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In his dreams, Riku sees familiar faces.
His family are frequent visitors – they appear in an alternate version of their home in Fukui, one that is penciled in nostalgic warm shades yet when peered closer, the walls and ceilings and furniture are nothing but distortions. His schoolmates pop up, too. Their voices would echo and their conversations would be trivial, same old, same old. They were rare though – a once in a blue moon kind of occurrence that would leave Riku bittersweet when he wakes up.
The faces Riku sees the most in his sleep is his team. How could he not? They live together, eat together, perform together, definitely cry together. But dream-version of Wish isn’t that much different. He can’t recount them all but he often dreams of practice sessions or shopping trips or shared meals.
The spotlight changes each dream, as well. About a week ago, Riku dreamt he and Daeyoung getting scammed by a taxi driver, and once, he went on a trip to Paris with Sakuya and Ryo in his sleep.
Yet lately.
“Riku.” Someone is calling out his name. Riku doesn’t answer. His fingers are peeling the skin of a boiled egg in his palm, setting them neatly on a piece of tissue. He’s in the kitchen, maybe. This egg could be days old.
“Riku, don’t be rude.” That voice admonishes him. Muffled yet clear. Distinct yet unrecognizable. Riku still isn’t looking. His stomach isn’t quite rumbling but for reasons he cannot fathom, he is absolutely starving for this boiled egg. Half of the skin is gone now, and the whites are shining from where they are exposed to Riku’s eyes.
He keeps peeling. The voice is coming closer. “Look at me.” It speaks. “Look at hyung.”
Riku looks up. Sion is sitting across from him and they are no longer in the kitchen. Is this his family’s dining table in Fukui?
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Sion asks.
“What?”
“The egg. Aren’t you going to eat it?”
He looks down. The boiled egg is fully peeled now, and is no longer in Riku’s palm. Instead, it sits daintily on a single plate in the middle of the table. When did it get there? While he ponders, Sion is picking it up. “If you don’t, I’ll take it.”
Desperation has Riku catching Sion by the wrist. “Hyung, that’s mine.” He protests, tugging the hand away from the lips. He feels distraught. “You can’t have it.”
“Why not?” Sion demands. He doesn’t sound all that bothered but he’s still cupping the boiled egg between his fingers. Unyielding. “You were just staring. It’d go to waste.”
“But it’s mine.” Riku insists, still tugging. “Give it back.”
Sion smiles. He is shaking his head and says, “But we can share.” Across the table, Riku can only watch as Sion takes a bite of what was originally his, even if he can’t remember how it came to be. Sion chews and chews and swallows. When he leans over, he directs the half-eaten egg to Riku’s lips which part immediately.
“Open up, Riku.”
Riku jerks awake.
It’s disorientating at first. Head lifted, he turns them from one side to another, blearily taking in his room; the closed curtains blanketing the entire space in darkness, his full-length mirror at the corner, his glass closet on his right. Groaning, Riku reaches for his phone from under his pillow and squints in the dark.
2:19 PM.
“What the hell?” Riku mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. When he finally rests his head on the pillow again, his senses come together, one by one: Today is Wednesday. It’s also their rare day off since April. He woke up at 10 AM and had breakfast with Sakuya. Then he watched YouTube in bed all afternoon until he dozed off.
Shit.
Riku presses a hand to his chest, where his heart is racing. That dream…what was that about? Because why was he peeling a boiled egg? Whose kitchen was he in? And most importantly, what the hell was Sion on about?
He can’t recall the exact details but the atmosphere felt…real. Like Sion and him were really sitting on the table, fighting over a damn egg. And that cryptic conversation?
Palming his face, a scoff slips past Riku’s cracked lips. An awful, embarrassing realization hits him like a truck: Sion, in his dreams. Again. This marked the third time in the last two weeks, holy fuck.
Pull yourself together, Maeda Riku!
He stays in bed for another ten minutes, body still heavy with sleep and head still spiraling. At one point, he hears noise coming from outside his bedroom, stifled by the door. He thinks he hears Ryo’s voice and then Daeyoung’s. His phone buzzes with an incoming notification.
Yu-chan~ ┃
Riku, we’re going out to eat┃
Text if you want anything┃
Riku doesn’t bother replying. The noise disappears soon after the text is sent and at once, the apartment returns to its gentle lull. Another minute passes. Eventually, Riku sits up on his bed and promptly winces when he catches sight of his reflection from the mirror. He looks like a mess.
Walking to the windows, Riku pulls the curtains slightly open, and the sunlight that slips in comes in wide streaks, instantly brightening the room. He pauses and bathes in the sunlight, a brief interlude. Then he heads out to their shared bathroom to wash up.
When he returns to his room later, Riku is refreshed. He washed his face, brushed his teeth and applied lip balm and now he doesn’t look quite as nasty. Laying back in his bed, he’s in the middle of finally replying to Yushi’s message when a knock on the door interrupts him.
“Riku? You awake?”
Sion.
Like clockwork, his heart begins to drum harder and Riku nearly drops his phone on his face, surprised. Sion is still here? He didn’t follow the rest? What the fuck? Something akin to anxiety begins to sprout deep in his belly. He can’t face Sion right now – not after that dream. Yeah, it was a relatively normal dream – better than the erotic one last Friday, at the very least! – but it was still confusing and Riku hasn’t completely untangled the knotted strings apart.
Can he really face Sion without making it weird?
More knocking. “Riku?” Sion calls out.
Another beat passes. Riku glares at his own reflection.
“Come in.” He ends up saying, grimacing. Sitting up, he runs a hand through his hair, pushing the wispy bangs back. His bedroom door opens and Sion enters, looking apologetic. “Hi.” He says, a lazy smile plastered on his handsome face. “I heard you in the bathroom. Did you just wake up?”
Riku nods. He’s trying very hard not to look at his hyung’s bare arms, courtesy of his sleeveless shirt. He aims his gaze to Sion’s right shoulder, instead.
“I did. I was taking a nap.”
“Oh. Sorry. I’ll come back later, then?”
“No, it’s okay, hyung. Come in.” Riku shifts on the bed, making space. “Yushi texted me the rest went out?”
Sion accepts the invitation, sitting right next to Riku. Their knees brush, Riku’s bare one against Sion’s sweatpants. When he moves to pile the pillows more comfortably behind him, a warm and fruity scent wafts from his body, fragrant.
Nervous, Riku wonders about his own smell.
“Yeah. They went to get lunch with manager noona, her treat.” Sion answers. He looks wide awake and very comfortable on Riku’s bed, pillow clutched to his chest. Riku wants to squeal and kiss him. He does neither.
“Why didn’t you tag along?”
“Didn’t feel like it. And I wanted to check up on you.”
Riku pulls a face. “Why?”
“Sakuya said you complained about a headache.”
Did he? Riku tilts his head, tries to remember when he did such a thing. The memory quickly resurfaces. Ah, during breakfast. It was a passing remark though and the headache was completely minor.
“Hyung, I’m fine. It’s basically gone now.” Riku assures. He extends a hand to pat Sion’s knee, and purses his lips when his hyung locks their fingers together, a clasp he can’t break away from. The look Sion gives him is relief.
“Yeah?”
“Hmm.” Riku nods. Looks away because there’s only so much his heart can take. “I’m just still a little sleepy.”
“You should go back to sleep then, Riku.”
He shakes his head. Drowsiness sags his shoulders down yet at the same time, the proximity between them sends his heart fluttering. Riku can’t possible fall asleep now, even if the caress of Sion’s thumb against the back of his hand is threatening to prove him wrong.
“Don’t want. I want to hang out with hyung.” He says, shyly.
A pleased smile. “But in here?”
“Obviously. My bed is cozy.”
Sion chuckles, settling deeper into the blankets. “That’s definitely true. Wanna watch a movie?”
Riku pauses. “Is it going to be horror?” Because it’s always horror with Sion. He is weirdly obsessed with that genre and Riku has told him – many, many times – that he ought to go to therapy.
Sion merely grins back. “Why? Do you want romance?”
“Not right now. Can we watch Studio Ghibli?”
“Again?”
“Please?” Riku makes sure to pout. “My Neighbor Totoro. Or Kiki.”
He’s in the mood for something light at the moment. Something that won’t tug on his heartstrings too much, a simple movie to spend the rest of the day lazily. Sion relents, because of course he does. Riku’s pout is too powerful.
“Fine, fine. Pass hyung your laptop.”
They set up the movie and get themselves even more comfortable among the pillows; the laptop ends up on Sion’s lap, Riku’s head is nestled on his hyung’s shoulder and Sion’s arms are wrapped around his, pulling them closer.
Whatever frenzied state Riku’s heart was in has faded away. Content swells in its place instead because this was familiarity. Cuddling with his Sion hyung. They’ve done it million times before and they’ll keep doing this in the future; a fact Riku knows and wishes in his heart.
There is absolutely nothing to be weird about.
They’ve decided on Kiki’s Delivery Service and the movie begins playing. Riku remembers the first time he watched this movie with his sisters. It was during summer and they had gathered together in front of the TV one evening, the local channel playing it exclusively for the school break. His mom had prepared drinks and snacks for them – even made popcorn, which was a rarity. His father sat in his armchair and made occasional comments.
It was fun. He could barely remember the movie until years later, when he rewatched it. But that memory stayed with Riku deep in the crevice of his heart.
They’re twenty minutes into the movie when Sion starts fidgeting.
Riku doesn’t notice it at first. He’s engrossed in the film, smiling at the scene where Kiki meets the kind Osono. But then Sion suddenly shifts, which wobbles the laptop on his lap.
Riku looks over. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Comes the reply, a beat late. Sion clears his throat. “Sorry, want me to rewind that?”
He points at the screen, eyes resolutely on the movie. Riku pauses before shaking his head. “No, it’s fine.”
The movie resumes. It plays for another ten minutes before Sion starts fidgeting again and this time, it dislodges Riku’s head from his comfortable spot on Sion’s shoulder. He glares, annoyed.
“Sion hyung.” Because what is his problem? Can’t a guy watch one of his favorite movie in peace, dear goodness. “Do you need to use the bathroom or something?”
A flush break out from under Sion’s skin. He hurries to apologize, “I’m sorry, Riku. It’s just that, um. You’re kinda… Uh. Distracting.”
“How? I’m not doing anything!”
“Yes, you are! Look!”
They both gaze down, Sion with an embarrassed look while Riku wears an exasperated expression. He blinks at first, trying to make sense of what exactly is distracting about him. He sees his torso, then a bare stomach, where his shirt had rucked up sometime while the movie was playing. In the middle of his stomach, his right hand is splayed over the skin. Long fingers gently stroke, up and down, up and down.
When Riku tears his eyes away, he finds Sion still looking at his exposed stomach. His ears have turned red and he’s licking his lips. “You keep doing that.” Sion says, the timbre in his voice low. “It drives me crazy, Riku.”
Oh.
When their eyes meet again, Riku’s breath hitches. Ah, that look. Don’t you dare look at me like that. His thoughts beg. You know I’m weak to that, you fucking bastard.
“Why?” Riku breaks the heated tension with a whisper. Sion narrows his eyes.
“You know why.”
“I want you to say it.” He insists because he can play this game, too. “Say it, hyung.”
It’s a dangerous territory they’re heading to. A terrain that, once they dip their toes in, it is irreversible and permanent. But they both know this, by now. That’s why, when Sion leans in, so close their foreheads touch, Riku meets him halfway, their breaths mingling.
“It’s because I want to touch you, Riku. I want to touch every inch of your skin.”
Riku nearly whimpers. His next words are pathetic but rings true.
“Then do it.” He demands. “Touch me, Sionnie hyung.”
When their lips meet for a kiss, there is absolutely no finesse. It’s all tongue and saliva, Sion licking fervently into Riku’s mouth and him taking it. His hands are clutching his hyung’s shirt, desperately pulling the former nearer until their chests are pressed together. Sion holds him by the jaw.
“Fuck.” They pull away, catching their breath. Sion’s breathing is labored. “Riku.”
“Sion hyung.” Riku whines. He pulls him back for a kiss, further and further back, until he has Sion exactly where he wants it. Above Riku, their bodies aligned.
He loves this position. Had fallen in love with it the first time they started whatever this is. Back in the hotel room, in a foreign country. It had felt right when Sion leaned his weight down on Riku, completely trapping him under his arms, kissing him.
Riku remembers almost crying. It had felt like home.
“Riku.” Sion is groaning into his mouth. He hooks both of Riku’s legs around him, pushing the forgotten laptop towards the edge of the bed, an annoying obstacle. One of his hands reach up to stroke Riku’s stomach. It feels possessive.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. You’re too much.”
“Shut up. Stop talking.”
A giggle. “Is baby shy, right now?”
“Hyung.” Riku snaps. His heart is shy of bursting out of his chest, flustered. Feeling petty, his hand reaches down to slip into Sion’s sweatpants, squeezing the throbbing cock.
“Holy fuck.” Sion moans right into his ear, head dropping.
“You like that?” Riku teases. “Am I making you feel good?”
“So good, baby. Don’t stop.”
Riku huffs a laugh and, like a good dongsaeng, he listens. He strokes Sion’s cock blindly, the angle of his wrist awkward but persistent. He doesn’t know if what he’s doing is actually working but Sion seems to like it, grinding his hips into Riku’s hands and moaning loudly into Riku’s skin. He sounds obscene and Riku absolutely loves it.
Thank goodness the apartment is completely empty.
“Riku, baby.” Sion groans again, guttural. “Wanna taste you.”
He tugs their face closer, pressing another toe-curling kiss. When they break apart, Riku has to pull his hand out of Sion’s sweatpants to palm his own hardening cock.
“Hyung,” Riku bites his lips, “I haven’t showered yet.”
“So?” Sion is dragging his lips lower, licking his collarbone, suckling the pooling sweat. “It’s sexy. Riku is so sexy.” Sion sounds drunk, muffling his moans into the crook of Riku’s neck, pulling them closer. There’s no gap between them now. Every inch of Riku is touching Sion; his torso, his crotch, his legs, his face.
It’s overwhelming. Riku grabs Sion by the neck for a kiss and it only momentarily distracts him from the wandering hands. They’ve reached his nipples, the rough pads of finger tips rubbing circles and pinching them.
“Fuck.” He whines on Sion’s tongue. “Feels good. Hyung.”
“I know. Let hyung take care of you, okay?”
Riku can only nod, completely helpless.
His shirt gets rucked up higher, up to his armpits, before Sion dives down to suck on his nipples next. It feels amazing, the warmth of a mouth against one of his most sensitive parts, a devouring passion. Dazedly, Riku wonders if he would ever get used to it, the way Sion loves playing with his nipples the same way he loves being played with.
Will it ever stop feeling good? Sion gently tugs and Riku keens. Fuck, he hopes not.
It goes on for an agonizing while. The sound of suckling and stifled moans, the shift of bodies so intertwined. Riku’s fingers are woven in the thick strands of his hyung’s hair, dry from the bleach, shoving the face closer to his chest.
Closer, closer.
Sion is mouthing near his heart now, starving. Closer, hyung. Riku is trembling. Take it. Eat it.
Spit it out and ruin me.
The delicious heat unlatches. Swollen lips seek Riku’s once again, kissing him so lovingly all while he grinds his hips. “Shit. I want to fuck you so bad.” Sion mumbles. His eyes are glazed when Riku looks at them, a flush to his face that paints him in a devastatingly handsome light.
Riku nips at the bottom lips.
“Then do it.” He demands, whining. “Fuck me.”
But Sion shakes his head, frustrated. “Can’t.” He kisses back, an apologetic deep press of the lips. “Ran out of condoms.”
Like an idiot, Riku feels his eyes water. No fair. He wouldn’t possibly leave Riku like this – feeling like he’s been stretched thin, skin tingling, cock hard, would he? No, no, he can’t. That’d be cruel and Sion hyung is never cruel, not to him.
Not to him.
Riku grabs one of the hands on his hips and pushes it between his legs, where his shorts have ridden up. “My thighs, hyung.” He begs, sweetly, in the way he knows his hyung cannot say no to him. Eyes shining, a tinge of aegyo in his tone. “Please. Need you.”
It works.
“Fuck, okay.” Sion replies, excited. Riku smiles and listens obediently when his hyung begins to maneuver them, instructing. “Against the bed, Riku. Come on.”
In a cloud of desire and haste, the two of them practically crawl to the headboard, knees and elbows bumping. Sitting on his heels, Riku rests his hands on the wood and immediately leans back the second Sion blankets to his back. Anticipation thrums wildly where his blood flows. His head is quickly turning into cotton.
A hand shoves his shorts down, baring his ass into the air-conditioned room.
“Fuck, Riku.” Sion growls into the back of his nape, the sound of clothes shuffling soon accompanying it. Riku shivers when he feels the weight of a familiar cock against his lower back, and swallows down a whine when Sion gives it a few taps on his skin.
“You’re so gorgeous. Why are you so gorgeous, huh?” His hyung moans. He’s leaving a trail of precum on Riku; he can feel it, sticky on his overheating skin. It must be a sight because Sion is suddenly whimpering “Baby” like he’s about to unload right then and there.
“Hyung, quickly.” Riku snaps, restless. “Fuck my thighs, now.”
“Patience, baby.” Sion kisses his sweat-damped temple, a deep laugh rumbling in his throat. “Hyung needs to lube you up first. On your knees.”
Riku does as he’s told. He arches into the headboard, chest pressed against it while he pushes his ass out, thighs close together. In the background, there’s the sound of a bottle cap opening and a few seconds later, Riku is hissing from the cool gel that Sion is rubbing onto his skin.
His jaw clenches, impatient.
Now, now, now, now–
A cock slips underneath his balls and between the meat of his inner thighs, a warm presence that feels right. When Riku looks down, he’s greeted with the view of precum pooling on Sion’s tip. His own cock immediately twitches.
“Sion hyung.” The whine slips from his lips. “Quickly, please.”
“Shh.” Sion says. “I will, baby.”
Drawing his hips back, Sion thrusts between Riku’s thighs slowly, each grind purposeful, aimed to drive Riku absolutely insane. The drag feels excruciatingly good – the way the length of his hyung’s cock rubs against his balls, the slide of it sandwiched between his inner thighs.
“Ah, ah.” Riku moans, unable to help himself. Staccato. Desperate. “Ah.”
Strong arms are wrapped tightly around Riku’s torso, pushing and pulling his hips to meet the short thrusts. It’s uncoordinated. Sloppy. Completely driven by unbridled passion that still has Riku’s breath hitching from pleasure, tears forming behind his eyelids.
“Feels amazing, Riku. You’re so amazing. Fuck.” Sion growls behind him. He sounds out of breath already but his moves don’t stop – quickening even more. “You’re so perfect, baby.”
Riku whines in response.
One of the hands move to trap Riku’s cock in a fist and Riku nearly sobs. A chin settles on his shoulder, and Sion laughs meanly when his hungry gaze travels downwards.
“Look at that. What a useless cock. What is hyung going to do with it, huh?” Sion squeezes the base. “It’s too big.”
Embarrassment warms Riku’s already heated skin up. He loves hates it when his hyung teases him over the size of his cock, thicker and longer than Sion’s. It’s so humiliating yet the way his toes curl at the belittlement is irrefutable, so unbelievable turned on.
“Hyung! Hyung, please, I need–”
“Need to cum? Is that all this big cock is good for? Shooting cum for hyung?”
“Yes! Yes, only for you. Hyung, please!”
“Shit, you’re so perfect, Riku. So beautiful.” Tongue lapping at his jaw, Sion starts stroking Riku to the pacing of his thrusts, moaning, “Only for me. My Riku.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the room, loud in the silence, only outdone by their muffled moans amidst desperate ramblings and the creaking bed.
“So good. Sion hyung is so good to me. Hnnnn–”
“Yeah. Always will, baby. F-fuck.”
The thrusts turn harder, sweat sticking their back and front together, until nothing individual of them is distinguishable. The overstimulation from the hand job and the thigh fucking has Riku’s head in circles. His chest is heaving with each gasp, shuddering into the push and pull. He clutches desperately to Sion’s arms and sobs.
“I’m close. I’m gonna–”
The hand stroking his cock goes faster. Riku stiffens and a second later, his vision whitens.
“Oh my god.” Sion mumbles into his damp hair, still stroking. His eyes are locked onto the cum splattered over the pillows, his breathing shallow. “Riku.”
Barely registering it, the cock between Riku’s thighs pulses, spilling cum all over his bare legs and the bedsheets. Riku is still trembling. His head is in the clouds, floating in the space that could only be described as light and airy – euphoric.
Fuck.
Shaking from his own orgasm, Sion is slouching into Riku’s back, the weight pinning the younger man to the bed and on his knees. They’re panting heavily, both of them. Into his elbow, Riku swallows down a humorless laugh – he’s even sweatier now, practically drenched and face probably completely flushed.
They stay like that for a few more minutes, simply catching their breaths. Beginning to feel suffocated from the proximity, Riku pulls away. It takes effort; Sion’s hold is hard to detangle from, often clingy in the aftermath. But Riku persists until finally he can stretch out his legs, wincing.
He winces even more when he sees the stained pillows and bedsheet. Just wonderful.
Beside him, Sion flops on his back. His face is just as flushed but he looks satiated, a looseness to his limbs that bellies his satisfaction. He grins up dopily at Riku.
“Holy shit, that was amazing.”
Riku laughs, exhausted. “Yeah.” Belatedly, he realizes they’re still in their clothes, so caught up in each other to even take them off properly. A surge of affection wells up in his chest. The kiss he presses into Sion’s bruised lips is inevitable and natural.
“Hyung did so well.” He praises, smiling at the pleased but flushed look on Sion’s face. Their lips meet again, addicted. Riku’s heart cannot stop singing. Desperately, he wishes he could stay in this moment forever, just the two of them, in this private bubble. Do you know, hyung? He carves his longing with each kiss, do you know how happy you make me feel?
When Sion yawns some time later, Riku is barely surprised. Sex has always tired out Sion more than anything else, he’d come to learn.
But first.
“Hyung, don’t fall asleep yet. We gotta wash the sheets.”
“Wait. Gimme a sec.” Sion mumbles, eyelids heavy. He’s sleepily tugging Riku into his arms, a half-hearted effort. “Let’s cuddle first.”
“Hyung.” Riku resists. “I’m serious, get up. I am not sleeping on cum-stained sheets.” Because that is absolutely nasty and he knows this fact by experience, okay? No way he wants a repeat of that.
Sensing his seriousness, Sion finally listens. “Alright, alright. I’m getting up.”
Together, they take off the bedsheets and some of the pillow sheets, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor. Riku stays mum when Sion throws himself back on the bed, clutching one of the pillows closer. He figures after that amazing sex, his hyung deserves a nap, at least.
Carrying the laundry in his arms, he’s barely out of the door when Sion’s sleepy voice stops him. “Riku?”
He swivels his head.
“Yes?”
“Wake me before the team returns, kay?” Sion says, barely decipherable. “I’ll get out of your hair soon.”
Riku pauses. His legs are tingling with a soreness that he knows will come tomorrow, and his ribcage is caving in itself. When he finally responds, Sion is already fast asleep. “Okay.” He agrees, closing the door gently behind him, his expression carefully blank.
It is the polite thing to do, isn’t it? To follow his hyung’s request.