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Yushi is pliant underneath Sion’s soft hands that can never stay in one place, touching everywhere he can, hands sliding from Yushi's broad shoulders, to his pecks, down to his slender thighs, and finally kneading the soft flesh of his ass.
Sion stares in awe.
Yushi's body burns with anticipation.
It’s the first time they’re doing something like this; the lingering touches, stolen kisses when no one else is looking, the sloppy hand jobs in the company restroom, have all led to this very moment.
Sion cages Yushi in, propping his knees on either side of his body, one of his hands cups Yushi's face, the other settling on his stomach. Sion finally leans down, their noses brushing. Yushi closes his eyes, bracing himself for the familiar press of Sion’s pillowy lips on his.
Sion kisses Yushi's mouth, wanting and slow, warm tongue slipping inside of Yushi, tasting the milktea they shared earlier. Yushi makes a noise in the back of his throat— it threatens to escape— he loves kissing Sion like this, like they have all the time in the world. It's achingly sweet.
Sion continues to kiss Yushi— growing hungrier, more feverish. Yushi reciprocates, letting himself moan into Sion's mouth, snaking his hands to Sion's nape, pushing them closer together, until they're a mess of teeth clashing and pools of spit.
Sion pulls Yushi's bottom lip between his teeth before letting go. It all ends too soon for Yushi's liking.
He makes a noise of discontent.
Sion catches it, laughing fondly at a flushed and wanting Yushi beneath him.
"I'll make you feel good," Sion promises. He kisses the corner of Yushi's mouth, kisses each corner of his eyes, and kisses right below one of his ears.
Sion brings the sensitive lobe into his mouth and sucks lightly. Yushi moans, practically purring and vibrating with pleasure. Sion smirks against his skin.
Sion is always such a tease, always trying to work Yushi up, both in public and in private moments like these.
Yushi can't stand it sometimes, can't stand that he lets it happen, that he doesn't have the words to verbalize just how much he enjoys it.
The years between them have yet to soften the effect Sion has on him. Yushi almost wants to push Sion away. He doesn't.
Sion isn't done yet; he drags his warm mouth from Yushi's jaw, down his neck, only letting himself suck and bite into Yushi's pretty collarbones. Sion would like nothing more than to sink his teeth into Yushi's neck, to show everyone who he belogs to. That Yushi was Sion's first. That Yushi will always belong to Sion.
Yushi revels in the sensation of being marked, of being claimed by Sion.
Sion continues to move down Yushi's body, not leaving any part of Yushi untouched. Yushi likes watching Sion get to work. His work ethic and precision are admirable. Whether it’s performing, speaking up in meetings, pleasuring himself, or Yushi. He’s always so focused, always wants to be the best, always a perfectionist.
Sion likes feeling important; he likes making Yushi feel good most of all, teasing and pleasuring Yushi until he can't take it anymore.
Sion pulls one of Yushi’s nipples into his mouth, lapping his tongue around it, sucking the bud and pulling it taut between his teeth, and the other Sion flicks, rubbing circular motions until Yushi's flesh is covered in goose bumps.
Yushi mewls, the skin of his chest extra sensitive, something Sion knows far too well and uses to his advantage. Yushi twists and turns underneath Sion, heels digging into the mattress in both pain and pleasure. He can feel himself hardening more, his cock brushing against Sion's bare stomach.
"You're already so hard, and I've barely touched you," Sion teases, pulling back, hands traveling down his stomach, ghosting Yushi's navel, then his happy trail. Yushi almost has Sion right where he wants him.
"Stop teasing," Yushi pants, desperate, arching his back, angling himself just right, enough for the tip of his cock to brush against Sion's own hardening one.
"You're always so impatient." Sion hisses in response, glowering down at Yushi. Sion looks mildly annoyed at best, but Yushi knows him better than that, better than most people, better than anyone really. Yushi doesn't miss the look of unabashed want that crosses Sion's face. He can see Sion unraveling, the hunger in his eyes, how much he wants Yushi.
Yushi grows impatient and horny. He ignores Sion's reprimanding him, arching his back again, his cock brushing against Sion's, harder this time, the friction from Sion's tantalizing short shorts that leave nothing to the imagination certainly doesn't help. Yushi wishes Sion would strip naked already, wishes he could feel his cock rubbing against Sion's own. Yushi repeats the motions, rocking his hips into Sion, who lets him.
Yushi finds a steady rhythm, the friction burns, it feels good, unlike anything else he's ever experienced.
"Yushi," Sion pants. Yushi doesn't hear him as he continues to seek out his own release. His face twisted in pleasure, eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly agape as he makes noises Sion has never heard before.
Sion groans, not wanting to come in his pants like an inexperienced loser. Beads of sweat start collecting on Sion's forehead. He feels close. He knows Yushi is close. "Ushi-ah, stop. I don't want you to come like this."
Yushi stops in his wake, whining, missing the friction already. He was so close.
Sion catches his breath. "You really like this," He points out. It's another thing Sion does: pointing out the obvious. Always so perceptive. Of course, Yushi likes this. Yushi likes anything if it's with Sion. "Why haven't we done this before?" Sion huffs, impressed, catching his breath.
Yushi shrugs in response. There are so many reasons they haven't. No time. No privacy. Yushi not feeling ready yet, and Sion saying there's no rush, that he's not going anywhere. But he feels ready now, more than ever. The nature of their relationship has changed, and it's not something they can ever come back from (not that either of them would want to anyway).
The delay of Yushi's orgasm has rendered him non-verbal and slightly annoyed.
"I'll make you come, Ushi. Do you trust hyung?" Sion says sweetly, sensing the shift in Yushi's mood. He doesn't wait for Yushi's response as he kisses a line up Yushi's neck that glistens with sweat. Sion kisses it all away. It's oddly sweet and a little tart. Everything about Yushi is.
"You better," Yushi threatens half-heartedly, closing his eyes in bliss. He likes this so much. Sion's mouth feels good on him. Sion treats him so well. He never wants to leave the confines of Sion's room, wants them to stay together like this, for as long as time permits.
Sion's lips meet his once again, moving with ease, with want. Yushi smiles into the kiss, tasting something sweet on Sion's lips.
"I want to show you how good you can feel," Sion says, squeezing Yushi's hand, bringing it to his lips, and placing a kiss on his knuckles.
Yushi meets his gaze, and Sion looks down at him with big, loving, and horny eyes. Sion looks like he wants to devour Yushi in the best way possible.
"Then stop talking and show me," Yushi teases this time, grinning, all of his teeth on display.
Sion's soft laughter fills the room.
He scoots down Yushi's naked body until he's face-to-face with Yushi's cock. It's pink and slender like the rest of Yushi. The hair at the base is trimmed nicely. Sion has seen it before, of course, but it looks different under fluorescent company lights, with his hand wrapped around it tightly, jacking Yushi off before anyone notices they're gone.
It looks better under the mood lights in his own room, soft moonlight filtering through his curtains. Sion wants to memorize every vein, every ridge, wanting to taste every inch of Yushi's flesh.
Sion’s warm breath ghosts Yushi’s exposed cock, making him jump, beads of precum pooling on the sensitive tip. Sion places a soft kiss on Yushi's pink tip, lapping up the small amount of precum with his tongue, swirling around the slit with an expert tongue.
"Si— on—hyung—" The words die in Yushi's throat. Sion has barely started, and Yushi is already shaking. It's too much and not enough at the same time.
Yushi sees stars. Yushi thinks he can come right on the spot, wanting to spill inside of Sion's pretty mouth, wanting Sion to kiss him afterward, to get a taste of himself.
Sion continues, lips wrapping around Yushi's cock perfectly. It's like his mouth was molded just for Yushi. Sion takes Yushi all the way in, hitting the back of his throat, suppressing a gag, until Sion's nose pokes the base of Yushi's skin. Sion hums against him, and Yushi just about dies.
Sion pumps Yushi in and out of his mouth a few more times, hands wrapping around what he doesn't fit in his mouth. Yushi claws at Sion's back, anywhere he can reach, but it all ends too soon.
Before Yushi knows it, Sion is wrapping his lips tightly around the tip of Yushi's cock, letting go with a loud pop. A string of saliva still connects Sion to Yushi.
Yushi chokes on a sob, aching from how hard he is, aching from how wet Sion's mouth left him, aching from how much he wants to come already, aching from how much he wants Sion inside of him.
Yushi wonders how it would feel to finally have Sion that way, careful fingers entering him, stretching him open.
How Sion's cock would feel, the burn from the pull, Yushi stretching himself against Sion, his body molding perfectly against Sion's cock. Sion's warm cum spilling inside of him, Sion fucking the cum out of him, Yushi begging again for a taste.
Sion is the only one to have Yushi like this— laid bare— legs spread so far apart. Yushi should feel exposed, nervous even, but all he can feel is utterly relaxed, in a way he’s never been before. Being like this, for Sion, only for Sion, feels like second nature.
Sion is still buried between Yushi's legs. Yushi can feel the soft exhale from Sion's nose, tickling slightly.
“I didn’t know you had this,” Sion mutters, transfixed, rubbing Yushi's soft thighs.
It takes Yushi a moment to catch up with what Sion is saying, what Sion is referring to. There's a small and unsuspecting birthmark nestled between Yushi's legs. It sits on the left inner corner of his thigh, and it's mostly unforgettable; he almost forgot it was there until Sion brought it up.
Sion's hands stroke the soft patch of skin, spreading Yushi's legs further apart to get a better look. Sion has seen Yushi naked more times than he'd like to think about— but never like this, never with Sion buried in his thighs, mere inches away from his cock and fluttering hole. Yushi wonders again why it's taken them so long to do this.
“I want to taste you,” Sion says against Yushi's thigh, rubbing his cheek against it like a cat claiming its territory. "Is that okay?"
"Yes." Yushi nods, biting his lips. He wants nothing more than that.
Sion starts slow, placing a tentative kiss on the raised skin of Yushi's birthmark.
Yushi closes his eyes in delight. It feels nice, so nice, to share this part of himself with Sion, his most intimate form, open and exposed only for the boy he loves and cares for the most.
Sion peers up at Yushi, growing bolder, licking a stripe against the birthmark.
Yushi exhales, body loosening, reveling in the sensation as Sion continues to work his mouth on him.
The kisses start soft, almost feathery, then grow more heated. Sion uses his teeth to pull the strawberry mark between his teeth. He bites, licks, and kisses. Yushi loses track of how many times Sion repeats the motions, each time feeling better than the last.
“You taste so sweet— like candy— like a fucking strawberry.” Sion hums against him. Yushi giggles softly. Sion is cute like this.
Sion continues to mark the soft expanse of Yushi's skin; he bites and pulls Yushi's delicate skin between his teeth. Yushi stifles a moan— a cry— his entire body shuddering, entwining his hands in Sion's soft locks.
Yushi can feel his heart soar. He can feel his cock twitch. He wants Sion's mouth back on his cock, but this feels good too, and Sion is really enjoying himself.
Sion finishes, satiated, caressing the strawberry mark, wiping away the saliva with the pads of his fingers. He places a chaste kiss as he detaches himself from Yushi's thigh. Yushi whines— missing the contact already.
Sion sits on his knees for a moment, admiring a blissed-out Yushi beneath him. He's never had Yushi like this, so open and exposed. Sion has only caught glimpses of him like this before, and it's everything he's ever dreamed of. He wishes he could have Yushi like this all the time.
Yushi smiles slowly, biting his lip as he preens up at Sion, his cock twitches against his stomach, wanting and waiting to finally be touched properly.
Yushi admires Sion, his handsome face, sculpted body. He can see how hard Sion is, how wet he is, all from how Yushi feels, the noises he makes, and how he tastes.
Yushi wants to reach out and touch Sion, really touch him. Sion always insists that he take care of Yushi first. It's annoying, but it's just how Sion is, always putting everyone's needs before his own. His own pleasure an afterthought. Yushi wants to make Sion feel the same, to reciprocate the same intense feelings and pleasure. He's sure he'll get his turn tonight, but first, Sion has to make sure Yushi comes first.
Sion finally shimmies out of his shorts— he's not wearing anything underneath, which shouldn't shock Yushi, but he's still taken aback when Sion's cock springs free, without any restraints. It's wet, red, and hard.
Yushi licks his lips. He can feel himself drooling, wanting to take it all in. Sion looks bigger somehow. The fluorescent company lights don't do him any justice.
Sion smirks, knowing that Yushi is impressed, that Yushi wants him just as much as he does.
Sion sinks all the way, taking Yushi in his mouth once again.
When Yushi comes, it's with Sion's warm mouth wrapped around his cock, spilling down his throat, Sion's fingers teasing Yushi's entrance, the strawberry mark pulsating between them.
Yushi studies himself in the mirror. He’s changed but feels the same. The ghost of Sion’s mouth is still on his flesh. He wonders why Sion was so fixated on that particular spot— to Yushi, it’s always been another mark on his body, something he doesn’t think twice about, but for Sion, it’s a part of Yushi that’s only for him to know, for him to taste.
The strawberry peeks out under blooms of blue and purple. Yushi is bruised from Sion’s mouth— he aches from the traces of Sion still on him— from wanting Sion again.