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Yushi is very strict with his boundaries. He’ll immediately say something if he’s uncomfortable, he’ll tell Sion to stop touching him for five seconds, he’ll tell a staff member if his plans suddenly need to change for his own comfort. He tends to be very clear about what he does and doesn’t like from fans, regardless of whether or not they listen. He tests his own boundaries sometimes, as a person should, but he’s not embarrassed to admit it, either. This is uncomfortable for me, but I’m going to try anyway. It’s endearing. Sakuya absolutely loves that about him.
Sakuya absolutely loves everything about him, but that’s not the point. The point is that despite all of this, despite Yushi being quick to assert his boundaries, he’s never once told Sakuya no. Never told him to stop. Never shoved Sakuya away with his ears blazing like he did to Riku that one time his hand dipped too low. It’s fascinating. Sakuya can’t figure out why he’s the only one to have never been told no, why Yushi’s boundaries seem to not exist for Sakuya in particular. Sakuya wants to know. He wants to make Yushi break to the point of finally pushing him away. He wants to see exactly how far he can go.
He’s already tested it to some degree, ever since the beginning. Sakuya already knows he can touch Yushi’s arms, shoulders, waist, his hips. These are all fairly common spots for Sakuya to hang off of, to hook his chin over Yushi’s shoulder now that he’s almost tall enough to do so. He’s put his hand on Yushi’s knee while on camera and Yushi didn’t even really seem to notice. They hold hands all the time, both on and off camera. Sakuya managed to pull on his earlobe once in a dressing room, although Yushi had nearly shoved him away for that.
It’s with all of this in his head that Sakuya drapes himself over Yushi’s back on the practice room floor. He’s supposed to be monitoring their last take, a 10-second clip of their upcoming b-side promotion, just the outro part. There’s a bunch of small details that need to be paid attention to, but Sakuya really isn’t capable of doing that right now. Not when Yushi is sweaty and warm in his arms.
Daeyoung says something, rewinds a few seconds, pointing at a blob that is probably Sion, judging by the placement. Sakuya can’t tell from this far away, and he doesn’t care to get any closer to the screen. His heart pounds in his ears as he presses against Yushi, heavy enough that Yushi unconsciously puts a hand on the floor to steady them both. He still hasn’t shoved him away, despite how hot and gross he must feel.
So Sakuya leans forward just the tiniest bit, presses a feather-light kiss high on Yushi’s cheekbone, just below his eyes. Nobody is looking at the two of them anyway. Nobody will ever know except for Yushi.
Yushi freezes in his grasp, stumbling over his words when he has to answer a question immediately after. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t try to shake Sakuya off. If anything, he leans back a little, his thumbs rubbing circles across Sakuya’s wrists around his waist. Interesting. Yushi’s boundary goes beyond a cheek kiss. A thrill zings through Sakuya’s chest, a new line to toe whenever he gets the chance.
Perfect.
Sion stretches over his head, purposely smacking Sakuya’s shoulder as he drops his arms. He waits until Sakuya turns his head to wink, gaze glancing down at Yushi in Sakuya’s arms. Oh fuck.
Sakuya feels himself blush, unexpectedly caught. Everyone stands up for another run of that bit of choreo, and Sion extends hands for both Sakuya and Yushi. Sakuya doesn’t take it, looking at Sion uneasily. Yushi does, because of course he does, and then Yushi is looking at Sakuya.
His ears are red, which isn’t a surprise. What is a surprise is the way that he can’t quite meet Sakuya’s gaze, staring just below his eyes or just off to the side. Huh.
Riku tackles Yushi from behind, sending them both flying forward and into Sion’s space, and Sakuya feels…weird. Yushi yells in annoyance, powerless against both Sion and Riku teasing him, ears blazing even more than they already were. He’s no longer looking at Sakuya, probably not even thinking about the cheek kiss.
Sakuya doesn’t know why that makes him feel so unsteady. He turns to the mirror and lets the metronome seep into his bones, ready to finally think about nothing at all.
—
It wasn’t Sakuya’s idea to watch something, but he’s not about to deny Yushi anything. They’re curled into one another in Yushi’s bed, watching whatever Yushi had put on the computer monitor on his desk. Sakuya couldn’t say what they’re watching. He hasn’t been paying even a little bit of attention. How could he, when Yushi is right there?
They’re still mostly sitting upright against the wall, Sakuya’s arm wrapped around Yushi’s waist, one of Yushi’s legs tossed over Sakuya’s. Sakuya’s other hand rests against the inside of Yushi’s knee there, while both of Yushi’s hands fidget in his own lap. Not an unusual cuddle placement, really. They sit like this all the time. And yet.
Sakuya can’t stop thinking about the cheek kiss. He can’t believe Yushi let him do that with no repercussions. Could Sakuya do more? Could Sakuya get away with a kiss on the mouth, even?
Well. Probably not. Sakuya shouldn’t even entertain that. He can’t risk accidentally scaring Yushi away. Not yet, anyway. But still. Sakuya needs to try something new or he’s going to explode. Yushi tends to be more lenient when they’re alone. Sakuya only feels a little bit bad taking advantage of that.
Perhaps this strong desire to keep trying is how he finds himself with his face in Yushi’s neck. He’s freshly showered, smells like Daeyoung’s soap for whatever reason. He is also very aware of Sakuya’s current location, judging by the way his skin rises every time Sakuya exhales. Fuck. There’s no going back now.
Sakuya presses his lips against the middle of Yushi’s neck, soft and gentle and fleeting. Yushi doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t seem to react at all, in fact. Maybe Sakuya was too light. Maybe Yushi didn’t feel it. Sakuya’s heart slams in his ears once again as he presses his lips a little higher this time, closer to the jaw, an undeniable kiss this time. He leaves his mouth there, hot against the skin, waiting for Yushi to do something.
He isn’t expecting it when Yushi exhales shakily and leans his head to the opposite side, giving Sakuya more room. Holy shit. Sakuya can’t even pretend his dick doesn’t jump. He can’t believe Yushi’s letting him get away with this, kiss him like this at all. It can’t be that Yushi likes this. Surely not.
Yushi reaches for the hand Sakuya left on his knee, intertwining their fingers together. Silent permission, almost. Sakuya feels crazy.
Sakuya kisses his neck again, makes use of the new space by nipping and licking and kissing his way up. He resists the urge to full on bite at Yushi’s jaw, kissing his earlobe instead. Yushi shudders against him, fingernails digging painfully into the back of Sakuya’s hand.
He’s red. Yushi always blushes easily, Sakuya knows that better than anyone. But still: his ears are dark, hot to the touch, and the skin on his cheeks looks almost fake it’s so pink. It’s beautiful.
”Pretty…” Sakuya mumbles under his breath. Yushi is always pretty. Sakuya can’t keep his noticing to himself anymore. Yushi squeezes his eyes shut, trying consciously to relax his grip on Sakuya’s hand. Sakuya still can’t believe Yushi’s letting him do this.
Of course his ears are sensitive. That should have been an easy guess, really. Sakuya avoids it for now, pressing his mouth into the spot on Yushi’s jaw just below his ear instead, sucking at it. He lets go of Yushi’s hand, splays his palm across Yushi’s thigh instead. Sakuya scrapes his teeth against the mark he’s hopefully just made when Yushi gasps. A quiet noise, but still the first noise he’s made all night. Sakuya could listen to him forever.
Would Yushi let him—? Sakuya doesn’t even finish the thought before he tries it, toying Yushi’s earlobe between his teeth. One of Yushi’s hands flies to Sakuya’s shirt, making a fist near the collar. But he still doesn’t push Sakuya away, he still lets his leg fall ever so slightly more into Sakuya’s lap. Sakuya pauses anyway, and then Yushi’s hands are on his face. Holding him, staring at him.
There’s an emotion in Yushi’s eyes that Sakuya doesn’t know how to read. There’s plenty more that he does know how to read, such as fear and desire. A pit drops into Sakuya’s stomach, heat swirling. He’s pretty sure Yushi can feel him hardening against his hip. He’s pretty sure Yushi doesn’t mind.
Or, well, maybe he does. He’s still holding Sakuya’s face, too tightly for Sakuya to actually move. This is probably Yushi’s boundary with him. Kissing his neck and cheek is fine, but actually getting turned on by him is…another level altogether. Sakuya gets it. It’s fine. It’s still miles farther than Sakuya thought he’d be able to get. He’s already happy with this.
And yet. The way Yushi’s looking at him, wide-eyed and scared and perhaps even a little hungry. He’s still looking, staring at Sakuya’s mouth. Is Sakuya brave enough to test another boundary, see how far he can really get? Is Yushi challenging him, or afraid of him? Does Yushi want to see how far Sakuya is willing to go if given the chance?
Sakuya’s brain screams at him to stop as he slowly leans in. He knows better, knows that if he’s wrong about this, he’ll lose Yushi for a very long time, if not forever. But if he’s right, and Yushi is simply too scared to ask for this, then what does he stand to gain? A chance to kiss Yushi for real, like he’s wanted to do all this time?
He searches every detail of Yushi’s face. Yushi’s eyes haven’t left Sakuya’s mouth at all for the past few minutes. His eyes are already prickling with emotion, although that’s not uncommon for Yushi, simply uncommon for it to happen with Sakuya. And then Yushi’s eyes slip closed, like he’s mentally preparing himself for Sakuya to kiss him, and Sakuya’s heart squeezes.
What else can Sakuya do?
He presses their lips together, gentle but not hesitant. Yushi is stiff, lips pressed tight like he’s scared. Sakuya himself is terrified. When Yushi doesn’t move, Sakuya does it again, a little longer, a little more relaxed.
He’s not sure how many times it takes for Yushi to start relaxing, to start enjoying himself. But he feels it happen, with Yushi’s lips unsticking from each other and pressing back against Sakuya’s more, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing against Sakuya’s cheek. Sakuya nearly feels like he could cry. Yushi wants this. Wants Sakuya to kiss him.
Sakuya licks against his lips softly, somehow surprised when Yushi parts them. He has no idea what he’s doing. He’s kissed Ryo exactly once before this, with no other experience to speak of. Sakuya is so wildly out of his depth, but he’s trying so hard not to let it show. He traces the ridges of Yushi’s teeth with his tongue, pulls Yushi’s bottom lip into his mouth. Yushi makes small noises in the back of his throat, once again gripping at Sakuya’s collar.
Sakuya’s hands move on their own, his left tracing the entirety of Yushi’s side down to his waist, his right sliding up Yushi’s thigh and jumping over the place he most wants to touch. Yushi’s waist is small in his grasp, one of Yushi’s legs forcing its way in between Sakuya’s. His dick burns when Yushi’s leg presses against it. Sakuya thinks he groans into Yushi’s mouth.
It’s…a lot. Sakuya’s brain is spinning. Yushi is offering his own thigh for Sakuya to grind against. Not that he’s complaining, of course. It’s just…
Yushi traces the outline of Sakuya’s cheekbone with his thumb, from his nose to his ear. And then he keeps tracing, his nail nearly getting caught in the edges of Sakuya’s earring. Yushi tugs at it, rolls the earring between his fingers, and Sakuya shudders. He definitely moans audibly this time, swears he feels Yushi smile against his mouth.
Sakuya feels lightheaded. He once again kisses down the column of Yushi’s neck, sucking random bruises as he goes. His hands are just under the edge of Yushi’s shirt, bare skin blazing against his palms. He’ll forever be in shock that Yushi is letting him get this far, letting him touch him this much. He pulls Yushi closer by the waist, the leg against his dick an anchor to rub against. Sakuya’s mouth is at Yushi’s collar now, nosing the shirt out of the way of his kisses. Yushi’s skin is red, just like his face, like his neck. He seems to blush absolutely everywhere. Sakuya wants to see how far it goes, wants to see proof that he’s the one making Yushi flush like this.
Yushi’s breath hitches, and then he breathes out a single word, the only thing he’s said all night. “Saku...”
It’s not reprimanding, or scared, or worried, all of which Sakuya would have expected. If anything it’s…begging. Almost as if he’s begging for Sakuya, which surely he isn’t. The notion of it makes Sakuya’s dick throb again, makes him lock eyes with Yushi when it does. Yushi swallows hard, squeezes his eyes shut in humiliation, and then tries to take his shirt off.
Tries, because they’re laying half-sideways and it gets stuck around his head. Sakuya can’t even help. Yushi’s bare chest is on display, specifically for him, and Sakuya can’t move. He’s never been allowed to look like this. Never been given the opportunity to stare at Yushi’s skin, no matter how many times they’ve changed for performances or practice or anything. He really does blush all the way down, the pink disappearing beneath his waistband. Where Sakuya also cannot stop looking. Yushi’s also hard, shadows forming a light outline of a tent in his pants. Sakuya thinks he’s drooling. Oops.
Yushi throws the shirt at Sakuya’s face as soon as he manages to get it off, and suddenly Sakuya’s attention is back on him. Yushi’s holding an arm awkwardly across his own chest, like he’s embarrassed. He can’t quite meet Sakuya’s eye. He’s so pretty, almost shy, and Sakuya is so overwhelmed. Yushi raises his other arm to cover himself more, and Sakuya can’t have that.
He pushes Yushi back gently, rubbing his wrists softly. There’s no reason for Yushi to feel ashamed. He’s so beautiful like this, like always. Sakuya lets his wrists go, sits back on his knees to simply look.
“I…” Sakuya’s voice sounds raw even to himself. “I really…can’t believe…you’re letting me see you…”
Yushi makes a noise in the back of his throat, brings two knuckles to his lips. Sakuya watches in amazement as Yushi’s cock twitches at his words, over something so simple. Something hot spikes into Sakuya’s stomach, greedy and hungry. He can’t resist dragging his fingertips across Yushi’s stomach, tracing the trail of red until he’s thumbing at the waistband of Yushi’s shorts.
”Yushi…” Sakuya can’t believe this. He thinks he’s hallucinating. He’s so achingly hard. “Do you…do you like that I can see you? Do you like when I look?”
Yushi whines, slapping a hand over his own mouth to stifle it. That really might be the best sound Sakuya’s heard in his entire life. It’s going to bounce around in his dreams forever. He twitches again, right where Sakuya can see it, and suddenly Sakuya needs a better view.
“Can I?” Sakuya hooks his thumbs in the waistband, tugging when Yushi nods vigorously. Yushi wasn’t even looking at him. Sakuya feels crazy.
Yushi’s shorts come off easily, tossed somewhere over Sakuya’s shoulder like the shirt a few moments ago. He’s truly so gorgeous, so perfect. And he’s painfully, achingly hard in his underwear, straining and leaking just for Sakuya. Because of Sakuya. Sakuya can feel his own orgasm about to hit him from these simple facts alone, so he picks up one of Yushi’s now bare legs and presses his mouth to a calf. Sakuya grinds his palm down against himself exactly once, and that’s all it takes for him to come. Yushi’s just…so perfect. Nobody could last in this situation.
He presses kisses all across Yushi’s leg, unwilling to stop now. Yushi’s still hard and waiting and letting Sakuya do all of this. Sakuya’s not sure when Yushi will tell him to stop, if Yushi will tell him to stop. He’s got to get as much of Yushi into his brain as he can, his own pleasure be damned.
Yushi’s skin is so soft. Sakuya gropes his thighs with both hands, mouthing his way down. Yushi gasps when Sakuya kisses the inside of his knee, jerking when he nips at his inner thigh. The skin just above Yushi’s knee is so soft, so perfect, and Sakuya can’t move. He kisses and sucks and prays he’s leaving marks for Yushi to see in the morning. For others to see in the morning, since they’re just above his knee.
When Sakuya moves closer, sucks a few more marks higher up on his inner thigh, Yushi cries out. His thighs nearly close around Sakuya’s head, back arching off the bed. It’s exhilerating. Sakuya feels almost drunk on the power to make Yushi squirm like this. Yushi’s thighs squeezing shut forces Sakuya’s head even closer to where Yushi wants it, his nose nearly pressed against where Yushi is leaking. Sakuya wants to taste him so badly.
Sakuya hovers, somehow still a little too scared to ask. Everything they’ve done until now can easily be labeled as fooling around. It’s mostly innocent. If Sakuya puts his mouth on Yushi’s dick, it’s over. It’s sex, whether they call it that or not. That puts Yushi in far more danger than simply fooling around, and Sakuya won’t make him take that jump if he really doesn’t want to.
”Y—you—“ Yushi can barely speak. “We—“
Sakuya doesn’t move, letting Yushi grapple with himself. Or do whatever he’s doing. Sakuya doesn’t really know. But then Yushi sits up a little, looks down at Sakuya for the first time. Yushi’s eyes are wet, although not exactly crying. He makes a punched out noise when he meets Sakuya’s eye. Sakuya doesn’t know what that means. He just knows Yushi looks so much like he does in Sakuya’s dreams, teary-eyed and hazy as Sakuya slams inside of him. Sakuya wants this so bad, wants Yushi.
Yushi makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a sob, and then he’s reaching down and pressing Sakuya’s mouth against his leaking cock. Finally.
Sakuya mouths at him, mouths all the way around the shape of him through his underwear. He’s leaking so much, already so wet, all because of Sakuya. Sakuya can feel himself starting to get hard again already.
Yushi yells when Sakuya sucks at his tip, hand tangling in his hair. It’s cold and wet and Sakuya can kind of taste him, even though the clothing. It’s exhilerating and Sakuya can’t stop sucking at him, gently pressing fingers around the outline of his base.
”Does—“ Sakuya exhales heavily, warm breath against Yushi’s dick. “—this feel good…Yushi…hyung?”
Yushi groans. Sakuya doesn’t often call him that when they’re alone, rarely speaking Korean at all when they’re alone. ”Yesssyesyes….oh god—“
Sakuya moans softly, warm all over. He needs to touch Yushi more, needs to feel every inch of him. He reaches up to cup Yushi’s face, to rub gently across his cheeks while Sakuya sucks at him. Sakuya always liked Yushi’s face, how pretty and soft it is. If he knew he had more time, he’d cover the entire thing in kisses, pay his respects to every corner and freckle and scar. Sakuya misses, a little lower down Yushi’s face than he meant to be, his thumb pressing against Yushi’s lips instead. He’s already leaning up to correct himself when Yushi simply opens his mouth instead, and Sakuya’s thumb slides inside.
Sakuya freezes. Yushi wraps his lips around the thumb, licking at it and sucking lightly. He’s absolutely lost his mind. Sakuya can’t breathe. Yushi looks up at him through his lashes, blinking slow, holding devilish eye contact as Sakuya pulls his thumb out. Sakuya’s definitely hard again. Jesus Christ.
Yushi swallows as Sakuya presses his first two fingers against his lips this time. Yushi sucks them in easily, sliding his tongue around, under, between. Sakuya swears. There’s spit running down the side of Yushi’s face. Sakuya rolls his hips against the edge of the mattress, needing friction now more than ever.
”Y-you’re so—“ Sakuya wraps a hand around Yushi through his underwear, a low groan reverberating against his fingers. “—beautiful. Most beautiful ever.”
Yushi arches into his hand, Sakuya’s fingers sliding further into his throat. Sakuya feels Yushi choke, feels the gag coming, and tries to pull away. Yushi bites him hard enough to hurt. Fuck.
Sakuya speeds up his stroking, a little awkward in his non-dominant hand. Yushi doesn’t seem to mind. Sakuya feels insane, still absolutely cannot believe Yushi is letting him do this at all. He has no brain left whatsoever, so he’s rambling. “Can’t believe you—look like this, this beautiful—just for me, Yuu-chan, so—fuck.”
Yushi grinds up into his hand, face wet from spit and tears and sweat. He looks so fucked. And Sakuya is the one who did it.
Sakuya buries his face in Yushi’s chest, kissing and marking and doing anything he can to get Yushi to come. “Wanna—do this for you. Always. Any time. Wanna take you apart.”
Yushi groans, sound muffled by the fingers in his mouth. His legs are tightening around Sakuya’s hips, it probably won’t take much more. Sakuya’s hand is so sticky. Sakuya presses his thumb hard into Yushi’s tip, grinding his palm down against the entire length of him. The drag of the clothing against him has to be overwhelming, it would make Sakuya crazy if the roles were reversed.
Which they could be. Sakuya would let Yushi do anything to him. Anything he wants, even if that means it would be Sakuya’s back on the mattress, Yushi’s fingers teasing his hole. He just wants Yushi to be happy, to feel good, to like h—
Yushi’s mouth falls open, head rolling to the side, Sakuya’s spit-slick fingers trailing across his cheek. Yushi barely has enough air to gasp as his orgasm hits, any sound punched out of him. He spills into his own underwear, just as Sakuya had a few minutes ago, leaking through the front.
Sakuya watches raptly as Yushi takes several heaving breaths, refilling the air he’d been lacking. Yushi holds a hand over his chest like he’s struggling to breathe, but all Sakuya can see is his fingers hovering over a mark Sakuya had just left.
And then Yushi makes a fist in Sakuya’s shirt collar and pulls. The shirt gets stuck around his armpits, and Sakuya’s resisting the urge to giggle as he maneuvers it off his body without losing Yushi’s touch. Yushi slams their mouths together as soon as he does, twining his fingers in Sakuya’s hair as he lays Sakuya on top of himself.
Sakuya is half laying on him, one of Yushi’s thighs still between his own. Yushi bends his knee just a little, enough to put even more friction against Sakuya’s dick, and Sakuya whimpers.
”D-don’t—“ Yushi chokes out, and Sakuya sits up immediately, not entirely sure what he was doing. Yushi glares at him in a way that would be almost comical in any other circumstance. He grabs Sakuya by the hips, thumbs hooked in his waistband, and pulls him over top once again. “Don’t stop, you’re—“
Oh. Fuck, okay, Sakuya can do that. He leans back down to kiss, but Yushi paws at his waistband. His hands keep wandering blindly until he reaches what he wanted, cupping and squeezing Sakuya over his sweats. Sakuya makes a noise he’s never heard himself make in his life.
”Off,” Yushi says softly, a non-demand that is making Sakuya’s brain a little fuzzy. “Want—want to feel you.”
Sakuya flames. He’s not sure why, he’s literally had Yushi’s dick in his mouth. And yet, this is new. This is Yushi wanting him, wanting to reciprocate in some way. Sakuya’s brain can’t manage that, however, and what comes out of his mouth is, “Like…inside?”
Yushi’s mouth snaps shut. Sakuya’s never seen him so red. They probably both look ridiculous. Yushi is staring at his lap, at his—
“W-well, I—“ Yushi’s voice is a little higher than normal. “That’s—“
Yushi covers his face with both hands and takes a deep breath. “Saku-chan.”
Sakuya hums.
Yushi still doesn’t look at him, but it feels wrong to move his hands away. “Do you…I kind of…wanted to see how far you would go. But I…how far are you willing to go?”
”I’ll do anything,” Sakuya blurts. “I’ll top, I’ll bottom, I’ll be your dog, you can tie me up, you can hit me, I’ll—“
Yushi puts a hand over Sakuya’s mouth, looking overwhelmed. He’s looking over Sakuya’s shoulder, at absolutely nothing. Sakuya supposes that probably was more than he bargained for. But, like, he literally asked. What was Sakuya going to do, lie?
Yushi takes a couple of deep breaths. Sakuya watches a freckle on the back of his shoulder rise with each one. Sakuya’s dick kind of hurts from being neglected for a second time.
”Okay…” Yushi says carefully, like he’s still treading water. “What…what do you want to do, right now?”
“I wanna fuck you.” Honesty spills out of him. “I mean. If that’s…”
Yushi stills. He leans his forehead on Sakuya’s bare shoulder. “We…we can’t.”
Sakuya’s chest hurts. He knew it was coming, somewhere in the back of his mind, but… “Why? I’m—you’re not taking advantage of me. I know what I want. I won’t let it ruin our—work, or anything, I promise, I—“
Yushi kisses him, painfully innocent, small smile against his lips. “Saku. I mean I don’t have any lube.”
Oh. “Huh?”
Yushi exhales a laugh through his nose. “I don’t—keep any. On purpose. We all keep our stuff in Riku’s closet because it’s the least likely to ever end up on camera.”
Huh. That…makes sense. “…Ryo keeps his on the nightstand.”
Yushi snorts. “Tell him to stop. Don’t give it to Sion, either, or he’ll use it himself.”
They kiss again, gentle but less innocent. Sakuya’s absolutely addicted to the feeling of Yushi’s lips against his. He wants this for the rest of his life.
”Um…” Sakuya tries to speak in between Yushi taking breaths, although it’s a little hard to think with Yushi’s hand rubbing his inner thigh. “Do you…can you go get it? Is Riku—“
Yushi pulls away, just far enough for Sakuya to see his unimpressed eyebrow-raise. “Why would I go disturb Riku right now?”
Sakuya flounders. Yushi puts a finger against his lips, traces the outline of them with his fingertip. His other hand dips into Sakuya’s sweats, pulling them down over the curve of his ass. “I think you should put this pretty mouth to good use.”
Oh. Oh. Sakuya can do that. He can try, at least. He fumbles with his own sweatpants, nearly falling off the bed in his haste to remove them. Yushi pulls him back down before he gets anything else off, Sakuya’s elbows pressing into the mattress by his head.
”Still—“ Yushi breathes around his tongue. “Wanna feel you.”
Sakuya holds him by the hips, lifts him up off the mattress. He presses himself against Yushi’s hole, separated only by their single layers of underwear. He’s warm, so fucking warm, and wet from sweat and come. He watches as Yushi’s cock twitches back to life, watches as Yushi’s face screws up a little. “Is this…is this what you want?”
Yushi shudders, not fully recovered from his first orgasm and a little overstimulated. He doesn’t answer verbally, digging his heels into Sakuya’s hips instead. Fuck. Okay.
He leans down to kiss Yushi for a thousandth time, tentatively rolling his hips against him. Yushi gasps softly, but his heels are sharp, and his grip is tight around Sakuya’s shoulders. Sakuya takes that as a good sign and does it again, a little harder, reveling in the way Yushi groans lowly into his mouth.
Yushi’s hands wander as Sakuya starts actually thrusting against him, pulling back just a tiny bit to make it feel more real. Yushi’s hands are smaller than Sakuya’s own, by a lot, and it’s—exhilarating. He pets up and down Sakuya’s sides, traces the ridges of his ribs, thumbs at his nipples a few times, making Sakuya’s thrusts stutter each time. He can barely reach Sakuya’s ass, but he sure tries, groping and grabbing and arching into his dick.
Sakuya can’t believe this, still. Never in his wildest dreams would Yushi want to touch him like this, would Yushi even let him do this much. Yushi feels much smaller than he is like this, curled into him, beneath him. Sakuya wishes he could encircle Yushi’s entire waist in his hands, although he can get close.
”Saku—“ Yushi gasps, sliding his fingers beneath Sakuya’s underwear. Sakuya pulls them off, lightheaded and nearly brainless. Yushi pulls his own off at the same time, a sense of desperation Sakuya’s never seen him have. “When did you—“
Oh. Right. Sakuya coughs. “Um. When you…were down to just your underwear. Hard and…leaking…for me…”
Yushi groans, something that sounds vaguely like Sakuya’s name. Sakuya doesn’t know what he says and doesn’t even really care.
God, his legs are beautiful. He’s beautiful anyway, Sakuya knows this better than anyone. But still. Sakuya presses his mouth to Yushi’s calf once again, squeezes the thigh on the opposite leg. Sakuya didn’t even have a thing about thighs until he met Yushi. He didn’t have most of his things in general until he met Yushi. First real crush and all that. Nothing hyper-specific searches and Sakuya’s right hand couldn’t handle at first.
“Saku,” Yushi calls, less of a groan this time. He squeezes his own thighs together, holding his own legs awkwardly at the knee, legs nearly straight up to the ceiling. “Um. If you want…you can.”
Sakuya blinks at him. “Fuck your thighs?”
Yushi nods, finally looking at him with intensity Sakuya never knew he had. Holy fuck.
”But…but you wanted—“ Sakuya points to his own mouth, not actually positive what Yushi wanted beyond that.
”You can blow me for real next time,” Yushi glances away, suddenly shy. “Or…whatever…”
Next time. Sakuya swallows. He slides a hand between Yushi’s thighs, not surprised that they’re fairly slick from sweat and Yushi’s own come alone. Yushi shudders at the sensation, Sakuya’s small finger very, very close to his balls.
Yushi has the core strength to make this work. Sakuya is probably strong enough to hold him up a little bit. He grabs a pillow nonetheless, feels Yushi put his legs over Sakuya’s right shoulder. Fuck.
He’s looking at Sakuya so warmly, like he trusts him with anything. Sakuya’s chest squeezes. He can do this.
He holds Yushi’s legs still, leaves one hand at his hip to steady him as he scoots closer. They both gasp when Sakuya’s tip presses into the back of Yushi’s thigh, both groaning softly when Sakuya slides in between. It’s so fucking warm. It’s not as wet as Sakuya expected, but it doesn’t seem to be hurting Yushi. Sakuya’s not sure this could hurt. Can it? Hm.
Sakuya pulls back slowly before pushing back in, and fuck. It’s truly just…so warm. So soft. Sakuya’s not long enough to poke out of the front, much to his own dismay, but Yushi’s reacting so well he doesn’t even care. It surely can’t feel that good, not nearly as good for him as it would be being inside, but he’s breathing heavily, head rolled to the side. He’s doing his best to keep his thighs squeezed, as tight for Sakuya as he can be.
It’s so perfect. Sakuya’s so happy Yushi likes him enough to let him do this. Sakuya wants to touch him like this for the rest of his life. Sakuya loves him so much, it’s starting to hurt.
Sakuya ignores the emotions rising in his chest by reaching around Yushi’s legs to the front, wrapping a hand around him as he fucks in and out. Yushi makes a noise loud enough to warrant covering his mouth in embarrassment. He’s leaking more and more into Sakuya’s hand, and Sakuya can feel his own second orgasm building quickly. It’s not as easy to tell the second time, but he’s only been like this once before — the day he’d pressed Yushi into the practice room floor, Yushi’s orange hair splayed out around his head like a halo. If the camera team hadn’t been there, Sakuya might have done more. He hadn’t known they were there in the first place.
Sakuya briefly wonders if that day did anything for Yushi. Maybe Sakuya was too young at the time. Maybe Yushi had just been scared. Maybe Yushi had also jerked himself dry at the mental images. Maybe Sakuya will never know.
Yushi makes a fist in the sheets, biting his lip so hard it has to hurt. He’s so close. Sakuya consciously speeds up his strokes, starts to fuck into his thighs recklessly. The less thinking the better, probably. Or something. He can’t think anyway, not when he’s chasing his own pleasure so desperately.
Sakuya still comes first, a low groan escaping his lips. He doesn’t move, coating the inside of Yushi’s thighs nastily. Yushi follows immediately after, noises muffled by his own hand, spilling into Sakuya’s hand. Sakuya feels disgusting. Not even an hour-long shower could possibly make him feel less sticky right now.
Not to mention, Sakuya doesn’t think he can make it to the shower. He flops face-first into Yushi’s mattress, energy completely drained. He hears Yushi snort next to him, and then the mattress shifts as Yushi rolls off of it.
And then there’s a loud crash as Yushi hits the floor.
Sakuya shifts onto his elbows, barely able to hold himself up. Yushi’s staring back up at him, mortified. “My…legs are weak from…”
”You good?” Somebody yells from down the hall. Jaehee.
Shit. Fuck. Balls. They weren’t supposed to be home. Yushi’s eyes widen. Two pairs of footsteps sound down the hall and Sakuya shoves himself under Yushi’s nasty, sticky comforter.
”You keep sounding like you’re in pain, are you—“
”Don’t come in,” Sakuya and Yushi yell at the same time. Fuck. Sakuya shouldn’t have done that.
There’s a very loud moment of silence. When Jaehee speaks again, it’s a bit reluctant. “…Sakuya?”
Yushi throws his own discarded shirt at Sakuya’s head again, balled up tight enough to almost hurt. “Please go away. Or bring me a wet towel, either one.”
”Eww,” Riku hisses through the door. “Somebody fucked you so good you can’t walk to get it yourself?”
Yushi freezes, still on the floor. “…Maybe. Sort of.”
”Holy shit, dude,” Riku snorts as Jaehee sighs. “Can you stand?”
Yushi leans over to smack his own door with the heel of his hand. “Either go away or I open this door naked.”
Jaehee bangs back, and they can only tell it’s Jaehee because of how high up the door it is. “I’ll leave Riku’s wipes on the floor, I don’t need to know who’s in there with you.”
Riku gasps. “Hello? I paid good money for those?”
”Okay? And you don’t use them because you never bring anybody—“
Their voices trail off as they bicker down the hallway, and then a few minutes later, Jaehee comes back and places something just outside the bedroom door. Yushi waits another two minutes before cracking the door open and snatching it inside.
”Aww,” Yushi huffs a small laugh. “He left us a wet towel anyway.”
Sakuya picks himself up again, still completely sapped. He’s never felt like his own body weighed as much as a car before. He can only imagine how Yushi feels, and Yushi’s still moving.
Yushi can stand, as it turns out, feeling quickly returning to his legs now that they’re below his heart again. He cleans the mess off of his thighs first with the wet towel, passing Sakuya the container of luxury-brand makeup wipes. Sakuya’s arm is so heavy. He smacks himself in the stomach way harder than he means to.
It doesn’t take Yushi very long to clean himself off, or at least, he’s much more efficient than Sakuya is. Yushi throws on a pair of shorts and the tshirt Sakuya had been wearing earlier, and then turns to see how very little progress Sakuya’s made. He snorts, looking down at him fondly.
”Do…do you need help?”
Sakuya flames. He’s not a baby, he can find the energy to do it himself, but… “I’m…so tired…”
Yushi giggles softly, wiping Sakuya’s stomach gently. He very softly cleans off the tip of Sakuya’s dick, pausing every time Sakuya hisses with overstimulation. Sakuya wasn’t the messier of the two, not with come-related messes anyway.
Yushi leans down to kiss him, one knee on the mattress. It’s chaste and sweet, and Sakuya aches. “Oh, you really are tired. I thought you just wanted my hands on you again.”
Sakuya can’t even find the energy to laugh, so he hopes the small smile he pulls gets the message across. “Well. I mean. That too.”
Yushi pulls back, tossing the wipes in the trash. He throws Sakuya’s sweats back at him, and Sakuya groans at the idea of sitting up enough to pull them on. Yushi raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, and Sakuya very quickly folds under the pressure.
God, everything hurts. Maybe Sakuya doesn’t want to bottom. He didn’t really want to in the first place, but like, if that’s what Yushi wanted, then he would have done it, no question. But if he has a choice, it’ll always be Yushi beneath him, committing to memory the hundreds of different faces he makes because of Sakuya.
Sakuya lifts his hips high enough to get the pants on, and then it’s over. He can already feel sleep pulling at him, and Yushi isn’t in his arms yet. He grumbles, hand clenching empty air in Yushi’s general direction, and then he’s there.
Yushi crawls into bed, kisses Sakuya on the mouth once again, and pulls Sakuya into his side. Sakuya flops over just enough to throw his arm over Yushi’s waist, to nuzzle into the side of Yushi’s shoulder.
It’s so comfortable. Sakuya always sleeps best with Yushi, always has. Yushi presses a final kiss to his forehead, wrapping his own arm around Sakuya’s shoulders, and then Sakuya dreams of feather-light kisses, high-pitched laughter, and cheeseballs.