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Sion swears he’s working on it, but a big ego is hard to shrink back down. He also swears he has no reason to treat Daeyoung differently from everybody else on his team, and yet there he is, without fail, eyeing him down with a scowl from across the room every time Daeyoung giggles about some playful pet name from Riku. Seeing Yushi stick to him and touch him all around irks him, too, because he rarely does that to him. I’d also let you touch me. I put in some work to get like this, you know.
Maybe he was just a little jealous of the attention Daeyoung gets from the rest, but the traitorous realization that he also has homoerotic relationships with both Riku and Yushi (and for way longer, thank you) brings him to quietly admit it may be greed instead. Or worse, a threat to his otherwise unrivaled masculinity.
He knows it’s a little unfair on Daeyoung, and he does think he’s indispensable to the group and a good friend whom he loves dearly, he’s just in a bit of a one-sided rivalry with him. Like, come on, how come he’s one of the youngest, a massive three years younger than me, and yet he’s the one referred to lately as big and strong and dependable and manly and… Okay. Enough of that. He’s more like an overgrown puppy to me anyways, he tries to reason against the useless comparisons, but ends up just clumsily feeding his pride with sour candy again.
Just a few seconds after grounding himself, not even Ryo and Sakuya’s loud bickering could’ve kept him from processing some really upsetting audio feedback. Please tell me I didn’t just hear what I think I heard, plea- “Jaehee hyung”.
Sion’s head snaps towards a very smiley Yushi, all teeth and innocence, and an equally amused Daeyoung turning slightly red in the face. “Why?” is all he replies with before cutting into more shy giggles. Yeah no, this is some bullshit.
He senses Riku loading some nasty flirty follow-up, so he steps in just in time to prevent it. “Daeyoung-ah. Wanna come with?” Sion says with a tone a bit more serious than he intended as he stands up and stares him down, already turning towards the hallway. He gets to see Daeyoung’s eyes widen slightly in confusion, but he’s standing and following after him without question. “Oh. Sure, Hyung” he hears from behind, just as he decides to ignore the undecipherable whispering that erupts from the rest.
Um, well, now I gotta think about where to go and what to do and why I even brought him out in the first place, Sion half-mourns, half-panicks. Whatever, improv it is, he thinks to himself as he heads down towards his room, the sound of Daeyoung’s footsteps tailing him bringing a twisted smirk to his face. He does like him like this, obedient and polite and a little scared, but Sion makes a mental note not to ever reflect on why he feels that way.
When they get to his room after the most painful ten seconds of his life, Sion reaches out to grab Daeyoung’s hand as he’s closing the door, and unsure whether conscious or not, he locks it for good measure. Before Daeyoung utters another word he drags him to sit on the edge of his bed, and Sion’s terrible habit of leaving his textbook bisexual-freak mood lights on only serves to make this whole scene worse.
Bracing himself for what could be a disaster if he were to speak so impulsively again, he sighs and stands right in front of him, placing both his hands on Daeyoung’s shoulders and tapping his jaw so he looks up at him. When he does, Sion sees his big puzzled eyes under him and he almost feels bad.
“What’s wro-” “So…‘Jaehee hyung’, right?” He cuts him off accidentally, but finds he doesn’t want to hear Daeyoung’s pitiful concern. Sion’s tone is clearly mocking, but even through this foolish tantrum he’s throwing he doesn’t want him to think he’s truly mad at him or that he did anything wrong. He kinda did tho. But it’s not his fault. But honestly it kinda is.
Daeyoung makes a face for a second before letting out an equal parts awkward and confused laugh, trying to lighten up this very strange situation he’s found himself in. “Ah, yeah, they’ve been jokingly saying that to me often these past few days. Honestly though, it feels strange but mainly it’s funny” he tries to chat like any normal person would. However, Sion isn’t very normal. “Oh, so it’s an ongoing thing. That’s worse, Daengie”, he says so vaguely even Sion himself doesn’t know how he’s coming across. Probably like a douchebag, if Daeyoung’s obvious stress is anything to go by.
Silence hangs for a second before Daeyoung finds his voice again. “Is… that not okay, hyung? I can tell them to stop if it bothers you. And if it’s about respect to my hyungs you know I’d never actually believe I’m abo-” “Alright, no need for that” Sion cuts him off again, “I don’t need to hear it. I believe you for now, Daeng, but I can’t let it accidentally get to your head, now can I?” he says as he brings a hand up to tuck Daeyoung’s hair behind his ear. The noise from outside the room has died down, amplifying the cartoonishly loud swallow Sion watches travel down his throat in real time. Damn, he really is well behaved, this is easy. But my natural dominance clearly also helps.
“No no, it won’t… but still, I’m sorry hyung”. Poor Daeyoung doesn’t know he’s better off arguing about this with the wall. He does, however, know something dark is taking home in Sion’s gaze, and it makes his hairs stand on end and his mouth dry up a little. His legs also spread a bit wider as Sion closes their distance some more, Daeyoung’s neck stretching further as he’s prompted to look up higher at him. “If you think I need it, please put me in my place”. Tires screech, gears turn and alarms ring inside Sion’s head. What the fuck did he just say. Surely I heard that wrong.
No laugh, no ‘just kidding’, no taking it back. He’s serious. Sion looks him in the eyes and finally believes him when their pure shine is bright enough to reflect him and his fuckass neon purple LEDs. Softer than he’s ever touched him, he runs a hand from Daeyoung’s shoulder up his neck, feeling every shape and shift under the skin, and Sion subconsciously smiles so fondly he forgets he’s supposed to be slightly irritated.
Right. I can’t believe he just caught me lacking. He snaps out of it, grabbing his chin when he reaches it, “You do need it. But you’re being so nice and helpful I’ll lighten your sentence” he says, barely above a whisper. Daeyoung’s lips part like he was about to reply, but it’s a sharp gasp that wins the race when Sion lodges his knee right in between Daeyoung’s legs, the unexpected pressure igniting a violent fire inside him. His eyes snap shut and his head falls back, the sweetest moan being uttered just for Sion to hear. Was he already getting worked up?.
He feels on top of the world. He’s got a beautiful boy, object of all his mundane petty animosity, moaning under him. Daeyoung’s hands try to search for him, but Sion’s already made up a detailed plan in record speed. “No touching, baby. Think you can keep your hands still behind you without me tying them up?” he asks with the widest grin across his face, far too amused. Of course, Daeyoung nods intently.
“Yes, hyung. I’ll stay put for you”, he says, voice trembling with every shift against his crotch as he brings his hands behind him and clasps them together, immediately following through. Sion is so turned on he could start writing lyrics for 127’s new album. “Good boy” he whispers, lowering himself until his lips are gracing Daeyoung’s, and he catches the full body shudder before pressing them together in a desperate attempt at a kiss, open-mouthed, messy and perfect.
Daeyoung moans into his mouth, letting Sion take the lead and move their tongues together in sync with the movements below. Daeyoung, true to his word, keeps his hands behind him with sheer willpower, but he can’t stop his hips from grinding against Sion, hardly able to control such an impulse. “Ah, h-hyung… fuck”, he whines when they part in need of oxygen, head hanging low as he tries to catch his breath through the still ongoing stimulation.
“Daeng, look at me” Sion orders, and Daeyoung obeys. The completely broken expression on his face is enough to halt Sion’s movements for a second; face flushed pink to the tip of his ears, eyes glossy with unshed tears, lips plump and bright red. From here he can also see his bulge straining against his jeans past his heaving chest. He’s never been more grateful about having functional vision.
He runs a hand through Daeyoung’s hair, grazing his nails on his scalp and relishing in the goosebumps he’s raised. “You’re sensitive, puppy” he teases, and the sound he gets in response is quite in-character. As much as Sion loves messing with Daeyoung, this is also getting to him. He grabs at the hair on the back of his head and pulls lightly, prompting him to lean backwards and on his hands. “Move” he instructs, the edge on his voice disappearing again as Daeyoung scoots up the bed and allows him to slowly climb on top.
He carefully positions himself on his lap, deciding to indulge in his lips some more. Sion experimentally shifts and grinds his hips down, their simultaneous gasps mingling in the limited space they’re sharing. He can see Daeyoung’s arms twitch hard, most likely trying to hold himself back from grabbing and touching him in any way as he instructed earlier. Fuck, he’s so cute like this. He’d do anything I asked him to, Sion thinks, but has half the mind not to spiral down that thought for the time being.
Sion can’t help but smirk into the kiss, breaking it to swipe his tongue across Daeyoung’s bottom lip, making him shudder. He moves to whisper against his ear “Today’s a warning. If you keep that little game going, you’ll get a real punishment. Got it, Jaehee hyung?”. Sion’s never experienced so much self-fullfilment as right now, feeling the immediate throb from underneath him. But how goddamned big is it that I felt that through four layers of clothes? I’m almost mad again.
The blush on the tip of Daeyoung’s ears is impossibly red and his eyes are so wide and apologetic it looks like he’s begging for mercy from some cruel god. “Yes, Hyung. Daeyoung’s sorry. I promise I’ll be better”. Sion almost has to put in action some of their professional calm-down techniques to not bust through his pants right then and there.
Instead, he gets back to work, licking the shell of his ear teasingly and moving an inch downwards to kiss right under, on the highest point of his neck. “That’s what I like to hear, baby. Know who’s in charge.” He gets a sweet little sound in response and decides it’s time to start the engine back up. He trails his kisses down his honestly extremely sexy neck as he starts rocking his hips again, moving in slow circles that clearly work wonders if Daeyoung’s breath hitching every few seconds is anything to go by.
When Sion gets close to his shoulder he, of course, bites down with a smile that would send shivers down Daeyoung’s spine had he been able to see it. He moans prettily and it takes everything in Sion not to keep doing it over and over again. He places a couple more kisses all around before he backs off, stopping all movement and shifting his hips to sit lower on Daeyoung’s lap. He whines from the loss of contact but has no time to complain before Sion’s hands are unfastening his jeans, skilled hands making quick work of them.
With a bit of teamwork, Daeyoung’s lower half is bare under Sion. Shit. Thank god I’m not taking that today. A pause. …Today?. To avoid unpacking his own thoughts once more, he pulls Daeyoung’s shirt up, shoving the hem into his mouth for him to bite down on. “Don’t drop it, alright?” he orders surprisingly gentle, trying to feign dubious nonchalance as if his blood wasn’t beelining to his face and crotch, brain be damned.
Like this, their usually trivial size difference is much more obvious. Daeyoung’s wider frame, big soft muscles and slightly tanner skin makes Sion swallow dry. For a second Sion was willing to submit to the very agenda he swore to destroy, but he’s on a mission. Eyes snap up to his face for a quick check-in, the image of a teary eyed Daeyoung staring at him while clenching his teeth on his shirt and breathing heavily burning itself on Sion’s retina for years to come.
Gathering his thoughts and confidence, he places both hands on Daeyoung’s chest and caresses it slowly, circling his thumbs around his sensitive nipples before flicking them a couple times, drawing out a cute high pitched moan muffled through the shirt between his teeth. Sion’s signature shit-eating grin spawns on his face again, and it’s obvious he’d keep tormenting Daeyoung like this if there wasn’t a more vertical, pressing matter waiting a little down below.
He slides his hands down, feeling all the soft ridges and defined dips of his abdomen, before wrapping his hand around Daeyoung’s cock. He gives a few experimental strokes, getting used to the weight in his hand and the frankly distracting sounds he’s making in response.
There’s already a fair amount of precum glistening on his tip, and Sion stops himself from laughing in his face. He makes eye-contact as he presses his thumb down on it and Daeyoung’s pained whimper bounces off the walls of the room and Sion’s head alike. He slides down, smearing it down for lubrication and pumping at a steady, practiced pace that has Daeyoung trembling.
His whole body is tense, arching into Sion’s touch. He can sense Daeyoung’s getting somewhat close, but he’s not done with him just yet. Saving the hustle of getting up from his lap to take his sweatpants off, Sion stops jerking him off for a moment to pull his waistband down and free his own erection, and Daeyoung’s glad to have looked in time to see it bounce against his stomach.
Sion shifts his hips again to grind both of their cocks together, a bit sloppy and useless and very mentally stimulating. As cute as it is to see Daeyoung trying to chase that fleeting contact with mindless thrusts upwards he promptly wraps his hand around both, nowhere close to being able to close his fist but providing enough of a hold to properly hump against each other.
“H-hah… Hyung, t-this is too much, I can’t…” Daeyoung says surprisingly articulate through his shirt and a string of breathless whines as his hips move by themselves, the feeling of Sion’s dick sliding against his own sending jolts of electricity through his whole body and frying off any remaining self-control. Sion is no less into it, goosebumps all over and grunts escaping from deep inside his chest. “Fuck… You’re so- God” he whispers, making less sense by the minute.
Mouth slightly agape and brows furrowed, he fucks harder into his fist and Daeyoung looks like he could cry. He grabs the back of Daeyoung’s head with his free hand, pulling at his hair from the roots to force eye-contact again. “You like it when your hyungs tell you what to do, don’t you? To follow orders like a dog?” Sion says, moans filling the space between his words. To that Daeyoung nods eagerly, so it's only natural to grant such an obedient puppy the release he’s waiting for. “Good. Let go then, baby” he allows, gentle and endeared against his better judgement, and Daeyoung follows through immediately.
He comes with a broken whine, head falling back as ropes of cum get all over both of their stomachs and Sion’s hand, still holding and jerking their cocks together. He sees from the corner of his eyes the bedsheets being pulled in, and he assumes Daeyoung’s gripping the hell out of them behind his back. The sight, sound and feeling is all too much; Daeyoung’s wrecked state and ragged breathing, the obscene mess in his fist, the loud squelching noise every time he thrusts into it.
He feels a full body shudder, shuts his eyes and comes harder than he ever has, hips stuttering and riding out his orgasm against an almost overstimulated Daeyoung. Sion gasps for air like he’d been deprived of it, and when he comes down from the high he’s face to face with an expression he’s never seen on Daeyoung’s face. He thinks the best word to describe it is devotion, but that’s a scary thought. When did he even drop the shirt? Whatever.
He tenderly grabs his face, caressing his soft skin with his thumbs, and Sion feels like, sometimes, he doesn’t deserve to have someone like Daeyoung give so much of himself to him. He feels guilty for not showing how much he appreciates him as often as he does for the rest of the members. He also wonders if Daeyoung ever feels like the stuff he does to tease him is serious. He worries that- “Hyung”.
Sion’s eyes snap back up at his. “I can see your mind racing. It’s okay, I liked everything. I like you.” Daeyoung says, and even though he knows he doesn't mean it as a love confession, it serves to soothe his heart immediately. He’d tear up a little if there wasn’t a load and a half sticking and drying between them. Right. Sion lets out a defeated laugh, a big smile plastered across his face that Daeyoung copies.
“Thanks. Love you, Daeyoungie” he mutters and gives him a light peck on the lips as he carefully gets up from his lap. He ruffles his hair playfully, but all the spice from earlier is nowhere to be found. Is saying ‘Hyung will take care of you’ now too gay? “Stay here, I’ll clean us up”. Yeah, that’s better.
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“Did you have fun?” Riku asks from the front door as he sets his keys down, the others coming in behind him. Daeyoung looks at him wide-eyed for a second and waits for Sakuya and Ryo to be out of earshot just in case, bless him.
Yushi giggles behind him and blood rushes to his face, knowing that playing dumb will get him nowhere. Of course they’d know.
“I saw Sion hyung’s gaze earlier and knew you weren’t gonna escape that unscathed” Riku continues with clear amusement on his face. “Actually, it’s Daengie here that started the real dea-” “Okayy, that’s enough!”