be right. Riku was, like, coming onto him. And now he wanted to have that solo session tomorrow…to, what? Have sex? Did he want to have sex with Sion? Was that what this whole thing has been leading to?
Sion was feeling extremely confused. He let Natalie sleep in their bed alone that night, scrolling on Facebook, and then LinkedIn, and then looking up people on Instagram, and then trying to find Riku on other things. Letterboxd. Pinterest. Anything he could think of that would give him another piece to the puzzle that was Maeda Riku.
Riku was everywhere, all around him, all the time. Sion felt like he was being stalked, even though he was technically the one doing the digital stalking here. A feeling of uneasiness settled over him.
He fell asleep on the couch, pictures of Chanyoung and Riku smiling together fresh in his mind.
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“So, Sion, tell me. How have you been doing lately?”
Riku sat across from Sion, posed in his chair with his notebook and pen, like he was even actually going to take notes. He won’t be, not if Sion got his way.
“Oh, you know,” he said, vaguely. He shrugged and avoided looking at Riku’s eyes.
“Well, no, I don’t know. How have things been with Natalie?”
It was the solo session, the one Sion had been upset about the night before. Natalie had already had hers, and she had dried tear streaks on her cheeks when she exited Riku’s office. She had brushed past Sion on his way into the room.
“Fine.”
“Okay. Just fine? Nothing else?” Sion smiled. It’s funny, almost, the way Riku was acting like he didn’t know what was going on.
“So who’s Chanyoung?” Sion asked instead of answering Riku’s question. Riku blinked at him.
“I’m sorry?”
“Chanyoung. Are you in a relationship with someone named Chanyoung?”
“We’re not here to talk about me.”
“So you are, then,” Sion scoffed. He rolled his tongue in his cheek, finally looking over at Riku in disbelief.
“Am I…am I missing something here?” Riku took off his glasses and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Sion, we’re here to discuss you and your life and how it’s affecting your relationship with your wife.”
Sion only crossed his arms and looked away. There was a beat of silence before Riku spoke again.
“Sion, are you okay? Are things okay with Natalie? You’ve been acting more and more standoffish at our meetings. I was hoping you might feel comfortable letting out whatever it is you need to let out without your wife present.”
“Oh, is that why I’m here?” Sion leaned forward in his seat. “Not for any other reason?”
Riku paused, like he was actually thinking about it. “No. In fact, I asked you and Natalie for solo sessions specifically because of you.”
“Oh, really? Tell me more,” Sion tried to say alluringly. He crossed his legs and batted his eyelashes at Riku, who sort of stared at him blankly before continuing.
“Well, I already said. I felt like you were acting more and more standoffish towards me in front of your wife, so I figured having some space with her not present for you to speak freely, and confidentially, might be beneficial.” Sion only laughed lightly.
“So that’s the only reason why.”
“Was there supposed to be another reason?”
“What about the…the magic? The…the signs you’ve been sending me? The curse you placed on me?” Sion blurted out, all too quickly.
The silence between them stretched for what felt like hours. Sion felt his cheeks burning, but he powered through, staring Riku in the eyes as he continued.
“You haven’t left my head since I laid eyes on you, Riku. You used some sort of…dark magic, some sort of evil spell to try to tempt me.”
“I—” Riku started, but Sion cut him off with a chuckle.
“Don’t even think about trying to explain yourself. I’ve got you all figured out. You know, it’s clever. Posing as a couples therapist, I mean. Good way to meet people.”
“Okay,” Riku said, voice strained. He was slowly reaching his hand out to his phone, which had been laying face down on the arm of his chair. “Okay, Sion, let me call Natalie. Let me call your wife, okay?”
“NO!” Sion yelled, practically catapulting himself out of his seat in order to smack Riku’s phone out of his hand. “You can’t call my wife. I don’t want her getting in the way! It’s already hard enough for me to understand if you want her or me!”
“Sion,” Riku called out, frozen with his hand still positioned like he was holding his phone. “Sion, what do you think you came here for today?
“You called my wife last night while we were at home. And you asked my wife if you could meet each of us alone. You were…you were analyzing us! Studying us to see where our faults were!”
“I— Yes, Sion, I was doing that. You’re right about that part. I was doing that because—”
“Because you want me to leave my wife and fuck you!” Sion was close to pulling his hair out. Riku was really giving him the runaround right now! Did he really think Sion is that stupid?
Riku was blushing furiously. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, clearly not sure what to say. He settled back down into his chair. Sion was still clutching onto Riku’s phone, hesitant to give it back.
“Okay. Okay, Sion. Is that what you thought?” Riku looked…genuinely confused. And concerned. “You thought you were going to come to my office today and have sex with me?”
Sion shrugged. “Well, yeah, I guess.”
“Why. Why would you think that,” Riku asked quietly, bringing a hand up to rub at his forehead. “What could I have possibly done to make you think that that was what was happening here?”
“Well for starters, you were always asking me questions about my wife, and my relationship with my wife, and our sex life—”
“Because that is MY JOB, Sion. Your wife came to me because she was concerned about the state of your marriage, and I am a marriage counselor. A marriage counselor, Sion. I’m supposed to ask you these things! It’s literally what you’re paying me to do!”
“So we’re not gonna fuck?” Sion asked, catching Riku’s eyes and raising his eyebrows. “What about the fact that you haven’t left my mind since I first saw you? What about the fact I think about you every time I’m in bed with my wife?”
“I think that says that there’s something going on with you that I’m not best suited to help you with anymore,” Riku spat out, eyes wide. “You seriously…you came into my office, expecting me to, what? Turn around and bend over for you because you asked me to?”
“I thought…I thought you were sending me messages,” Sion muttered to himself, raising a finger up to his lips and resting it there, pondering. “I thought you might have been a witch who placed a curse on me to want to have sex with you.”
“Well, surprise, I’m just a regular, normal guy. I’m your marriage counselor and I’m telling you your marriage is falling apart. You’re standing in front of me, trying to get your marriage counselor to engage in sexual relations with you because you’re bored. You feel trapped in the relationship and you dream about cheating, but you fail spectacularly at it every time you try.”
“That’s not—”
“No, it is true, because I’ve been taking notes on you and Natalie for months now and it’s the same problem every time!” Riku’s voice was getting louder with every sentence, and he was running his hands through his hair like he was anxious. “To put it simply, Sion, you do not like your wife. You never have, not really. You regret marrying her, and you mourn the loss of your freedom and blame her for stealing that from you. You blame her for the fact that you don’t have anything published yet, calling her a ‘distraction’ and a ‘hindrance’ to your success. You do not like her.”
Sion didn’t move, didn’t speak, he just stared at Riku, who was breathing heavily and staring right back. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut right through it. Suddenly Sion felt about 10 degrees hotter.
“So…just to be, like, a hundred percent clear, you don’t want to sleep with me?” Sion asked after several more seconds of silence. He really just couldn’t believe that. His intuition, wrong? That was almost unheard of.
Riku just sighed, long and drawn out. “No. I don’t. What I do want is for you to get out of my office. I’m going to make arrangements for you and Natalie to see a new marriage counselor since, clearly, you need it. But it can’t be me. And I would appreciate it if you would respect my wishes and not try to contact me after you leave today.”
“Fine,” Sion spat back. He stood up abruptly, tossing Riku’s phone down on the chair he had been sitting on. He turned around, making for the door, when Riku called out to him.
“Oh, and Sion? One last thing.”
“Yes?” Sion asked, not turning around.
“Tell your wife the truth.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he responded, turning back around and walking out of the office.
Instead of going back to where his wife was sitting in the waiting room, Sion made his way to the single stall bathroom at the end of the hall. The first thing he did upon closing the door was grab a wad of paper towels, cover his mouth, and scream as hard as he could.
How could…how could Riku do this to him? It wasn’t fucking fair. Sion hadn’t ruined his marriage, Riku had. It was Riku’s fault. Sion couldn’t get the other man out of his head. All the other problems he’d had with Natalie before were nothing compared to this. They were normal, trivial things that any couple would go through. Everybody eventually feels bored and tired of their partner, right? But the feelings for Riku, that was what the real problem was.
And now, after Riku had wormed his way into Sion’s brain and made himself quite comfortable there, he wanted to say that he wasn’t interested, and that Sion needed to leave him alone? Right, right. Sure. Sion seethed, trying desperately to hold himself back from doing something fucking stupid, like punching the wall or kicking the door.
He sat down on the lid of the toilet seat and sighed, burying his face in his hands. He thought about Riku. He thought about how good Riku looked yelling at him back in his office. The way his stare was blank and cold, but his cheeks were bright pink. They gave him away. He thought about what they would be doing right now if Riku hadn’t just pushed him away. Would Sion have him bent over his desk? Or would Riku be sitting in his lap, riding him until his thighs were shaking and Sion had to take over?
Sion brought a hand down from his head to palm lightly over the front of his jeans. He wasn’t fully hard, not yet, but it wouldn’t take much. He could…use this. Use the release after the adrenaline rush he just got in Riku’s office.
He kept rubbing, applying more pressure until he was just, essentially, humping the palm of his hand. Stupid Riku, he thought to himself. Stupid fucking Riku with his stupid fucking hair and his stupid fucking face and his stupid fucking—
It was teetering on the edge of too much, but at the same time, it wasn’t nearly enough. Sion unzipped his jeans, pulling his pants down to his knees and freeing his cock from his briefs faster than he’s ever done in his life. He had to make this quick, so that Natalie wouldn’t worry.
Riku…might have been right. About him not liking his wife very much. He chose not to dwell on this too hard, furiously twisting his wrist up and down his cock, pretending that it was Riku’s hand gripping him tightly. Riku’s thumbnail digging into his tip in a way that was almost too painful. Riku’s hands were bigger than Sion’s own. He wondered if Riku would be able to fully wrap a hand around both of their dicks at once. He probably could. And that thought should embarrass Sion, but it really only makes him harder.
Feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge, Sion grabbed another wad of toilet paper and held it over his tip, ready to catch whatever came out and avoid any mess. All it took was a few more tugs and a passing thought of Riku’s large, sparkly eyes looking up at him for Sion to promptly seize up and spill into the tissue.
He leaned back against the toilet backing, panting heavily. His phone buzzed in his pocket— probably Natalie, asking where he was. He glanced down at the toilet paper in his hand and just…stared at it. For a moment, he felt like a complete and total fucking failure of a human being. A pathetic waste of oxygen. He was ruining his wife’s life because despite being unhappy, he was too selfish to let her go. And he was greedy, so fucking greedy, trying to keep Natalie close while pining after Riku.
But then the storm broke, and the bad thoughts went away, and all Sion was left with was a dirty, cum covered wad of toilet paper and his softening dick hanging out of his jeans. Carefully, he placed the toilet paper on the sink counter right next to him before standing up and tucking himself back into his underwear and putting his jeans back on.
He stopped in front of the sink and splashed some water on his face quickly to completely rid himself of any lingering negative thoughts. He smoothed out a wrinkle on his shirt, picked up his toilet paper, and then quietly, he made his way out of the bathroom.
As he ambled up the hallway, back towards the waiting room, he stopped, once again, in front of Riku’s door. If he listened hard enough, he could hear Riku on the phone on the other side, but he couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. He looked at the doorknob. He wanted to burst into the room, take Riku by surprise, scream, kick, attack, something. But instead, he just…frowned. He brought up his hand, the one that was clutching the toilet paper, and he pressed it to the door, cum side pressed into the wood. He smeared it in one big stripe across the door— hard to miss. He left the toilet paper on the floor in front of the door, hoping Riku would step on it.
Riku could deny him all he wanted, but Sion’s sperm will, hopefully, seep into the wood of the door to Riku’s office, and he’ll be there for a long, long time. A constant reminder, the lingering presence you just couldn’t shake.
He stepped back to admire his work for a moment before walking back out to Natalie. She stood up immediately, huffing and walking over to him.
“Where the hell have you been? Your session ended, like, twenty minutes ago!” She had clearly been biting at the skin on her lips.
“We were just talking, you know. Bro to bro,” Sion replied easily.
“I was worried something went wrong,” Natalie whispered to him as they walked out of the building and to their car.
“Natalie, I’m fine. Everything’s okay. We went over time, and then I had to use the bathroom.” Natalie narrowed her eyes at him, but let it go otherwise.
“Fine, but you owe me dinner for making me wait so long,” she teased. Sion balked.
“So long? It was only twenty minutes!”
“Only twenty minutes? Yah, Oh Sion! I should smack you upside the head twenty times and see how you feel about only twenty—”
They kept bickering as they got into the car, and all the way home, and while making dinner, eating dinner, cleaning up dinner. They bickered and talked and laughed all evening, and that night, while Natalie rode Sion relentlessly, they couldn’t stop talking to each other. Conversing.
Sion almost felt lighter. Like the confrontation with Riku, and the fact that it had gone poorly, had allowed him to let go. He would no longer spend his days thinking about Riku and what could have been. Instead, he was going to focus on himself and his wife. He was going to focus on making sure Natalie is happy.
And the next day, when Riku called Natalie’s phone and told her that he could no longer keep them as his patients for “personal reasons”, Sion didn’t let it affect him at all. He didn’t get bothered by it, and he certainly didn’t get excited about Riku calling him a “personal reason.”
Natalie was a little distraught, but Sion consoled her by saying that they had healed enough already, they didn’t need more therapy. Natalie didn’t seem to agree, but Sion didn’t let that bother him either. He told her he’ll help her look for a new one.
“Or maybe it doesn’t have to be a marriage counselor,” she mused. “Maybe we can just get our own individual therapists. You know, separately.” Sion shrugged.
“I don’t really think I need one of those, Natalie.”
“I think you do. This was me trying to subtly tell you you do, jagi.” Oh. Alright.
Whatever his wife wanted, he supposed. He was a changed man, one who genuinely cared about his wife’s wants and needs now.
He thought about Riku. He thought about long, dark hair, and big eyes hidden behind thick glasses. He thought about semen drying to the wood of the door, and he realized he could let go now.
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He took it back. He couldn’t. He couldn’t let go.
Sion found himself standing in a dingy, dimly lit bar in Gwangjin, staring straight at the back of someone he thought might be Riku. Dr. Maeda. His Riku.
He felt frozen in time, watching in slow motion as the man next to Riku wrapped an arm tightly around his waist. He whispered something into Riku’s ear that was apparently really funny, because Riku tips his head back and laughs. What had Riku’s partner's name been? Taehyun? Chanyoung? He thinks it was Chanyoung.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Sion found himself walking up to the couple. He cleared his throat, and Chanyoung glanced back at him and made a face. Sion tried to put on his most charming smile, but Chanyoung only looked away. Riku didn’t turn around.
“Excuse me,” Sion tried again. “I’m sorry, but are you Maeda Riku?”
Now Chanyoung was really giving him a stink eye. Riku turned around slowly, making eye contact with Sion for the first time in about 4 months. The shudder that racked up Sion’s spine brings every memory rushing back— the sheer obsession Sion had felt over him.
Riku was quiet, but Sion could see in his eyes the recognition. He paused, like he was thinking for a moment.
“It’s Sion,” he helpfully added. “You used to—”
“I remember who you are,” Riku cut him off abruptly. “I remember you.” He turned back towards the bar briefly, picking up his drink. Then he whipped around, leaning forward a little and splashing the entire thing in Sion’s face.
Chanyoung gasped, putting an arm around Riku and pulling him back. Sion just stood there, smiling. He kept grinning as he wiped his face, because this reaction was good. This meant Riku wasn’t over him. No reaction would have been more devastating.
“You,” Riku started, voice already a bit too high for the relatively chill atmosphere of the bar. “You disgusting fucking pig.”
“Hey, hey, no fighting at my bar, guys. Don’t make me call the cops,” the bartender appeared in front of them. Sion’s hair was dripping while he apologized to the bartender, and Riku left a little extra in the tip when he ordered another beer.
“Hey, Riku, that wasn’t very nice, hmm? I thought we were close?”
“That was when— you’re not my patient anymore, Sion.” Just hearing Riku say his name again after all these months made Sion’s dick twitch with interest in his pants. “So what? You’re stalking me now?”
“Stalking you? I’m out at the bar! A man can’t go out for a drink anymore?” Riku narrowed his eyes at him.
“Alone? You don’t live around here, Sion.”
“You remember where I live?”
“Fuck off. Where’s Natalie?”
“Home. Sleeping. Why? Worried she’ll see us?”
“Excuse me,” Chanyoung interrupted. “Do I know you?” His voice was softer than Sion would have thought.
“Sorry, how rude of me!” He reached his hand out like he was going to shake Chanyoung’s. “Oh Sion, I don’t believe we’ve met before—”
“Don’t fucking touch him,” Riku snapped, reaching between them and smacking Sion’s hand. He retracted it, smiling sickeningly sweet up at Chanyoung.
“Sorry, he won’t let me be polite and shake your hand.”
“Hyung,” Chanyoung said quietly to Riku. “Isn’t he—”
“Yes, he is.” Chanyoung looked frightened.
“Do you want me to—”
“No, hyung‘ll be fine. Okay? Just…why don’t you go wait in the car. I’ll come out when I’m done, okay?”
Chanyoung looked uncomfortable, glancing between Riku’s serious face and Sion’s smug one. “Um, I don’t really want to, but, uh, okay,” he muttered, taking one last sip of his beer before sliding off his seat and heading out of the bar.
Sion immediately hopped up into Chanyoung’s unoccupied seat, getting right up into Riku’s personal space.
“Hyung, that’s cute. Can I call you that? You wanna be my hyung?”
“No, I really fucking don’t, actually,” Riku spat back.
“Aww, okay. Maybe I’ll be the hyung, then,” Sion grinned.
“Okay, Sion. I’ll bite. Why the fuck are you here? Why are you here, at this shitty bar in Gwangjin, while Natalie is at home sleeping?”
Sion shrugged. He picked up Chanyoung’s beer and knocked back what had been left at the bottom. “I wanted a drink,” he said. Riku only seemed to be getting angrier by the second.
“That doesn’t answer me,” he gritted out. “How’d you know I was going to be here?”
“Call it a hunch,” Sion smirked. This had been the third bar he checked, after seeing that Chanyoung had posted a mirror selfie of the two of them on his Instagram story with the caption “going out tonite!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🌈”
So. He supposed he never did end up letting Riku go.
“You know, you’re lucky I don’t call the fucking cops on you. File a restraining order,” Riku muttered as he took another swig of his beer.
“I don’t think you actually want that,” Sion said, reaching a hand out to place over Riku’s.
“Don’t— Don’t fucking TOUCH ME!” Riku yelled a little too loudly, earning them a “final warning” from the bartender. Sion stood up, gripping Riku’s wrist tightly.
“What are you— hey, hey! Stop!” Riku was scratching at his arm as Sion dragged him away to the bathroom, pulling him inside and forcefully pushing him into a stall, closing the door behind them.
“Stop being so fucking loud, Riku-yah,” Sion said mockingly. “Hyung just wanted to talk, and you’re gonna get us fucking arrested.” Riku stared at him for a moment, backed against the wall with the toilet between his legs. This stall really was too small for the both of them. Sion was not exactly massive, but he was tall. In fact, they both were, Riku only standing a couple of inches shorter than Sion. Their height difference was miniscule at best. But that height difference mattered, at least to Sion.
“Don’t you fucking put your hands on me,” Riku whisper-yelled this time. Sion backed up best he could in the small space and raised his hands up in mock surrender.
“I just wanted to talk, like I said.”
“Okay, so fucking talk. Chanyoung is waiting for me.”
“Why did you drop me and Natalie?” Riku laughed right in his face.
“Are you being serious right now?” When Sion didn’t respond, Riku stopped laughing, wiping at his eye. “Oh my God, for-fucking-real? I told you I was dropping you after that whole incident in my office. You know, the one where you claimed I was a witch casting magic spells on you to seduce you? And you tried to convince me to sleep with you?”
“Alright, alright, I remember, I was there. But you said you’d help us find a new therapist after. And when you called to tell us you were dropping us, you didn’t. You just cut us loose.” Riku gave him a funny face then.
“Okay, Sion. Let me explain to you something. You came to me for marriage problems, and the entire time you very clearly exhibited signs of…something, I don’t even know what. You very clearly hated your life and what cards you were dealt. I was new. I was exciting to you. Something to discover, something to conquer, to save you from your monotonous life, right? You made up that whole fucking narrative about me seducing you because you were embarrassed that you didn’t love your wife anymore. And when I didn’t return your advances, you got angry. You covered my fucking office door in semen, Sion. Who the fuck does that? You wanted me to keep in contact with you, keep helping you two after that? Again, you’re lucky I didn’t have you arrested.”
Sion’s smile only grew wider and wider throughout Riku’s whole monologue.
“You wanna know what I think?”
“Not really, but you’re gonna tell me anyways, aren’t you?”
“I think you’re attracted to me, and you don’t know how to fucking deal with it.” Sion was crowding back into Riku’s space now. Riku sputtered.
“Are you— What the fuck— Is that all you got from that whole spiel? Are you actually out of your Goddamn mind?”
“I think that if you were truly scared, really turned off by me, you would have shut this down a long while ago, huh? You would have called the cops, filed the restraining order. You would have blocked me on social media, which I know you know I stalk. There’s logical steps, Riku, to dealing with sticky situations like this. And you haven’t taken a single one of them.”
“That’s not— I don’t—” Riku was floundering. He was blushing bright pink and there was a sheen of sweat on his face that Sion wanted to lick off.
“I think you like the attention I give you. You liked picking my brain during our sessions. Maybe I am crazy, but I know I wasn’t imagining that spark. Tell me I’m wrong,” he said in a low voice. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll turn around and go back home to Natalie. I’ll climb back into bed with her and I’ll wrap my arms around her back and I’ll hump against her ass until I—” Riku reached out quickly and pulled on Sion’s shirt, pulling him close to his face and shutting him up.
“Do you have any idea how absolutely fucking disgusting you are?” He whispered, staring into Sion’s eyes with nothing but cold indifference. Sion only chuckled.
“I think I’ve got a good idea about that.”
Their first kiss wasn’t sweet by any means. Riku crashed into Sion so hard he was worried one of their noses might be broken, and Riku was seemingly trying to devour him. Their teeth knocked together, and someone introduced tongue way too soon, making everything wet and messy, like two dogs slobbering on each other. Riku had his hands in Sion’s hair, pulling hard, and Sion had his arms wrapped around Riku’s lithe waist.
It was wrong. It was so wrong, but Natalie was the furthest thing from Sion’s mind right now. She was at home, in their bed, probably snoring, while Sion was palming at the ass of their old marriage counselor in a dirty bar bathroom. Chanyoung was outside waiting for Riku to come out of the bar, probably getting more and more concerned with each passing minute. He was willing to bet money that Riku hadn’t thought of him once either.
As if on cue, Riku pulled away from Sion. There was a long string of spit connecting their mouths, and Riku’s eyes were a little teary. His cheeks were so ruddy, Sion wanted to reach out and pinch them.
“Wait, I can’t, Sion, this is…wrong,” Riku breathed out as Sion moved to start placing wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “Chanyoung is— he’s—”
“He’s not here right now,” Sion whispered into Riku’s skin. “He’s outside. You’re inside, with me. Turn around.”
“No, I know,” Riku agreed, turning around like Sion asked despite his hesitation. “I know he’s outside. I mean, like, he’s my boyfriend.”
“Okay? Congrats?” Sion laughed, pressing Riku’s shoulders down so that his top half was pressed against the wall. Riku hissed, upset about laying his face on a dirty bathroom wall.
“I don’t— I’ve never—”
“Cheated?” Sion asked, groping Riku’s ass and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. Despite not even being that much bigger than Riku, he almost completely enveloped Riku when he was on top of him like this. It was doing something to Sion’s gut.
“It’s your fault,” Riku muttered, eyes fluttering closed as Sion leaned his upper body against his back. Sion looped his arms around Riku’s waist, fiddling with his belt buckle while continuing to attack the back of his neck. “Don’t leave any marks.”
“Ohh, should’ve told me that earlier,” Sion tsked. He was lying, of course— he hadn’t left any marks. But it was satisfying to watch Riku squirm under him anyways.
“Just, fucking, hurry up, God,” Riku sighed, pressing his hips back against Sion’s front.
“You really cannot be this impatient already,” Sion said, barking out a laugh. “I haven’t even started opening you up yet.”
Now it was Riku’s turn to laugh. “It’s funny you should mention that,” he giggled, refusing to elaborate further. Sion plowed on ahead, pulling Riku’s pants and underwear down to see—
“A plug?”
“Don’t you like it?” Does he like it? Sion’s ears were ringing.
“Was this for me?” Sion asked dumbly.
“Obviously fucking not, shitwad,” Riku stifled his laugh. “Chanyoung and I…um. Before we went out…”
“Are you…are you serious?” Sion was damn near panting. He thought about reaching into his pocket and pulling out the condom he stashed in case he did happen to find Riku tonight, but he decided against it. Maybe he’ll take it out if Riku says something. “Does that mean you’re…are you—”
“Full of cum? Is that what you’re trying to ask me?”
Sion swallowed hard. “Um. Yes.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
“O-oh, okay,” Sion nodded. Right. Of course. He pulled on the base of the plug and watched as it sank right back into Riku’s hole. Around his hole looked…wet. He felt himself leak in his pants and knowed that if he didn’t get inside Riku within the next minute he might bust all over his underwear.
He pulled his own pants and underwear down, not caring that they slid right to the dirty floor. He shook as he reached down and jerked his own cock a few times. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this horny, or this nervous. He felt like a virgin again, scared to come so quickly and ruin things before they even really began.
He pushed on the base of the plug just to tease Riku a bit, punching a quiet moan out of him.
“Sion,” Riku warned. “Chanyoung is waiting for me.”
“Alright, alright, hold on,” Sion sighed, finally pulling the plug out all the way. Immediately, cum started to drip out of Riku. Sion watched as it dripped down to his balls, and Riku’s hole gaped around nothing. Riku groaned at the loss.
“Hurry, oh my God, Sion,” Riku reached blindly behind him and tugged on whatever part of Sion he could grab, trying to pull him forwards. Sion took another second to finish rebooting—he genuinely thought he might have died and gone to Heaven.
“This might…hurt, a bit,” Sion warned, and Riku just groaned and kept trying to pull on him. Sion braced one hand on Riku’s shoulder blades, his right hand rubbing the head of his cock along Riku’s perineum, trying to collect the cum that had already dripped out before finally pushing in.
The moan they both let out was probably a bit too loud, considering they were at a shitty bar and not a club with music to drown them out. Riku clenched his fists, eyes squeezing shut as Sion kept inching forward.
“What the fuck,” Riku panted. “What the actual fuck.”
“I’m sorry!” Sion laughed a little evilly, pulling out a little and thrusting back in shallowly. “I know, I’m sorry—”
“Is it even all the way in yet?”
“Stop, it…uh, it almost is,” Sion sheepishly replied. “You know, Natalie can take me a lot better than you can.”
“Shut the fuck up, Sion,” Riku bit back.
Once he was all the way in, Sion grabbed one of Riku’s hands off the wall and pinned it to his back. He braced one of his own hands on the wall, the other one holding Riku’s wrist in place. He pulled out almost all the way, thrusting back in, and it was downright disgusting. Chanyoung’s cum made the glide easier, and it was warm and so wet and he couldn’t help it when his hips picked up the pace.
“Sion, Sionaahh…” Riku’s moans echoed against the walls of the bathroom. Sion was delighted to discover that Riku moaned just as loud as his wife does. He leaned down again to bite at Riku’s neck.
“Does he fuck you like this? Does Chanyoung fuck you this good?”
“No,” Riku said quietly. “No, no, mmh, no, he’s gentle, not like…this, not like you, ah-haah…”
“Do you admit it now? You wanted me from the beginning? You wanted to ruin my marriage, almost as much as you wanted me to ruin your hole?” Sion was getting delirious. He felt like he was drowning, his ears were full of cotton. Riku’s hole kept pulling him in deeper, and he wondered if Riku would let him in that far. Would he let Sion crawl under his skin? Enter his ribcage and make a little home there?
“I— no, I didn’t want to, mmf, I, I thought you were attractive but I’m, I’m professionalahh…please, Sion,” Riku babbled. Sion would be proud of himself for fucking Riku dumb if his own brain wasn’t already melting out of his ears.
“Yeah, you’re so professional, of course. That’s why I’ve got my dick in your ass right now,” Sion released the grip he had on Riku’s wrist and smacked Riku’s ass with it. He was about to make a quip about ‘Riku-yah’s flat ass’ when Riku clenched around him, making him moan.
“Sion, wanna come, wanna…ahh, wanna come, please,” Riku whined, nails scraping at the wall. Sion angled his hips slightly, aiming right for Riku’s prostate, hitting it with precision. Riku was shaking, bringing his other hand back up to the wall for more support.
“You can come, Riku-yah. Just let it go, I’ve got you,” Sion said. All it took was one more thrust before Riku spurted a sad little rope onto the backing of the toilet. Sion almost cooed. “Really? That’s all you got?”
“Can you…just focus on yourself?” Riku managed to get out. He was slumped over a little, body going a bit more slack. Sion grabbed him by the hips and pistoned in and out, in and out until he exploded deep into Riku, orgasm creeping up on him so fast he didn’t even get the chance to warn Riku. It was…kind of a lot. He felt an intense surge of possessiveness over Riku, knowing that most of Chanyoung’s cum had probably slipped out while Sion had been fucking Riku, and he replaced all of Chanyoung’s cum with his own. Yet another reminder to Riku that he would always belong to Sion, no matter what.
They stayed there for a moment, catching their breaths and coming down from the high when Riku’s phone started ringing from his pants pocket.
“Shit, shit, it’s probably Chanyoung,” Riku turned around, bending over to try and fish his phone out of his pocket. Sion didn’t miss the way Riku’s hole clenched after he pulled out, like he was trying not to let anything spill out. Like he wanted to be full of Sion for hours to come.
“Hello—AH!” Riku answered when he found it, getting cut off by looking up and getting a face full of Sion’s dick. It was…it was a very large dick. Sion couldn’t even be shy. “Sorry, sorry, jagiya, someone just surprised me, is all…mhm, I’m coming out in just a moment, just freshening up in the bathroom, okay? Wait for hyung. Love you.” Sion rolled his eyes as Riku hung up the phone. “Stop it, Sion. And what’s with this fucking behemoth? You put that inside of me?”
Sion only shrugged, then went back to assessing the current situation. He needed to wipe himself off and put his clothes back on. Riku needed to wash his plug, put it back in, and put his clothes back on as well.
“We need to move out of this stall,” Sion mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Like he had thought of something profound.
“Yeah, no shit,” Riku shot back, opening the stall door and making his way to the sink. He only haphazardly buttoned his pants up, just so that his dick wasn’t falling out of them. He placed his plug in the sink and handed Sion some wet paper towels.
“Make sure you use soap,” Sion called out to him when he turned back around. Riku only laughed.
“Really? I kind of wanted to just stick dirty bar bathroom floor germs into my raw asshole, Sion. I thought that would be fun.”
“What’re you gonna tell Chanyoung when he opens you up later and sees his cum is gone?” Sion wondered aloud. Which was a stupid question, because he would most likely just assume the cum left in Riku’s hole was all his. As it should be, if Riku wasn’t a cheater.
“Are you dumb? Like, actually dumb? He’s just going to think it’s his, Sion, now help me put this back in,” Riku said. Sion has to shake his head to get himself to stop thinking about Riku, leaking cum into his pants.
Once they were all situated, and Riku was smoothing his shirt out in the mirror, he turned to Sion very seriously.
“This can’t happen again. In fact, this never happened at all, okay? You got what you wanted. Leave me the fuck alone now.”
“Well, now. Just once will never be enough, you know that, jagi. You’re gonna be dreaming about this cock for months.”
Riku huffed. “Right. Alright. Goodbye, Sion.” He made to leave, but Sion grabbed him.
“Please. Riku-yah. Please. When can I see you again?”
“You have my social media accounts,” was all he said back. Sion felt half his heart shatter. That had been some of the best sex of his life and he was just supposed to, what, let the person walk away?
“Wait,” he tried, one last time.
“Sion, it’s over. I’m already gone,” and with that, he walked out the door, leaving Sion alone again.
Sion would eventually leave the bar too, and he would go home to Natalie, who would ask him where he was, but ultimately fall back asleep and not remember in the morning. He would wake up and still be a part of his boring life, married to his wife he only kind of liked. He was fine.
He often found himself hesitating over the “message” button of several of Riku’s social media accounts. But he wouldn’t give in, not just yet, not so soon.
He knew it was only a matter of time before Riku came crawling back for another round. He didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of messaging first.
Sion was still a little convinced Riku was a witch that placed a curse on him, but he didn’t mind. He was happy to be cursed, happy to be tied to Riku in this way for eternity, or at least, until the curse was lifted. He would willingly get cursed again for Riku.
For the first time in a while, Sion could think about his life and be somewhat content.
All he had to do was cheat on his wife.