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Sion’s oral fixation was well known by everyone. The members, friends, family, staff, hell, even the fans were creating collections of all of his photocards stamped with photos of him holding things between his lips. He wasn’t ashamed of his infatuation, he embraced it with stride as a part of him. He found comfort in the weight of something, anything, on his tongue.
Lollipops were in constant supply around him, always on hand when he was deep into a meeting just to keep him focused. The clickers of pens often found their ways onto his lips, held tight between them, pillowed lips around the plastic. Straw ends were left bit and chewed on, like a dog with a toy, finding soothing comfort in the action.
Nothing was off limits; that meant Riku was subject to this too.
Yushi’s party at the pool was dwindling down, cameras were being tucked away, the cake was carefully brought over to a nearby table where their maknaes were racing over to get a piece. Yushi was off to the side with Daeyoung, looking off the edge of the rooftop pool with arms laced around each other's waists, talking about something to each other in hushed whispers, more likely than not promises for later.
Sion turned his attention to Riku, whose legs were aching painfully. He had them propped against the wall, wincing with the cramping pain. He was giggling through it, but Sion could see how his eyebrows furrowed and lips trembled with each wave. It hurt a lot more than he was leading on.
Sion waded through the pool, pushing himself up and out of it by the edge. He was drenched to the bone with chlorinated water, leaving a trail on the concrete as he approached Riku’s side. His skin was becoming damp instead of soaked, the tan skin glistening like diamonds under the warm glow of the overhead light. Sion swallowed down a gulp in his throat before kneeling down beside him.
“Still hurt?” he asked, gently placing his hands atop of Riku’s calf, squeezing the tense muscle below. Through a pained noise, Riku nodded.
“Just a bit, I don’t know what happened… I haven’t had this happen in so long,” Riku trailed off, wincing as Sion’s fingers dug into a sensitive spot. Sion gently removed Riku’s leg from the wall, dropping it into his lap as he massaged the muscle, unwinding knots thought impossible to remove.
“You’ve been working hard for a long time now, probably from dancing all the time, I would think.” Sion pressed his thumbs into the underside of Riku’s cramping calf, watching his face twist and back arch off the concrete, groaning in release of the pressure.
“Do you feel like this too, hyung?”
Sion thought on it for a moment, mindlessly massaging Riku’s leg as he did. Sure, he was sore in spots, as they all were. His knee had been bugging him for a bit now, and his shoulder hurt from repetitive motions, but nothing muscular like Riku. If he was honest, he was craving release to hold something between his lips, to soothe him and get his mind off of the weight of his career. He craved the weight of something else entirely. Sion shrugged, sliding his hands up to Riku’s knee, gently rubbing on either side of his knee cap.
“I’m a little achy as usual, not like this though.” Sion watched Riku hum as he stretched an arm up to push his bangs from his eyes. Sion let his eyes linger on his boyfriend for a moment longer, holding back on crawling up to kiss away the crinkles between his brows with each ministration of his fingers.
“There’s something bugging you though, isn’t there?” Riku questioned through a pained whimper, muted and strained when Sion moved his hands up to his thighs, though his upper legs weren’t the problem. Those cramps weren’t travelling that far up. He didn’t stop Sion though, taking the free massage without much complaint.
Sion slid his palms over soft skin, his fingertips trailing along the edge of his swim shorts that fell at mid-thigh. He let the silence fall for a minute, admiring how the cushiony soft skin bloomed under his touch, dimpling under each press of his fingertips before bouncing back to fullness. Sion resisted leaning down and biting into the skin, just to taste the sweetness on his tongue. The elder instead wrapped his lithe hands over the expanse of his thigh, squeezing into the muscle as Riku let out a blissful, relaxed sigh.
“It’s nothing that can be fixed here.” Sion continued to massage his leg, eyes trained on Riku’s flushed face. Watching carefully as his eyes fluttered shut with complete relaxation, feeling his muscles manually unwind under Sion’s warm grasp. His lips were barely parted with soft breaths and Sion could only imagine taking his bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it until it was swollen and soaked with his spit.
At those words Riku opened his eyes, quirking a brow as he raised his head up, looking to see how secluded they were before continuing. “Oh?”
Sion smiled with that teasing, devilish smile of his. With his bunched cheeks and raised brows, a silent offer of something more later. Riku’s face blushed, a whisper-yell of Sionie hyung! shared in the space between them. Sion slid his hand up even higher on Riku’s thighs, letting his fingertips dance under the hem of his shorts. His massage was slowly being forgotten, favoring his hands exploring Riku’s bare skin with little stopping him.
Riku’s breath caught in his chest, a coil of blazing heat pooling in his belly as Sion’s hands danced their way up and up his shorts, a cut-off gasp escaping his lungs when the elder let his hand move to his inner thigh, gently pinching at the hyper-sensitive area.
“Sion-”
Sion quickly retracted his hands as a manager entered their bubble, putting on a polite smile as he went back to massaging Riku’s leg. He swiftly affirmed their question, trying his hardest to end the conversation as quickly as possible. And when that moment finally did come, Sion was met with Riku’s blushed, redhot face.
“Hyung, we almost got caught.”
“Caught doing what?” Sion teased, sneaking a hand up and into Riku's swimsuit. Ghosting over his inner thigh with a feather light touch, that alone made Riku’s whole body jump. Riku pushed himself up onto his hands, breathing becoming laboured as he yanked Sion’s hand away.
“You tease,” Riku huffed, curling his legs up and onto himself.
“You love it.” Sion leaned in, the distance between them dwindling. Sion made a quick survey around the room, finding everyone distracted with something other than the two. He snuck in a small peck to Riku’s lips, standing up from his spot quickly after before jumping back into the water without another word.
Their two youngest quickly followed, rushing to tease Yushi who was still basking in his birthday glow. Riku looked on in stunned bashfulness. His legs were bunched tight together, shielding anyone from spotting the swelling heat beneath the fabric of his shorts. Just the lightest of touches were making him worked up. He didn’t know what Sion had planned but something deep in his stomach told him it would be good.
He licked over his lips as he watched the muscles in Sion’s back flex and twist with each pass of his arm while swimming, only tearing his eyes away when the swelling down south became painful.
Sion was right, he did love it.
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Riku made quick work back to his room once the “problem” went down, pitifully excusing himself with reddened cheeks that his legs were still bothering him enough that he just wanted to go lay down. And of course vehemently denying that a manager escort him up to his room. He forcedhimself into a shower before Sion could even think of coming to his room. He knew that special knock would be coming, a pattern that only he and Sion knew just to let the other know of their arrival. Three evenly spaced, slow knocks that could send Riku into a heated huff alone.
He slipped himself into sleep shorts and a t-shirt, his usual pajamas that he knew would be ruined before the end of the night. Sion was always so messy.
Riku sat himself in the armchair by the window, watching as cars below whizzed by and patrons left closing restaurants. And while the world buzzed with life below, Riku’s world was buzzing with something hotter. A boiling heat that made his heart race and stomach flip with anticipation. He could hear shuffling around in the hallway, a sign that the others were finally returning from the pool. Managers voices could be heard in the hallway, bidding everyone a goodnight when those three fated knocks finally echoed out into the space.
Riku couldn’t even get up from the chair before Sion pushed into the room, holding a keycard from one of their managers pinched between his pointer and middle finger. His smile was stifled into a smirk, holding knowledge of something Riku didn’t. That hotel suite suddenly felt hotter, the air becoming tight and stifled between them. His hair was still dripping with pool water, dripping down his bare chest where droplets trailed down his sternum, across the planes of his abs and into the waistband of his swimshorts. Riku’s mouth became parched.
“Hi hyung,” he finally managed to squeak out, the heat of Sion’s touch on his thighs still scalding hot and filled with promise.
“Hi hime,” Sion spoke casually, dropping his towel down on the back of the provided desk chair, kicking his sandals off to make his way to Riku’s chair, “were you waiting for me?” Riku looked back puzzled, head tilting slightly, as Sion was the one to initially make a promise for something later. Riku looked back on the moment, trying to comprehend if he made a mistake interpreting what he meant.
Though quickly, Riku realized he was just teasing him again. Sion placed his hands on either side of Riku’s chair, hovering over him with their couple necklace dangling over Riku’s face like a doggy bone to a needy dog. Riku cowered under his presence, his breath catching in his lungs.
“I had an idea for tonight, Riku.” Sion reached up, tucking some of Riku’s blowdried hair behind his ear. His fingertips trailed behind the shell of his ear, toying with his earrings before mapping out the shape of his jawline. Gently guiding his face up into him.
“What?” Riku breathed into the inches between them. “What was bothering you? I want to help.” Sion quietly laughed at his eagerness, pressing a tender kiss to his nose, kissing at the mole on the bridge before trailing to his cheeks.
“Well, it’s gonna help both of us I think,” Sion said between wet kisses to Riku’s cheeks, mouthing at the corners of his lips before finally closing the distance. Letting Riku get a taste and feel for their liplock before pulling away. Riku gasped in need at that. He groaned in annoyance, but Sion’s teasing was nothing he wasn’t used to at this point. “It’s gonna help you relax your muscles, and help me relax in general…”
“Hyung, I don’t think my body can handle sex, we have to get up early and dance and-”
“We aren’t going all the way, at least I don’t plan on it,” Sion affirmed, resting his forehead against the younger’s as his hands made their way to Riku’s waist. Riku made a questioning sound, keening into his touch. His body arched up into him, needing more.
“Then what is your great idea?” Sion slid his hands up and under Riku’s loose shirt, feeling the warm skin under his palms. He couldn’t get enough of Riku’s body, constantly desperate to feel and touch until the skin was hot with friction. He wished to drag his tongue over the planes of skin, tasting him raw until all he knew was Riku. But that night wasn’t happening just yet, Sion had other plans.
“Can I let you use my mouth? All you have to do is sit there,” Sion said so casually, it took the breath straight from Riku’s lungs. Sion breathed it in, letting his nose brush up against Riku’s, just enough for the younger to chase him closer. Riku’s eyes were wide with shock, hands reaching to fist at Sion’s bare shoulders. His blunt nails dragging in the skin. Before he even noticed his legs were drawing up Sion’s wet sides, his skin becoming damp all over again.
Riku swallowed, finally finding the bite back. “That will relax the muscles in my legs?” If Sion could dish teasing, he could take it too. Through reddening cheeks, Sion ran his hands down to Riku’s thighs, suddenly lifting them up to wrap around his waist, the sudden movement making Riku flail and squeak out in shock. Sion laughed, slowly making his way onto his knees.
“Is that a yes? I really think it would help you relax. You’re so tense in your body, Riku, no wonder you're cramping…” Sion planted his palms on top of Riku’s thighs, behaving for now. Riku looked up at the ceiling, huffing out a short laugh down at his boyfriend. Riku reached a hand down, carding his fingers through his hair while his boyfriend’s sneaking hands looped over his hips, grabbing at them roughly and dragging Riku further down into the chair.
“I think I know what you really want,” Riku commented, guiding Sion’s jaw open with his other hand. Sion let his mouth fall open, his smile unhidden.
“And that is?” Sion annoyingly pushed, letting his fingertips hook on Riku’s shorts, waiting for his verbal affirmation before continuing.
“Something in your mouth.” Sion rose a bit from his kneeling, reaching up to finally close the distance between them. Riku tasted of cake and juice, sweet like the rest of him. Sion never thought much about how he kissed before meeting Riku, but now, he did it for sport. He loved unraveling him just from light nibbles on his bottom lip and the licking of the space behind his teeth. He could hear every lost whimper, feel the tightening of hands on his bare skin that was drying under the icy touch of air conditioning. Yet Riku made his skin feel hot all over before he could even feel the touch of cold.
Sion parted for a brief second, meeting Riku’s glistening, wide eyes with his own. Before Riku’s embarrassment from eye contact could catch up, Sion whispered “correct” beneath his breath, only loud enough for Riku to hear before connecting their lips once again. With one of Riku’s gasping whines, Sion slipped his tongue into the warmth of his mouth, laving over his molars and pointed canines, silently wishing for those sharp edges to dig into his skin. That was for another day, though.
“Do you want this?” Sion asked more directly, kissing on the corners of Riku’s lips as he let soft moans out, high in the back of his throat. Sion kissed along his face, making his way down to his neck where he left light, blooming rose marks against the flesh. Ones that would last for moments just to disappear right after. Sion buried himself against skin, sucking on his jugular just enough to have Riku squirm and squeal in his hands. Sion’s hands traveled around his waist, unable to get enough of him.
“Please, please hyung,” Riku breathlessly begged, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of Sion’s head as he mouthed at his neck. Sion peppered his kisses downwards, pecking along his collarbones before skipping down to his arms. He could taste the faint trail of building sweat on his skin, laving over his inner wrist just to savour it. Sion kissed his palm, down each finger until he slipped Riku’s pointer and middle finger into his lips.
Like he was at a restaurant, he was getting an appetizer for what awaited him. His own plump lips wrapped around Riku’s lengthy digits, licking between them with his tongue before sucking on the skin. While his one hand wrapped around Riku’s wrist, steadying his hand, his other hand travelled over Riku’s building erection in his pants.
Sion looked up to Riku’s face, staring into his dark pupils as pleasure overtook him. His eyebrows came together tight, and breathy, light moans were pulled from his lungs as the heel of Sion’s palm dug into his cock. Once it became unbearable for Riku to look any longer, he covered his face with his other hand, panting between each pull of Sion’s mouth on his fingers and the push of his palm in steady rotations.
“H-hyung- It’s already a lot.” Riku rolled his head back, choking on his breaths while his cock twitched helplessly beneath fabric. Sion pulled off Riku's fingers, letting the soaked fingers fall to the chair as he shucked Riku of his bottoms, his bare, hard cock flopping out against his stomach. It was pulsing with Riku’s heartbeat, dribbling precum onto his shirt in sticky strands. The strawberry red color was most vibrant at the tip, fading to deep pink everywhere else down the shaft. Sion’s mouth watered.
He let his hand wrap around it, encircling it into his fist as he hoisted himself up onto the chair, bullying his knee to Riku’s side and balancing on the cushioned seat. He braced his arm behind Riku’s head, taking note of how the younger’s head fell back to keep his attention on him.
“If you’ll let me, I'll make this go a lot longer than intended.” He slowly dragged his hand up Riku’s cock dry, the friction making Riku moan behind pressed lips, his thighs pulling up to clamp over Sion’s wrist, trapping him there. Sion released his other hand to push Riku’s legs apart again, fighting against his sensitive legs that always fought to clamp in pleasure. He balanced his weight against Riku’s pinned thigh, bearing into the plush skin. “You want that?” he panted into Riku’s mouth, taking him in for another sloppy kiss.
Riku rapidly nodded, biting his bottom lip as another moan was plucked from his lungs. Sion nodded back, taking his pace a bit quicker as he began to make out with the younger again. Exploring his mouth as if he didn’t have it memorized back to front. He twisted his fist around his length, pulling up to the tip to drop back down to his base, squeezing at the nerves there, then repeating up again. He found a steady pace on Riku’s cock, occasionally thumbing at the sensitive frenulum and digging his fingertip into the slit.
Riku’s moans echoed into Sion’s mouth, and Sion swallowed them down smooth, getting drunk off of them. The precum that poured from Riku’s tip slicked up Sion’s fist, making sticky, wet sounds fill the quiet of the room. Sion continued to jerk Riku’s trembling cock, selfishly speeding up in hopes he could take him in his mouth sooner.
Riku wrapped his arms under Sion’s shoulders, digging his nails into the exposed skin of his back and dragging down the length. Sion groaned into his mouth, feeling his own cock twitch with interest. Riku bore his fingers deeper into skin, legs fighting against the urge to shut in overwhelming pleasure. He was getting close, Sion could tell just at his quickening breath.
Sion quickened his hand, pulling away from Riku’s mouth to hear the stream of pleading moans, his eyes blown and glassy all over. His lashes were clumped together, fanning on his cheeks like feathers on pillows. Sion watched for the exact moment Riku’s body began to tip over, watching for his arching back and pinched eyes. And just as that moment rolled over, Sion ripped his hand away.
Riku’s whole body jerked with the sudden loss, eyes blowing wide open and lips parting with a gasping whine. He whined loudly, fighting against his body, twitching and convulsing from the pleasure loss.
“Sionie hyung, hyung, I was so close,” Riku rambled through gasping breaths, earning only a coo and nod in response. Sion kissed into his open mouth as an apology, cupping his cheeks with his now free hands (of course only after cleaning his hand of precum on his swim shorts). Riku’s hands squeezed Sion’s sides, fingernails becoming pleasurably painful as Riku rode out his faux orgasm.
Sion didn’t wait long before starting again, pulling away to get himself back down onto his knees. He placed himself between Riku’s parted legs, feeling them tremble around his sides and tighten with the need to close again. Sion forced them wider, making Riku moan with the strength.
“I know, but we don’t want to rush, right?” Sion rubbed his inner thighs, smiling devilishly as Riku’s cock bobbed with interest again. Riku rolled his eyes, his breaths finally slowing down until Sion pressed his lips against the top of his cock. He teased first, ghosting his pillowy lips against the sensitive veins, letting the tip of his tongue prod and lick just enough for it to tickle.
“So pretty,” Sion praised against his skin, looking up from Riku’s cock to find his eyes once again. Half lidded, so fucked out already with messed up hair, sticking up in 100 different directions after his head rubbed up and down, back and forth against the chair’s back. His skin was beginning to glisten with sweat, hair slowly forming clumps every passing second.
Sion grabbed onto the base with one hand, guiding it to his lips where he pressed one more kiss into the tip, lingering there and dragging it against himself before parting his lips, letting the main course finally come.
His lips stretched around Riku’s cock, taking it in inch by inch as his tongue flattened beneath it, licking down the length where the salt of his skin coated the wet muscle. He took the cock as deep as he could, finally feeling the tenseness in his shoulders sag with the weight of it in his mouth. He moaned around the length, fisting over what his mouth couldn’t reach before flicking his eyes up.
Riku was arched off the chair, chanting out Sion’s name like a prayer. His hands were balled up by his head, nails bearing into his palm. The elder slowly raised his head up, dragging out the action as slow as possible until only the tip rested in his mouth. He took a deep breath through his nose, sinking back down in one smooth motion.
With that pace, Riku was ruined. His nerves were shot, all on fire and spreading across his skin in waves. Riku’s thighs were shaking endlessly, trapping Sion’s body in place as his head bobbed up and down, spit and gagging noises filling the room. Sion took and took without stopping, so pleased with himself and Riku’s endless pleasure. He was so high strung from the first near-orgasm, his cock almost painful with the sensations on it.
Riku’s body was vibrating with ecstasy and it seemed to never end.
Sweat was soaking his frame, soaking through the shirt he wore before he even realized it. His collar was darkening with sweat, and as he reached to remove it, Sion was quicker. He snatched onto the hem, shaking his head around Riku’s cock before pulling up and off.
“Leave it, it’s hot.” Riku didn’t ever think that he would hear his boyfriend call his sweat hot, but it seemed that Sion found every bit of him alluring. Sion released the shirt, continuing to suck on Riku’s cock endlessly. Inducing toe-curling pleasure across his whole body. Riku was loud too, gasping through moans and crying out Sion’s name without any attempts at stopping. It was as if the pleasure was grabbing hold of him and keeping him in a constant state of uncaring.
Sion only hoped that the hotel had soundproof rooms as there was no stopping Riku.
Riku’s thighs drew up by Sion’s head, threatening to close and trap him there if it weren’t for Sion’s hands giving himself space. He continued to bob up and down, a steady, quick pace that was sending Riku over the edge again. Like a full glass teetering on breaking surface tension. Sion pulled off with a deep gasp for air, a mouthful of spit and precum coating his teeth and lips. Riku whined out again, tears of overstimulation beginning to bead up at the corners of his eyes. His ears were ringing, frustration from stolen orgasms beginning to fill his body. The pressure was overwhelming, too desperate for release.
“Hyung, hyung, it’s so much, it’s so much,” Riku panted, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair. Sion looped his hands under Riku’s thighs, grabbing onto the flesh right where his leg met his ass. “I can’t go again like that, I’m s-so close, I can’t-”
“One more time, I won’t go more than that, you’ve done so well,” Sion assured, pulling his body closer to his face as he shook in Sion’s hands. He rolled around in overwhelming pleasure, his vision whiting out in blissed out sensations. Riku was only getting hotter, his skin feeling feverish under the elder’s touch. His sweat was beading up on his temples, dripping down his jawline. Sion licked at the juncture of his pelvis and leg, lapping up beading sweat onto his tongue.
Riku’s long fingers threaded with Sion’s hair, tightening around it to ground himself as Sion angled his cock back to his mouth. Sion stilled, using his freehand to run over the top of Riku’s right thigh in soothing circles. He could see the exhaustion beginning to settle in Riku’s body, his muscles going limp and relaxing completely into the cushioning of the chair. Just as intended.
Sion slowed down a lot, gentle and soothing as he savored the moment of giving Riku mind-altering head. While as hot as the moment was, he truly savored the feelings of being able to give Riku pleasure, making him feel good in a way that was only reserved for him. The knowledge that only he could make Riku feel this way sent a thrill up his spine, making his whole body tremble with interest. Sion reached down into his now damp shorts, shoving them down his thighs and off into a random corner without care.
He wrapped a hand around himself for the first time that night, moaning dramatically around Riku’s cock. The vibration made Riku shudder, whining out little aha’s and mhphm’s between his bitten lips. His head moved at a slow but steady pace, moving his tongue around like he was painting an abstract painting with it, wild yet controlled movements. Just erratic enough to make Riku bow off the chair.
Sion used his free hand to hold Riku’s hips down, sucking his cheeks hollow around Riku’s cock with an obscene slurp as he pulled up to the tip, prodding the slit with his tongue as precum poured into his mouth. Riku’s fingers winded themselves tighter into his hair, pulling harshly in bliss. His mouth was swollen from the constant biting and coated in a thick layer of saliva. Sion couldn’t have found it prettier from his gaze below.
Riku was soaked in sweat now, seeping into his shirt until the white fabric became transparent. Sion reached up to fist the fabric groaning around him as his own cock twitched on his palm. Sion could feel Riku winding up for his final attempt at an orgasm, obviously more tired than the first two. His whole body was shaking like a leaf, desperate for release. Sion let Riku guide the pace with his hand, feeling his hips buck into his mouth in jittery, uneven thrusts. He let his mouth be used for Riku’s pleasure, letting him chase the last remnants of an orgasm until Riku’s thighs finally won, clamping tight around his head as he orgasm finally tipped over.
Riku wailed out in gasping, breathless moans into the night air. An incantation of Sion’s name that replaced any other thought in his brain. Schedules, lyrics, choreographies, names– hell, even his own name was completely erased from his mind, and in their place Sion’s devilish smile and taste of coffee and sweet gum filled the space. His vision was completely blacked out, stars of dizzying pleasure bursting like small explosions all over his body.
His fingers were tangled tight, bringing Sion as close to his body as possible while he crashed over in his climax. Sion breathed deep through his nose as Riku’s release poured down his throat, taking it all in stride.
“Mhmmmm… hyung, hyung, h-hyung, hyung…” Riku strung along, lolling his head to the side as Sion swallowed around him. His body’s shaking finally lulled down to trembling in the aftershocks, legs limply falling onto the elder’s shoulders.
Slowly, Sion pulled himself off Riku’s cock, standing on shaky knees to slide his cock onto Riku’s shirt clad stomach. Sion pulled the sweat soaked fabric over his cock, palming himself over the fabric as he fucked into the cavern of skin and sweat he created, moaning behind bitten lips as he chased his own orgasm. He could still taste Riku on his lips, and the sight of his fucked out boyfriend, so blissed out he couldn’t do anything but stare at Sion in awe, made his own climax even closer.
Riku used what strength he had left in him to slap away Sion’s hand, replacing it with his own. He gripped in a perfect arch around Sion’s cock, letting him fuck into the palm of his hand with desperation. Sion stuttered his hips with each grind, finally cumming into the pocket he created with shaking thrusts. His arms shook as he bared his weight on either armrest, teetering on giving out in exhaustion.
Their panting breaths filled the space between them, the room stale and humid with sweat and sex. Sion looked down at Riku, finding the image beautiful. His hair was still a mess, pushed off his forehead and tangled from the constant movement of his head, face completely blissed out and overrun with pleasure, he could practically see the pulse of his racing heart in the veins along his neck, decorated with those light marks that were sure to disappear by morning, but for now, Sion could admire it.
Sion tipped his head down, taking Riku in a gentle kiss, much lighter than before. Their tongues tangled together yet held no intent, just to feel each other close in slow, languid liplock. And when they separated, Sion cupped Riku’s jaw in his palm carefully, like he was a porcelain doll fragile enough to be broken.
“I love you,” he whispered against his lips, staring into his eyes deeply for the first time that night.
“I love you too,” Riku responded. Their heads collided together as their breaths finally began to slow down. There was no other moment that Riku felt they were more connected than after sex, every breath Riku exhaled was quickly inhaled by Sion, sharing breath like they needed each other to live. No need for words or explanations, they understood each other even in the silence. Even their heartbeats seemed to beat in tandem.
Sion slowly rose from the chair, taking a moment to catch his balance before helping Riku onto his feet. They were both shaky, wobbling while bearing each other's weight onto one another as stumbling steps finally made it to the bathroom. Riku caught a glimpse of themselves in the mirror, his face once again flushing at the sight. They really looked like a couple of messes, not that he could care though, it was perfect for them and them only.
Riku shared his second shower that night with Sion, quiet and muted after exerting themselves to the brink after an already busy day. The looming schedules of the day after began to come back to their heads, and a morning full of airports and flights around the world began to loom. But for the first time in a long time, Riku felt like he could actually get some rest.
When finally dressed again in clean clothes and dry fabrics, they slipped into Riku’s double bed, ignoring the second, empty bed in favor of sleeping together. Sure, halfway through the night Riku would roll away because he would be too hot, and Sion would steal the blankets from being too cold, but the warmth of another person always seemed to take them to sleep peacefully.
As Riku clicked his lamp off, he rolled over to be spooned by Sion, feeling his hands travel over his stomach, flattening out over the tank-top clad skin.
“Do you feel more relaxed?” Sion’s voice pierced through the quiet whirr of air conditioning, shaking Riku from his sleepy state. Riku wiggled his body a bit, the ache in his legs no longer there. His whole body felt like it was sagging into the bed, exhausted, but blissfully comfortable.
“I think so,” Riku whispered in reply, wrapping his arms over Sion’s, encapsulating his hands with his much larger ones. “Do you feel better?” It was asked with a slight teasing tone, his smile evident without Sion even looking. Sion nodded against the back of his head, taking a deep breath of his freshly washed hair.
Their schedules hardly ever gave them a chance to truly be together, to be a couple without the pressure of cameras or nerves of the next upcoming stage. But when they finally could be together, it didn’t seem too heavy to bear. Especially when stress relief was a part of their nights, followed by laying in the plushness of a bed that held the warmth of their partner, with completely relaxed muscles and minds; those nights were truly special and precious to the two. Even hurried trysts like their current situation, it felt heavenly just to be together.
And when the morning finally rolled over, and their alarms blared loud, the awakening didn’t seem so rude. They were awoken to relaxed minds and bodies, and suddenly the day could be managed a bit easier.