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Nothing changes after the kiss, except the things that do. It's still Jaehee and Sion working together, singing and dancing their hearts out, still them standing at an awkward distance in group settings. They kept their old habits, as they were already used to being like this – simple friends, but not really.
This photoshoot is taking a while and they have been stealing glances at each other for the entire time, missing when one looks up. Sion knows that Daeyoung has been counting the hours for this to end, his body language doesn't lie. He works fast, changing from one pose to another while the rest of them watch him and cheer him on.
"Woah Jaehee!" Yushi exclaims excitedly. "So fast."
"Are you high on something?" Sakuya snickers, pointing at him.
Sion slaps the youngest's shoulder, reprimanding him, but his smile betrays him. Daeyoung does look funny, on top of other things. He has glitter in his hair, and on his eyelids, and the lights bounce off of it so beautifully. His skin today is dewy and soft, and his lips too – Sion blushes. He can't believe he has kissed those lips before. They're adorably thin, and always kind of in a pout except when he's smiling. He doesn't know much about make-up but this color of lip gloss seems perfect on him. He is so pretty.
Jaehee changes poses again, and in between them, he shoots Sion a wink. He can see him mouthing Hyung, you're staring . And Sion stills. This is still so new, this thing that they have. The rules of their relationship have yet to be established. Sion can't decide what's appropriate to do or say when Daeyoung is around. If he's too much or not enough. If the other members can tell that there's something between them. He feels guilty too, because Daeyoung took the reins before he even had the time to think about it, shooting him flirtatious smiles, taking his hands in his bigger ones. In Sion’s head, he should be doing those things first. He wonders if there's space for such competitiveness between them.
He's still staring when Jaehee is wrapping up, and decides to stop before someone else notices. He discreetly leaves the set and finds refuge in one empty dressing room. He is faced by his reflection in the mirror, the light bulbs highlighting him. So this is how he looks when he's infatuated with someone. The reflection is the same as usual, except the faint blush on his cheeks that never seem to leave. He has approximately five minutes to himself before the door opens and Daeyoung’s silhouette barges in – he knew he would come find him.
"Hi." He says, then bites his lip to stop himself from smiling too big. He sits on the opposite of Sion, on the only chair without clothes piled up, right on the edge.
"Hey." Sion responds, matching his shy smile. It's a calming silence, as they often seek when they want to be alone. The quiet buzz of the light bulbs, the chaotic chatter too far outside their bubble. Sion watches everywhere instead of Daeyoung, unexplainably embarrassed. Shoes are scattered messily on the floor, and there are so many sets of make-up products he can knock off behind him if he's not careful. He finds a round little sponge right next to his hand to fidget with.
"Were you hiding?" Daeyoung’s voice pierces through the silence.
"No, I was just..." Sion just shrugs, he has no excuses.
"I'm kidding, hyung. Why would you hide?... Unless, you wanted me to find you?"
Sion is in disbelief, he hasn't felt this way since high school. The flirting is terrible, almost cringe , but he doesn't even hate it. Daeyoung stands up and puts his hands on both sides of Sion on the dressing table, it's a little too low for him and he ends up nuzzling on Sion's chest. Sion finds him terribly cute like this. That's the thing with Daeyoung, he goes all in or not at all, Sion should have known. It's not surprising that he abandons the idea of just hugging, wraps his arms around his waist and leans his face into his leader's.
"You look so pretty today, hyung." He whispers.
Sion just responds by kissing him. Their lips slot against each other so easily because of the lip gloss they're wearing. It tastes weird, an artificial cherry flavour. Because it's the third time they've kissed – Sion counts, they take their time now. Unlike the first and second kiss, when it was still new and they wanted to take as much as the other as they could, it's slow and nice, and dizzying. Sion grew to love the sounds they make when they kiss. Daeyoung gasps in between them, like he can't believe it's real. Sion finds himself smiling at it, tilting his head to kiss the younger better. His arms wrap around his neck instinctively. He belongs in Daeyoung’s arms like this, he thinks to himself, and the realization doesn't feel as humiliating as he thought it would.
It yields a moan from Daeyoung’s throat when he bites down on his lip.
"We should lock the door." Sion exhales in the short moment they're lips are separated. Daeyoung's eyes turn into little crescents as he laughs.
"What are you planning to do to me?" He asks, and Sion tenses for a moment, thinking of the possibilities. He shakes those away.
"You're so annoying."
Daeyoung just nods and pushes his lips against Sion’s to shut him up definitively. They do lock the door, in a way, because Daeyoung yanks him off the table and makes him walk backwards until his back hits a hard surface. Sion notices the way he has to look upward to be able to reach the younger’s lips, and the way he's trapped against the door like this. He feels so small but why does he like it? He likes it enough to try and deepen the kiss, sucking on Daeyoung’s tongue, earning more muffled moans from him, loving it. There's a small bit of guilt inside him, a voice telling him that they should not be doing this. He, in particular, should not be doing this with one of his members, as a mature responsible leader. All the consequences he has not yet found the time to properly list, in the back of his head. But Daeyoung thinks he's pretty and he's kissing him so nice, and that outweighs everything else.
They go at it for a while, who knows how long, stealing each other's breaths and warmth. Sion is pressed harder against the door, and his hands shuffle through the younger's hair spray-covered locks. It's sticky and gross on his fingers but it doesn't matter. Sion is so lost in this, even if he tries not to be.
He tries not to cross a line, tries to be careful with him, but he can only ignore so much the shift in the way they kiss. The heaviness of their breaths, the way Daeyoung’s hands wander off to places on Sion’s body he's never touched before. He feels wanted, desired, owned .
"Daeng-ie..." He slurs, and it surprises him how wanton his voice sounds. "We have to go soon."
Daeyoung acts like he doesn't hear him and continues to steal tiny other kisses from his swollen lips. It's so cute how he does it.
"Don't wanna." He says, then presses his lips against Sion’s neck instead. Oh , this is new. He's like tasting him, laves his skin with the tip of his tongue, then kisses in short pecks. It takes Sion everything not to whimper out loud.
"Th-they're gonna start looking for us." He exhales, holding tight onto Daeyoung’s shoulders, making his knuckles white.
"Don't care." Daeyoung whispers against his skin, it sprouts goosebumps where his breath hits. Sion has enough self-control to stop him before he can't anymore. He holds his face in his hands, and places a final kiss on his pouty lips.
"We can kiss more when we get home." He promises and he can see Daeyoung’s eyes light up in hope. Sion wants to bite him.
The way out is embarrassing.
They decide to leave the room out separately to avoid suspicions and thank God Sion's pants are big enough to cover his hard-on. Daeyoung is killing him, or he will kill Daeyoung, both the two options seem reasonable right now. Sion wants to bury himself alive from the moment he leaves the dressing room, to the car ride home.
"Your lips got stung by a bee or what?" Ryo chuckles, as he sits next to him in the car. He tries to touch Sion's lips, comically, with his pointer finger like he's a cartoon character, and Sion swats his hand right away.
"It's umh... noona's new lipstick that makes your lips bigger. She wanted to test it on me first." He lies shamelessly. Hopefully these words never reach their make-up noona or it would get really weird.
"Oooh, didn't know that existed. If Saku wore it, it would be hilarious!" Ryo buys it, and goes to make fun of Sakuya next. Sion then meets Riku's knowing gaze, from the seat in front of his. His eyes say something along the lines of be careful . Sion nods in response.
They have dinner together, and it's so good – Riku ordered sushi from that one place they all really like, but it's the longest dinner he's ever had in his entire existence. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, dumb in his tight underwear. He watches Daeyoung across from him devour a tuna roll like nothing. It's torture to watch him wrap his lips around his chopsticks, looking so inviting. Either he's doing it on purpose, or Sion is too horny to think straight. He seriously wonders how Daeyoung can act like this so nonchalantly.
"Hyung, do you want a bite?" He offers, holding out a piece of sushi in front of him. How can he ever say no?
They do this bizarre thing where Daeyoung feeds him and Sion is looking directly into his eyes – full of mischief. It takes a bit too long, because the rest of the world seems to pause for the meantime. His only focus is on Daeyoung, and the way he wants some reaction from him when he wraps his lips around the piece of food, mimicking the younger's earlier moves. Sion slaps himself mentally out of it.
"Y'all are so fucking weird." Sakuya punctuates.
"No you're weird." Sion counters, chewing, and trying to swallow. His throat is so dry. He can see Daeyoung holding his laughter in the corner of his eyes.
"Picking on the maknae when you're the leader is crazy, by the way." The youngest rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed. "Gimme a maki."
Dinner finally ends without anyone mentioning that incident again and Sion can finally breathe. While he excuses himself to the bathroom to brush his teeth, he can hear Daeyoung calling out for Riku. He hears them behind the wall.
"Riku hyung, I'm stealing your roommate again for the night. Can I?"
"Huh?"
"Sion hyung said he has something to discuss with me so we're having a sleepover in his room. Well, your room."
Kim Daeyoung, such a menace.
"Well, I mean, sure. I don't mind." Riku says, at last.
It's a little silly to plan a make out session, but it's all they can do for now. Maybe one day, when they're not living in this dorm, all six of them. Sion smiles at the possibility of a future with Daeyoung, more carefree, where they would do whatever they want to.
Right now, all he wants is to kiss him stupid until their lips fall off.
They find themselves in the same position as in the dressing room but this time, Sion backs himself against the door. He preens, looking up at Daeyoung. It's embarrassing that he wants to seduce the younger, even if he knows he's already wrapped around his finger, but he can't help it. He wants to be wanted by Daeyoung, so bad. He bats his eyelashes, balances himself on his two feet in timid rocks.
"We're not gonna shower?" Daeyoung asks, as he holds his waist. He seems to love doing that.
"Later." Sion answers simply. "Now, kiss me."
"Nasty."
Daeyoung’s fanning breath on his lips makes the hair on his arms rise. He's not one to beg, but when the younger finally complies, he's finally appeased. It's like the entire evening's discomfort led up to this moment, he earned this. There's familiarity between their lips, as if they finally find their places, slotting against one another, still gently enough. They kiss like they've done this forever, and they both know they want more.
Daeyoung’s cold hands meet the feverish skin underneath Sion's shirt. The latter tenses, involuntarily flexing the muscles on his abdomen and Daeyoung can't help but to touch, grazing his fingers over the bump, bump, bump of his abs. They separate for a second where Daeyoung looks down at him, gasping at the sight of his ridden up shirt, revealing his toned stomach.
"You've seen me shirtless before." He chuckles, and puts his hand on top of the younger’s guiding him on his body. Daeyoung leans in again and licks his lips, in small, kittenish strokes of tongue. Sion is going crazy.
"You're so hot , hyung." He says like he's possessed, his voice reduced to a deep groan, and it does spread heat across Sion's body. His blood runs a lap and makes him dizzy. It's not what Daeyoung means, but he's hot all over and Daeyoung is too.
Sion kisses him hard, all tongue and teeth, and the younger gets the hint too. He presses himself and Sion so hard into the door, a leg between his thigh, and they gasp sweetly against each other, in dire need of air. That's it, there's no turning back now.
"Bed." Sion proposes and Daeyoung just nods, not wanting to let go of his lips. He whispers something like Yes and Please in between kisses. Sion has never heard him sound like this.
They stumble their way on to the bed, until the back of Daeyoung’s legs hit its side. Sion doesn't have to push him so that he sits down on the edge. In fact, he doesn't have to do anything, Daeyoung takes control like he knows what to do – Sion knows he doesn't really. It's Daeyoung who pulls him onto his lap, who traces the shape of his thighs, and his hips, up to his torso and face. It's Daeyoung who grabs his chin to make their eyes meet, then pulls his mouth open. Sion follows his wordless instructions and takes his thumb full into his mouth. They're both surprised by how their bodies communicate without saying anything.
Sion sucks on Daeyoung’s finger like a hungry man, making his tongue swirl around it in rhythm, along with his hips. Daeyoung’s glassy eyes never leave him, going from his mouth to his eyes, intrigued, awfully turned on.
"So good, hyungie, you're- so good ." He mumbles, pressing his thumb onto Sion’s tongue, making him moan like a girl, unclassy. Fuck .
It's a good thing that they don't have to worry about making noises, because every room in their dorm has been soundproofed – thanks to Riku's complaint about Sakuya and Yushi being too loud when they play video games at night. Now everyone must be in their rooms, maybe sleeping soundly, not a care in the world about what's happening in Sion’s room. He doesn't have to worry as he mewls desperately, Daeyoung looking at him like he's memorizing each one of his sounds. His hips stutter as he grinds messily on Daeyoung’s lap. And oh, he's so, so hard against him already, and Sion is too and the friction is not nearly enough. It's better than nothing. Sion shifts onward, leaving no space between them, leaving them suffocating in each other. They kiss again and it's not really a kiss, just tongues curling around another, for the sole purpose on turning each other on. Daeyoung’s hips jerk forward involuntarily and meets the curve of his ass, and his hands, slowly creeping down the waistband of his pants.
It's actually ridiculous how Sion realizes how bad he wants it. Whatever it is, he wants Daeyoung, inside him, on him, around him. Whatever. So much for trying to play responsible leaders. So much for telling Daeyoung to stop kissing him in the dressing room. So much for pretending not to want him since their first kiss, even before that. But he's never felt this way before, for anyone. Every fiber of his body yearns for Daeyoung.
It only comes out as a weak plea. "Ah." He moans. "I want you so fucking bad, Daeng-ie."
It hits him as much as it does Daeyoung, who is gasping, reaching for air. There he is again, his pretty and sweet Daeyoung, who, despite being all tall and big, doesn't know what to do with him, especially now. Sion can feel the desire seeping through the younger, not knowing how to express it. He fiddles nervously on Sion's waistband.
"Lemme suck you off." Sion offers.
"Yeah-" Daeyoung mumbles, punch-drunk. "Okay."
Sion drops to the floor, ungracefully. There's a dull moment where he just takes in the view, of Daeyoung looking down on him, hungry and impatient, of Daeyoung’s cock straining his jeans, wanting to be set free. He nuzzles at it, pressing kisses on the hard fabric, wetting that spot. He loves it, the younger shudders under his mouth, and he hasn't even done anything, he's obsessed with it.
" Hyunggg ... Stop teasing."
Sion chuckles, then finally unzips his pants, frees Daeyoung’s dick out of his underwear. He is big, and oozes precum. Sion is high off desire and doesn't really have it in him anymore to keep toying with the younger. So he does it, licks through the length of it then takes it into his mouth. Daeyoung twitches, and moans, and twitches and moans, as Sion sucks him off, drinking him in. One of his hands wraps around the length he can't fit and the other one caresses Daeyoung’s inner thigh, as if to say You're doing good and I love it. And it's true, he loves the heaviness on his tongue, and having Daeyoung’s taste in his mouth.
"Hyung, hyung- hnnggg ..." He purrs. "'m not gonna last long."
"It's okay, baby." Sion reassures, voice strained and breathy. The nickname slipping out of his mouth like it's nothing, like it doesn't make Daeyoung insane. His lips are glossy and so swollen, and they kiss the tip of Daeyoung’s cock once, just because. "Fuck my mouth?"
"Hyung-"
"Please. I want it."
And Daeyoung surrenders. He carefully places his hand behind his hyung's head, then guides his cock in his mouth again. His hips rolls softly once, twice then full on fucks into it in tight thrusts. Sion's eyes never leave him, as he seems like can't decide between looking down or throwing his head back in pleasure. He sees the younger grip on the bedsheets so hard they could rip, and feels the tug on his hair get stronger – he chokes, once, but they keep going. Daeyoung was right, he's not lasting long. It's probably his first time too, Sion remembers, having taken his first kiss just a few weeks ago, right in this room, in this same bed. The elder's chest inflates in pride, determined to make this the best sex Daeyoung will ever have, making him never want anyone else but him.
The younger's thigh vibrates under his hand, his orgasm building up. Sion ignores the call of his own desires and focuses on making this good, so good, fuck - for the boy under him. He bobs his head along the rhythm of Daeyoung’s thrusts. Rhythm is a big word for what's happening right now, just those sloppy stirs. And it's okay when Sion chokes, it's more than okay when Daeyoung cums full in his mouth without warning, forcing him to swallow. Sion works him through it with a few tugs, his head resting on Daeyoung’s strong thighs, shuddering under him. He never wants to leave.
He hears Daeyoung sniffling, and it's when he looks up that he sees the tears streaming down the younger's face. His heart does this thing whenever he sees Daeyoung, beating so hard like it's going to fly off his chest. His body warms up out of love – yes, love. He coos out loud.
"Daeyoungie. You're crying." He can't stop smiling as he stands up and cups the younger's tearful face in his hands.
"Sorry. Just- too much." Daeyoung stares up at him with sparkly eyes. He's breathtaking. His lips call for a kiss and Sion just gives in, kissing him once, twice, chaste and loving.
"It's okay, it's always okay..." He murmurs, cradling his face, wiping his tears that won't stop flowing. "Let's lay down, hm?"
Sion is met with a kiss as soon as his back hits the mattress. It's different this time, slow and filled with meaning. There's no hurry, it has passed earlier. They're not done yet, but they're getting sleepy, and it's warm between them. Daeyoung peels Sions shirt off carefully, then he wriggles out of his pants. Sion undresses him too, it takes an embarrassing while before they're both in their underwear, panting softly. The thing – feeling, relationship, whatever you call it – between them is always reciprocal, Sion wants it as much as Daeyoung does. Sion admires Daeyoung’s body as much as Daeyoung does to his. His soft stomach, big arms, Sion runs his hands through them.
So this is how it's like, when it's Daeyoung. He's so sweet and soft, pressing their bodies close as if he's trying to merge them. He presses a thigh on Sion's crotch, earning a deep guttural moan. He forgot how horny he still is, lost in Daeyoung’s sweetness. He touches everywhere, his nipples, his abs, his ass, the back of his thigh, except where it aches. Sion whimpers at the lack of it and Daeyoung laughs – it's velvety, honey-like.
"Hyung." He calls. "I like you so much." He confesses, hand prying inside Sion's underwear, just touching him there. Sion is too gone to reply, so he just nods and presses his lips to the younger's. But he misses and kisses the corner of his lips instead. Daeyoung chuckles, this moment is unexplainably cute. He pops Sion off his boxers and jerks him off in long, slow strokes.
"Daeng-ie.... baby." He just moans, laying there, taking everything Daeyoung gives in.
"Hm?" The younger kisses his neck like he did in the dressing room, it might be Sion's favorite thing. His mind wanders off to where this all started.
" Love you ." Sion murmurs, searching for the younger's eyes, turning his head towards him. He needs Daeyoung to understand that he is serious, that this – all of this, is real, even if he's not in any state to be taken seriously now. "Hyung loves you, Daeng-ie." He exhales, thrusting in Daeyoung’s fist.
They're not kissing, but it feels more intimate than that, lips just brushing against each other's while Sion moans quietly in cute soft ah, ah, ah noises, barely there, only for Daeyoung to hear. His hand rests in the younger's hair, tugging but not really.
"I'm so close." He warns, eyes shut closed. It wouldn't have taken much for him to cum, he realizes. He's already so drunk on Daeyoung, feeling his bare skin against his, thinking about how his sheets are going to smell like him. That makes him crazy. Daeyoung works him faster, steadily.
"Hyung, I wanna ask you something."
"Now-? Ah... Daeyoung-ah ." It's too sudden, and catches him off guard. There's no way his brain can form any coherent thoughts right now, he can only think about how good Daeyoung’s thick fingers feel around his aching cock, and that's it. His hips shake.
"Sion hyung." Daeyoung insists.
"What?" He snaps, impatient and panting.
"Be mine, please?"
That does it . Sion cries on Daeyoung’s shoulder, as he cums in short spurts. It's the words, his voice saying it, the mutual yearning they can finally admit. It's Daeyoung’s scent, woody and leathery and just him , Daeyoung’s hands, so warm, Daeyoung’s voice, so sweet in his ears. Sion loves it all. He loves Daeyoung, he's so sure of it. He catches his breath, barely, laying on his back and waits to come down from his orgasm to turn back to the younger again. Daeyoung is watching him with smiley eyes, happiness oozing from him. He wipes his cum-covered hand on the sheets before taking Sion's, intertwining their fingers. This is gross, a bit, but oddly beautiful. Daeyoung is beautiful.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Sion says instead, but preens at him, and kisses the back of his hand.
"... So? What do you say?"
"Yes, I'll be yours, Daeyoung-ah. I'm already yours.”