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Oh Sion wouldn’t exactly say he had a porn addiction.

He could still, like, function in normal society. He had a job (which he very much hated, but that was besides the point), and he had never had to stop what he was doing at work to go rub one out in the bathroom. He had never had to call out because he couldn’t stop playing with his meat. He could talk to people and not have flashes of the last porn video he watched play in his head. He could still be normal.

It was, however, becoming increasingly clear to him that orgasming was starting to become the only source of happiness in his life. His job, where he worked as a paralegal for a relatively large law firm in Seoul, was sucking the life out of him. Early mornings, late nights, no time to hang out with anyone besides his coworkers. Not that he had many people to hang out with, but still. It had been a little while since Wonbin had texted him asking to go do something. It hadn’t been very hard to slip into depression, fueled by a monotonous life with little time for himself. The stress had gotten to him, and he had to relieve it the easiest way he knew how: by jacking off.

So it was through this hunt for relief that Sion made the greatest discovery he’d ever made in his 27 years of life: Kuri0628.

It had been a particularly rough day at work for Sion. A missed deadline, an incompetent team, and an angry boss had been a recipe for complete disaster, and Sion had wanted nothing more than to get home and rip his pants off. He was now sitting in his gaming chair, work pants tossed carelessly onto the floor, legs spread wide as he opened the website on his computer. It was a camming site, because, ashamed as he was to admit it, he preferred human interaction. It was easy enough to pretend that whoever was streaming was addressing him directly, and the barrier of the computer screen saved him the embarrassment of something like going to a strip club, or, say, trying to go on a real date.

The first thing he noticed once the website loaded and he logged in was that no one he typically watched was currently online. Sure, it was kind of a weird time. He had just gotten out of work, albeit a little late, so it was around 7 pm. But still. Didn’t these people want to make money? Begrudgingly, he moved over to the “Currently Streaming” tab and began to scroll through.

He looked at all the thumbnails, not really finding anyone that caught his eye. He refreshed the page once. Still nothing. He hit refresh again. Seriously, none of his usual go-to streamers were online? Not a single one of them? He hit refresh one last time before stopping in his tracks, because the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his entire life appeared on his screen. Kuri. Kuri0628, to be exact. The thumbnail was an up close shot of the boy staring up at the camera, arm outstretched like he was adjusting something on it. The movement made it so you could see down his neckline. It was a little pixelated, but Sion could make out full lips, fuck-me eyes, broad shoulders and sharp collarbones. Sion was smitten instantly, knowing that this was the boy that was going to help him come tonight.

He clicked on the video, titled “Haii :3c Cum Play W Me~Mrreow,” and joined the crowd of 3 other people watching the boy on the screen put on a black headband with cat ears attached. They blended suspiciously well into his hair. For a brief moment he felt almost jealous that he hadn’t been the first person to click on this stream. The boy on screen was talking about something, gesticulating wildly as he did, but Sion was too distracted by the muscles in his arms and the size of his hands. The boy was still wearing a tank top, and Sion desperately hoped he would take it off soon. He was already starting to chub up in his briefs and nothing had even happened yet.

“So, anyways, that’s why I’ll never stick THAT up there again, haha…okay, let me look at the chat—oh! Do we have a new viewer tonight? Hi there, Mr…rabbit0511! Welcome to my show!”

Sion almost jumped and looked around his room, as if the boy could see him. As if he didn’t literally read Sion’s username out loud. Kuri0628 was smiling at the camera, pretty teeth on display. Sion wanted to reach a hand through the screen, into the other boy's mouth and run a finger over his molars. Press a little harder down on his canines, just to feel the bite of it against his finger. He felt his heart crack a little bit. A literal angel just said hello to him on his stream.

“Ohh, Mr. Rabbit, are you shy? Or are you just not paying attention to me? What do I have to do to get your attention?” Kuri got closer to the screen, pouting in a way that made Sion feel his stomach flip. His hands flew to the keyboard so fast it surprised him, like he wasn’t the one controlling them. He’d been watching this streamer for maybe 3 minutes and was already losing it, like a freak. He needed to get a grip.

Smooth. Really chill. Awesome.

“Ohh! No one’s ever asked me to call them hyung before. Hmm, okay hyungie. Does that sound good?”

Sion felt his dick violently twitch in his briefs upon hearing the title come from Kuri’s lips.

He closed his eyes. Did he just stutter through text? He hadn’t even meant to, he was just so uncharacteristically nervous. No one this attractive has ever given Sion the time of day. He watched as Kuri smiled, a felinesque smile that made him look like he was plotting something. Kuri leaned back, palms pressed into the sheets behind him, still smirking at the camera. One of the sleeves of his tank top had started to slip down his shoulder. Sion couldn't remember the last time he had gotten this hard so fast. He could feel himself leaking a little.

“Now, hyungie, I think since you’re my newest viewer tonight, we should give you the special treatment. So the floor is yours. What do you want to see?”

It was almost like Kuri had reached through the screen and cut open up Sion’s stomach, letting his guts fall out all over the floor. What…what did he want to see? The possibilities were…literally endless…fuck. He couldn’t even think straight.

Kuri tut-tutted, flashing a lopsided smile at the camera before taking his tank top off. Sion was blessed with miles of honey-tan skin, and cute, perky, brown nipples that he wanted to get his mouth on.

“Hyungie, I was going to do that anyway. Is that really all you wanted to ask me to do?”

Sion was typing with one hand. His other hand was pressing down hard on his cock over his briefs, trying to relieve some of the pressure without really touching. He didn’t want to come so early, but just listening to the flirty way Kuri teased him was sending him close to the edge. Like he was a pathetic piece of shit.

Sion held his breath as Kuri read the chat, watching as he smiled again and sat up on his knees, showing off his toned stomach and prominent v-line, leading down to a pair of cute, pink, lacy panties. Kuri was sporting a half chub that was evident against the fabric of the panties, and Sion’s mouth began to water when he saw the wet spot. He wanted to dig his nose into Kuri’s panties. He wanted to wrap them around his head and never breathe fresh air again. He felt crazy.

“Wait until you see the back,” Kuri said, tauntingly, as he slowly turned around, revealing that not only did the panties not have fabric covering his (extremely nice) ass, but he was wearing a tail. A cat tail butt plug. Sion wanted to reach through the screen and tug on it, and watch the boy beneath him squirm. He couldn’t believe his luck, finding Kuri randomly like he did. Kuri was everything he could have ever dreamed of in one man. He was going to have to unsubscribe from every other streamer he ever watched, because no one else can even come close.

‘You don’t even know this guy. Calm down,’ the rational part of Sion’s brain was saying. ‘Maybe he’s weird. Or maybe he’s into something you really hate. You don’t know him. You’re being a freak.’

But then Kuri started moving his hips, making the tail swish back and forth, and suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Nothing mattered, except for the fact that Sion wanted to bury his face in between Kuri’s asscheeks and pull the plug out with his teeth.

“Hyungggg,” Kuri whined. He turned back around, laying on his back with his knees up, propping himself up on his elbows so he could still look at the camera. “Hyungie, do you think I look good? Can I touch myself now?”

Was he really…asking Sion for permission to touch himself? A million scenarios flashed through Sion’s head, all of them involving Kuri in those cat ears, a cute collar, and a leash. Sion smiled blissfully until he remembered that the boy that was writhing around his bed on his computer screen had asked him a question.

Kuri just laughed. “What kind of question is that? Of course I do.” He reached over to his right, just off screen, and picked up a long, relatively thick dildo. Sion blinked. That thing was, like, huge. Was Kuri, um…used to things of that size? Um…and…would he consider…downsizing for Sion?

Sion nearly finished typing ‘umm do you have any smaller toys actually for no particular reason lol’ into the chat when Riku huffed a little, whining out another needy “Hyung. Stop ignoring me or I’m gonna ban you from my channel.” That got Sion to haul ass.

Riku gratefully brought his hand down to trace along the outline of his cock in his panties, shuddering a little every time he brushed against the head. He continued to tease himself over the fabric, mewling softly before stopping and staring right into the camera.

“Hyung, are you doing it too?” He asked, cocking his head to one side. Sion felt his heart stop. He didn’t even bother taking his briefs off, he just pulled his cock out through the front of them as fast as possible and wrapped a hand around the base of it tightly. He didn’t want this to be over too quickly, but if he was being honest, he was already almost there. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been this horny.

Wait. That sounded kind of creepy…but he watched as Kuri read the chat and moaned louder, pulling his panties to the side to finally let his cock out all the way. Sion can see it glistening with precum. He wanted to taste Kuri so badly it was making his head start to hurt.

Kuri wrapped a large hand around his cock, stopping himself again to look at the camera shyly, biting his lip. “Hyungie, you can’t come until I do, okay? Try to keep up,” he smiled, and Sion felt like he had just gotten stabbed. He was already so close just from looking at this boy. There’s no way he was going to last as long as Kuri, not a chance. Kuri’s wrist started moving, setting a quick pace from the get-go, and Sion knew he wasn’t going to be able to do this.

Then Kuri’s mouth started moving.

“Ohh, hyung, hyungie…want you so bad. Wish you were with me…want you to tear my panties off with your teeth, want to feel your tongue all over me…want you to leave bruises on my hips and thighs…want my hyung to take care of me…would you do that for me? Would you make me feel good?”

Sion had his eyes closed, hand working around his cock at a snail's pace. He paused for a moment, pulling his shirt up and over his head. It was taking everything in him not to come on the spot, and he didn’t need to ruin his shirt. Again. Did Kuri talk to all his viewers like this? And, oh. Sion didn’t like that thought. Shaky fingers flew across the keyboard, desperate for some sort of reassurance. Surely no one else had gotten to see Kuri like this. Surely Sion was the only one to receive this special treatment, right?

“Yes! Yes…” Kuri moaned. “Hyungie…my only hyung…want you inside…would you fill me up?”

Kuri stopped the movement of his hands again, and Sion’s about to get annoyed at the fact that Kuri’s definitely prolonging this on purpose when he sees Kuri wiggling the plug out.

“Hyung, can you hold my hand when you put it in? You’re so big…I’m so nervous it’s gonna hurt…” he said as he reached off screen for something, leaving Sion with a clear view of his gaping, wet hole. Sion couldn’t even believe his eyes. Kuri was uncapping a bottle of lube and pouring some onto his dildo with long fingers and Sion was thinking about how he had never wanted to be a dildo this badly in his entire life. He would sit there and let Kuri use him until he couldn’t move his own body anymore.

“Hyungie…hyung, I feel you…” Kuri was panting, pushing the dildo inside so slowly Sion was genuinely starting to worry that he was never going to be able to come. He was scared that his own dick was going to turn purple from how badly he wanted to come.

Kuri whimpered, but complied, pushing it in a little faster until the balls of the dildo were finally hitting his ass. He sighed loudly, stilling his hips to try and get used to the feeling. “You’re…you’re so much bigger than I’m used to, Hyung…” Sion watched as Kuri’s free hand twisted into the sheets. There was a layer of sweat that had formed on Kuri’s skin that made it look like he was sparkling. Sion wanted to lick the sweat away from every crevice of his body.

He sort of felt a little crazy, typing like that publicly where…three other people could see, but Kuri made him feel legitimately insane. He’s never been this horny, even with previous partners. He’d say all this shit out loud in public if Kuri was right in front of him.

“I feel you, hyungie…want it so bad…wanna make you feel good so bad…” Kuri threw his head back as he thrust the dildo in and out of himself, free hand white knuckling the sheets. Sion wasn’t going to last, not like this.

Kuri smiled, shaking his head. “Am I really that good?” He asked, still pushing the dildo inside. “Hyungie can’t wait until his baby comes first? That’s a shame.” He tilted his head to the side a bit then, his sweet smile becoming almost wolfish. “When you come, you have to show me.” Sion felt his breath catch in his throat.

“When you come,” Kuri started to say, breaking off into a small moan. “When you come, you have to take a picture of the mess you made and send it to me in my DMs. I want to see it.” And that’s. That’s certainly something. Sion felt himself start to panic.

What if Kuri sees how small Sion is and blocks him? What if Sion loses out on the love of his life, all because of his stupid cock and balls? He tightened his hand around the base of his cock, humiliation creeping in. Kuri smiled even harder at the camera, eyes turning into half moons and sharp, pretty teeth on full display. For a moment, Sion felt like prey.

“Aww hyungie, you don’t like that? You should have thought about that before you let yourself go so soon,” he said in a pouty voice, pretending to feel bad for Sion. “Well? Don’t keep me waiting.” And. Well. Sion couldn’t say no to him. He didn’t think he was ever going to be able to say no to Kuri.

He finally let himself jerk off at the pace he wanted, feeling his orgasm slam into him like a freight train. He came all over himself, his hand, his abs, some even got onto his chest. He stared at his computer screen in shock for a moment. Kuri was still laying half on his back, propped up on one elbow, one leg in the air, his other hand between his legs. Sion’s eyes honed in on where the dildo was disappearing inside him. This man had just given Sion one of the best orgasms of his life. Sion might just be in love for real.

He leaned back in his chair, taking out his phone. He needed to snap a picture before his dick completely softened. Kuri didn’t want to see that. He took a few, trying to find the right angle to get his cock, abs, and chest in the picture. This was literally so embarrassing.

He opened up the website on his phone, going straight to Kuri0628’s creator profile and starting a new DM, not even bothering to check the photo before hitting send. There was no going back from this. He could hear Kuri’s phone go off on the stream. He watched closely, trying to ignore the feeling of cum drying on his stomach in order to get Kuri’s reaction.

Kuri reached blindly for his phone, shoving the dildo deep inside and putting his leg down, resting for a moment to open Sion’s picture. Sion still couldn’t quite wrap his head around what was even happening right now. He had found the hottest person he’s ever seen in his entire life on a camming website, and now he’s sending him pictures of his cum? Because he was asked to? Yeah, there was something seriously wrong with him. His train of thought was interrupted, however, by Riku making a squawking noise that might have been akin to some sort of large bird.

“O-oh, Hyungie, is this really you? You didn’t…you didn’t AI generate this?” He sounded like he was genuinely asking. Sion blinked for a minute at his screen.

“Mmffggh, hyungie, I wasn’t expecting you to be so…hot…you wanna make me come? You wanna fuck me so hard I squirt? With a body like that, I’d let you…please say I can come now, please, want it so bad…” Kuri was rambling, and it made something in Sion’s chest puff up, knowing that his picture was what sent Kuri over the edge.

“Oh…o-oh…oh hyung! Thank you…thank you…” Kuri was whining as he shoved the dildo in as far as he could, grinding his hips on it again and again until he painted his stomach with white streaks. Sion’s chest ached, watching as Kuri sat up, panting, covered in sweat, reaching for a towel to clean off his cum with. If Sion had been with him in real life, he would never have to use a towel again, because Sion would just lick everything off his stomach. He really wanted to taste Kuri.

After catching his breath and wiping himself off, Kuri ended the stream, thanking his viewers for watching, and especially thanking Sion for the “incredible” orgasm. That was the word he used. Sion felt himself blush a little. After the stream closed and the screen went blank, Sion still just laid in his chair a bit, staring at his ceiling. Suddenly, his life had meaning again. He couldn’t quit his job, because he needed to be able to start donating to Kuri. He wondered if Kuri had a wishlist.

He wondered if Kuri had…a boyfriend. No…he couldn’t have a boyfriend. If Sion was Kuri’s boyfriend, Kuri absolutely would not be allowed to interact with his viewers that way.

Well. He probably wouldn’t have even allowed Kuri to start streaming like that in the first place if he was Kuri’s boyfriend, so…

Sion’s phone buzzed. He picked it up from where he had dropped it on the floor, curious as to who would be messaging him this late at night. Or at all, actually, since he had no friends. When he opened his phone and saw who it was, he gasped and dropped his phone onto his stomach, landing right into the little puddle of cum that had gathered there, not quite dry yet.

Sion wanted to throw up. Kuri was messaging him. Kuri was talking to him outside of the stream. Kuri messaged him first. Kuri…called his cock small. Okay. Okay, he needed to throw himself off a bridge.

Awesome. Way to lay on the charm. Sion pinched the bridge of his nose, mentally kicking himself for responding like that. He’s really got this in the bag.

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“Hyung,” Kuri called out suddenly, turning off the vibrator he was using so that he was sure his voice could be heard. “Hyung, you need to be nice in my comments or else I’m going to ban you, okay? And you don’t want to get banned, do you?”

Kuri looked like he was trying not to laugh. “Well, hyungie, you kind of…have to share. This is my job. And you don’t own me. So there. Be nice or I’ll have my mods ban you.”

And Sion couldn’t argue with him, because he doesn’t want to get banned. Plus, the way Kuri talks to him like that sometimes, like he’s the one in charge, really gets Sion going. Makes him fantasize about putting that brat in his place. If only…

Kuri just smiled. “You love it though,” he said as he turned the vibrator back on and started moaning even louder for his hyung to make him feel good.

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Sion could be normal. He could be normal and not weird and he could have a normal, transactional relationship with Kuri where he just watches whenever he’s live and leaves well enough alone. Maybe he donates occasionally, nothing more than 20 dollars. Maybe he just cums and leaves. Doesn’t interact in the comments, just gets off and closes the tab.

But the thing was that he really couldn’t be normal about this.

It’s been about a month since Sion first discovered Kuri, and he hasn’t been able to think about anything else. At all. When he wakes up, he’s thinking about Kuri wearing panties. When he’s commuting to work, he’s thinking about Kuri, three fingers deep in himself. When he’s at his desk, he’s thinking about Kuri hiding under it, sucking him off. When he’s bored in a meeting, he’s thinking about plowing Kuri so deep into his mattress that he goes cock-dumb.

He had already messaged Kuri about a wishlist. Did Kuri have a wishlist full of toys and lingerie and anything else he might need for a livestream? Yes, yes I do. Would it be alright if hyung purchased a lot of what was on this wishlist? Oh, you don’t have to do that, really that’s too much. Can you let just hyung take care of you? Fine, alright.

So, yeah. Sion knew he was being a little bit insane. But, in his defense, it wasn’t like Kuri was doing anything to discourage it. For example, if Sion said in his stream comments that he wanted to “find Kuri IRL and fuck him,” and Kuri’s response was “mmfh, yeah, please hyung, need to feel your cock deep inside my tummy,” then it’s like, totally fine for him to keep fantasizing, right? And maybe, if he decided to take some action instead of just fantasize about fucking Kuri, then that would be alright, right? Because it wasn’t like Kuri was telling him to stop.

Unfortunately, Sion found out, when you purchase something from someone’s wishlist to have it sent to them, it doesn’t share their address with you. Something about “privacy” and “safety” or whatever. Sion didn’t let it deter him. He liked the challenge this was presenting him. He felt like he was at work. “Innovate new ways to problem-solve,” or whatever bullshit one-liners his supervisors loved to throw around.

So he’s resorted to the next best thing he could think of. The Internet.

He was sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom by his office at work, staring hard at his phone as he typed Kuri’s profile name into his browser. The camming website pops up, of course, but so does an Instagram account. Score.

He wasn’t exactly well-versed in Instagram. He had it, and he followed his ‘friends’ on it, but he didn’t really use it. He occasionally clicks through Wonbin’s stories of hangouts he never gets invited to. Sometimes he gets sucked into watching Reels. It’s whatever.

Sion looked carefully at Kuri’s Instagram page. He only had 34 followers, and a good chunk of them were other camboys that Sion had never heard of. He briefly wondered if Kuri ever filmed content with them. The thought made his stomach curdle. But he wasn’t here for that right now! He needed to stay focused on the task at hand: stalking Kuri.

He didn’t really want to think of it as stalking, not really. Because it wasn’t like he was doing anything illegal. He was just looking at public information that anyone with Kuri’s streamer tag could access. It wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t going to make it a big deal.

He starts by just looking at the pictures. There was nothing wrong with that! He was just looking, and, God, Kuri’s literally gorgeous. Sion thought he might have died and gone to heaven, stumbling across an angel this beautiful. There were a lot of selfies, some riskier than others. One with just a peace sign and a sweet smile, another with half a zip-up hoodie falling down his shoulders, revealing he had nothing on underneath. Sion wanted to take his time, to inspect them all and ogle and drool and jack off accordingly, the way Kuri was supposed to be appreciated. Unfortunately, he only had about 5 more minutes to himself before a coworker came looking for him, so this needed to be quick.

If he scrolled down to the bottom, to the first few posts, Sion could get a brief glimpse into who Kuri actually was. A picture of him throwing up a peace sign at a restaurant, tucked into a corner booth. Hopefully not from a date, Sion thought, as he continued scrolling. Another picture of him, this time outside, surrounded by nature. Sion could wax poetic about how he looked even more beautiful than the flowers he was sitting with, but he needed to keep reminding himself he didn’t have time. That he’d come back and look again later. He should have thought to look for Kuri’s social media accounts sooner. Maybe if he had actual friends, he’d remember that social media was a thing he could use.

It was at the very bottom of Kuri’s account when he found what he had been looking for. There was one picture of him in what looked like a bar, sandwiched in between two other men, who, thank the Heavens, Kuri had tagged in the photo. He tried the first account, @yushiiiiii_tkno, but it was private. He almost slammed a hand down onto the toilet paper dispenser in frustration. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up before going back to the picture and tapping the second account: @daeyoungkim13.

This time, the account was public, with 49 posts. He felt like he hit the damn jackpot.

Just one glance and he could see the bio said “based in Boston,” which didn’t exactly help, because where the fuck was Boston? Did this mean Kuri lived in the States? That was kind of far…Sion bit his lip, thinking. Pondering. His eyes moved down to the posts, and saw Kuri featured in quite a few of them, actually. Not as much as the other guy from Kuri’s account, but enough to make Sion suspicious of this Kim Daeyoung guy. What was he to Kuri? Just a friend? An ex? Had they ever hooked up?

He tapped on the most recent post, where he could see Kuri and the ‘Yushi’ guy hugging, cheeks pressed together and peace signs thrown up. Sion glanced down at the caption, eyes widening in surprise.

@daeyoungkim13: Celebrating!!!! Congrats to my Ushi on the promotion!!! Me and Riku are so proud of you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Riku. Riku. Kuri. Sion laughed out loud, realizing how silly Kuri was. Riku was. It was so cute, and Riku looked so cute in the picture with his friend, eyes closed, kitten smile showing. Sion wanted to eat him.

He kept scrolling through posts, this time paying special attention to the backgrounds. Finally, he found a post with the three of them posing outside at a restaurant table. If he zoomed into the background, he could see a street sign. Paine Ave. Okay. Okay, he could use this. He could use this information to scour that area of Boston and figure out where someone named Riku might live–a sudden knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts, reminding him he needed to get back to work. Fine. Sion could get back to work. Every dollar earned was just another dollar he could spend on a new toy for Ku–Riku. He would work for him. He grumbled, standing up from the toilet seat and leaving the stall. He spent some time straightening out his hair in the mirror, smoothing out any wrinkles in his dress pants. The employee on the other side of the door looked mildly concerned, but Sion couldn’t find it in himself to care. Paine Ave, his brain kept repeating over and over again, like he could ever forget it.

He had to talk to his boss about his available time off.

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Once he got home from work, Sion went straight to his computer, trying to ignore the urge to message Riku. He had sent about one or five or several more messages to him in the past few days, each with no response. The only time he got a message was after a stream, when Riku would text him a quick ‘thank you for the donation!’ He was trying to be nice. Ask Riku how his day was, if he had eaten yet. What he did in his spare time, when he wasn’t fucking himself on camera for Sion to see. He didn’t want to just send a dick pic or any random, horny thought that popped into his brain. He wanted to be different. He had to be different, so that Riku knew he was about this for real. “This” being them together, them in love. But Riku was ignoring him. It was hard to try to act like it didn’t make his guts squeeze with anxiety.

He opened his browser and began searching for apartments near Paine Ave in Boston. He wasn’t committed yet, he was just…looking. That’s what he kept telling himself. He still wasn’t sure how Riku felt about him, even while knowing he was Riku’s favorite hyung. What if he had just been messing with Sion? What if he had just lied, and said that to get more money out of Sion? It wasn’t…outside the realm of possibilities, necessarily. But Sion didn’t want to believe it. Riku was so nice to him…he was going to have to try harder. He wanted Riku to be his so badly it hurt his stomach, and his chest.

It wasn’t just physical desire, either. Yes, he did want to fuck into Riku until he cried, really badly, but he also wanted more than that. Based on the Instagram posts he’s seen, and the times he’s joined the streams early, while Riku was still waiting for people to show up, Riku just had a genuinely kind soul. He was a sweetheart, through and through. Sion needed someone like that in his life. Or just someone, period. Anyone. He was so lonely. He just would prefer it to be Riku…

The night stretched on as he continued to just…sit around. He had found a few apartments that looked nice and bookmarked the listings to come back to. He had shopped online for some pretty lingerie, eyes roaming the site until he found a set that he really wanted to see Riku in. Bright red, lacy panties that barely covered anything and a cute little bra to match. He then jerked off to the thought of Riku wearing the lingerie, laying on his bed with his legs spread, inviting Sion in. Sion imagined pressing his pecs together to see if he couldn’t make them fill out the bra a bit. After he finished, as he sat there with come staining his shirt and dripping down his fingers, he had a moment where he began to spiral about how much of a fucking loser he was. 27 years old, miserable, addicted to cranking his shit, cumming all over himself to the thought of Riku with tits. Riku probably wouldn’t even spare him a second glance.

He forced himself to get up and take a scalding hot shower, feeling a little bit better afterwards. As he slipped under his covers and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep, he thought about how all he wants is to be able to love and provide for Riku. He wanted to keep him safe and make sure he eats three meals a day. He wanted to be able to make Riku blush and laugh and cry tears of pleasure and…and…

He let sleep take him, thoughts of Riku fresh in his mind.

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Sion blinked slowly awake, eyes trying to adjust to the pitch darkness of his bedroom. He wasn’t quite sure why he was awake—he had heard a noise, he thought, and it roused him. He leaned toward his nightstand to look at the time on his phone screen: 2:57 am. He groaned, putting the phone back down and then startling at a small moan he had heard.

He turned on his side then, glancing over at the lump next to him in the darkness. Riku had already been in bed, snoring softly by the time Sion had crawled in next to him, placing a wet kiss onto his cheek and watching as his face scrunched up in annoyance, and then smoothed out again. He leaned over to do it again, to plant a kiss right onto the love of his life’s forehead, when he heard the sound again. It sounded like a quiet moan.

“Riku-yah? Are you awake?” He called out into the darkness.

“No,” Riku softly called back. Sion immediately surged forwards, wrapping his arms around the man who had ripped his blanket off sometime in the night. There was a thin sheen of sweat along his body. Sion buried his face into the crook of his neck and suckled at the skin there, savoring the taste of Riku on his tongue. Above him, Riku let out a small, satisfied sigh and tangled a hand in the back of Sion’s head. He never wanted to move from this spot.

“Baby,” Sion called out, eventually coming up from Riku’s neck for air. It took a second for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he saw that the younger boy was purposefully avoiding Sion’s gaze, looking around anywhere but his hyung’s face. Like he was embarrassed about something. Sion cooed, reaching a hand out to redirect Riku’s face towards his own. “Baby, why were you awake already? Did you have a bad dream?”

The lights didn’t have to be on for Sion to know that Riku was blushing. The way he was squirming and still trying to avoid Sion’s eyes, despite the firm hand holding his head in place, told all. He laughed a little, saying, “Riku-yah, hyung’s not going to be able to help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Riku whined quietly again, before he silently took one of Sion’s hands and just…moved it. Just to his thigh. It was fascinating how he could be so shy, even when committing an objectively bold move. Sion got the hint, first gripping his thigh, kneading the flesh in his hands before moving in, in, towards where he could feel the tent in Riku’s sleep shorts.

“Oh? So it wasn’t a bad dream after all,” Sion smirked, even though he knew Riku wouldn't be able to see it. He snuck a hand under the hem of the sleep shorts and wrapped it around Riku, feeling him twitch at the contact. Cold fingers against burning hot skin. “Riku-yah, what did you dream about? Tell hyung all about it.”

“Mmh, it—it wasn’t anything crazy,” Riku breathed out, turning his head out of Sion’s grip and burying it into the pillows, still facing Sion so he could hear him. Sion started moving his hand at a leisurely pace, not needing to stop to grab the lube from his bedside table. Riku got so wet.

“It was just, ah, normal sex. Like, missionary. That’s, mmf, it’s not important. You were just…praising me,” Riku finally managed to get out despite Sion’s gentle twisting of his wrist. Riku reached out and grabbed his arm then, trying to get him to lay off a little. “I wanna come with Hyung. Inside me. Please?” And of course, Sion said yes. He’d say yes one thousand times over, even if Riku didn’t weaponize his kira-kira eyes and his sweet, kittenish smile.

“What was I saying to you? In your dream,” Sion remembered to ask, once he’d moved down the bed and settled in between Riku’s legs, pads of his middle and ring fingers ghosting light circles around Riku’s hole. They had just had sex earlier, before they had gone to bed, so he was still pliant. The first finger sunk down to the third knuckle so easily Sion almost couldn’t believe it. Riku whimpered, trying to rock back onto the finger, but Sion stilled him with a firm hand on his lower stomach.

“Tell hyung, Riku-chan. What do you want to hear?” He was desperate now, to hear what made Riku feel good. What he could whisper into Riku’s ear late at night to make him melt, or what he could say subtly in front of their friends that would make him get all shy and red in the face. “I’m not going to give you my fingers unless you tell me,” Sion punctuated his sentence with a squeeze to Riku’s toned stomach, making him squeak.

“Hyung is so mean,” Riku said with a shaky breath, still trying to subtly rock his hips back onto Sion’s finger, praying he was too distracted to notice and pull his finger out. “Can you…can you let me get onto my stomach?” And see, Sion knew why Riku was asking this. If he’s turned around, face buried into the pillows where Sion can’t see him, then Riku’s got no problem ordering Sion around. He’d get louder, much more vocal, more demanding. He’d probably even start to refer to himself as Sion’s Noona. And Sion’s easy for it, easy for him.

“Sion-ah likes me so much, hmm? But he can’t think of what to say on his own? That’s okay. Noona will tell you, okay?” He’d probably say, and he’d spill every dirty thought from his brain, all while letting Sion fuck into him from behind, panting like a dog, dripping drool onto the smooth expanse of his back. And Sion loves it. But this time, after Riku had already woken him up at such an ungodly hour, Sion wanted to play by his own rules.

Riku wrapped his arms around the back of Sion’s neck then, pulling him back up to his lips, smiling into the kiss like he thought he'd won this time. And that’s just, like, so not fair. It’s not fair that Riku just knows everything that made Sion tick, everything that makes him feel like his dick was going to fall off from how hard it was. Riku was kissing him, suddenly not so shy anymore, because he’s a mischievous little shit. There was spit sliding out of the side of his mouth, rubbing onto Sion’s chin, and nothing else mattered anymore.

“My hyung takes such good care of me,” Riku sighed as he finally pulled back. Eyes closed, like he was in bliss. “Noona is so grateful. You provide for me, Sion-ah. Because of you, I don’t have to cam anymore.”

The rapid fire change in honorifics was making Sion’s head spin, and the praise was going straight to Sion’s cock. Why, yes, he was providing for Riku. It had been his single biggest accomplishment in life, getting that promotion at work and telling Riku he could, honestly, just sell his whole camming set up. Riku wouldn’t ever have to lift another finger as long as Sion was around.

He had considered letting Riku continue his career path, but if he thought too hard about it, his stomach started to twist with a jealous rage. He wanted to keep all of Riku’s expressions, his sounds, his body, all to himself. He was greedy—he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

“Okay, Sion-ah, you can flip me over now,” Riku said as he sat up slightly, patting Sion’s shoulders, trying to get his attention. Sion just laughed a little, finally pulling his finger out, making Riku wince.

“Riku-yah. Baby. My princess. It’s honestly so cute you think I’m going to let you get away with that tonight,” he smirked. Riku just stared at Sion, actually stared at him, for a good few moments before huffing and falling back into the sheets, head turned to the side. “Suit yourself,” he mumbled.

“No whining. You know I love to see you,” Sion replied, moving his fingers back down to Riku’s hole, sinking two inside before Riku could come up with something to retaliate with. Sion soaked up the way the boy threw his head back, letting out soft little mewls into the pillowcase as he squirmed in place, trying to get his hyung’s fingers deeper, up against his prostate. Sion remembered, then, what had started this whole thing.

“Riku-chan, if you tell hyung what he was saying in your dream, I’ll give you a third finger,” Sion teased the tip of his index finger around Riku’s rim. The younger boy shuddered under him, catching Sion’s gaze before darting his eyes away quickly, as if their nightstand was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Just to encourage him further, Sion leaned down to wrap his lips around one of his nipples. Riku was overly sensitive there, and usually didn’t like having them touched until he was just about to finish. But if Sion was occupied, it meant he wasn’t staring at Riku, who started babbling as soon as he felt that intense gaze lock onto something else.

“Hyung was praising me, like I, ah, said earlier. You were calling me, mm, beautiful, like you usually do. But you were taking it, um, even farther,” Riku panted out as Sion’s index finger joined the other two fingers.

“Farther how?” Sion asked quietly, head still buried in Riku’s chest. He turned his attention to Riku’s other nipple now, earning a quiet hiss and a shiver from the younger boy.

“Umm, like…mmf, like you were calling me your wife. Don’t laugh!” He interrupted himself when he felt Sion’s lips break away from his nipple in a smile. “You said that, um, that you’d never met anyone as…as pretty as me. That from the moment you first met me, you knew that I was it for you.” Riku had started to squirm again, clearly over getting fingered and wanting to be fucked properly.

“Baby, you want me?” Sion asked, purposefully avoiding Riku’s prostate, just to see him squirm even more. He was trying so hard to rock his hips back, to take Sion’s fingers deeper, but Sion pulled them out completely this time. Riku made an affronted noise, glaring up at Sion before pouting and turning his head away.

“Maybe I don’t,” Riku whined. “Hyung is being so mean to his baby. Maybe I’ll just turn around and go to sleep. Leave you to deal with this on your own,” he concluded, tugging on Sion’s waistband and letting it snap back against his stomach. Sion had been rock hard since he first heard Riku moaning in his sleep, tip sticky in a way that he had sort of hoped Riku hadn’t been able to feel through his pajama pants. Now it was Sion’s turn to blush. He sat up then, peeling Riku’s sleep shorts off completely, leaving him in just the tank top Sion had pushed up to the top of his chest. Riku squeaked, trying to close his legs and hide himself from Sion’s prying eyes.

Sion made quick work of his own sleep pants before he lifted Riku’s legs and pushed them back towards his chest, grip strong on the backs of his thighs. Riku automatically moved his own hands to take Sion’s place on his thighs, holding himself open for Sion as if he hadn’t just been trying to hide. Riku’s breath got caught in his throat as Sion reached down, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against Riku’s hole, teasing.

“We both know you don’t want to ‘just turn around and go to sleep,’ Riku-yah,” Sion laughed, leaning down to pepper kisses all over Riku’s jaw, his cheeks. “Besides,” he whispered into Riku’s ear as he slowly pushed his way in. “What kind of husband would I be if I wasn’t trying to give my wife a baby every chance I get?”

And that’s what gets the loudest sound of the night so far out of Riku, who was so red in the face Sion was worried his lips would burn if he tried to kiss him again. His Riku, who had his eyes squeezed shut as Sion bottomed out. He was clawing at Sion’s back, nails digging so hard Sion was sure to be covered in red marks in the morning. And then he started talking.

“Hyung, my Sionie hyungie, mmfh, your wife loves you sooooooo much. I love you so much I, hah, I stopped camming for you. Hyung’s the only man I need, the only man I want to, ahh~, to see me like this…hyungie, do you love me too? Do you love me so much y—mmffgh—you want to put a baby in me? Trap me with you forever? A-ah, hyungie, I can feel you in my stomach, you’re sooo big, best I’ve ever had, it’s gonna take this time, I can feel it—”

Riku’s moans were getting louder, his nails and his ankles digging harder into Sion’s back. Sion picked up the pace, trying to bring Riku to climax first. He leaned down again to take a nipple into his mouth when Riku started pulling on his hair.

“Hyung! Hyung, I- I’m gonna—”

Sion’s eyes burst open, adrenaline racing through his body, making him pant. He sat up and looked around his dark room, eyes darting everywhere like he was searching for something. He glanced next to himself in his bed—empty. Like it usually was.

Groggily, he reached over to grab his phone and check the time. 2:57 am. Amazing.

Now he was dreaming of Riku. Not just dreaming, but like. Making up a personality for him and everything. Like a fucking creep.

He shifted a little, trying to get comfortable in his bed again, when he felt the wet spot in his sleep pants. At least he kept most, if not all, of it in pants. This time. He knew he needed to get up to shower, to wash away the evidence of him being the worst human alive. He just…couldn’t get the words Riku said out of his mind. Or, dream Riku, rather. “‘Trap me with you forever?’” Sion wanted nothing more than to trap Riku with him forever. He contemplated this thought for hours, letting it carry him back into a fitful sleep.

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Sion was hard at work. As in, he had a major boner, not that he was getting a lot of work done. He wished he could get work done right now, since he had so much of it to do, but his stupid brain wasn’t even present at work right now.

Let’s rewind a bit.

Sion had woken up late, something he doesn’t normally do. But he was running late and he was aching. The inside of his sleep pants were sticky. He vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of the night, but not getting up to shower or change, which was just disgusting. He was mentally kicking himself for that now, not having had enough time to shower in the morning. He wiped himself with a wet washcloth, but he still felt gross. And he was still hard.

He was trying so, so hard to be a good worker, but flashes of his dream from last night kept appearing in his mind. Riku, wet and spread out underneath him, taking his fingers so beautifully. Riku, whining for his hyung’s cock. Riku, his warm walls sucking him in deeper and deeper until he’s sure he must be hitting a cervix. Riku, satiated and stuffed full of Sion. He actually couldn’t take this.

He stood up abruptly, drawing the eyes of several of his colleagues, before politely excusing himself and making his way over to the bathrooms without revealing to everyone that he had a massive hard-on at work like a freakazoid. He needed to go further than the ones by his office, to the private ones that were closer to his supervisor. He needed to take care of his problem, because it was refusing to go away and he still had about 9 hours before he could even think about clocking out. It was the beginning of the day. Everyone was usually too busy with their own work to get nosy about what anyone else was doing early in the day. He should be fine, right? It should be alright for him to go rub one out in the bathroom at work, right? He wanted to die.

Sion made it to the bathroom safely, only having to give one awkward nod to a secretary making her way to the breakroom. He placed his phone on the toilet paper dispenser, pulling his dress shirt out of his pants and pulling it up so his abs were on display, shoving the bottom of his tie into his mouth. Slowly, he ran a hand down his stomach and palmed himself over his dress pants a little bit, before picking his phone back up and snapping a few pictures. He wanted to make sure his bulge was really prominent. There would be no repeat of last time, he didn’t want Riku to call his dick cute again. Opening his DMs with Riku, he picked out the best image and sent it with no hesitation, sitting back down on the toilet seat and waiting.

He wanted to wait to touch himself, to see what Riku would say, but he was also on the fucking clock. Snaking his hand back down to between his legs, he palmed himself again over his pants, bucking his hips slightly into the light pressure. It wasn’t nearly enough. Flashes of Riku’s wet, spit-slick lips and eyes brimming with unshed tears appeared in his mind, taunting him. Reminding him of what he could have, someday. If he tried hard enough to get it.

The response came quicker than he thought it would, based on Riku’s track record.

Sion smiled despite himself. He should be annoyed. He had a raging hard-on and a stack of papers on his desk he needed to digitize and file away before he left work today. He needed to get back to his desk, soon. But Riku was just too cute! He couldn’t help but be a little endeared, even if Riku had clearly been ignoring him until he sent something sexual.

He needed to lock in.

Sion groaned. Kuri teasing him was doing nothing to help his problem. It was honestly just…turning him on more.

Jesus Christ. Sion could feel himself leaking in his pants. He did want to touch Riku so badly.

Sion really couldn’t hold on much longer. He was about to start grinding his hips on the damn toilet seat just to relieve some of the pressure he felt in his dress pants when Riku finally sent him the magic words.

Sion didn’t have to be told twice. He undid his belt and pulled his pants down so fast he nearly ripped them, but he didn’t care. He needed to get this over with. He was sitting on the toilet seat, tie in his mouth again, dress shirt rucked up to under his armpits, and he held out his phone with his left arm as he used his right hand to jack himself off at a furious pace. He wasn’t being careful–you could see the bottom of his face, his lips–but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He could feel the pressure in his lower belly building, building, until it finally snapped, and he came so hard all over his hand and his stomach he thought he was going to black out.

He ended the recording, sending it to Riku with the message “here…if you even care,” which did make him feel like an edgy thirteen year old again, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t a little sensitive about the fact Riku only seemed to want him for his body. He turned his phone off, taking a second to just breathe before getting up to wash his hands and fix his appearance. He’d been gone from his desk for way too long. He was probably going to be spoken to by his supervisor…again. Riku was slowly consuming his brain, like a parasite, making it hard for him to care about things like work, or his reputation, or whatever. But he needed to keep his job. If he wanted to be able to keep supporting Riku, he needed to at least pretend to care about his work and his reputation.

So, even though it was killing him inside, he turned his phone off and tried not to think about what Riku’s response was to his video. If he even responded at all.

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Several hours later, Sion was home, dick in hand yet again, watching the video Riku had sent him. Riku was wearing a white button up that was tied at the bottom around his small waist and a tiny plaid skirt that had ridden up his thighs as he fucked back onto a dildo. Sion wasn’t even sure if he was touching himself anymore, genuinely mesmerized by the way Riku moved his hips like he was made to take dick. He wanted Riku to take his dick so, so badly. He would do anything. Literally anything to make him take it. He’d get down on his knees and cry and beg until Riku relented. He liked to think it wouldn’t have to get to that point. What did Riku just say to him? He wanted to put Sion’s cock in his mouth? Yeah, Sion smirked to himself. It definitely wouldn’t be hard to get Riku into bed with him.

Christ. He needed to get a fucking grip. He knew he had created this entire parasocial relationship in his head, but the problem was that he felt so good. He liked imagining Riku loving him back in his mind.

He likes it when Riku opens gifts from him on his livestreams, and tells everyone that they’re from his “favorite hyung.” He likes it when Riku opens his gifts and tries them on, or uses the toys Sion bought for him, and calls out for hyung every time. He likes that he knows that Riku means him, and not anyone else. He wanted it so badly to be real, to really have Riku. To be able to say “mine” about him and mean it. He wanted to know if Riku was just as dominating in person, or if he would be shy and make Sion do all the work, like he had in Sion’s dream. He longed to hear Riku moan his name, his real name, but he didn’t think he was ready to go that far yet. Maybe after he completed the move he was planning.

As he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, he thought about how he really couldn’t believe his luck. He had found Riku on a whim, just by hitting the refresh button on his screen a few times. And his Riku-chan had interacted with him–I mean, like, really paid attention to him. Gave Sion more attention than he’d had in years. That had to mean something, right?

He looked at his phone, realizing how late it was. He pressed play on the video Riku had sent one more time, closing his eyes and just listening to the high pitched, nasally moans Riku was letting out as he rode his dildo until he cried. Sion let himself be lulled to sleep by dreams of spanking Riku as he rode Sion’s own cock until he came on it.

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Sion stood up at his desk so fast he knocked over his coffee, breathing out a quiet shit, shit– drawing the attention of literally everyone in the room.

He needed to set several alarms.

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Sion glanced down at his phone from where it was resting on his desk, smiling to himself as he saw the incoming message. He decided to mess with him a bit.

Sion frowned a little at his phone screen. Riku was being a little mean today.

NO. Absolutely not. He wanted Riku all to himself for 5 straight hours, and he was putting his foot down about that.

Sion really needed Riku to stop talking about touching himself (in his sloppy wet hole?? Who says that??) while Sion was on the clock. Maybe he should just start leaving his phone at home everyday so that this doesn't keep happening.

Putting his phone down, Sion went back to work a little happier. He was going to have a video call with his Riku. This was going to be crucial for developing their relationship, and it could be the deciding factor in how Sion lives out the rest of his life. He didn’t want to be chasing after Riku forever. He was going to have to catch him someday.

And that day was getting closer, Sion could feel it.

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“Hello? Hyung?” Riku’s voice rang out from Sion’s speakers as his webcam connected. Sion still hadn’t turned his camera on, he just sat and stared at his screen. Taking in all of Riku’s beauty.

“Hi Kuri-chan,” Sion said back, unable to stop the big smile breaking out on his face. He needed to be careful here, and not call him Riku. He had Riku right where he wanted him right now, he didn’t want to scare him off by revealing he was prodding around in his personal life.

“Hyung, are you really not going to turn your camera on?” Riku asked, and he pouted at the screen. Sion wanted to kiss the pout off his face. This was going to be a really long five hours.

“Well, I don’t…really want to, is that okay?” He had known that Riku was going to be curious, of course, but he didn’t think he was ready for Riku to know what his face looked like. He had already risked it too much with the videos he’d sent, carelessly letting the camera move up a bit too high and catch his lips. Which he knew Riku had noticed, because one time he texted Sion back and told him they looked “so kissable.” Which of course made Sion hear wedding bells in the distance.

“Umm. How am I supposed to know what I’m working with here? Are you ugly?” Sion almost choked on his spit.

“No, I am not ugly, thank you. I’m just…not ready for you to see me yet.” He paused for a minute. He…he had plans. If Riku were to, say, recognize him in public because he decided to show his face right now, then Riku would become aware of these plans. The whole point is that he remains unaware of them. “I can angle the camera down?” He offered, because he knew Riku wasn’t going to let it go.

“Yes, do that hyung. I want to see you, make sure it’s really you,” Riku said, laying back on his bed a bit, resting his weight on his palms. Sion could see the muscles in his arms flexing, and his collarbones looked so sharp, and he was spreading his legs a little bit, and— “Hyung. Any day now,” Riku’s stern voice pierced through his thoughts. Right. He needed to turn his camera on.

He angled his computer screen a bit so that when he turned his camera on, it only captured his chest and under. He had already taken his clothes off. When Riku finally got a glimpse at Sion, he laughed.

“Eager, aren’t you?” He said, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he took in the view. Sion knew he looked good. He took care of himself better than it might seem like, even more so now because he wanted to be perfect for Riku. And clearly, it was paying off, if the way Riku was biting his lip and smiling was anything to go off of. Sion swore he could see blush high on Riku’s cheeks.

“For you? Yeah. I am. You got a problem with that?”

“No, but I think you might have a problem,” Riku was laughing again. Hiding half his face with a big hand, like he was shy. Sion scoffed.

“Yeah? What’s my problem?” He liked this little teasing thing they had going on right now. It was making him—

“You’re hard, hyung,” Riku exhaled, and he sounded excited. And…oh. Sion was hard. He hadn’t really noticed, too distracted by Riku’s beautiful face. See, that’s where him and the average Kuri fan would differ. Anyone else might have already had Riku spread out with 3 fingers deep inside himself, but not Sion. Sion didn’t only care about the sex. He wanted to know how Riku was doing. He wanted to know what Riku did today, and if he ate. And yet…

“Wow hyung, you got hard so fast! I didn’t even do anything! You must really like me, huh?” Riku purred, leaning back more to rest on his back, propped up by his elbows. He slid a hand slowly down his chest and stomach, resting at the waistband of his sweats. Why on Earth Riku was still fully clothed, Sion had no idea. “Do you want to see me?” Riku was asking. Like that was even a question.

“Of course I do, Kuri-yah,” Sion said, leaning forward in his seat. He wanted a good view of this.

“You want to see me?” Riku asked again, fingers dipping into his waistband. Sion was practically drooling with anticipation. “You have to take yours off first.” Sion closed his mouth then.

“But–” He tried to get out, but Riku interrupted him.

“No buts, hyungie. You have to listen to me right now. You took away all the slots from other customers that were willing to pay for them, yeah? You wanted to take away all my time, keep me all to yourself, right?” He slid his hand down to palm himself over his sweats. “Well, two can play that game, hyung. So I’m gonna take your freedom.” He smiled sweetly at the camera, clearly waiting for Sion to respond. When Sion was too surprised to say anything, Riku kept going.

“So here’s what’s going to happen tonight, okay hyung? I’m going to come twice. No more than that, and no less. You’re going to do everything I say and you’re not going to argue with me or talk back. If you do that, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about letting you come.” Sion swallowed thickly.

“And if I don’t listen to you?” He asked, even though he knew he didn’t need to. He could be a good boy for Riku.

“Then after my second orgasm, we’ll talk. We’ll talk, and talk, probably for four hours straight. And you can’t come until after the five hours are up, okay?” No, Sion thought to himself, no that wasn’t okay. He needed to prove to Riku that he could be good. If Riku thought he was good, then he was more likely to let Sion hit in real life. And in real life, it wouldn’t be like this. But he just smiled, gladly handing over the power to Riku. For now.

“Okay, Kuri-yah. That sounds good,” Sion confirmed.

“Can you take your underwear off for me, hyung? Let me see what’s underneath?”

With shaky hands, Sion stood up a little, tugging his briefs down slowly. Riku hummed appreciatively once Sion’s cock was out, smiling a little. Sion felt…something. The fact that he was naked while Riku was still fully clothed was doing something to him.

“Cute,” was all Riku said. Sion felt himself blush and hoped his chest wasn’t turning as red as he knew his cheeks were.

“Don’t say that about my dick,” he replied, sitting back down and waiting for Riku to tell him what to do next. Riku had been right earlier, Sion had gotten really hard really fast. He was aching for it, red and angry and leaking precum at the tip. Riku just made him so excited, and he just wanted to pounce on him and ravage him and make him cry. But he was confined to his desk chair, naked, in Seoul, at 10 in the morning on a Saturday. That time zone difference was really making him get horny at questionable times.

“But it is cute,” Riku was saying, much to Sion’s chagrin. “I’ve definitely taken bigger, but it’s perfect. I bet I could fit all of it in my mouth, no problem.” And that was…that was nice for Sion to imagine. Riku, tears in his eyes, the lower half of his face covered in his own slobber and Sion’s precum, with his nose pressed into Sion’s neatly trimmed—wait.

“You’ve taken bigger?” Sion asked out loud. He hadn’t meant to, because it was kind of a stupid question. Riku was a camboy, of course he wasn’t a virgin. Sion was crazy for thinking that in the first place. Unless…?

“Do you really want me to answer that? I think a storm cloud just passed over your own face when you asked me that question,” Riku teased, and Sion was grateful he didn’t answer outright. Or, God forbid, start talking to Sion about his previous experiences. With huge dicks, apparently. Maybe Riku had just been joking…? Sion looked down at his own for a moment.

“Mine’s really not that bad, I swear,” he blurted out, which caused Riku to stop where he had begun to tease himself over his sweats again and throw his head back in laughter. He felt his cheeks burn again. Riku was slapping his knee. It really hadn’t been that funny.

“Oh, hyung, you’re too funny! I never said yours was bad. I never even said it was small! You need to stop worrying so much about your own dick and start worrying about mine, no?” He got comfortable again, showing off the now prominent bulge in his sweats.

“So, hyung, tell me. You’ve got me writhing around on my bed in front of you. What are you going to do to me?” That was a difficult question. Sion had so many different answers, but he wanted to be good for Riku. He wanted Riku to know he was a nice guy, someone who would be good to settle down with.

“Well…what do you want me to do?” He asked, hesitantly. Riku frowned.

“Hang up, if this is how you’re going to be for the next five hours,” he pouted. He looked so cute, Sion wanted to eat him. One bite and he’s gone, that type of thing. “I told you to be good for me and to not talk back. You can’t tell me one singular fantasy you have? I thought you were my biggest fan? I thought you liked me so much, but now you don’t even want to help me get off.”

“No, no, I can…I can talk, okay? Don’t hang up on me, please,” Sion said, near frantic. Riku just hummed again, and squinted his eyes at Sion. Like he was realizing something. Sion knew what he was going to say before the words even left Riku’s mouth.

“Hyung, are you a—”

“No! I have had sex before!” They both spoke at the same time. Sion tried to be louder to ensure that Riku would hear him. Riku just scoffed.

“Are you sure? You’re not really proving that to me right now.”

“If I was with you right now, I’d climb on top of you and put a knee between your legs and tell you to hump my thigh like a good kitty!” Sion blurted out all at once. Riku blinked, surprised, before breaking out into a big smile, all teeth.

“Awww, hyungie, you want me to be your kitty? You want me to meow for you?”

“No,” Sion gritted out, but he knew that Riku saw the way his dick twitched.

“What else would hyung do to his kitty? Am I still wearing my clothes?” Riku was asking, and his hand was dipping past his waistband. Sion could see from the shape in his sweatpants that he already had a hand around himself, just resting there. Unhurried.

“You would have to keep your clothes on for hyung. Except maybe your shirt. So I could play with your pretty chest.”

“My chest?” Riku gasped, mockingly. He sat up a bit, removing his hand from his pants and taking his shirt off. He ran his hands up his waist to his chest, brushing his fingertips over his nipples and shivering a little. “I know I’ve told you before that my chest is sensitive. Are you trying to make me come in my pants?” Sion felt like he was going to die. He couldn’t…this wasn’t fair. Riku was too beautiful, too perfect, spread out for him like a sweet treat, and he wasn’t even allowed to touch himself.

“Maybe I just want to see my pretty kitty make a mess of himself before I give him what he needs,” Sion said, feeling a bit braver now.

“And what is it that I need, hyung?”

“You need me, Kuri-yah. You need hyung to take care of you, to clean up your mess. I would take your pants off and lick you till you’re all clean and I wouldn’t let a single drop go to waste.” Sion had no idea where all this dirty talk was coming from. He certainly had never been this confident in himself before.

“Yeah? You’d do that all for me?” Riku asked. Sion could hear the teasing lilt to his voice, but he didn’t care. Being one on one with Riku like this was unlocking something in him, and at this point, he was beyond embarrassment.

“I’d do anything for you, Kuri-yah. I’d eat you out until you got hard again, and then I’d finger you until you cried that you’re all loose and ready for me, but I would say no. I’d keep fingering you until you’re so stretched out, until I could probably fit my whole hand in there if I wanted to–” Sion couldn’t stop. His brain to mouth filter was completely turned off, just saying any thought that came into his mind. “And you sweat a lot, don’t you, Kuri-yah? I hope you get sweaty while I’m touching you. Want to lick the sweat off your body. Wanna taste your skin. I’d bite you, all over your body, make sure everyone knows it was me that did it. I’d eat you if I could. Would you let me eat you?”

“U-um…” Riku started and then trailed off. He had, at some point, shimmied his pants off, revealing that he hadn’t worn any underwear underneath. Cheeky bastard. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was pushing two fingers into his waiting, greedy hole. Sion wanted those fingers to be his own so bad. Riku keened, a loud, drawn out whine, as he pumped his fingers in and out. Sion stared, trying his hardest to not even blink. His eyes were honed in on where Riku’s fingers were disappearing inside himself like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this.

“Well, that’s okay if you won’t let me eat you. I would let you eat me and that’s all that matters, for now,” Sion was still rambling. “I’d really do anything you wanted, Kuri.”

“But, mmf, what about what you want, hyung? Tell me, what do you, ah, think about at night when you’re all alone?”

Sion didn’t hesitate this time.

“Wanna fuck you so hard you go dumb on my cock, wanna press on your tummy so I can feel me in you. Wanna remind you who you belong to by marking you from the inside—Wanna fill you with so much of my cum that you leak with it for days. Kuri-yah, I don’t want anyone else to have you. Can you promise me? Promise me that I’m the only one?”

“I…I can’t—” Riku was panting, his other hand coming down to leisurely jerk his cock as he tried to press his fingers in deeper. “I, hmf, I can’t promise that hyungie…hahh, I’m a streamer, it’s my…job…”

Somewhere inside Sion’s brain, he knew that was just the truth. Riku couldn’t just…give up his livelihood for Sion, it didn't matter how hard Sion begged him to.

He was still going to try anyway.

“Please Kuri-yah, please, I’ll beg. I’ll beg for it and I’ll get on my knees and I’ll do anything you ever ask of me. I’d cook your every meal, I’d hand feed you, I’d clean your whole house with a toothbrush and a big smile on my face. I’d wear a leash for you and bark. I’d suck a bruise into every part of your body, bite and chew and gnaw on you until you had to give in. Until you had no other choice but to let me keep you locked away forever, away from your viewers, other streamers, away from everyone. You’d be mine forever, Kuri-yah, wouldn’t that be so nice?”

“God hyung, mmh, you’re so weird,” Riku moaned, jerking himself off at a much faster pace than before. His hips were kicking a little in a sad, pathetic attempt to fuck back onto his own fingers. Sion could tell the angle wasn’t right—If he was there with Riku, he’d, of course, do all the work for him—but Riku was still putting in a lot of effort. Sion could tell he wanted to come, by the way he was tipping his head back and nearly crying for it.

“It’s not weird, it’s just the truth, Kuri-yah. I love you. I love you, please let me see you come. Come for hyung, princess. Show hyung how much you like him too, please? For me?”

Sion was on the edge of his seat, practically shaking from how hard he was trying to restrain himself. Riku had said he couldn’t touch himself, so he wouldn’t. He could listen. He could be good, even if he really, really didn’t want to be.

Riku didn’t seem to be doing any better, as he was huffing and moaning loudly, saying “Hyung, you can’t just, mmf, command me to come, I can’t…I can’t…”

“You can,” Sion was as close to his computer screen as he could get without showing his whole face, trying to see every pixel that made up Riku’s beautiful body. He wanted to reach through the screen and run his hands over Riku’s toned stomach, rub his aching, leaking cock all over it, mark him with his cum. “You can, Kuri-chan, and you will, for hyung, right? You’ll show hyung just how good he makes you feel? You’re so good, princess, just let go for me, ‘kay?”

“I…oh, hyung, I’m gonna…gonna…” Riku whined loudly, twisting his wrist once, twice, before promptly spilling all over his hand and his stomach. Sion wanted to lick it all up, suck the cum out of where it was pooling in his belly button. His own dick was so hard, he felt like it was going to fall off. But Riku hadn’t given him the okay yet. He couldn’t break Riku’s trust. He was so close to having him right where he wanted him.

“Are you okay, Kuri-yah?” Sion asked, watching as Riku sort of just…lay there, chest heaving.

“I, um, I just need a minute…” Riku called back, holding up one hand in a thumbs up. Sion laughed at that, sneakily moving a hand down to his own leaking cock. Not to do anything, just to…touch. To relieve some of the pressure. Riku slowly started to sit up then, still panting. He glared into his webcam, shooting daggers right into Sion’s heart.

“What’s wrong, princess?

“You didn’t warn me,” Riku just muttered, quiet enough that Sion almost didn’t hear it.

“Hmm? What was that, jagiya?” Sion asked, shit-eating grin taking over his face.

“I didn’t know you were going to be so fucking weird,” Riku finally said, louder this time. He was reaching off camera again, popping back in with a towel to wipe the drying come off his stomach.

“I’ve never been dishonest with you–” Sion started, but Riku cut him off with a hand up, signaling for him to stop talking. He finished wiping himself down first before explaining himself.

“Hyung, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I just thought that maybe it was like, a persona, or something. Like you were just kidding around, or whatever. I thought you’d be a lot shyer on video call than you are in my chat or in our DMs.”

“I’m never just kidding around, Kuri-yah. Especially not when it comes to you,” Sion said, completely honest. Just baring his heart for Riku to see, and do nothing with, because Riku was never going to want him back like that. At least, not right now. Heh. He quickly eyed Riku, seeing him still dripping sweat. “Princess, you should drink some water,” he suggested.

Riku just narrowed his eyes, contemplating for a moment before moving off screen a little bit. Sion could hear the sound of a plastic water bottle cap unscrewing and the plastic crinkling as Riku drank. He smiled to himself a bit. Perfect.

“Well, since you clearly need a break, and I’m not allowed to touch myself until after your second orgasm, why don’t we talk for a bit, Kuri-yah?” Sion suggested.

“I’m really fine, hyung,” Riku tried to protest, but Sion cut him off.

“Drink some more water, kitty. Make sure you stay hydrated for hyung, okay?”

“Fine,” Riku mumbled, sipping his water again. “What did you want to talk to your Kuri-chan about?”

“Well, I was just wondering how you got into camming,” Sion asked, genuinely curious. “When I first joined your stream all those months ago it was like you were just starting out.”

“Ah, yeah,” Riku nodded. “I was. I just wanted an easier way to make money, because I hated working, you know? It felt like I was too pretty to be working odd jobs the way I was. My friends always told me I could have been an idol if I had wanted to.”

“Did you ever want to?”

Riku shrugged. “I mean, not really. I’ve always loved dancing, but there’s a lot more to being an idol than just that, and I’m not really sure I have the mindset to handle a life that hectic. I mean, what did I just say? I literally turned to showing my body online for easy money instead of just like…” He sighed and turned his head to the side for the full dramatic effect. “Instead of just doing literally anything else. I guess you could call me lazy.”

“No, you’re not lazy,” Sion tried to interject, but Riku cut him off.

“Hyung, you’re sweet, really, but it’s important for you to remember that you don’t actually know me, right? Maybe I really am lazy. I’m only telling you what I want you to know,” Riku said coyly.

“Right, right, I’m sorry. I just…find it hard to believe that my perfect kitty would ever be lazy in any aspect of his life,” Sion replied. “But if you wanted to be lazy when you’re with me, I would let you.”

Riku just smiled at that, nose exhaling like what Sion said was funny and not the full and honest truth. “Oh, you would let me? How nice of you, hyung. I’m touched.”

“No, I mean, like, I would provide for you. I make more than enough money already to cover the both of us,” Sion tried to correct himself. He could see Riku tilt his head to the side, sort of like an interested cat. “I’m a paralegal. I kind of…um. Make a lot of money.”

“Hyung! That’s so cool…so, what, by day you’re like some hella boring guy in a suit and tie? And by night you’re a major pervert?” Riku gasped. “You’re like Superman!” Sion just scoffed.

“I don’t think Superman was…a pervert. Hey, I’m not a pervert! I just…it’s different. It’s different when it’s you.”

“Ugh, barf. Next question, please,” Riku giggled. Sion would give anything to be able to hear that sound everyday.

“Umm…okay, let me think—”

“Look at you, pretending to think. C’mon hyung, I know you’ve got some burning questions you want to ask me. You don’t have to be respectful, clearly, since you were downright nasty earlier.”

“Fine, then. I tried to be nice to you. Are you a virgin?" Sion felt himself blushing. Thank God Riku couldn’t see his cheeks or his ears.

Riku actually barked out a laugh at that, throwing his head back and scrunching his eyes shut as he laughed so hard he started squeaking.

“Okay, Kuri-yah, it really wasn’t that funny,” Sion groaned as he brought one of his hands up to nervously run through his hair.

“No, no. You’re right, I’m sorry hyung.” Riku was, honest to God, wiping away tears. “It’s just…you can’t be serious. I literally said earlier I've taken bigger than you. Tell me you’re not serious.”

Sion just cleared his throat a little. Riku’s jaw dropped open, falling backwards onto his bed in another fit of giggles. Once he finally could breathe again, he sat back up, and Sion felt like his soul was being stared at.

“Hyung, I know you probably want me to be a virgin, but I need you to know that I’m not. I’m not even remotely close to being a virgin. I like having sex, and I have it casually relatively often. With my friends, with people I meet at bars or clubs. Okay? Are we clear?” Well. Sion felt his heart crack a little, even though he knew this was going to be Riku’s response. His silence told all to Riku, who just shook his head as he reached for his water bottle.

“Don’t be sad about it, hyungie,” he tried to rectify after swallowing his water. “We can always roleplay. Just imagine. It’s our wedding night, and I’ve saved myself just for you.”

Sion’s dick had softened over the time they’d been talking, but it twitched again upon hearing Riku’s words. That’s not…he didn’t have time to think about that right now.

“Then, if you’re not a virgin, how big was the biggest dick you’ve taken?” He’s not even sure why he asked that again. He really doesn’t want to imagine Riku with another guy. In fact, he wanted to end this conversation the second Riku started laughing at him for wishing he was a virgin. And yet. He just had to keep opening his mouth. Call it morbid curiosity.

“You’re asking me this again? Hyung, I guess you really want to know, huh?” Riku leaned forward then, and if they had been together in real life Sion imagined that Riku would be leaning closer to whisper in his ear: “Definitely way bigger than yours, that’s for sure.”

“Hey. Come on, jagiya, be nice to me, please. I’ll beg,” Sion pleaded. He wished a massive sinkhole would open underneath his seat and swallow him into the earth forever.

“Okay, okay. In all seriousness, I’m not going to tell you. Because you’ll probably go crazy and hurt yourself and others, right? I don’t need you stalking my friends online.” Sion stilled a little at that, and a million and one thoughts of ‘does he know? Does he know?’ ran through his mind. Followed by a brief thought of, ‘It was a friend?’

“Heh. I would never do that, Kuri-yah,” Sion said back. Nice. Saved it.

“Good hyung,” Riku said, like he would to a puppy. He sat back and sipped his water again. “Have you got anything else for me?”

“What’s…um. What’s your biggest sexual fantasy?”

“Oh, easy. I want to get fucked in my sleep,” Riku said, clear as day. Absolutely zero hesitation. Sion nearly choked on his own spit, and Riku just laughed at him, and Sion wanted to die because Riku wouldn’t stop smiling and laughing at him like he would a lover. It was all so…so…romantic. And now he was telling Sion that he wanted to get fucked in his sleep? It felt like Sion had died and gone to Heaven. Riku was just too perfect.

“You want that?” He asked, meekly. “You want me–ah, I mean–you want someone to use you while you’re sleeping?” Incredible slip up there, Sion. Real smooth!

“Mm, yeah. I usually end up taking my clothes off in my sleep anyway, because I overheat so easily. So it wouldn’t even be that hard,” Riku said, casually, like any of this was good for Sion to be hearing right now.

He allowed himself a few moments to just…imagine it. Riku, spread out on his bed, fast asleep, shorts kicked off somewhere in the sheets and t-shirt ridden up to reveal his stomach. Sion would run his hands up and down the planes of Riku’s stomach, bury his face in Riku’s crotch and inhale deeply. He’d mouth along Riku’s cock and tongue his rim until he was all wet, and then—

“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you, hyungie? You got all quiet,” Riku pointed out, breaking out into a big smile. “What were you thinking about?”

Sion, who had hardened right back up in, frankly, record speed, just hummed. Shrugged his shoulders. He wanted to tease a little, even though the fate of his own release rested in Riku’s hands.

“You’re not sure? Do you want a refresher?” Riku asked, shifting back on his bed a bit so Sion could see all of him again.

“I do, but can you finish that water bottle for me first? Please, jagi?” Riku just frowned a bit before he grabbed the bottle and downed the rest of it.

“Do you want me to piss myself, hyung? Is this what this is? Because I’m starting to think that that’s what you’re trying to do to me.”

“Wh-what??!!??” Sion blurted out after getting caught. “No? I wouldn’t…that’s not me. I don’t like piss like that.” He could feel his cheeks burning red, his ears probably not doing any better.

“Sure, hyung. You definitely don’t want me to piss myself. I’ll keep that in mind. Anyways…where was I? Breaking and entering?”

“A-ah, yeah…um, sure.” Sion was nervous. He was nervous because this was breaching territory that he was trying to keep his mind away from. If he was reading this correctly, it was almost like Riku was giving him permission to fuck him in his sleep.

But that would be insane. Sion didn’t…he wouldn’t ever…

“I sleep with my windows cracked,” Riku said. “Don’t tell anyone else, yeah? I overheat when I sleep so I usually keep my windows unlocked and open. It would be really easy for someone to slip through one.”

“But…are you a heavy sleeper?” Sion asked. Like it mattered to him. He was never going to do this, because he wasn’t a weirdo. He was just…intriguied.

“I can be,” Riku replied with a grin. That’s not…that’s not even an answer. Sion was left feeling confused, and his cock was back to standing at full mast.

“Um,” was all Sion could think to say. His mouth suddenly felt too dry.

“Anyways. You want me to piss myself? That’s some weird shit, hyung. You’re lucky I kind of like you, or else you would have been banned from my channel a long time ago,” Riku was teasing him. Sion knew it was just him teasing, but it still filled him with fear to think about one day waking up and realizing Riku had found out how weird Sion actually was.

“I never said I wanted you to,” Sion tried to argue, but his cock was starting to leak again, and Riku had a big, almost wolfish smile on his face when he leaned closer to the camera.

“But I know you do, hyung,” Riku whispered. “I know you’re a fucking pervert and you want to see me squirt. Look at you, you’re leaking at the thought of it.” Sion groaned as he watched Riku scoot backwards, reaching next to himself in the sheets to pull out a dildo, a small bullet vibrator, and a bottle of lube. Sion let his mouth drop open a little before Riku caught him and shot him a look. “Listen, I didn’t know what you were going to want to see me do, okay? I wanted easy to grab options,” he grumbled, cheeks flushed pink. God, the boy had his hole on display, teasing a dry finger around his rim, all for Sion, and was getting embarrassed over keeping sex toys next to him in bed.

“Do you sleep with them next to you too?” Sion couldn’t help himself. Riku just frowned at him.

“You have to be nice to me right now, hyungie. I’m doing a lot for you.” Sion supposed that was true. He watched as Riku poured an extremely generous amount of lube onto his hand before rubbing it right over his hole, which Sion thought was a little excessive, since Riku had already opened himself up for Si—for the dildo earlier.

“I can see you judging me,” Riku managed to get out as he sunk two fingers back inside himself, right down to the second knuckle. “I like a lot of lube, hyung. I like feeling all wet and messy.”

Sion guessed he’ll allow it.

Riku fingered himself a little more and Sion just stared, not even saying anything. He could tell Riku was getting embarrassed, because he was starting to blush down his neck, but Sion didn’t mind. Riku could stay embarrassed, as long as Sion got to keep watching his long, thin fingers pump in and out of himself over and over again. His mouth might have been agape, with drool slipping out of it, but he didn’t care in the slightest. Right now, the only thing on his mind was watching his Riku-chan get stuffed.

Once he determined he was relaxed enough, Riku removed his fingers and poured yet another excessive amount of lube onto the dildo and lined it up with his waiting hole.

(How many bottles of lube do you go through a week, Christ! Sion exclaimed as he watched.

On a normal week? Maybe two, Riku said back.

And on a week like this one? Where you streamed but we’re also calling? Riku just shrugged.

Like six or seven, Riku replied earnestly. Sion just blinked at him. No, I’m kidding. Like three.

That’s still too much, Kuri-chan…)

“Ah, fuck,” Riku breathed out as he pushed the dildo in slowly, letting himself get used to the intrusion before pushing it in deeper. Sion clenched his fists, dug his nails into his palms, tried so hard to fight the urge to touch himself. Riku was clenching around the toy, keeping it there as he panted and reached for the small vibrator.

“Do you…do you even have to pee?” Sion found himself asking. Which was weird, since he didn’t care, and he definitely didn’t want to see Riku pee himself. He wasn’t sure why he even asked that.

“Hyung, just shut up, seriously,” Riku whined as he placed the vibe right on his frenulum, turning it on and holding it there. Immediately, he jolted up the bed, other hand shooting back down to make sure the dildo stayed inside.

Sion was a greedy, greedy man. He was able to watch his Riku-yah fuck himself, grind his hips down on the dildo and then right back up against the vibrator, and he still wanted more. He wanted to shove the dildo into Riku deeper, harder. He wanted to massage his prostate with it, make Riku cry and squirm and try to get away from the feeling, to no avail, because he’d just be grinding his cock against the vibrator. Sion wanted to press the vibe down harder against the underside of Riku’s cock, wanted to make him really feel it. Wanted to make him take it, see how long he could hold back for. How long it took for Riku’s cries to become actual sobs as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, as he started to leak all over himself. Sion would press down on his lower stomach then, force him to let it all out at once, get him all wet and messy, just like he wanted.

But obviously, Sion couldn’t do that now. Not yet.

“Kuri-yah,” he started, watching as Riku struggled to keep using the dildo, the feeling already overwhelming him. “Kuri-yah, push it in harder.”

“Fuck you,” Riku shot back. His voice was shaking, and he was clenching so hard Sion was worried the dildo was going to slip out.

“Princess, that’s not a very nice way to talk to your hyung,” Sion chided. Pretending like his dick didn’t jump when he heard Riku say that. “I’ve been so nice to you. Hyung does so much for you.” Riku just laughed, albeit a little strained.

“I can’t, ah, I can’t, my…fuck, my stomach feels funny, hyung, I can’t…” Riku was panting. Sion couldn’t believe how quickly he’d gotten to this point. He thought it would take longer to get Riku to be a panting, whiny mess for a second time.

“You can’t what, baby? What’s wrong? Are you going to leak all over yourself? Baby can’t hold it in any longer? You don’t have to, you know. It’s okay if you need to let go,” Sion said, a little meanly. Riku just keened louder, and Sion could see him shaking.

“Hyung, I, mmf, I can’t…it’s too much…hyung, my…my tummy,” Riku was squirming, still holding onto the dildo but no longer using it on himself. He bucked his hips up against the vibrator, chasing the feeling he was just complaining about.

“Kuri-yah, do you want to come?” Riku nodded, and Sion could see glistening tear tracks down his face. “Then come for hyung, kitty. You can do that for hyung, right?” He watched as Riku shook his head slowly, scrunching his eyes closed as fresh tears rolled down his face.

“It’s gonna…I’m gonna, ah, hyung, you’re so disgusting,” Riku mewled, cheeks bright red from embarrassment as he moved to push the dildo back into his hole. Sion smiled to himself. Despite everything, his Riku was just as greedy as he was.

He watched as Riku pushed the dildo deeper than he’d taken it before, nudging against his prostate, if the way his whole body jumped was anything to go off of. Riku threw his head back and moaned wantonly, not so embarrassed anymore since he was chasing his orgasm.

“Are you gonna show hyung how good you are, Kuri-yah? Are you gonna show me how well you can take it?” Sion was practically drawing blood from his palms with how hard he was digging his nails into them. He wanted to see Riku make a mess of himself. He was willing to beg.

“It’s too much, hyung, I can’t,” Riku kept whimpering over and over, voice getting higher as he kept moving his hips. He was close, Sion could tell. He was close and he was going to squirt all over himself.

“Baby, do something for hyung, okay? Listen to me. Press your toy in harder, right up against where it feels best. Can you do that for me?” He watched as Riku nodded, doing exactly what he was told. “Perfect. My sweet boy. Now clench down on it for me.”

Riku stared for a moment, eyes narrowing, like he was trying to figure out what Sion was making him do. But he still listened, clenching down on the toy. His hand remained at the base of it, holding it in place. That wouldn’t do.

“Kuri-yah, move your hand. It’s free now, right? Because you’re holding your toy in like I asked?”

“Hyung, what are you—” Riku began to say, getting cut off by a full body shiver. “What are you trying to do,” he asked, seeming genuinely confused, but he still moved his hand away from the dildo. He was still listening to Sion’s commands. For some reason.

“Turn up the vibrator,” Sion said, ignoring him. He watched as Riku’s mouth opened to say something again, but he seemingly decided against it, turning up the power on the vibe and whining. He was leaking so much precum his cock was glistening, and the vibrator kept slipping slightly from his grip. “There you go, princess, does that feel good?” Riku shook his head.

“Hyung, it’s so, haah, it’s not…it’s too much, mmf, it…hurts…I can’t, I’m not–”

“That’s okay, baby, hyung’s gonna help you make it better, okay? Can you put your hand on your tummy for me?” Riku blinked tears out of his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows a little at Sion’s request before complying. He spread one large hand across the contracting muscles of his stomach, glancing down at it before looking back up at Sion, waiting for his next move. Sion had been too distracted before, but now that he was really looking, he could see that Riku looked absolutely fucking wrecked. He was red all over, and he was drenched in sweat. Sion was going to die.

“Hyung,” Riku moaned, pulling Sion out of his head. “I can’t…hold it much longer…” Right. He was in the middle of something. He couldn’t get distracted by Riku’s sweaty body, no matter how badly he wanted to lick and suck all over it.

“Sorry baby, I got distracted by how pretty you are. You listen to hyung so well, don’t you? My obedient kitty. So good to me.” Riku keened at the praise, but he was starting to squirm again. “Okay baby, are you ready? Can you press down on your tummy for me?” Riku’s eyes went wide.

“Hyung, that’s–that’ll…I’ll make a mess, I can’t…” Sion cut him off.

“You can, Kuri-yah, and you’re going to, okay? Pretend it’s hyung. I wouldn’t hesitate, not even a little bit. Press down on your tummy for me since I can’t, okay baby?” Sion was one second away from begging. From getting down on his knees, hiding his face be damned, and begging until Riku relented.

“I-I’m nervous,” Riku said quietly. “I’ve never–I don’t…hyung, the mess, it’s…”

“Kuri-chan. Stop. Thinking. Just let go,” Sion said, voice stern, like he would use on a puppy that was misbehaving. Riku listened then, pressing down lightly on his stomach before fully committing, squeezing his lower belly hard. The first spurt came out, and Riku gasped, turning his head to avoid looking at the camera.

“N-no…hyung, it’s…’m gonna come, gonna…” Riku was sobbing, real cries racking his body as he pressed down on his tummy again and let go, finally, coming all over his stomach, his hand, his chest, some reaching his collarbones. And it didn’t end. Riku kept coming, until all that was coming out was clear, a clear, runny fluid that was soaking Riku’s bottom half and seeping into the sheets underneath him. Riku’s chest was heaving, and Sion watched the rise and fall of it as Riku’s bladder emptied itself fully. Riku’s body was still shaking from his sobs, the dildo having slipped out of him and the vibrator forgotten, buzzing annoyingly against the mattress.

Sion gave him a minute before trying to speak. “Kuri-yah, are you—”

“No, don’t even try to–don’t speak right now, hyung, seriously,” Riku said, hiccuping for air in between every few words. “I can’t even…think. I can’t even form a thought.” So Sion shut up. And he waited patiently, twiddling his thumbs until Riku sat up again. He looked a mess, genuinely. He was wet and sticky all over, and his eyes were puffy from crying. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. Sion opened his mouth to speak again, but Riku beat him to it.

“You are such a filthy pervert, hyung. Just disgusting. Look at me, I’m…I’m all gross! And I have to do all the aftercare myself!” He was smiling slightly when he said it. Sion smiled too, even though Riku couldn’t see it.

“Was it good though?” Was all Sion could think to ask. A thinly veiled way of asking what he was really thinking, which was “Do you still like me?”

“I don’t think I can ever do that again, but yes, it was good. I’ve never pissed and come at the same time before, that was a first for me,” Riku said. “I can’t even explain how it felt. You’re really nasty, hyung.” It was then that Riku’s eyes widened again, finally fully looking at Sion. Or, his still hard cock, to be more accurate.

“Hyung, you didn’t even come?” He asked, shock evident on his face.

“Kuri-yah, you told me not to. You said you had to come twice before I could even think about coming.”

Riku blushed. “O-oh, did I say that? That’s weird…and you listened? This whole time?” Sion nodded. “Wow, hyung, you…you’re really strange. Okay then, you can…do your thing now, I suppose,” he said, shyness creeping back in.

Sion, having been granted permission, finally, lasted about five seconds before he spilled all over his hand. And it was…a lot, to say the least.

“Hyung, you always come so much,” Riku commented, like Sion needed to be told that. “I can’t imagine how it would feel inside…” He promptly stopped talking after that, but Sion heard it.

“Inside where? Inside you?” He couldn’t help but tease, but on the inside, he was freaking the fuck out. Riku was thinking about him. Riku…actually wanted him. Riku wanted him to come inside him, to fill him up so well he felt it even days later.

Riku just huffed and rolled his eyes. Said, “shut up, pervert,” as he moved to finally clean himself off. Sion could tell it was making him uncomfortable almost immediately, but for some reason, Riku waited until after Sion came to start to clean up. Maybe he knew the effect he had on Sion.

They still had some time left in their video call, so they passed it by asking each other dumb questions.

(What’s your favorite color? Riku asked as he stripped the sheets off his bed.

Um, triangle, Sion responded, staring at the lines of Riku’s waist as he bent over his bed to grab at the farthest corner of his fitted sheet. He heard Riku scoff. Would you ever give me a footjob?

Yah, what the hell? I wouldn’t give you anything, freak!)

By the time the 5 hours were up, Sion had learned a lot of new things about Riku, like how he had lost his virginity at 20, and how he had given a footjob before. As much as it pained him to admit. Sion was delighted.

The timer went off just as Riku was finishing a story about his first time giving a blowjob (it was so embarrassing, hyung, I’m still not that good at them). Sion felt his heart break a little. Riku stared up at him with big, sparkly, brown eyes.

“Well, that’s time, hyung. I have to go now.”

“Kuri-yah, I don’t–” Sion started, but decided against it. He didn’t want to say anything too incriminating right now, and telling the streamer that you don’t think you can go back to just being a casual fan was probably not a good move on his part. So he shut up.

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t want me to go. You can still message me, hyung. It’s not like I’m going anywhere. You’ll still be my favorite hyung.” Riku smiled at him, so sweetly. It only made his stomach twist.

“Will you ever do this again?” Sion asked. “Like, fan call type things?”

“Hmm, probably. It’s good money, after all. But…I think I’m going to have to change the rules.” Sion made a noise of confusion.

“What? Why?” Riku just stared at him blankly for a few seconds.

“Are you serious? You bought all the slots before anyone else could even get their wallets out! My fanbase is growing everyday, hyung. I know you don’t like sharing, but that’s reality. Other people need a turn.”

And that’s just…that’s a low blow. ‘That’s reality?’ Not Sion’s reality. Not even remotely close. In Sion’s world, he and Riku had already been dating since the day he discovered him online. But clearly, that didn’t matter to Riku. He didn’t even know Sion’s true feelings. And he wasn’t ever going to know. Not yet, at least.

“Fine,” Sion said, trying to not let the bitterness seep through his voice. “I’ll be good. I’ll share.” Riku smiled again at that, a lazy, tired thing.

“I knew you’d be a good boy, hyung. At the end of the day you’ll always listen to your Kuri-chan, hmm?” Sion nodded. “Okay, hyung, I’m going to hang up now. I’ll see you in your dreams!” He waved before leaving the call. Sion just…sat there for a bit. Stared at his computer screen until it went dim, and then black. He was just thinking.

His mind replayed the entire video call in his head. He thought about all the times he made Riku laugh, all the times that Riku had seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. All the times he made Riku blush. All the times Riku had gotten too shy to keep looking at the camera. It was almost like…no. Sion couldn’t think like that.

But he was going to think like that anyway.

It was almost like Riku had a crush on him. The thought made him want to get up and shout, to tell the whole world that Riku-chan was his. But he couldn’t, not yet. What he needed first is a plan.

A foolproof plan to make Riku his, no matter what. He’d do whatever it takes.