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It was late, and Riku couldn’t sleep. The hotel room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning, which he liked. Usually, he needed white noise from his phone to drift off, but tonight the AC was doing a decent enough job. So yay, small wins.
He reached over to grab his phone from the desk, still plugged into the charger. A glance at the lock screen told him it was well past 2 a.m. He should’ve been asleep already. They had an early schedule tomorrow—rehearsals and a behind-the-scenes concert shoot—which meant another full day of activities. The thought alone made his limbs ache, and yet, his body refused to shut down.
He tried everything. He tried counting sheep. But he failed gloriously every time he hit one-two-seven. Even his subconscious was playing games with him. He even tried spinning up one of his usual mental bedtime scenarios; this time, he was a prince, kidnapped by a witch, only to be rescued by the dashing neighborhood prince. Classic. It almost worked.
Almost. Because halfway through, the rescuer’s face shifted, and it became his hyung’s. His Sion hyung.
Of course it did.
Now his brain was fully awake, working hard replaying highlights from the earlier concert that night during their ment.
Sion had worn that outfit—the blue jacket with a sleeveless shirt underneath. From the clothes’ style alone, he really could pass for a fantasy prince. But then he had peeled off his jacket, slowly, arm muscles flexing as sweat clung to his skin. He wasn’t even on camera, but Sion knew how to rile up the fans. And worse, he knew Riku was watching too.
And then there was the water bottle incident. Riku didn’t even want to call it an incident, because what kind of incident happened at the same damn time at every concert stop? And the said incident was that Sion had taken a drink like it was a thirst trap ad; it was just a damn normal bottled water, then he locked eyes with Riku on purpose and flashed him that stupid, teasing smile. The one that Riku knew meant absolutely nothing—because he was just wanting to mess with him—and yet made Riku's heart skip like he was on a rollercoaster—mind you, Riku can’t even ride one, but he knew exactly how it felt.
Riku sighed for probably the tenth time and flopped onto his back dramatically. He stared at the ceiling like it owed him something. But no, this wasn’t the ceiling’s fault. This was on his stupid brain because now he had an impulsive, dirty thought sitting hot and heavy in his chest, and if he were honest, between his legs, too.
And part of it was also Sion’s fault.
“Cold water should do the job,” Riku muttered to himself. Or maybe I needed to get some movement in. His brain added helpfully.
He froze. Then slowly, slowly turned to his left.
Sion was sleeping peacefully,beautiful, and unbothered. Lying there like a wet dream came to life. Riku hated (in an endearing way) how good and cute Sion looked even when he was unconscious. It wasn’t fair.
Riku cursed, mentally reconsidering his plan. He knew Sion would not be angry. Upset that Riku woke him up? Probably. Confused why Riku suggested doing this? Yes, definitely. But angry? No. Riku was sure of that.
Riku’s heartbeat quickened like he was planning a heist as he sat on his bed. He told himself he just wanted to be close to Sion, no funny business. Or maybe at least not right away. Maybe just listen to Sion’s steady heartbeat. Feel his warmth. Totally innocent, really.
Riku got up from the bed and took a cold drink from the fridge before ending up standing on the side of Sion’s bed.
“Excuse me,” he muttered to himself, and carefully slipped under the comforter Sion was using, making room for himself in the remaining space the double bed left. It was warm next to Sion. Riku snuggled up to his side.
Riku looked at Sion, taking his ethereal side profile. He loved Sion’s face. If Riku could tattoo them in his mind, he totally would.
His right hand slowly moved to touch Sion’s moles. The ones that were on his right cheek. The ones that he always flaunted on his Weverse (and now bubble) selcas. Sion was so kind, honest to his fans.
He then moved his hand to rest at Sion’s left cheek. He turned his face toward him, gentle and careful. No reaction. Sion kept sleeping as if Riku weren’t there. Oblivious as he didn't know the younger had multiple kinds of thoughts about him.
Riku's eyes then fell to Sion’s lips. Sion had a plump and pink lip. A different type of plump than Riku’s two-toned ones. Riku lightly traced his fingers over the older’s lips, slowly, not giving any pressure. Still nothing.
When Riku’s face got closer to Sion’s, though, the older shifted. Riku froze. He almost bolted–but he stayed still.
But he did it again, this time closing the gap, letting his lips barely brush against the corner of Sion's lips. A ghost of a touch.
This time, Sion made a noise. A low, sleepy hum. Then—
“…Riku?” His voice was gravelly. Half-awake. Confused.
Riku blinked innocently, like he hadn’t just staged a full stealth mission under the covers.
“What are you doing here?” Sion blinked, his eyes still trying to focus in a sleepy state.
“’M sorry, I can’t sleep.”
Sion let out a chuckle before turning his body fully to Riku and embracing him, kissing the top of his soft hair, before drifting back to sleep.
Oh, it felt good, Riku thought. Maybe this would help. He snuggled closer, inhaling the faint sweetness of Sion’s scent. Riku overheated easily, but cuddling was always an exception. He loved it—it made him feel loved. Like the kind of cuddles he got from Ryo and Sakuya during that time when they were filming a variety show. Suffocating, but in the best way.
Honestly, being in Sion’s arms only made his brain work harder. This wouldn’t lull him to sleep. If anything, it made staying awake worse.
He looked up at Sion, fingers again carefully sliding across Sion’s lips, but now with a little bit of pressure. Riku rose from Sion’s embrace, using his elbow as support, and placed his lips on top of the latter’s. A simple peck.
Sion’s lips were so soft. Their thickness was perfect against Riku’s plump ones. The kiss made Sion groan again as he turned his body and lay flat on his back, pulling Riku into his arms and letting the younger one lie on top of him.
Riku chuckled a bit before leaning down to pepper another kiss across Sion’s lips. It was probably in his nature, but Sion, without even opening his eyes, started kissing him back, nipping at his bottom lip, asking for an entrance. One of his hands caressed Riku’s back, while the other moved to his nape as he deepened the kiss.
They parted when Riku wiggled and stopped the kiss, needing air.
“Seriously, what is it, hm?” Sion asked, voice thick with sleep.
There was a pause. Riku hesitated. Eyes looking anywhere but at Sion, until he let out a quiet sigh.
“Can I blow you?”
The question made Sion open both eyes. The warm glow from the standing lamp in the corner let him see Riku’s face. Riku was gazing straight at him with a now calm, unreadable expression.
Sion blinked. “Come again?”
“I can’t sleep,” Riku said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I need to burn off some energy. And I figured I could spend it on you.”
Sion blinked harder. “Do you want hyung’s melatonin, maybe?”
“Sion hyung,” Riku said, now dead serious. “Yes or no?”
“Well—uh—that’s my pleasure, of course, but aren’t you—”
“Okay, less talking. Should I sit you up first, or do I just go down like this?”
It was easy to forget how blunt Riku could be in private, so different from how shy he often acted in front of cameras when he was with him. Sion sighed, shifting as Riku climbed off him. He sat up against the headboard and parted his legs, letting Riku settle between them.
“For someone who asked so many questions, aren’t you way too excited?” Riku teased, tugging down Sion’s pants to free his dick. And it showed, Sion wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was more than enough to make Riku lick his lips.
“It’s you, though,” Sion replied, eyes half-lidded. “You always knew how to get me going.”
Riku smirked. He got up on his knees and kissed Sion, full on the lips, then he pulled back with a smile. ”That’s a Maeda Riku for you,” he murmured, licking his lips as if to taste the moment again.
Sion exhaled a low breath, gaze still fixed on Riku’s face. He reached up, cupping the back of his neck to pull him back in, chasing another kiss, this time slower, deeper.
“You’re unbelievable,” he whispered against Riku’s lips, half-smiling, “It's been a while since we've done this.”
Riku’s reply was a quiet hum, but instead of leaning in again, he trailed downward, kissing along Sion’s jaw, then lower. By the time he settled back between his legs, the air between them was heavy with heat and anticipation. His lips brushed over Sion’s length, featherlight.
“The more reason to do it then,” he said, voice low. “Just stay still, hyung.”
Sion exhaled a quiet laugh through his nose, leaning back into the headboard. He watched as Riku dipped lower, trailing kitten licks and kisses along his length, soft, deliberate, and just enough to pull a shiver from him. His pretty boy. His spoiled little kitten.
Riku wrapped a hand around the base, thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the precum with the softest flick. That earned him a low moan from Sion, drawn out and husky; half warning, and half surrender.
Just before going down fully, Riku paused. He leaned back slightly, eyes focused like he was studying something delicate—something precious. And then, almost unconsciously, he drew in a soft breath. A subtle sniff. The kind that came out of habit more than thought.
Sion caught it immediately and let out a small, breathy laugh. “You still do that, huh?”
Riku blinked up. “Do what?”
“That thing—you sniff food before you eat it. Then you always take tiny bites, like you're testing it first.”
Riku flushed, caught off guard. “That has nothing to do with this.”
Sion grinned. “It kinda does. The way you’re looking at me now? Same energy. Like you’re trying to figure out how to fit all of hyung in your mouth.”
“Sion hyung—” Riku groaned, putting his hand over his face, looking at Sion through the gap between his fingers. “Why do you always talk like that?”
“Because it’s fun watching you get shy about something you offered to do, baby,” Sion said, smug and delighted.
“Stop talking or I'm going to stop,” Riku pouted, but it didn’t carry any real heat. Sion just laughed, clearly unfazed, smiling fondly at the younger of the two.
“Just kidding. You can continue, princess. Show hyung what you got.”
Riku snorted, still flushed red when he heard the nickname, the one Sion had given him for no real reason back in the waiting room during album promotions.
Without another word, Riku ducked his head, slowly taking him in.
He rarely went down on Sion, mostly because the older always insisted on pleasing Riku more than himself, even when he was stressed. Said that making Riku feel good was as satisfying as getting off himself, if not more.
Riku wouldn’t admit it, but that line had absolutely swept him off his feet.
So when Riku tried to take control like this, he always forgot how he still couldn’t take Sion fully in, just yet. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes when the tip of Sion’s cock accidentally hit the back roof of his mouth, nearly making him gag.
“Careful, Riku. I don’t want to hurt you,”
Riku nodded, blinking quickly, and dipped back down. His tongue slid languidly from the base to the leaking tip, tracing every ridge before sliding his lips back over it.
A few minutes passed with the sound of wet suction and stifled moans filling the room. Riku moved slow but steady, focused, his cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing, jaw aching just a little, but not enough to make him stop, as he pushed himself to take more.
“God, Riku…” Sion murmured, hips giving the slightest twitch. He looked down at the smaller man, running one hand through his current blond hair and letting it rest there. “You really know how to kill a man.”
Riku leaned back, smiled, and his lips brushed warm along the tip. “You’re not dead yet.”
“Close,” Sion muttered, his voice rougher, breathless with the slow, torturous pace. Riku licked a stripe from base to tip and took the tip back in, just enough for Sion to groan again, this time deeper, richer. The sound slipped out before he could catch it.
Sion’s fingers grabbed onto the sheets, breath coming out in shallow huffs. His head tilted back against the headboard, chest rising and falling faster as his eyes fluttered shut.
When Riku took him deep again, careful not to graze with his teeth, his tongue flicking along the underside, Sion grunted. The hand tangled in his hair moved to brush damp strands from Riku’s forehead, trying to draw his focus back up to him
“Baby, stop. I’m close,” he warned, voice thick.
Riku let go of him with a soft pop. He got off the bed, went to the table where he’d left his brown sling bag, rummaged through it, and tossed a couple of blue-colored sachets to Sion, earning a chuckle from the older.
“You brought these?” Sion asked, amused. “Very prepared.”
Before Sion could shift his position from sitting, Riku asked as he walked back to the bed, “Hyung, can I ride you?”
Sion could never hide his smile, but the way his face lit up completely at the question made Riku let out a quiet laugh—the kind that turned his eyes into narrow slits, making him look exactly like a little fox.
"Fuck yes, princess. Come here. Hyung will prepare you."
Riku wiped his lips with the sleeve of his sleepwear before crawling over to straddle Sion’s thighs, hands circling the older's neck. Riku smiled, then leaned in for a kiss. Sion smiled back, kissing Riku as his hands worked to pull down the younger’s pants, just enough for an access, earning a soft sigh as Riku’s hard dick sprang free.
They kept kissing as Sion’s hands skillfully coated his left finger with lube and gently pushed one finger past into Riku.
Riku gasped, feeling the familiar stretch of Sion’s finger inside him. Sion didn’t have the longest fingers; heck, even Riku’s hands and fingers are bigger and longer than his, but just the thought that a part of Sion was inside him was making him giddy inside, and somehow it helped Riku relax as his body was familiar with the touch.
Soon, one finger turned into two, then eventually three. Riku was starting to pant softly against Sion’s neck by the time it happened. His breath was growing ragged with every slow, practiced movement. Sion had always been good with his hands, his fingers, he knew exactly where to curl, how deep to press, and just how much stretch Riku could handle before he needed to pause and breathe.
Riku clutched at Sion’s bicep, his forehead pressed to the older man’s shoulder as he trembled through the slow, mind-numbing pace. Every push in was met with a gentle stroke of Sion’s palm on his waist, touching over the sensitive skin to keep him sane. His hips kept twitching forward, chasing more friction, more stretch, more him —and yet Sion didn’t rush.
He never rushed when it mattered, when it came to Riku’s comfort, to preparing him with care. Sion touched him like he was something delicate, something that might shatter if held too tightly. Every move felt intentional, as if he already knew what Riku wanted before he even said a word.
Sometimes, Riku wondered if he was truly that easy to read or if it was just Sion who knew how to read him well.
“Hyung,” Riku whimpered, voice barely more than a broken exhale. “You’re so—slow.”
“I know,” Sion whispered back, mouth brushing against Riku’s ear. “It’s been a while, I don't want to hurt you. I want you to feel everything.”
And God, he did.
Every drag of Sion’s fingers made Riku clench tighter, his thighs already beginning to ache from the way he kept shifting, arching his back, begging without words. His entire body buzzed with the kind of sensitivity that made it feel like every nerve ended between his legs.
His moans pitched higher, breath catching in soft gasps every time Sion’s fingers curled just right inside him. And when Sion leaned in to kiss the side of his neck, slow, deep, and possessive, Riku wanted to cry. His fingers curled into Sion’s shoulder like he needed to anchor himself, afraid he might float away.
And when Sion’s lips were back at the side of his lips, Riku chased it, kissing him back, desperate to muffle the sounds clawing out of his throat. Sion gladly indulged him.
Sion never said it out loud, but he loved kissing Riku—especially when he deliberately opened his eyes mid-kiss just to catch the younger’s face as it shifted with each emotion.
When their kisses were soft, lazy pecks exchanged during their nightly animation marathons or just before sleep, Riku's expression stayed calm. Chill. Content.
But when things turned heated—especially when Sion got impatient, which was often— their kisses would make Riku’s brows draw together, his eyes squeezing shut, lips slack with parted moans. His breath stuttered like he couldn’t quite keep up, overwhelmed in the best way. And God, Sion loved that look. Loved the way Riku clutched his shoulder or pressed at his chest when he needed a break. That split-second when their lips parted; Riku flushed, breathless, nose red—that always did him in.
“This is— You are insane,” Riku whispered, dazed and shining with sweat as he finally pulled away. “I think I’m gonna lose my mind.”
Sion chuckled, nuzzling into his hair. “You’re the one who brought this up, princess.”
Which was true—though Riku never imagined a casual blowjob would actually lead to this.
And with a final curl of his fingers, Sion pressed in just deep enough to make Riku let out a loud, needy moan, his back arched, body trembling as heat bloomed across his skin like fire licking at the edges of something sacred.
Riku bit down on Sion’s shoulder, nearly forgetting they were in a hotel. He had no idea how thin the walls were, only that he couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his mouth.
Silently, he hoped the other members and their managers were sleeping deeply enough not to hear a thing.
"Si-Sionie hyung-sorry... ah... Stop—" Riku gasped, breathing hard as fresh tears pooled at the corners of his eyes.
"Are you good, princess?"
"Just put your dick insi—ah!" Riku couldn’t suppress his moan again when Sion’s fingers moved again in a particular movement, making Riku feel it even more. He squirmed on top of Sion, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation from three fingers inside, tears now spilling freely.
"No—Hyung, I almost came," Riku whined, voice thick with desperation. "I want to come on your dick, please—"
Sion’s movements stilled for a beat. He looked up at Riku with something softer in his eyes.
“You have no idea how much I missed this,” he said, thumb brushing a tear off Riku’s cheek. “You. Everything.”
Sion smiled and finally, finally slipped his fingers out of him.
“Up on your knees,” he murmured, and Riku obeyed without a word.
Sion reached for the condom he had tossed onto the nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled it on with practiced ease, grabbed another sachet of lube again, and he was stroking himself slowly, making sure every inch was slick enough.
"Guide yourself, princess."
Riku nodded. He reached behind to grip Sion’s length, lining it up with his entrance. He paused when the tip brushed his rim, then took a deep breath and began to sink down.
The head slipped inside with ease, and Riku let out a breathy whimper.
“God—ah—were you always this big? It’s not fair...” he muttered, his voice a high, trembling pout. Sion just laughed, leaned forward, and kissed his cheek.
Knowing how hard it was for him, Sion steadied Riku by the waist, helping guide him down. He could feel the younger’s thighs tremble against his own, and his staggered breath against his shoulder. When Riku was nearly fully seated, he let out a shaky breath—part relief, part disbelief—and then, with one final push, Riku took all of Sion in.
Sion’s hands lingered at Riku’s waist, grounding him. Then, tenderly, he reached up to brush the sweat-damp bangs from Riku’s forehead. Strands fell softly to the side, revealing a face that nearly took Sion’s breath away.
Riku looked radiant. Overwhelmed, but with a kind of dreamy, unfiltered joy that made Sion’s chest ache. His cheeks were flushed red, his brows faintly drawn together in a mix of pain and bliss, and there was a tiny, barely-there smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he couldn’t quite believe how good it felt. He was riding the edge of being undone and loving every second of it.
Riku began to move slowly, with a slight hesitation. He rolled his hips in slow, steady circles, grinding down against Sion as if to remind himself of the shape of Sion from the inside. Every motion was a careful test of how much he could take, how much pressure he liked, and where it made him feel most full.
Sion stayed still beneath him, letting Riku take the lead, his hands resting firm but gently on Riku’s hips. The younger's breathing was uneven, each exhale tinged with something fragile and hunger. His fingers curled against Sion’s chest as he rode the initial wave of adjustment, hips rocking forward with more purpose now, gaining confidence with every pass.
Then came the shift—just a subtle change in angle, in friction, and Riku shuddered. A choked moan slipped past his lips as he started to bounce, slow at first, finding his rhythm in the way their bodies met. The soft slap of skin filled the room, broken only by Riku’s whimpering gasps and the low hums of pleasure from Sion beneath him.
What began as cautious and exploratory grew quicker, more desperate. His thighs quivered with effort, but the pleasure of the burn chased him further into the haze. His eyes fluttered closed, and he felt so stretched—it bordered on too much, but in the most intoxicating way. He moved like he was chasing something just out of reach—and loving the journey anyway.
God, he was so full. The pressure sat deep inside him, pushing against nerves that made his breath hitch in his throat. And yet, even with his muscles shaking, Riku couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. The way Sion filled him—it was maddening. Just enough to make him feel on the edge of too much, but never past it.
When he opened his eyes, Sion was already watching him.
Sion looked like someone carved exclusively by God. Even in this state of his, where his skin was kissed by sweat, his face flushed with euphoria. The way his lips parted to let a soft moan escape, his thumbs caressing Riku’s hips. His gaze felt heavy, like it carried so much emotion. Riku felt his presence so much, too much, physically and emotionally.
In Sion's eyes, Riku was stunning. The way his head tipped back with every slow grind, lips parted in uneven gasps, his hair clinging to his forehead in damp strands. There was something unguarded about him in that moment—his expression caught between focus and euphoria, a dazed sort of bliss blooming across his flushed face.
Even when his knees were weakening and his pace faltered, Riku still smiled. Not a teasing smirk. Not that playful pout he wore during rehearsals or their behind-the-scenes video. But a quiet, warm smile, soft and unpolished. The kind of smile that told Sion he was still okay. That he wanted this.
Sion couldn’t help it—his heart ached at the sight. He brushed Riku’s hair with his fingers, letting it fall, and his fingers continued tracing the flushed edge of his cheek. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, voice thick with affection and restraint. “So beautiful like this.”
Riku whimpered at the praise. Something in him melted, and he leaned in, pressing their foreheads together for just a second, breath mixing—and then, Riku didn’t wait. He leaned in and kissed Sion, slow at first, confident, sure—but Sion quickly made it into something messier, needier. Riku couldn’t keep it up, like the emotion behind it caught up too fast.
Sion groaned softly, one hand sliding up to cup the back of Riku’s head, fingers threading through his damp hair, while the other settled on his upper back, drawing him closer until their clothed chests were pressed together. Riku’s boldness made him grin—but the way he melted into the kiss made his chest ache.
The kiss lingered for a moment longer, lips moving like they didn’t want to part—until Riku finally pulled back first, panting.
Then he moved again.
The pace built naturally, every rise and fall more confident than the last. Sion let his hands move, gripping tighter at Riku’s waist, anchoring him as the rhythm built faster.
And Riku was losing himself in it. In the stretch. In the friction. In the way Sion filled him like he'd been starved for this. Every time he came down, his breath hitched, a soft noise escaping his lips. Too good. Too full.
Riku felt himself getting close, and as if sensing it, Sion reached down and grabbed Riku’s neglected cock between their stomachs. He gave it a slight squeeze and matched the rhythm with a few pumps of his hand.
"Ah—! Wait, Hyungie—Stop—" Riku sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks, his face redder than before as his body grew more sensitive.
"God, princess, do you even realize how pretty you are when you're crying?” Sion kissed his cheek, tasting the salty tears flowing down, his mouth never leaving as he continued, “I’ve never seen tears look this good on anyone else but you." Sion's voice was so proud it made Riku blush, unable to hide how shy it made him feel.
Both his body and heart felt like they were overflowing–like something warm had bloomed behind his ribs and spread to the tips of his fingers. The kind of fullness that made his eyes sting, not from pain, but from being so wanted, so seen, until there was no room left for doubt.
Sion watched as Riku moved, more frantic, more desperate. He looked so good, too pretty, almost unreal.
Sion loved this.
Being used by his princess to chase his high, seeing Riku take control, riding him, flushed face, sweat glistening his skin, with tears running down his cheeks. He looked ethereal.
Honestly, Sion couldn’t believe Riku was his, and his alone.
It made Sion’s arousal build even more. He leaned in to pepper kisses from Riku’s earlobe—where his two piercings were—down his jawline, to the curve where his neck met his shoulder, right over the two moles that had driven Sion mad the first time he saw them. It was possessive. Like Sion was trying to mark every place he missed while Riku was gone.
Sion’s other hand, though, now slipped under Riku’s t-shirt, fingers teasing at the hardened bud beneath.
“Not my nipples—” Riku nearly shouted, grabbing at Sion’s wrist to stop his hand from adding yet another wave of stimulation Riku couldn’t handle. But he had no energy left, his hand just stayed there, resting weakly against Sion’s wrist.
He was too sensitive—everything burned, from the relentless grind, the way Sion stroked him, to the wicked flick of his nipple. He was chasing it. He knew he was close—and when he came, hard, his cum splattered across both their stomachs and clothes.
Gasping for breath, body limp and buzzing, he leaned down to rest his head against Sion's shoulder, only for the older man to start moving.
"Hyung! I just came—"
But Sion didn’t stop. Riku never said it aloud, but Sion knew—after just three times sleeping together during their early dating phase—that Riku secretly loved being overstimulated.
He could feel it in the way Riku trembled in his arms, too sensitive to move but not asking him to stop. The soft whimpers spilling from him weren’t quite protests—they were pleas wrapped in pleasure.
“I know,” Sion murmured, not sure if Riku could even hear him. “I know you like this.”
And he did. He loved watching how beautifully Riku came apart like this, undone and pliant, still trying to give him everything even when his body had nothing left.
Thankfully, Sion was already close by the time he started thrusting again, bouncing Riku up and down with his hands gripping the younger’s narrow waist, his hips slamming up to meet Riku's in a rhythmic pace.
Sion wanted to bring them to the edge together, whispering nothing but soft praises against Riku’s skin, trying to keep him from slipping too far into the overstimulation. Just a little bit more.
“Clench for me, princess,” Sion said, and Riku did just as he was told. And when Sion came into the condom, Riku went limp on top of him. His head dropped to Sion’s shoulder again, boneless with exhaustion.
Sion caught his breath as he emptied himself, letting the headboard support his weight for a second while he pulled Riku closer. He leaned in and kissed Riku’s moles again, this time giving them a few licks and gentle sucks until purplish marks began to bloom on the tan skin. He’d take responsibility when the makeup artists asked about it later.
His heart was still racing, so Sion stayed still for a beat, grounding himself in the feel of Riku’s weight pressed against him. Then, gently, he reached up, brushed the damp strands of hair away from Riku’s face, fingers trailing down to cup his cheek. His thumb followed the faint, drying path of Riku’s tears. Riku didn’t stir, but his lashes fluttered slightly. Sion's breath slowed, syncing in that quiet rhythm that only came after unraveling so completely in each other’s arms.
But even after a minute, Riku’s eyes remained shut, his breathing still loud in Sion’s ear. A flicker of concern passed through him.
“Hey, Riku…baby…are you okay?” Sion whispered, hand caressing his cheeks, thumb now brushing soothing circles against the skin. When Riku finally cracked his eyes open, Sion let out a small sigh of relief.
“Did I push you too far?” he asked again, quieter this time.
Riku tried to shake his head, unsure if he could trust his voice not to crack.
“My princess is so good for me.” The praise made Riku snuggle closer, wanting to hide.
They stayed like that for a while longer. Sion let Riku rest, holding all of his weight in his arms.
Riku was overwhelmed. Overstimulated. But he was happy.
After three months of hiatus, not being able to be this close to Sion, to feel his touch, to hear his voice right against his ear, he had missed it so much.
“I missed you,” Riku whispered. His voice was so soft, Sion almost didn’t catch it. Riku’s arms moved slowly from where they rested on his side to wrap around Sion’s neck.
Sion pulled him closer. Tighter. Emotions flooded in from the weight of those three simple words.
“I missed you, too. Thank you for coming back. Really.”
The hug felt different this time. Warmer. Heavier. More real.
When Riku finally wiggled himself to break the hug, Sion kissed him before slowly slipping out, careful not to rush. Riku winced slightly at the sensitivity as his legs gave out, and he flopped onto the bed.
Sion quietly got up, tied off the condom, and tossed it in the bathroom trash, because Riku had whined during their second time about how gross it was when he just threw them anywhere but the bin. He’d deal with the rest of the mess later. Right now, Riku looked like he couldn’t lift a finger and needed help.
On his way back, Sion stopped by the fridge and returned with a cold bottle of water in one hand and Riku’s favorite chocolate in the other. He sat at the edge of the bed and gently coaxed Riku upright, supporting his back as he guided the bottle to his lips.
“Slowly,” Sion murmured, brushing damp hair away from Riku’s forehead. Riku blinked drowsily up at him, lips parting to take a few careful sips.
“You want chocolate too?” Sion asked softly. “I brought your favorite.”
Riku gave a tiny head shake and leaned against Sion’s chest. “Too lazy to brush my teeth again,” he mumbled. A beat passed. Then—
“Wanna go shower?” Riku asked, looking up at Sion through his lashes. Sion had to pause, steadying himself. He couldn’t let his mind go there again—not now. Riku was clearly exhausted; his eyes were starting to lose focus.
So he simply nodded.
He lifted Riku in his arms and carried him to the en-suite bathroom. They cleaned up together—well, mostly Sion did the work, while Riku leaned against the cool tile, barely keeping his eyes open as Sion washed his hair and body with gentle, practiced care.
Not long after, they were clean, dry, and dressed in a fresh set of clothes.
“Sleep with me?” Sion asked as he climbed into Riku’s bed. He gave the linens a quick spray of his usual mist to freshen the air—and maybe to mask the scent of his bed.
Riku didn’t say anything, but of course, he followed, curling up beside him like he belonged there.
Because Riku would never say no to a cuddle. Not from Sion.
“Thanks for indulging me,” Riku murmured once they were settled. Sion just hummed and kissed Riku again, soft and slow, just the way Riku liked it.
“You good now?” Sion asked. No answer came, but Riku snuggled deeper into his embrace, his breathing slow and even. Sion smiled, breathing in the scent of Riku’s hair, warmth finally settling in his chest. His bed could wait. This—this was better.