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As soon as he arrived at the place, loud music and people screaming greeted him. The bass was so strong he could feel it in his chest. A few people smoked in front, talking over each other, while others were barely standing, almost falling as they tried to dance.
He wasn’t really in a party mood today.
After a 10-hour shift, all he wanted was to lie under the covers and binge-watch a random anime. With some jellies and maybe a cold can of beer.
Instead, he was here.
He parked nearby, staying inside for a second longer than needed, before opening the door. He already regretted agreeing to come to Chenle’s birthday party. And don’t get him wrong, he loved Chenle’s parties. The guy always knew how to run them. The music was good, the drinks never ended, and only a few selected people got invited. But today was just not his day.
As he started walking toward the house, locking his car with a familiar beep, he noticed Daeyoung sitting on the pavement. When their eyes met, the younger jumped up and ran to hug him.
“You really made it! Oh my gosh!” he shouted, hugging the older tightly with his big arms, lifting him off the ground.
“Yeah, but I didn’t have time to dress up...” he said after finally being let go, pointing at his outfit. Just usual baggy jeans, a black T-shirt, and a leather jacket. He enjoyed dressing up for parties. After all, where else could you wear something sexy? His current outfit was not sexy.
“You still look pretty!” Daeyoung smiled and grabbed his arm.
“I know,” the brown-haired man replied with his usual smirk.
They went inside, and the heat hit them right away. It was stuffy, thick with sweat and alcohol. Without a word, he took off his jacket and placed it on an empty spot on the sofa, while the younger went to the kitchen to get a drink.
Not a moment later, a familiar face noticed him from across the room.
“Riku, my man!” Sungchan shouted, pushing through people and shaking his hand. “Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight!”
“Yeah, I planned to skip. Work was fucking terrible, but...” He stopped for a moment, unsure if he should continue. They played basketball sometimes, but they weren’t that close.
“He is here to see Sion’s new boyfriend.”
The voice from behind made him almost jump. He turned around to see Wonbin, another friend from games and parties. “Right?”
He sighed. No point hiding it. It seemed like everyone could tell.
“Kinda,” he replied, wishing Daeyoung would come back faster.
“I heard they knew each other even when you two were dating.” Another voice joined. This time it was the host himself, so he quickly stood up and wished Chenle a happy birthday. The other just waved his hand, telling him to have fun and that there were nonalcoholic drinks in the fridge.
As he sat down, his eyes drifted around the living room. The place was packed with people dancing between the sofa and the glass doors leading to the pool. He recognized a few faces from classes and games, some from Chenle’s usual circles. Near the kitchen island, a couple of seniors were arguing over music, while someone else was already half-asleep on the ground with a drink still in hand. It all felt familiar, chaotic in a way that usually worked... just not tonight.
After a moment, the gossip continued.
“But doesn’t that mean Sion cheated on you with this guy?” Sungchan asked, carefully glancing at him.
“Nah, I don’t think so. Sion is not the type to do that,” Wonbin said, crossing his arms and taking a sip of his beer.
“Yeah...” Riku replied, not liking what they were implying.
But his ex wasn’t like that. They made it clear they didn’t have feelings for each other anymore. It was a decision they made together. Kinda.
He wouldn’t lie about that... right?
“Oh, you found the others!” Daeyoung’s loud voice reached him, but he wasn’t alone.
“Look who I met on my way back,” the younger said, trying to sound excited, but there was a nervous tone in his voice. Daeyoung sent him a quick glance, just as Sion appeared behind him.
“Riku!” Sion said happily, as always, with a smile on his face. For a second it looked like he wanted to hug him, but he pulled back.
Yeah. After dating for two years, going back to awkward greetings hurts.
“I thought you were working tonight?” Sion asked, his voice warm and easy, the kind that always made people relax without trying. He looked the same as always, handsome in that effortless way, soft smile, eyes a little too kind for someone who just broke up with him.
Well, not just. It's been months.
“I was. I just came for a moment to wish Chenle a happy birthday.” He tried to keep eye contact so the other wouldn’t notice the lie. He wasn’t sure if it worked.
“Oh, I see! Anyway, I’m glad to see you.” And he knew it was true. Sion was always honest. “It’s been, what, four months?”
“Yeah, I think so,” he replied softly. Honestly, he stopped counting. Instead of days, he could count how many hookups he had after they broke up. Spoiler: they were all terrible. “You look good, but you lost some weight,” the older added, sounding genuinely concerned.
Thankfully, Daeyoung stepped in and put his arm around Riku's shoulder.
“It’s probably because of work. I keep telling him to eat more...”
The truth was, he was dieting again. Breaking up with your boyfriend apparently meant getting back in shape to find someone new. Those are the consequences of break up they don't tell you about.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” Sion said, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking into his eyes.
“Of course, hyung,” he replied. The familiar word felt a little strange now.
Sion wouldn’t cheat on him... right? Riku was good-looking, smart, everything someone could want. He wouldn’t leave him for someone else, right?
“By the way, I want you to meet someone.”
His heart skipped for a second, like it forgot how to beat.
Sion turned around, smiling widely, and waved someone over. People on the sofa (his so-called friends) leaned closer, whispering, curious.
The first thing he noticed were slim legs in tight jeans, slightly wider at the bottom. Then a short T-shirt showing a bit of skin when he moved. A silver necklace resting on sharp collarbones. And finally, short blond hair catching the light.
Wait. I know this face.
“Yushi, come here!”
The blond stepped forward slowly, eyes scanning the group. They stopped on him for a second. A second too long.
Then he looked away like nothing happened.
What the fuck was that?
“Everyone, meet Yushi. He’s a bit shy, so be gentle with him. Or else!” Sion joked, raising his fist. A few people laughed awkwardly.
He stood there frozen, eyes stuck on the younger’s face. Sharp nose, long eyelashes, and the scar on his left cheek.
What was HE doing here?
“We study engineering together,” Anton added, stepping in from behind, giving a small wave. Riku remembered him from the university sports festival. A quiet guy who mostly stuck to the side but somehow ended up talking to everyone anyway.
“These two match so well, they speak so quietly!” Sion laughed, like it was the most hilarious thing ever, shoulders shaking a little. “Anyway, Yushi, this is Daeyoung. And you’ve already heard about Riku.”
A chill ran down his arms as the blond glanced at him again and only nodded.
What’s his problem...?
“You’re Japanese too?” he finally asked, this time in his mother tongue, which he rarely used since moving to Korea.
The younger moved a bit closer to Sion, still looking at him.
“Yes,” the blond replied softly, but in Korean, which annoyed Riku even more.
“I think I saw you at Sion’s baseball practices before,” he continued in Japanese, not letting it go.
The reaction was instant. Yushi flinched and stepped back, his shoulder brushing Sion’s arm as if he was using him as cover. He lowered his head, blond hair falling over his eyes, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“I think you’re mistaking me for someone...”he said slowly, voice quiet. His fingers curled lightly at his side, like he didn’t know what to do with them.
But what pissed Riku the most is that he replied in Korean. Again.
Sion glanced between them, brows knitting slightly, clearly confused. Around them, a few people paused mid-conversation, sensing something off.
Riku let out a quiet breath, jaw tightening as he glanced one last time at the blond. The other was still half-hidden behind Sion, still not looking up. The whispers around them hadn’t stopped, and he could feel eyes flicking between them, waiting for something to happen. It was suffocating.
He had enough. Before he could overthink it, he reached out, grabbed Daeyoung’s hand, and started walking toward the stairs, not even bothering to look back.
“I need a smoke. Chenle ge, I’ll use the balcony in the spare bedroom, okay?” to what Chenle just shrugged.
He moved on autopilot until they reached the balcony and pulled out a cigarette.
Daeyoung watched him, waiting, but didn’t rush him. Riku leaned his elbows on the railing, cigarette between his fingers, eyes drifting down to the pool below. For a moment, he just stood there, watching people jump into the pool fully clothed, he even let our a small giggle. Then he took a slow drag, the smoke filling his lungs, and sighed.
“I know him.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“He looks different now, but it’s him!” he said, sitting down on the dirty balcony floor. “About a year ago, there was this weird, nerdy kid always around Sion. At practice, at lunch... even walking home with him sometimes.”
“Wait, really?” Daeyoung’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yes! He had black hair back then and dressed like a middle schooler. Always watching from a distance.” He pushed his hair back. “He wore those nerdy glasses too… I didn’t think anything of it because Sion never gave me a reason to. I thought he was just a junior friend.”
Daeyoung moved closer and sat next to him, shoulders almost touching.
Riku hesitated, bringing the cigarette to his lips but not taking a drag as his eyes dropped to the floor. “I... I don't understand. Do you think Sion cheated on me with him?”
“What? Our Sion? No way!” Daeyoung said quickly, almost choking on his own words as he shook his head. Then he glanced away for a second “I mean... why would he be interested in him when he had you?”
“Exactly! That guy isn’t as pretty as me. He’s cute, but not on my level.” He took another drag, getting annoyed at the noise from the pool. “Maybe he somehow seduced him?”
“Now you’re making things up,” Daeyoung laughed, nudging his shoulder lightly with his own. “We... we can ask them?”
“I don’t think I want to talk to them right now.”
Below them, someone slipped near the pool, splashing beer everywhere as people screamed and laughed.
The bass carried up from inside, mixing with the noise, vibrating through the balcony railing. Riku rubbed the back of his neck, eyes following the chaos below for a second before looking away.
“I’m sorry for dragging you here,” the younger said quietly. “It was my idea...”
“Don’t worry, Daeng. It’s not your fault. I just... I thought I’d be fine. I even wanted to meet his boyfriend, maybe be friends again.”
“But this makes it complicated” the younger added, letting out a small breath.
“Yeah. I didn’t expect to see that kid. And he replied in Korean-what’s that about? So fucking rude.”
“I mean, no one likes meeting their boyfriend’s ex...” the other muttered, glancing at him from the corner of his eye like he was trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, but I was trying to be nice."
He flicked the cigarette over the railing a bit harder than needed, watching the ash fall into the dark below. Chenle was definitely going to kill him, but honestly? That wouldn’t even make the top five worst things that happened to him tonight.
For a moment, he just stood there, eyes unfocused, replaying the whole scene in his head.
He let out a quiet breath and dragged a hand over his face before reaching into his pocket for another cigarette, then stopping halfway and clicking his tongue instead.
“You know what?” he muttered, “I need a drink after all.”
“Sure. We’ll get you a cab.”
They talked a bit more, still watching people jump into the pool. Daeyoung started complaining about work and kept going about his boss, which made him snort. After a moment, the younger leaned closer, voice dropping. “Don’t laugh, okay... but I think I have a crush.”
“On who?”
“...my boss.”
He turned his head slowly, giving him a look. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not!” Daeyoung groaned, covering his face for a second. “I know it’s stupid. But he’s nice to me. And like... kind of hot.”
The older rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sounds like a great idea. Date your boss. Nothing can go wrong.”
“Shut up,” Daeyoung muttered, nudging him lightly. “Does my hair at least look okay?”
“Why? Is he here tonight?” Riku glanced at the younger, then smirked. “You look fine.”
A small smile stayed on his face as they finally stood up to go back inside. As he walked down the stairs, he noticed the blond standing near the bathrooms, alone, scrolling on his phone.
When their eyes met, the younger quickly looked down.
Without a word, he walked past him.
“What’s up with that? Why is he alone?” Daeyoung asked. Riku had been wondering the same thing, but he was glad he was not the one to bring it up.
Sungchan shrugged while taking another shot. “Thought he was waiting for Sion, but Sion disappeared. And he doesn’t really talk to us.”
“Leave him alone, he’s just shy,” Anton said, reaching for the bottle and pouring a round of shots into small glasses, sliding one across the table. “You guys can be intimidating.”
“Whatever, I don’t care.” Riku grabbed a shot and drank it, making everyone cheer. “Let’s drink!”
Riku couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but his eyes kept drifting back to the blond standing alone, casually scrolling on his phone like he didn’t care about anyone around him.
Every time he caught himself doing that, he took another shot, trying to focus on his friends instead. They noticed too, he was sure, but no one brought the topic back.
Riku leaned back, forcing a laugh at the right moments, grabbing another glass and downing it before he could think. He tried not to look across the room, but his eyes kept slipping there anyway, catching a glimpse of light hair between people, then snapping away like it burned. He picked up another shot, then another, focusing on the sting, on the noise, on anything but that weird tight feeling in his chest. It almost worked. Almost. Until the pressure in his bladder cut through everything else.
He sighed.
Just fucking go. Don’t make it weird.
But when he stood up, he noticed the blond wasn’t alone anymore.
A big guy, built, easily as tall as Sungchan, had the younger cornered against the wall, one hand pressed next to his head. From the look on Yushi’s face, it was clear he wasn’t enjoying it.
As Riku got closer, he caught their voices.
“Come on, pretty one. Just one dance?”
“Thank you, I’m not interested.”
The guy suddenly punched the wall behind him, making both Riku and Yushi flinch.
“I said I want a fucking dance! Not a blowjob. Though...” he smirked, looking him up and down, “you look like you’d enjoy being put in your place. Playing hard to get, princess?”
“I...” the blond tried, but another hit against the wall made him shut his eyes.
Riku moved before he could even think.
“Are you fucking deaf or something? He said he’s not interested.”
He stepped right in front of him, placing himself between the blond and the stranger without thinking. Up close, he took the guy in quickly. Messy buzz cut, a faded tank top, something off in the way he carried himself. Definitely not someone from their usual crowd. So how the hell did he get in here?
“Who the fuck are you?” the man drawled, looking him up and down slowly, like he was sizing him up piece by piece. His gaze lingered a second too long on Riku’s face before dropping lower, the corner of his mouth curling into a lazy, ugly smirk. He shifted his stance, one shoulder rolling back, “Guess I wouldn’t mind a threesome-”
He didn’t get to finish.
The blond moved before Riku could react, slipping past his shoulder in one quick step. In just a second, he hit him with a clean kick right between the legs.
The guy dropped instantly, a choked curse ripping out of him as his knees hit the floor hard.
“Don’t touch him!” the younger snapped in Japanese, voice suddenly loud, sharp. “Fucking small dick imbecile.”
Riku blinked. Well. That was... unexpected?
“Ha. So you can talk in Japanese” he muttered, watching the guy curl on the floor before noticing him trying to get back up. “Oh shit-”
He grabbed the blond’s wrist and pulled him into the bathroom, locking the door just as the guy slammed into it. The door shook under heavy hits.
For a moment, neither of them said anything so Riku quickly pulled out his phone and texted Daeyoung. As he lowered it, he noticed the other still watching him, arms wrapped around himself and shoulders slightly tense.
The bathroom was simple. Clean white tiles, a toilet and a small sink. Of course Chenle’s place had extras like this, with a few bathrooms downstairs and more upstairs. The guy was ridiculously rich.
The party sounded softer here, but it didn’t disappear, the bass still hummed through the walls, mixing with the banging on the door.
“Ah...” Riku tried, but no words came out. Finally after a moment, he spoke again. “Where’s Sion hyung?”
No answer.
“You were alone for a while. He just left or-”
And then he heard it. A loud moan from the bathroom next door.
A voice he knew. Then another one. A woman.
Riku froze. His brain took a second to catch up.
He slowly turned his head toward the wall, then back to the blond, watching his ears turn bright red.
“Wait... Sion is...? With...? Wait, what?” He grabbed his head, fingers pushing into his hair. “And you’re okay with this?” Even as he spoke, it didn’t make sense in his head.
Now it was Yushi’s turn to look confused.
“With what?” he asked softly. Even with the banging on the door and the moans getting louder, Riku could hear him clearly.
“With him hooking up with someone else while you’re just standing there alone? What the fuck is he thinking?!”
“Ah... well.” Yushi shifted a little, leaning his back against the cold tiles. “They didn’t want to be interrupted, so I was just telling people to use this bathroom instead.”
“...Oh.”
Riku blinked.
Right. That made sense. Wait, what? No, it didn't! Oh, fuck, I gotta pee!
“Sorry...” Riku rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling stupid. “Do you mind if I... I really can’t hold it anymore...”
The blond blinked, like it took him a second to process, then nodded quickly and moved toward the door, turning his back to him.
Riku stepped past him and unzipped his pants, glancing for a second at his broad back. The other stood stiff, eyes fixed on the door, his ears somehow even redder now.
Why is he more embarrassed than me...?
“Fuck... this is probably the most awkward situation I’ve ever been in,” he muttered with a short laugh, trying to ease the tension. He lifted the toilet seat. “That’s one way to get closer, I guess.”
He got no response. Instead, the younger crouched down and covered his ears with both hands.
When he finished, he washed his hands quickly, the cold water grounding him a little. He dried them on a towel, then glanced up at the mirror and caught his own expression a bit flushed.
“Hey... I’m done,” he said, softer this time.
The blond didn’t react, so Riku stepped closer and lightly touched his shoulder, which made them both jump. The younger stood up too fast and suddenly they were inches apart.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” Riku said, lifting his hands a little. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just- I’m done.”
The other nodded quickly, but didn’t move right away.
For a second, neither of them spoke, and Riku noticed the way the blond’s eyes flicked down, quick and brief, then back up to his eyes.
Huh. He swallowed.
Then the other took a small step back, shoulders hitting the cold tiles again.
“This guy is persistent...” the younger muttered, glancing at the door as it rattled again.
“Yeah,” Riku exhaled. “I texted the guys to throw him out, but no one’s answering.”
“Thank you.”
“Hm?”
“For helping me.”
Riku let out a short laugh. “From what I saw, you handled it pretty well yourself.”
A small smile appeared on the other’s lips. It caught Riku off guard. Pretty.
They fell quiet again. Riku’s eyes lingered on the younger one. The way his fingers kept worrying the hem of his shirt, the faint flush still sitting on his ears, the way he wouldn’t quite meet his gaze.
Then another moan slipped through the wall.
Riku grimaced, dragging a hand over his face before looking back at him, still trying to process what he was hearing.
“So... you’re really okay with that?” he asked, voice a bit tighter than before.
“With what?”
“With Sion,” he said, flicking his eyes toward the wall, then back. “Doing... that.”
The blond blinked, like it took him a second to understand what he meant, then shifted his weight again.
“...Why wouldn’t I be?”
Riku frowned. “Aren’t you guys dating?”
The reaction was immediate. A loud, sharp laugh, completely out of place in the small bathroom.
Riku just stared at him, thrown off.
“I would rather die than date my cousin.”
“...What?”
“Cousin,” he repeated, a little slower this time, like he couldn’t believe he had to explain it. “Pretty distant, but still.”
Riku just kept staring, his mind going blank for a second.
“You’re- cousins?”
“Yes?”
“...What?”
He let out a short, confused breath, hand coming up to his hair again. Nothing made sense anymore. Everything he had assumed earlier just started to collapse.
“He never told me.”
“I asked him not to.”
Riku pressed his fingers to his temple, still looking at him like he was trying to piece something together. "Why?”
The blond dropped his gaze, shifting his weight slightly as the tip of his shoe traced a small line on the tile.
He didn’t answer right away. Just stood there, quiet, thinking.
Then, barely above a whisper-
“Maeda-san is really pretty.”
Riku blinked once, then twice. Oh. Oh. Oh...?
“I knew you were dating,” the younger added, voice still soft, eyes fixed on his shoes. “But I couldn’t help it.”
Something shifted between them, subtle but clear, and Riku felt it as he leaned his hip lightly against the sink, watching the other more openly now. The space between them didn’t feel as big anymore.
“I couldn’t get close,” the younger continued, voice low, fingers brushing nervously against his own wrist before dropping again.
“Why?” Riku repeated, tilting his head a little, eyes not leaving him.
The answer took a second. Yushi swallowed, then lifted his gaze for just a moment.
“Because if I did...” he hesitated, “...I would want to do something I shouldn’t.”
Eh? Wait a moment...
Riku pushed himself off the sink and stepped closer, slowly, one step and then another, until there was barely any space left between them. He could see everything now, the faint flush on the other’s cheeks, the way his lashes cast shadows on his skin, the tension in his jaw like he was holding himself back.
“Like what?” he asked, quieter now, his voice softer without meaning to be.
The younger’s eyes flicked to his lips again, lingering there this time before he answered.
“...Something bad.”
Their eyes met, and neither of them looked away. The air felt heavier, like the small bathroom had somehow shrunk even more, like even the noise outside couldn’t reach them properly anymore.
And suddenly that look from before on the sofa made sense. Not dislike. Not irritation. Something else entirely.
No way.
“Let me get this straight,” Riku said, lifting his hand and bracing it against the wall next to the other’s head, leaning in just slightly. “Sion hyung is your cousin, I guess he helped you get accustomed to Korea?”
A small nod, almost hesitant.
“You went to his practices, you spent some time with him after classes too.”
Another nod.
“But you never wanted to get close to me, his boyfriend at the time, only watched us together from afar.”
“Only you.”
“Hm?”
“I... only watched you. Only you.”
Riku let out a slow breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, a small grin forming as he kept looking at the younger.
Don't tell me...
“Do you have a crush on me, Yushi?”
The blond licked his lips at the sound of his first name.
“...Isn’t that obvious?”
They stayed like that for a moment, close enough to feel each other’s breathing. Riku could feel the warmth of it against his lips, uneven, a little shaky, and it made his own breath hitch without warning.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Riku asked, voice lower now, almost testing.
Yushi didn't answer right away. His lips parted slightly, chest rising a little faster, eyes still locked on Riku’s mouth.
“I...”
Riku watched him carefully, catching every small reaction.
“I’m not dating your cousin anymore,” he added, softer but more direct. “So what’s stopping-?”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Yushi's hands were on his chin, tilting his head. Then, the younger's lips were on his, hungry and impatient, as if he'd been waiting for this opportunity his whole life.
Riku groaned into the kiss, his hands immediately gripping Yushi's hips, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed flush against each other. He could feel the other's hands trembling as they slid around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark brown hair.
So needy.
The older let his head fall back as Yushi's fingers tightened in his hair, pulling just enough to make him gasp. His body was already responding, heat pooling low in his stomach as the blond pressed their hips together.
"Fuck..." Riku breathed against Yushi's mouth when they broke apart just long enough to draw air.
His hands slid to grip the other's waist, thumbs brushing against the warm skin where his shirt had ridden up. His lips parted without thinking, allowing Yushi to push his tongue inside.
The first swipe was hesitant, testing-like he was memorizing the shape of his mouth. Then deeper, hungrier, until Riku was the one groaning, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of Yushi's shirt as their bodies pressed tighter together.
A low, breathy moan slipped from Yushi’s lips, his fingers tightening in Riku’s hair before he suddenly pulled back just enough to gasp for air. His chest heaved, lips swollen and glistening, but before he could even think of speaking, Riku’s hand was on the back of his neck, yanking him forward again.
Their mouths crashed together, Riku swallowing the next moan that tried to escape, his tongue pushing past Yushi’s parted lips with a hunger that made the blond’s knees weak.
The bathroom door rattled violently again, the drunk idiot on the other side still pounding against it, but neither of them cared.
When they finally pulled apart, it felt like it had been hours. Riku leaned back slightly, breath uneven, lips still tingling. The other stayed close, chest rising and falling, eyes hazy but locked on him like he didn’t want to look anywhere else.
“And here I thought the nerdy kid following Sion around was trying to steal my boyfriend,” Riku said, a small smirk pulling at his lips, his voice still a little breathless. “Meanwhile he tried to seduce me instead.”
“N-no, I didn’t...” the blond stuttered, clearly struggling to catch his breath too. “I couldn’t...”
The older one tilted his head.
“Then what about now?” he asked, tone lighter but still teasing. “New outfit, new hairstyle... were you hoping for this to happen today?”
Riku watched the way the younger’s breath caught again, the way his grip tightened on the fabric between them like he needed something solid to hold onto.
“What if I didn’t come here tonight?” he continued, voice dropping just a little. “Would you let anyone else touch you?”
The reaction was instant.
“No!” His fingers curled into fists against Riku’s chest, nails biting through the thin fabric of his shirt. “Only Maeda-san...”
Riku huffed out a quiet laugh, something warmer this time, his hand coming up to tilt the other’s chin just enough to make Yushi look at him again.
“Just Riku is fine.”
Then he leaned in, lips brushing against the side of Yushi’s neck. Slow at first, before his tongue flicked out, tracing a wet path up to his ear. The blond’s entire body jerked, his back arching violently against the cold tiles as a broken sound escaped his throat.
“Ah-!” Yushi gasped, fingers clawing at Riku’s shoulders, his hips stuttering forward instinctively.
“When did it start?” The older asked into his ear, one hand sliding down from his hip to grip the front of his jeans, fingers pressing hard against the rapidly hardening bulge.
“W-what did...?” the younger stumbled over the words.
“Your crush on me.” Riku pressed his body harder against Yushi’s, pinning him against the cold tiles. His hand tightened around the younger’s cock through his jeans, feeling it twitch and grow under his touch. When no answer came, he added, “Come on, tell me.”
“It’s embarrassing...” the blond choked out.
Riku let out a quiet huff of a laugh, his fingers rubbed Yushi harder through the denim. “More embarrassing than this?”
The younger’s lips parted, a broken sound escaping as his hips stuttered forward, seeking more pressure. His free hand shot out, slapping against the tiled wall behind him for balance.
“I saw you... at campus, one time...” he started, voice uneven.
“Mhm...” Riku hummed, encouraging him, his gaze not leaving his face. He let his fingers brush against the zipper of the younger’s pants, testing the reaction.
“K-kissing...”
“Oh,” Riku said, a faint smirk pulling at his lips. “That’s how it was?”
“Ma-” he stopped himself, swallowing. “R-Riku looked so pretty.”
“I did?”
“Yeah...”
Riku watched him for a second, something amused flickering in his eyes.
“So you were spying on us?” He murmured, his fingers already working at the button of Yushi’s jeans, the metal clinking softly as he popped it open. “Pervert.”
“No!” the younger protested quickly, hitting the other's chest lightly. “I was just passing by...”
“Did you enjoy the show?” Riku asked, his middle finger hooking the waistband of Yushi’s briefs and tugging them down just enough to free the leaking cock already aching for air, already flushed a deep, needy red. “Watching your cousin kiss me?”
“Ah, I-” The younger tried to answer, but the skin contact sent a jolt through his body, his breath hitching violently as his hips jerked forward on their own. He pressed his forehead against Riku’s shoulder, “I hated it.”
“Oh, really? Why?”
Riku tightened his grip around the other’s cock, thumb pressing just under the head, feeling the way it pulsed in his hand.
The younger’s entire body tensed as Riku slowly stroked him, thumb swirling over the slick tip in slow, deliberate circles. “Hm, Yushi, why? Tell me.” he murmured, his lips brushing against Yushi’s ear as he spoke. “Was it bad? Did I do a bad job at kissing Hyung?”
“N-no!” The blond’s voice cracked as Riku’s thumb pressed harder. “It’s just... I was, ah, jealous...”
This kid is fucking cute, Riku thought, watching as the other’s lips trembled with each ragged breath.
His cock throbbed in Riku’s grip, already leaking precome onto his fingers. “Ah, jealous that your precious Hyung is kissing someone?” he asked, trying to get the reaction that he wanted.
“Ah, that’s... that’s not it, fuck...” Yushi cursed silently. He bit down on his lower lip, before continuing. “Riku looked so pretty... I, ah, I-I wanted to be the one... kissing Riku.”
“And how is the real thing?”
Yushi’s eyes snapped open, locking straight onto Riku’s dark gaze.
Not a second later his palm slid up Riku’s jaw before he surged up, sealing their mouths together again.
“Delicious,” he gasped between the kisses, the word muffled against Riku’s lips.
Ah, this kid...
The blond’s entire body shuddered as Riku’s fingers worked him in slow, torturous strokes that made his thighs tremble.
Riku smirked against his lips and then pulled slightly back, just enough to watch the way Yushi’s face twisted in pleasure.
His own length was twitching, but playing with this kid is so fun. He couldn’t remember the last time it felt so good.
Not since the breakup with Sion, anyway.
Endless string of faceless hookups, kisses that tasted like cheap whiskey, reluctant blowjobs that ended too soon, the hollow sound of skin slapping against skin in dimly lit bathrooms before he zipped up and walked away. He couldn’t even recall their names. Just bodies pressed against him, hands groping, mouths opening for him. And then nothing.
But this kid is something else.
"Hm, Yushi..." he started, feeling the way the blond's entire body shivered at the sound of his name, "you're pretty obsessed with me, aren't you?"
The other didn't respond with words. Instead, his teeth sank into Riku's lower lip, sucking it until Riku's mouth opened with a surprised gasp.
Then Yushi's tongue was back, pushing inside with a desperation. He tasted like mint and something faintly sweet, like a candy. But underneath was pure, raw want, and it made Riku's head spin.
Curious, he opened his eyes to see Yushi already looking at him, their mouths still connected.
Ah, this is so erotic... Fuck.
"Haa-" Yushi panted against Riku's mouth. The wet sounds of their breathing mixed with the obscene squelch of his cock sliding through Riku's tight fist.
“Wanna fuck me?” He watched Yushi’s eyes blow wide at the filthy question. “Think you can do it better than your Hyung?”
Riku’s fingers stilled around his cock, squeezing just enough to make the blond’s hips jerk forward, only to find no relief. A broken whine escaped Yushi’s lips, his body trembling as he tried to chase the friction that wasn’t coming.
“You want to?” The older continued, looking straight into the other’s eyes. “Wanna have me all to yourself?”
Riku couldn’t even control the words spilling from his own mouth. Was he really about to let this kid fuck him in Chenle’s bathroom?
The words hung in the air. Yushi’s chest heaved as his gaze locked onto Riku’s with a raw intensity that made the older’s stomach clench. Yushi’s lips parted, like a desperate sound was about to claw its way up his throat. But before he could let it out, Riku continued.
“Or do you want me to put it in instead?” His other hand reached back to grip Yushi’s ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh as he pulled them flush together. Yushi’s bare cock rubbed against his clothed one, leaving an ugly wet stain on his jeans. “It’s been some time, but I can-“
“No.” The other finally whispered back. “I want to... I want to put it. In Riku...” he spoke slowly, each word punctuated by a shuddering breath. Even his voice was thick with desperation and that made Riku’s cock swell even more in anticipation.
“Please...?”
Ah, and he even begs.
“How fucking cute,” Riku murmured, “Is that so?”
He licked his lips before pressing a kiss to the pale scar right in the middle of Yushi’s cheek. “What are we waiting for then?”