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Yushi was quiet.
Sure, in private Daeyoung could proudly say that Yushi is talkative, only when out of the sight of the public and out of camera flashes. But even then, Yushi talked in that cotton candy like tone, so light and airy every word came out sounding painfully sweet. The members never minded, though, finding it endearing when Yushi spoke no matter if it was in private or in public. He was shy and soft-spoken, they all respected those aspects of himself.
So yes, Yushi was quiet, but no one gave him any trouble over it.
Daeyoung, on the other hand, was much louder in his day to day life in comparison. Their dorm would be as quiet as a mouse if it wasn’t for Riku and Daeyoung filling up the noise. That also included more adult activities.
Daeyoung and Yushi had fooled around on more than one occasion, rushed shower sessions that left both panting and helplessly grinding against one another, lazy early morning makeout sessions while they pushed away the weight of their jobs for just a fleeting moment, and even late night visits that Riku had been the unfortunate listener of (though, Daeyoung and Yushi had been the listener of him becoming the loudest person ever when Sion visits so, he thinks it’s only fair).
Amongst all of those visits, Yushi didn’t audibly moan, if he did it was breathy, a silent crawl up his throat of pleasure that escaped in those tiny, barely audible whimpers. Daeyoung knew this, he didn’t need the noises to know that Yushi felt good. He could feel it, hell, he could see it written in the way that Yushi’s brows furrowed and head tossed back to the ceiling. He was loud himself, be it topping, bottoming, subbing, or domming-- It never mattered. He liked letting Yushi know he felt good, audibly.
Daeyoung always told himself that he didn’t need to hear Yushi’s noises to know he was doing a good job.
It was thankfully an off day, the members laid in their beds till the afternoon, silently recharging before the next cycle of schedules started. Daeyoung did the same, curled up amongst his blankets with a video quietly playing on his phone. He could hear Yushi distantly showering, and he knew it was Yushi simply by the fact that Sion was over and that meant Riku was showering at night that day.
Silently, he wished for the elder to come into his room. Even if it was just to sleep throughout the remnants of the day he didn’t mind, he wanted it.
Okay, maybe he wanted a little bit more. He couldn’t blame himself with how busy they had been recently. They barely had time to rest let alone have sex, so Daeyoung couldn’t help but be a little pent up.
As the shower distantly turned off, Daeyoung sent a quick text to Yushi’s phone.
come here pls :<
He heard the phone ping from his room, the shuffling of steps, some semi-rushed movements before the bathroom door opened up. Yushi appeared in his doorframe within minutes.
His blonde hair was pushed back off his forehead, with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His (read: Daeyoung’s) clothes hung loosely off his frame, leaving Daeyoung’s heart pattering through his chest.
“What’s wrong?” Yushi stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and crawling onto the mattress. He laid beside Daeyoung, sitting against the headboard expectantly.
“Nothing,” Daeyoung rolled onto his other side, his head pressing into Yushi’s side, “Just wanted to see hyung.” His arm slipped over Yushi’s waist, keeping him trapped to the bed under the flex of his muscle. Yushi slipped a bit further onto the bed, peeling away the comforter from Daeyoung to curl under it with him. Like velcro, the two’s legs laced together, arms tangling around one another, to anyone else, it looked impossible to differentiate where Yushi started and Daeyoung ended. To the two men, it was perfect.
The clean, ivory scent of Yushi’s body wash overtook his senses, soaking into the fabric of his clothes to linger for hours after. Daeyoung had a curved smile across his face, happy to be in Yushi’s presence. The elder swore if Daeyoung had a tail it would be wagging half the time.
“You seem sleepy.” Yushi commented, his fingers carding through Daeyoung’s tresses.
“I am.” Daeyoung whispered, “I haven’t been able to sleep well in a bit.” Yushi hummed in response, his arms reaching over his head to stretch like a cat. His back arched into Daeyoung, pressing their frames endlessly closer. Yushi placed his arms back down, reaching to pluck the younger’s glasses off his face. He folded them gently, placing them onto his bedside table.
“Why?” The blonde asked.
“Why what?”
“Why haven’t you slept well?”
“Haven’t been able to sleep with hyung.” Daeyoung smiled, watching as Yushi’s smile curled across his lips. His teeth showed briefly, making the younger’s body warm with the passing seconds. Even from below, Daeyoung found him so endlessly beautiful.
“I’m here now.” Yushi dropped his head against the pillow, “You should nap while I’m here.”
“Are you gonna sleep?” Daeyoung’s eyes went wide, giving that puppy-like look that Yushi couldn’t help but silently fawn over.
“If I end up getting sleepy I will. But if I don’t get tired I’ll just lay here with you.” Yushi reached into his sweatpants pocket, dropping his phone behind Daeyoung’s head. He rolled his body down further, taking Daeyoung down with him.
Yushi gave his shy smile to the younger, nodding as he opened up his arms to pull him in closer. “You’re warm.” Yushi preened, his body wiggling to take up the heat.
“You’re cute, hyung.” Daeyoung replied, giggling sleepily as Yushi’s body flushed with the compliment. He turned his head away, looking at the foot of the bed instead. Daeyoung hooked his chin atop Yushi’s head, sighing sleepily into the afternoon air.
“I’ll be here when you wake up.” Yushi whispered into the fabric of Daeyoung’s shirt. He squeezed the sleep warm body once more before relaxing under the comfort of Daeyoung’s arms. Suddenly, sleeping didn’t seem so hard.
⏝
Daeyoung didn’t wake with his body naturally, nor did he wake from an alarm. He scrunched his nose up, wiping at his eye with the back of his hand before looking around again. He couldn’t tell where the noise erupted from, or what the noise exactly was for good measure.
Hhmph…
There it was again. But this time, he knew exactly where it came from. Yushi, below him was dreaming, his nose was scrunched, his eyelashes gently laid against his cheeks, while his eyebrows intermittently furrowed with the release of another noise. Hnngh Daeyoung...
“Hyung?” He croaked, his voice thick with sleep. Maybe Yushi was having a nightmare, he thought. Though his lips were too curled to be a face of fear or discomfort, he was enjoying whatever his dream held for him. Through those curled lips, they slightly parted, a softer noise releasing.
“Is he moaning?!”
Daeyoung’s body shifted slightly and suddenly the heat between Yushi’s legs became well known to the world around them. “Hyung.” He peeled his body away just enough to get air between them, only to hear another whine from the blonde. “Wake up, hyung.” He gently shook Yushi’s shoulder, watching as the sleep began to leave his brain and the thought that he was actually awake overtook him.
He whined quietly, annoyed with the sudden consciousness. The room was cast in darkness, hardly able to make out any features besides what glistened in the moonlight. Daeyoung reached to his headboard, clicking the switch for his fairy lights. A warm glow fell on the two.
“Hyung, you were dreaming.” Yushi, half-awake, looked down, his face going beet red with the realization.
“Sorry, sorry Daengie.” Yushi pushed himself away, covering his face with one hand as his mind racked for another way to apologize. Instead, Daeyoung took his hand away and laid back down with it in tow. As if the younger could read his mind, he smiled and pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. Yushi grimaced knowing that it was likely tacky with sweat, but Daeyoung didn’t mind.
“It’s okay, hyung, really. I just didn’t want you to wake up in a mess.” Daeyoung lurched over, pecking Yushi’s lips gently. The younger’s eyes trailed down, his breath hitching at the visible arousal in his pants. But just as he was about to speak, the memory of his quiet moans filled his head. A Cheshire smile stretched on his face. “You were moaning, though hyung.”
Yushi’s eyes widened, as if Daeyoung said something horribly wrong. “No I wasn’t, I don’t do that.”
“But you did, hyung!” He smiled wide, “I swear you were. It was quiet but you were.”
“I never moan.” He huffed, rolling over in the bed, his back now facing the younger. Daeyoung hooked his chin over Yushi’s bicep, his fingers pressing into his sides teasingly.
“You did though, it was so cute.” Yushi huffed, pressing his face into the bed below.
“Hush.” He whined with no bite, only making Daeyoung giggle a bit louder.
“You never do that with me, it was like a treat for me.” Yushi laughed a bit at that, his body shaking with a stifled chuckle.
“Like a treat…” He repeated, flipping onto his back to face Daeyoung.
“It was!” He defended. Daeyoung kept his face resting on Yushi’s shoulder, looking up at him from the angle. “I didn’t know that you ever moaned, let alone from a dream.”
“I usually don’t want to risk anyone hearing, so I just hold back.” Daeyoung’s eyes were as wide as saucers, his imaginary tail going wild behind him.
“I’m so loud though! Riku too! Hell, even Sion is loud!” Yushi hushed him with a palm over his mouth, taking a deep breath. Granted, he never thought of it that way, night after night he had to cover his ears due to Riku and Sion’s shenanigans, and he never paid attention to Daeyoung’s growing voice throughout their nights. Why did he care so much about his own?
“Hyung… ” Daeyoung pouted, interrupting the thought, “I like knowing I’m doing a good job.” Yushi softened hearing his words, licking over his lips with his head tossed back against the pillow. His sweet, lovely Daeyoung was asking so nicely, who was he to deny? His hips ached with his still ever present erection, begging to be solved. “Even if it’s quiet, I like hearing it.”
Yes, Daeyoung always told himself that he didn’t need to hear Yushi’s noises to know he was doing a good job. He didn’t need to hear it, but knowing that he could hear it now opened up Pandora's Box for him.
Yushi pushed his body off the bed, taking Daeyoung’s wrists on his own and flipping him onto his back. The sudden movement made the younger squeak, looking up at the elder expectantly.
“Beg.” He ordered, his eyes filled with something the younger couldn’t identify.
“Huh?” His lips pursed with the noise, making Yushi falter in his demeanor before regaining composure.
“Beg for me to moan.” Daeyoung’s mind cracked, turned to TV static, shattered into unfixable shards. His body already felt hot with the order, yet his brain felt hazy.
“Hyung,” He started, his voice high in the back of his throat, “Please, I want to hear how good I make you feel.” Yushi was silently arranging himself on Daeyoung’s lap, hands still pinning the younger to the mattress. His ass rubbed against the latter’s clothed cock, sparking it awake. Daeyoung whimpered at the feeling, his fists balling. “Please, I wanna be good.” Yushi bent down, kissing him intensely.
Their lips collided rough, with teeth clashing together as tongues fought for purchase in the other’s mouth. Daeyoung’s hips rutted up against where Yushi grinded against him, silently begging for more and more. Yushi kissed Daeyoung's mouth, trailing down with a line of spit to his neck, nibbling at the skin without marking it.
“Hyung, I’ll do anything.” He whined, his voice trembling with each stuttered moan. “Ahh- Hyung, please.” He felt at Yushi’s disposal, willing to go along with anything as long as it made the elder feel good. He needed to know that Yushi felt good, he needed to hear it.
With another grind of Yushi’s hips a gentle, barely audible huff left his lips. Daeyoung smiled, meeting the elder’s hips half-way. Yushi’s back arched at the feeling, his body stuttering at the sudden contact. A breathy noise escaping his throat.
“I’ll be good.” Yushi pulled away from his spit-soaked neck, smiling cat-like down at the younger.
“I know you will.” He whispered against Daeyoung’s lips, pulling away just as the younger keened into his mouth. Desperate for another kiss. “Just lay there for me, Daengie.” His hands finally released Daeyoung’s wrists, coming up to his sweatpants to tug them off, shucking the boxers off as well. The smoothness of his thighs came around the latter’s waist, rubbing against the slip of bare skin where his shirt rode up.
His palms instinctively fell on the plushness of his thighs, rubbing the soft flesh. His red cock bobbed with the sensation, drooling out pre-cum onto Daeyoung’s waistband. Yushi keened quietly, struggling with not swallowing it down.
Yushi himself was trying to break out of this habit, and Daeyoung was a perfect reason to try. He fought off pressing his lips together as the younger’s hands travelled to his inner thighs, letting out a soft haaah when his thumbs pressed into his skin.
Yushi groaned as he hoisted himself onto his knees, leaning over Daeyoung with three fingers pressed to his bottom lip. “Open.” He gently ordered.
Daeyoung eagerly opened his mouth up, whining loudly as the digits slid over his tongue. He could taste the sweat on his skin, the distinct taste of Yushi that coated his skin, he lapped up every drop eagerly, his wide, glassy eyes never leaving the elder.
Yushi let Daeyoung grab onto his wrist, watching with care as his tongue lapped between the lengths. “I’m gonna prepare myself, you’re gonna watch.” Yushi warned, “You can touch, if you would like.” Daeyoung nodded as if it was even a question. He definitely would like too.
Yushi pulled his fingers out of Daeyoung’s mouth, smiling at the whine from him. “You’re being so good, puppy.” He praised, “Listening to me so well.” The use of the petname sent a shiver down Daeyoung’s back, a sense of pride washing over him with the praise.
His hips bucked up with the name, the ache of his cock straining in his underwear was beginning to make him restless. But he was good and he was going to wait until Yushi let him take his clothes off. If anything, he could be patient.
Yushi slipped his hand behind himself, slipping two of the spit soaked digits into himself. His body jolted with the intrusion, the weeks in between of sex making itself known in that moment. Daeyoung steadied him by his waist, slipping under his shirt to squeeze at the warm skin.
“Pretty hyung.” He whispered, watching attentively to Yushi’s furrowed brows. The lithe digits pushed further into himself, stretching against the silkiness of his walls deliciously. With a particularly hard press of his fingers, Yushi’s mouth dropped open.
“F-fuck… Jehi...” He moaned, struggling against the bashfulness of his own noise. His free hand came to rest over Daeyoung’s erection, rubbing over the length through the fabric of his pants. “I got you, just lay here.” He reminded the younger, working in tandem to stretch himself for his cock while simultaneously getting him painfully hard. “Being so good for hyung.”
“I wanna be good, I wanna be good.”
Through strained moans, Yushi panted, “Hnnnmm… You are.” Daeyoung’s head rolled back on the pillow, the sound of his voice sending shockwaves through his body, struggling to keep his eyes on the elder. “Eyes on me, puppy.” He huffed, gritting through pressing a third finger in.
Daeyoung tilted his head back down, his hands digging tight into Yushi to ground himself. “H-hyung.” He huffed, a line of tears on his lashes. Not ones of pain or sadness but of pleasure, threatening to fall onto his reddening cheeks. Yushi was beautiful, Daeyoung thought, his body rolled in perfect waves, rocking his hips against himself all while his fingers stretched deliciously. His head was lolled to the side, panting through his beautifully audible moans. The heel of his palm rutted against Daeyoung a bit rougher, leaving his legs trying to curl up with the feeling. The weight of Yushi’s body held them down in place.
Finally, once Yushi deemed himself prepped enough, he raised his hips from Daeyoung’s pelvis, yanking the fabric of his sleep shorts and underwear down, hungrily looking at the painfully erect cock in front of him. Daeyoung kicked his limbs free from the pants, planting his feet into the bed to give Yushi support by his legs.
Yushi spit globs into his palm, stroking Daeyoung’s cock until it became wet with saliva. The bare contact sent Daeyoung writhing, his hips rutting and rocking up until Yushi pinned his hips back down with his body. Yushi continued to stroke his hypersensitive cock, his thumb digging into the slit. He spit one more time for good measure, raising up onto his knees and lining himself up.
“Good?” He paused, one hand steadying himself on Daeyoung’s stomach. The younger nodded rapidly, muttering off please and keep going in repetition. With the word, Yushi began to sink down.
Tight, tight, hot, soft, tight- Daeyoung nearly screamed at the feeling, biting into his bottom lip as his cock became enveloped by Yushi’s body. His eyes pinched shut, digging his nails into the elder’s waist. The sound of the blondes moans only egged him on, struggling to resist bucking up into Yushi.
“Hyung!” He cried, those tears once threatening to fall crashing down in steady streams. “H-hyung, you feel so good.” He hiccupped, his head lolling around while unable to control himself.
“You do too, Daeng.” Yushi sat fully down on Daeyoung’s cock, taking deep breaths as his body adjusted to the stretch. He could feel the length all the way up to his stomach, taking his breath away. He wrapped a hand around himself, trying to counteract any pain of the stretch. “Hyung can feel you so deep, puppy. You are so deep in hyung.” Daeyoung almost cried at the words, his back arching off the bed at the subtlest of movements. His half-lidded eyes honed in on Yushi’s glistening skin, the way his lips stayed parted through his wanton, long-winded moans.
Slowly, Yushi began to rock his hips up. Raising a couple inches before dropping back down flush with Daeyoung’s hips. His eyebrows furrowed tight, and his teeth sank into his bottom lip before releasing. “G-good.” He praised once more, gathering a rhythm in his hips and thighs to steadily bounce on his lap.
“Hyung.” He whined, his hands weakly flopping from Yushi’s waist to his own chest, balling into a fist. “Fuck, hyung, you feel so good.” He cried, his stream of tears dripping down his face. Yushi leaned down, without stopping, and licked against the line of his jaw. His tongue lapped up the salty tears, pressing a kiss into the lobe of his ear. His moans flowed directly into Daeyoung’s ear, flooding the younger with ecstasy. Every caught breath, strangled moan, and lengthy whine so clear- so loud. Daeyoung knew he was ruined, nothing else could compare to the sound of Yushi’s moans.
Daeyoung’s eyes rolled back into his head, crying out Yushi’s name like a prayer. The roll of Yushi’s hips on his cock sent him reeling. The steady, yet brutal pace set by the elder only made his body shake harder. The blonde gripped onto Daeyoung’s wrists, once again pinning them to the bed as he set the pace faster. His thighs burned yet he ignored it, hyperfocused on making Daeyoung (and himself!) climax.
“You’ve been so good for hyung.” He whispered through breathy, wailing moans. Daeyoung looked up from the bed, his eyes wide and wet for Yushi. The elder took the latter’s lips in his once more, his tongue effortlessly slipping into his mouth. He mapped out the length of his tongue, the space behind his teeth, and even the roof of his mouth. He swallowed down each of Daeyoung’s whines only to reciprocate them back into him.
He could feel himself getting close, the strain on his thighs making him falter. Thankfully, Daeyoung noticed and wordlessly took the work into his legs. He met Yushi half-way, thrusting up until their skin loudly slapped against one another. Yushi’s blunt nails dug into his wrists, silently smiling at the whine the action kicked out of Daeyoung.
The spring inside of Yushi was building in pressure, each of Daeyoung’s thrusts meeting the bundle of nerves inside him that led him to seeing stars. His breath caught endlessly in his throat, struggling to escape. The slide of his cock inside of him brushing against every nerve almost became too much, almost. The stimulation was endless, and Yushi would do anything to keep it going.
With a particularly hard piston of Daeyoung’s hips, Yushi gasped loudly into Daeyoung’s mouth, a loud cry of his name pouring from his lips. His cock jolted, ribbons of cum pouring out onto Daeyoung’s stomach. “Jehi, Daeyoung, Daeyoung- fuck, you feel so good, fuck, Daeyoung.” He cursed, the filthy words sounding like heaven in the younger’s ears.
“Hyung.” He cried, the tightening of Yushi’s walls threatening to send him over the edge, “I’m not gonna last in you.” He hiccuped, waiting for any semblance of permission. Yushi nodded, fighting through overstimulation to ride out the rest of his own orgasm.
“Go ahead, puppy.” He shuddered, tightening his core further as his Daeyoung continued to thrust into him. He could feel the shakiness of his body, he could physically feel how close the younger was.
With a few shallow thrusts Daeyoung was pouring into Yushi, an unblushingly long moan streaming from his mouth. His back was bowed into the elder’s frame, letting Yushi take the opportunity to slip his arms under him. His head fell into the clothed chest, panting loudly into the air around them.
It was humid, smelling of sweat and sex yet neither could be bothered to care. The awfully still silence that filled the room was loud, not even the sound of Riku shuffling in his room next door could be heard.
Gently, Yushi raised his hips until Daeyoung’s sensitive length plopped out. A steady trail of release dripped down the cleft of Yushi’s ass as a result. He was exhausted, and needed another shower but he couldn’t be bothered to care right then.
His grip on Daeyoung’s wrists softened, moving up to lace tightly with his digits. Their palms collided tight, unmoving in their grip. “Was I good?” Daeyoung’s voice broke through the silence, sounding a little nervous as if there was any other option for an answer.
Yushi smiled small, huffing a short laugh before lifting his head. He pressed a weak kiss to his chin, laying his head back down against his collarbone. “So good, puppy.” He whispered, he squeezed his hand for good measure.
The two laid in comfortable silence, gathering their breath and calming the race of their hearts after the intense climax both had. Yushi thumbed over the back of Daeyoung’s hands, raising one to kiss at the back of his palm.
“Hyung sounded pretty.” Daeyoung followed up suddenly. Yushi’s pink tinted skin flushed a darker red, his cheeks hot to the touch. “You shouldn’t ever hold back anymore.” He huffed.
“I just keep thinking about how Riku and Sion heard us.”
“We’ve heard them so many times.” Daeyoung deadpanned, licking over his lips. Yushi released their hands, sitting up on the younger’s lap with only a soft wince at the base of his spine. The younger held him by his hips, careful to not let him fall over. Yushi ignored the words, instead, his palms rested over Daeyoung’s chest. Trailing down to his belly button and resting there.
From where he sat perched, Daeyoung smiled at the cat-like resemblance. “What?” Yushi questioned, noticing his lingering stare.
“You sit like a cat, it’s cute.” Yushi hummed through the compliment, the shyness that was long gone slowly returning into him. Daeyoung pushed himself up off the bed, looping one arm around his waist and pulling him close. “Thank you for indulging me hyung even if you didn’t have too.” He murmured into his shoulder.
Yushi’s arms naturally fell over Daeyoung’s broad shoulders, looping behind his neck. His head pressed into the space under his jaw and against his shoulder. “I wanted to.” The younger smiled, a blush reaching across the apples of his cheeks. “You’re cute when you are begging.” Daeyoung’s eyes widened, his body stilling with the sentence, now it was his turn to heat up with embarrassment. His lips smushed into Yushi’s skin, hiding the wide smile that threatened to show. Suddenly, a teasing thought passed through his head.
“Then, will hyung do it again later if I ask nicely?”
Oh, what has Yushi unleashed…