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Sion stirs awake at hearing his window being forced open. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looks over to see Riku climbing in, effortless from the many times this scenario has been played out before.
This time Riku’s thoroughly soaked from the storm outside and the chains from his trademark combat boots rattle as he lands with a thud onto the creaky wooden floor of Sion's bedroom. The sound makes Sion wince, keeping an ear out in case he needs to spring into action and hide Riku from his parents, but thankfully the rest of the house remains completely silent.
Riku seems to suddenly remember that he shouldn’t be making too much noise at this late hour because he shoots Sion a sheepish grin before carefully closing the window behind him as quietly as possible albeit his less than graceful entrance. Sion grins fondly. It’s the thought that counts.
“You’re back early,” Sion says, voice all scratchy from being woken up. He groggily rolls over to turn on the lamp perched on his bedside table. “I thought you had a date tonight?”
“Wasn’t in the mood,” Riku mumbles as he shivers from the chill clinging onto his bones.
“That’s too bad. I know you were looking forward to it,” Sion sympathizes. He pries away from the warmth of his bed to rummage through his dresser as Riku shrugs out of his vintage leather jacket and grabs a towel hanging off a nearby chair to shake the excess water out of his hair.
“Here,” Sion tosses over a fresh pair of sweats and baggy t-shirt.
Riku shoots him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
“So,” Sion starts as he watches Riku clumsily pull off his clanky boots and perch them against the wall. “What did he have to say this time?”
He can make out the irritated huff Riku lets out on instinct when asked about his brother, but Sion still asks because he knows that if he doesn’t, Riku will just let his repressed feelings build up until they explode.
It comes with the territory of dating someone who's instinct is to close themselves off from the world; Riku needs someone to care about him without asking for it. Luckily for him, Sion has mastered the art of picking up on Riku's signals for consolation.
“He said that I need to buckle down and take school more seriously if I want to have any chance at a better future. Ya know, the usual big brother bullshit.” Riku pauses, pointedly looking at Sion. “He also said I should stop wasting so much time with boys. Too much of a distraction.”
"Yeah?” Sion laughs. “Am I distracting?”
Riku gives him a once over from head to toe, appreciating the look of Sion standing there in nothing but his underwear and his lips stretch to a knowing smirk like the temptress he is before beginning to undress. An invitation to look but not touch.
Sion leans against his dresser with arms crossed over his chest as he unabashedly enjoys the view.
There’s goosebumps running up and down Riku’s arms from where the air greets his damp body as he slowly and enticingly peels off his each item of clothing, carelessly letting them fall into a sad, wet lump beside his jacket on the floor.
Just outside the window, lightning strikes violently into the dark night and it reflects against Riku’s tanned skin in a way that captivates Sion entirely, so much so that he doesn't find the strength to playfully complain about the water puddles or the muddy footprints the other has left behind. He could spend a lifetime simply admiring Riku’s form, the elegant slope of his shoulders, those narrow hips that walk with purpose.
“Maybe you’re the distraction,” Sion belatedly refutes. He’s lost count of how many times Riku has snuck into his bedroom and kept him up until early hours of the morning.
Sometimes it was pre-planned, both of them eager to succumb to their carnal desires after spending unwanted time apart. Most of the time it was like tonight, unannounced but not a total surprise, and Sion never turns Riku away because what kind of boyfriend does that?
He’ll gladly go to school the next day and take a pop quiz on merely two hours of sleep if it means being there for Riku.
Besides, everyone slacks off a bit during their senior year of high school. That’s one of the perks of Sion being eighteen: it’s still perfectly acceptable to be young, dumb and in love.
“Now you sound like your parents,” Riku snorts as he bends to towel-dry his legs. “Next thing I know you’re gonna be telling me how much you wished you were dating Doyoung instead of me.”
"Can’t say I haven’t thought about it,” Sion jokes as he moves away from the dresser to his closet. “Decided he’s too uptight for my taste.”
Riku scoffs. “Fuck off. He’s too good for you, anyways.”
Sion rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t argue with the sentiment because he is aware of the high regard Riku holds for his brother.
Theirs is an unconventional bond, one formed by being innocent victims from the infidelity of their father. Riku was the bastard born from "the other woman" while Doyoung was the lonely son who grew up in a nice house a few cities over, totally oblivious.
From the moment they met, Riku and Doyoung formed an alliance of sorts, insisting to have visits every other week just to get under their parents' skin and make them re-live the consequences of their actions over and over again. Somewhere along the way, they learned to depend on each other because no one else in their family would step up to the task.
Nowadays Doyoung lives a little bit closer -thirty minutes away compared to the hour drive to their dad’s house- in a one bedroom apartment with his wife and three year old son. He’s only three years older than Riku, but irresponsible decisions and a lack of better judgment forced him to grow up quicker than intended. Now he's busy juggling the weight of supporting a family and trying to finish his degree online to ensure a better future for them.
As far as Sion knows, Doyoung has never voiced any regret over the life he lives -he genuinely loves his wife and son- but the desperation in which he nags at Riku to not stray from his studies clearly indicates how tired he truly feels.
Doyoung is only twenty two years old, but the bags under his eyes and the grays starting to sprout in his otherwise thick, black hair are proof that he’s drained to the core from trying to keep it all together. Sion doesn’t blame Doyoung for being hard on Riku; it’s all in the effort to keep his little brother from having to go through the struggles he did.
Sion reaches for the top shelf of his closet to pull out a shoe box hidden at the back and places it on his desk. “Still haven’t told him you dropped out of college, huh?”
“I’m nineteen. I can do whatever I want,” Riku claims. He’s finally changed into dry clothes and walks over to press against Sion’s side and watch as he pulls out the contents from the box. “I’ll just let him find out on his own,” he adds as an afterthought.
“You already know that’s not gonna go well,” Sion idly replies as he starts grinding his fresh supply of flower.
“I don’t give a shit,” Riku mutters against Sion's shoulder.
“Whatever you say.” He finishes rolling up and hands it over to Riku. “Here. S'gonna get you nice and loose.”
Riku hums appreciatively. “You know I love it when you get me loose,” he purrs before leaning in to give Sion a firm peck on the lips.
Sion allows himself to be roughly pulled in, feeling his body erupt in goosebumps of his own from being caressed by Riku’s cold hands. His tongue tastes of minty cigarettes and a hint of gummy bears, but to Sion there isn't anything sweeter to feed his awakening appetite.
“Enough about me,” Riku says when he breaks their kiss. He jumps onto Sion's warm bed and pats the empty spot beside him invitingly. Sion’s left a little of breath, a familiar heat stirring up underneath his skin but fondly shakes his head, having gotten used to the other’s playful teasing over the years.
Sion grabs his lighter and ashtray before crawling in, laying on his side to face his boyfriend, elbow propped against his pillow as his hand holds up his head. Riku mirrors the position, eyes a little hazy from whatever substance he's definitely taken prior to his arrival.
It’s unreal how good Riku looks in any state of dishevelment. Even with ruffled hair and small traces of leftover eyeliner smudged around his lash line, he still manages to be the most beautiful thing that's ever laid in Sion's bed.
“What did you do after school today?” Riku asks. "Did you skip track again?"
“Of course I did," Sion says proudly. "I hung out with Sakuya instead.” He places the ashtray in the space between them before handing over his lighter. Once Riku lights up, he inhales deeply, and almost immediately chokes.
“Fuck,” Riku sputters between coughs. “This stuff is strong.”
“I got it from a new guy,” Sion explains.
“Not bad.” Bringing the joint once more to his lips, Riku takes another hit, tapping away the ash before passing it over to Sion. “What’d you guys do?”
“Just the usual. He tries to talk me into doing his homework for him, I end up having to buy him candy so he can leave me alone. Pretty standard procedure.”
Riku huffs out a breath of amusement. "That brat will never change. Maybe now that he's been staying over at Ryo’s place, he'll cool off a bit."
“I doubt it,” Sion chuckles. “I think it’s doing him good though, staying with Ryo. He’s been in a better mood. You know he even offered to set me up with one of his friends?”
“Oh yeah?” Riku perks up at this bit of new information. “Who with?”
“Some guy that worked at that dance studio where Ryo used to go,” Sion tries to recall as he breathes out smoke.
“Must be Yushi, then.”
“Yeah, I think that’s it,” Sion nods. “You know him?”
“Maybe? I'm pretty sure we shared a class before I graduated. Daeyoung’s mentioned him a few times though. I think they hook up from time to time.” Riku lets out a puff of smoke and looks over at Sion. “You gonna do it? You gonna go out with Yushi?”
Sion shrugs. “I haven’t decided.”
“You should do it,” Riku urges, a wicked grin on his face. “I hear he’s into some crazy shit.”
“I don’t know,” Sion ponders. “You’re crazy enough as it is.”
“Oh please, please, please!” Riku cutely begs as he rolls over on top of his boyfriend.
Sion grunts from the impact, but the added weight is always welcome. He's mildly aware the ashtray has tipped over onto his sheets, but none of that matters now that this beautiful boy straddles his hips, looking down at him with that mischievous glint in his eyes.
“It’s been so long since we’ve had a threesome!” Riku continues. ‘We can bring Daeyoung, too, if you want. I know you’ve been dying to suck his dick since forever.”
It’s been about a year since they’ve allowed other people into their circle of intimacy, so long as they’re honest about it. And while It’s been fun exploring his sexuality and expanding horizons, Sion's favorite vice will always be the dangerous boys like Riku who beam down at him with intent, looking so angelic even with that sinister grin plastered on his face, big brown eyes shimmering with mischief.
“Well if it means so much to you, I guess one date can’t hurt,” Sion easily gives in.
“Good boy,” Riku coos. He carelessly tosses the rest of their joint into a cup of water on the side and turns off the lamp before leaning down for a kiss.
Sion lets out a deep sigh, perfectly content. “You’re perfect, ya know that?” He whispers against his boyfriend’s jawline.
“I know,” Riku airily laughs, enjoying the sensation of Sion’s delicate hand massaging the back of his neck, gently undoing the knots built up from stress. They stay like that for a while, Riku shutting his eyes in peace, his intoxicated mind allowing him to become pliant and relaxed.
It always feels nice to have a place of refuge, even if it means sneaking in through the second floor window in the pouring rain. Maybe Riku needs to cut off his oxygen supply by having his face buried into the pillows to muffle his screams whenever Sion fucks him nice and deep from behind so his parents remain oblivious to the intruder defiling their son. The familiarity of Sion's embrace is worth the risk of getting caught.
“Doyoung won’t hate you,” Sion says softly, breaking the silence and the mood. “He might get a little upset but that’s only because he cares about you.”
Riku groans with disdain. “I don’t care. You’re the only one who matters to me, anyways," he says, stubborn as always, and just like that his moment of tranquility has passed. Curse his boyfriend for being so ridiculously hot yet so tactless.
Sion's gentle massage is no longer enough to appease him, so Riku decides he needs to take matters into his own hands if he wants to unwind properly tonight. He sits fully upright to remove his shirt and braces himself on Sion’s strong chest before he slowly starts grinding against his boyfriend's lap.
It shouldn't be so easy for Sion to drift away from the problem at hand, yet it always is. Unluckily for Sion -or luckily, he hasn’t decided yet- Riku is an expert in the art of deflection and seduction, a hazardous combination that renders Sion useless. So he chooses to focus on the way Riku rubs down on him in all the right ways and the smoldering gaze that's permanently etched itself into his memory.
“That’s so good, honey,” Sion praises, feeling himself harden from the sensuous movement. He lets out a satisfied groan when he grabs at Riku’s tiny waist, beautifully tapered to compliment his broadening shoulders. Sion guides Riku’s movements, slow burning and calculating.
How someone so beautiful and so giving could forget that they’re capable of being loved is beyond him, so Sion reminds him.
“God, I love you,” he earnestly declares.
It’s nothing Riku hasn’t heard a million times before, but somehow those words still manage to catch him off guard. He halts his movement to make eye contact with the ethereal boy underneath him, those big brown orbs and fluttery lashes. Sion looks up at him with so much reverence and honesty it's almost too much to handle.
Maybe if Riku was completely sober, he’d poke fun at his boyfriend or play it off with a witty comment, but Sion’s always had a way to make him feel safe with his vulnerabilities. Whether it be his fear of disappointing Doyoung or his inability to control his reckless behavior, Sion is always there with open arms, ready to handle whatever bullshit Riku throws his way.
It’s taken a few years, but Riku has learned to trust Sion completely. So much so that it no longer pains him to say those words back.
“I love you too, baby.”
Sion’s heart soars each time he hears that confession, understands what a privilege it is to gain this beautiful boy’s trust. He swears he’ll never get tired of it. Until the days he’s grown old and gray, he’ll happily hold this specimen in his arms and reminisce about the adventures they’ve had together. It’s all Sion has wanted: Riku’s mind, body and soul. And with hard work, he finally has it in his grasp and fuck, he’ll never ever let go.
“Let me help you, honey,” Sion says, breathless. The stirring in the pit of his stomach is fully awake, the rhythm of Riku’s body on his setting him alight. Riku’s skin is still slightly damp from the rain, cold and jarring, but Sion caresses his sides all the same. He reaches for Riku’s waistband, relaying his message.
Riku’s got that look in his eye, the kind where he wants something but won’t say it with words. He gets like that when he feels overwhelmed with feelings and can’t quite decipher how to express them.
“Here,” Sion says, making the decisions for him, lifting up Riku’s body just a bit so he can sit upright. It still makes him groan with delight at how pliant Riku can get when they’re all alone. In public he’s snarky and bites back, doesn’t back down for anyone, but a few minutes in Sion’s bed is all it takes to get Maeda Riku all soft and obedient.
Sion maneuvers Riku onto his back, removing his sweatpants and leaving a trail of kisses onto every bit of exposed skin. “You are so beautiful,” he says, enamored. “How did I get so lucky?”
Riku exhales shakily as Sion nibbles on his inner thighs, marking his territory for any other potential conquest to see. No matter how many men get the privilege to witness Riku in any state of undress, they’ll always know Sion was here first.
Riku’s cock gives a weak twitch at the promise of proximity, warm breath getting closer and closer to where he wants it the most. “Please,” he says politely. ‘Please, touch me.”
“Thank you,” Sion says in lieu of a direct answer. He knows he doesn’t always need such blatant permission, that Riku will take anything Sion gives him, but he’s still grateful to be granted access to such unguarded territory.
Sion wraps his hand around the base of Riku’s member with a firm grip, spitting over the length. Gives slow measured strokes until it fully hardens in his grasp.
Riku hisses at the sensation, heightened by his current state of mind. “Please,” he begs again and it’s so alluring that whispery tone, this time Sion complies.
Wrapping his mouth around the tip, Sion gives a few purposeful sucks before slowly making his way further down. He goes in as deep as he can, before coming back up, giving the tip a sweet kiss. “You taste so good,” he praises before going back, cheeks hollowed and setting a steady rhythm up and down.
Riku moans, back arching deliciously at the sensation. He can feel his whole body warming up, Sion’s slick mouth giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. As the pressure builds, Riku’s hands find the top of Sion’s head, fingers grasping onto his scalp and pulling on his hair just to keep himself grounded. Sion, being the slut that he is, groans deep at the strong grip, head bobbing even faster.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Riku panics. “Wait, babe, I’m-” and before he can give a proper warning, Riku is cumming down his boyfriend's throat, every ounce of stress released in one go.
Sion, the slut, swallows every last drop because of course he does. “Wow,” he teases. “You’ve been pent up, huh? Is Mark not doing it for you?”
“Who the fuck have you been sucking off lately?!” Riku asks incredulously. “Jesus Christ, you almost sucked the soul out of me.”
“Jisung Park,” Sion says proudly, wiping the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll put in a good word for you. He’s got a really nice dick.”
“Hmmm that’s nice,” Riku comments, distracted. His eyes have ventured to the tent in his boyfriend’s underwear, his print prominent and obvious. “You’ve got a nice cock too, ya know.”
Sion grins, pleased at the compliment. He’s heard it many times before, but hearing it from Riku is a different level of satisfaction. “Yeah?”
“Good length, thick girth,” Riku lists. ”There’s a reason I always come back to you.”
“Is that why?” Sion asks, scooting up to be at face level with his boyfriend. “And here I thought it was ‘cause you love me.”
“That too, I guess,” Riku blushes and oh does he look like a dream come true. Sion can’t resist bringing their lips together, nibbling on lips and battling their tongues for sustenance. There’s a hint of bitterness on Sion’s tongue, but no one seems to mind as they devour each other whole.
Maybe they’re both sluts.
“God, honey, please let me fuck you,” Sion pleads once the passion builds too high. “Wanna make you feel so good.”
Riku, of course, accepts with a rushed nod.
Moving quickly, Sion grabs the lube from the bedside drawer while Riku settles himself at the center of the bed, spreading his legs and presenting himself. It drives Sion wild whenever he sees his stunning boy with his sensuous curves and gorgeous face just laying there, offering himself completely to him.
Once settled back on the bed, Sion cradles the side of Riku’s face, thumb gently stroking at his cheekbone as looks down at him with awe. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this,” he voices, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “I wish I could have you like this all the time.”
“You should,” Riku encourages. “Just keep me here forever.”
God Sion wishes he could, that they could be together all the time, that they could be together forever without the pressures of school and the disapproval of his parents. He knows he’s young and there’s so much more to experience in his lifetime, but nothing and no one will ever measure up to the thrill that is Maeda Riku.
And so he promises. “Wherever I go you’re coming with me.” Sion affirms. “There’s no one I’ll ever love as much as you.”
Riku giggles. “It’s like you’re obsessed with me.”
“I am,” Sion pecks kisses at his face. “I love everything about you.”
“Then show me,” Riku urges. “Get in me and show me.”
Sion maneuvers Riku onto all fours, slowly opening him up with steady fingers until he’s gaping and desperate, begging to be filled. Riku tends to get impatient with this part, eager and buzzing with anticipation, so Sion stretches as quickly as he can, jabbing into that bundle of nerves that makes Riku shake.
Once his precious boy is drooling for it, Sion slicks himself up, cock perched in his hand as he guides it towards the loosened hole, nudging the entrance but not quite entering.
“Please, just do it already.” Riku whines yet again. “Haven’t I been good for you?”
“Yes, honey,” Sion reassures. “You’re the best boy there is. I’m sorry. No more teasing.” And with that he breeches the muscle, still so tight even after all that stretching and forces his way right in.
“Holy shit,” Riku’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “So big. So good.”
“Yeah?” Sion says, smug. “Better than everyone else?”
"The best,” Riku sighs happily, indulging in the delicious weight inside him.
“That’s right," Sion affirms, picking up the pace of his thrusts, making Riku’s arms collapse, landing right into the mattress. “Tell me who owns you, baby.”
“You do,” Riku answers, muffled from the sheets.
Dissatisfied, Sion pulls at Riku’s hair, lifting his face up from the bed. “Answer me,” he orders sternly.
“You do!” Riku repeats, wailing when he feels that sweet spot inside of him get pounded and abused. God it always feels so good to be loved and thoroughly fucked.
“Who’s your number one?” Sion asks with pointed jabs to his prostate.
“You are,” Riku slurs, going a little dumb. And it's true, isn’t it? That no matter who they bring into their bed whether together or separately, Oh Sion will always belong to Maeda Riku and Maeda Riku will always belong to Oh Sion.
“Tell me what you need baby,” Sion says, hips beginning to falter. “I’ll give you everything.”
“Bury me,” Riku says, giving into his loose limbs. His body completely collapses onto the mattress, cock squished within the crimpled sheets as Sion presses his entire body weight against him, slow and deliberate strokes making everything from his fingertips to the tips of his toes tingle. It feels good like this, sexy and raw. Sion is the only person Riku will let inside him this way, with no barrier between them.
“W-where do you want it?” Sion stutters, his movements getting sloppy.
“In me. Please, in me,” Riku begs and because Sion would do anything for Riku, he listens.
A wave of warmth hits inside him, Sion finishing with a long groan, grinding in as deep as he can go against that bundle of nerves that makes Riku fully crumble. His mind feels foggy, his body completely satisfied.
The sounds of heavy breathing fill the room as the intensity dwindles down to a warm fireplace, cozy and safe. Sion holds Riku close, not a single bit of space between them. Nestled in the crook of neck, Sion peppers the sweat slick skin with gentle kisses, murmuring how good Riku is, how sweet he’s being, praising him for being so perfect and taking it so well.
It goes like that until Riku whines from the discomfort. Sion finally pulls out, slowly but carefully yet Riku still gasps from the subtle movement. He can feel cum leaking out of him, onto the back of his thighs. Sion’s cock gives an interested twitch at the sight, hole gaping and wet, but Riku seems calm and sated for tonight so he holds back any further advances.
It takes every bit of strength for Sion to slip out of Riku’s orbit, getting up to find a towel to wipe them both down. It’s hard to fight against the gravitational pull between them once Riku turns over on his back, skin flushed and rosy. The sheets are as good as ruined but neither seem to care about laying in their filth because, as established, they’re both sluts.
Once wiped down, Sion lays back in bed, cuddling beneath the blankets, cradling Riku’s head against his chest. It’s always a pleasure to crawl beneath each other’s skin and linger in peace as the harsh cold reality of the world melts away from their burning passion.
This is their favorite place to be: in each other’s arms.
“I tried, ya know,” Riku breaks the silence after some time. “I just hated it so much I couldn’t justify staying.”
Sion caresses the top of Riku’s head lovingly, sweetly. “And that’s ok. School isn’t for everyone,” he reassures. “You can always try something else.”
Riku sighs, burying himself into Sion’s chest. “You’re the only one who doesn’t judge me. Even as kids.”
“That’s not true. The reason I fell for you in the first place is because I thought you were the bad boy type. Little did I know you’d be a major softie.”
“Yah,” Riku playfully scolds, lightly slapping his boyfriend’s chest. “Behave. Don’t make me steal Yushi from you.”
“Oh honey, you already know what’s mine is yours,” Sion says, pulling him even closer and placating him with a kiss. This is truly the greatest sense of joy a man could have, a lazy make out in the dark with the most beautiful, stunning perfect boy in the world, post coital bliss. They’re secure in their relationship, and no outside factors will tear them apart.
“How about this?” Sion propositions. “I’ll get Sakuya to give me Yushi’s number and ask to hangout Friday after school. You can meet us at the diner on Broadway with Daeyoung.”
Riku tsks. “I knew you wanted to suck his dick,” he says. “This sounds too easy. I’m sensing there’s a catch.”
Sion laughs. “You know me too well, babe.”
Riku groans, exasperated. “Ok fine. What is it?”
“You need to tell Doyoung about dropping out.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Nothing baby, it’s not a threat,” Sion assures, placing a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. “I just know you’ll feel better once you get it off your chest.”
The room turns silent as Riku contemplates the proposition. There’s isn’t ever a reason to doubt Sion’s reasoning, always having the best intentions for his well being. No matter how irritating it can be, Sion always seems to know the right thing to do. He wouldn’t push Riku to try if it wasn’t gonna make him better in the end.
“Friday you said?”
“Yes,” Sion perks up. “This Friday.”
“I’ll get Ryo’s cousin to get us our usual room at the hotel.”
And that’s enough confirmation for Sion to know they’re gonna be alright. That no matter what the future has in hold them in any aspects, they’ll have each other’s arms to fall back into.
Just the way things are meant to be.