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Sion doesn't really know what triggers this–his fixation, obsession with Daeyoung's scent.
Everything in their lives is blurry lately, days melting together as they go to practice and they travel between countries and Sion doesn't even know what normal sleep is anymore, so maybe the answer to all this is that he's going insane.
He only becomes aware of it one week after his last rut, because he didn't even remember about it until Yushi pointed it out teasingly. I never thought I would see you beg for anything, he said with a smirk on his lips, and Sion had no idea what he was talking about, was too afraid to ask, so the memories only start coming back to him hours later when Daeyoung's thick bergamot scent hits him in the middle of practice, like a punch to the guts, knocking the air out of him.
He remembers the feeling first. The hunger and the desperation, making saliva pool inside his mouth. His skin feels hot and tingly even now, even after his rut, and the only thing on his mind is a conjured image of him pressing his nose directly on Daeyoung's gland–something he's never done before; but it haunts him, it calls for him like it's the only thing that can satiate him.
Then, of course, he remembers the embarrassing part. After trusting so many of his ruts into his friends' capable hands (and mouths, and well, everything else) he shouldn't feel embarrassment anymore, but this–this is new. He's never asked for something else apart from them, for someone else, especially if they can't give it to him.
The image of Riku and Yushi sharing a concerned look as Sion cried for Daeyoung's presence is now vivid behind his eyelids. They dealt with it the best they could, trying to distract him and not engage with his requests at all even if he whined, sobbed and pleaded.
Sion's ruts are unpredictable and this one made him lose his head almost entirely, turning him into an incoherent mess, which doesn't usually happen at all. It's actually been years since his rut made him forget things, like he got blackout drunk for an entire weekend and the hangover is only now subduing, flashbacks slowly appearing like fragmented images.
“Riku,” he says quietly. They're sitting on the practice room couch and Riku is dozing off on his shoulder, but he hums, “Did I do anything… weird on my rut?”
“You remembered,” he sits up and smirks at him. Almost like Yushi a few hours ago, but also shy. “Didn’t you?”
“It feels like a dream, so I'm not really sure–”
“I never thought I’d see you beg for his knot.”
Sion pales at Riku's words, because what the actual fuck. He doesn’t remember that for sure.
Riku stares at him, eyes wide. The shock must be obvious on Sion's face. “Oh… so you didn't remember.”
“I mean, I remember asking for Daeyoung but not much else,” he says, staring back at Riku, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to make sense of this new information. His knot? His knot??
“Oh Hyung,” Riku fully faces him, taking Sion's hands in his. “Yushi had to finger you because you wouldn't pop a knot.”
Sion wants to dig a hole and stick his head inside forever. Like actually. Maybe he should consider moving away and starting a new life after this. This is probably the first time he breaks eye contact with Riku because he's embarrassed.
Riku's words trigger the memories to appear: Sion fully on top of him, moaning against his neck as he thrusts inside and pushes back against Yushi's fingers that are coated in his slick (or maybe Riku's?) pumping in and out of Sion's ass. Daeyoung's name spilling out of his lips like a mantra. Fuuuck.
“I need to die.” he mutters, curling up and facing away from Riku.
“Hyuuuuung, it's really okay,” he pats his back and laughs softly. “You know we would never judge you.”
Of course they wouldn't. They're two omegas in a relationship, traditional dynamics are meaningless to both of them. They don't even spend their heats with neither Sion nor Daeyoung, they only help both of them out with their ruts and fuck casually with Sion outside of that too. So maybe this situation isn’t as scandalous to them as it is to him.
But Yushi will most definitely laugh in his face and bring it up to torment him. He's sure of it.
“Do you think it's normal?” he asks after a few minutes of silence, Riku’s palm still caressing his back soothingly. He’s releasing soothing pheromones to calm him down, his jasmine scent making him stop tensing up, melting against the couch. He hates how he’s a little mad that he can’t smell Daeyoung anymore.
“Does it matter?” Riku says as he gets closer, placing his chin on Sion’s shoulder and sneaking an arm around his waist. Sion smiles.
“I guess not,” he replies, because it’s true, but it still tastes like a lie. He feels like a freak, a little broken. He’s never felt like a “normal” alpha, to the point that he once talked to a company doctor about it, and the man prescribed him anti-anxiety medication. You don’t really like being an alpha, do you? the man in the white coat stated, because it didn’t sound like a question, and Sion definitely didn’t want to think of an answer to give him.
He didn’t know whether to feel offended or not, because it was impossible for an alpha not to want to be one, right? but that was Sion’s big secret. The words he had never been able to express outside the safety of his own mind, and the reason he had actually felt relief at the doctor’s statement.
From the very first second, Sion had hated presenting as an alpha; and it was a constant fight between his conscious mind, his desires, and what his inner-alpha dictated him to do. It created chaos inside his mind and body, under his skin, like something was always wrong.
But, for some reason, Daeyoung created a variable. His inner-alpha was quiet and sated when he was near him, and it wasn’t always like this, when did it change? What happened? Sion felt dizzy. A few months ago he was growling at Daeyoung when his rut approached and now… now he needed him close. Closer. Pressed up against him, inside him.
“I feel insane,” he voices out, mostly to break his train of thought. He really doesn’t feel like popping a boner in the practice room.
“Maybe you should ask him to help next time,” Riku offers and all his efforts of wiping the images of Daeyoung on top of him with his dick deep inside come back full speed. Noooooo. Sion needs to stop thinking about this right now because he’s two seconds away from drooling. Of course Riku notices his arousal and he laughs loudly in his ear, making him flinch, “Shit, sorry. Shouldn’t have said that.”
“Riku, I feel insane. Please shut the fuck up.”
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It gets worse fast.
He’s not proud of it, but he starts avoiding Daeyoung, to a point everyone notices. Ryo throws him a nasty look the third time he asks to change seats in the van so he doesn’t have to sit next to him.
Daeyoung has always been a bit oblivious and slow, but after two weeks he’s pouting and lowering his head every time Sion does something stupid to avoid or ignore him. He even starts wearing scent patches all the time, like he’s trying not to take space, to exist in a way that doesn’t bother Sion.
Of course he feels miserable. He even hides in his room when they’re free and everyone is getting worried but he brushes every single concern off with a tense smile.
“You’re being an ass,” Yushi tells him in the company bathroom, arms crossed and a frown on his face. He followed him here, because there’s cameras everywhere they go and Yushi hates starting shit where staff can see.
Sion sighs. He can’t deny it, and Yushi knows him too well not to be honest with him.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he says, resting his forehead in the mirror, face and hands damp with cold water. It’s the fifth time he comes here today because he needs the uncomfortable wetness on his skin to come back to himself.
“Well, fix it,” Yushi tells him, impatient, “His rut is coming up, he’s extra sensitive.”
Sion closes his eyes and clenches his fingers in the border of the sink.
“I will, sorry, I’ll stop–”
“I hate how much it bothers you,” Yushi starts. And of course he had more to say. “Hasn’t my relationship with Riku taught you anything?”
“This isn’t about you guys,” Sion faces him, trying not to snap at him because it would be unfair, “It’s literally just about me being stupid.”
“Then stop being stupid,” he gets closer and runs his fingers through Sion’s wet hair. Yushi’s so weird, he hates the feeling of wetness against his skin, but if it’s Sion–
“Do you love me even when I am?” he asks, just because it’s what pops up in his mind. He’s a simple man after all.
Yushi scoffs and rolls his eyes, but he smirks while he walks away. Sion takes that as a yes.
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He does a bit more than fixing it, maybe.
When they got home that day, Sion felt wrong when he opened the door to his dorm and he felt wrong when he took a step back and stared at Daeyoung entering the other one but did nothing to stop him. Because the distance between them suddenly stopped being safe for him, becoming uncomfortable and unbearable and heavy on his stomach.
Insomnia had been eating him away these past few weeks and it got even worse at that moment. He’d stared at the ceiling wide awake with anxiety bubbling inside his chest, a million thoughts filling his mind. Why didn’t he follow Daeyoung? Why was he a coward? He told Yushi he would fix it and he’d gone to bed and there was no way he was getting any sleep with these suffocating questions consuming him.
He needed to fix it, minutes or maybe even hours passed and his mind was chanting Yushi’s words. Fix it, fix it, fix it. His feet touched the cold floor and led him outside, he felt like he may have floated to the other dorm, half awake or dazed, like Yushi’s voice in his mind was hypnotizing him.
He entered the code to the other dorm and the beeping made him flinch, too loud for what he thought it may already have been three am. He didn’t want to check.
Daeyoung was a heavy sleeper, and Sion thought it was going to be awkward trying to wake him up, so it was really out of character to see him jump immediately after Sion stepped one foot inside.
“Hyung, what–”
“Sorry, I just–”
Sion pressed his lips together and Daeyoung turned the lamp on, a soft glow of warm light filling the room. He looked like he'd been sleeping, but the skin around his eyes was red. Maybe insomnia too, or he was crying. Sion hated both options.
He hadn't planned on what to say at all. Daeyoung stared at him, waiting for him to speak, but Sion was busy inhaling the bergamot deeply because he'd been micro-dosing on the scent for so long he felt like he deserved a treat. He got closer, sitting on the foot of the bed, unsure of what to do. His mind was definitely not cooperating.
“Hyung,” Daeyoung started, “Did I do something wrong?”
Not: Is anything wrong. He immediately put the blame on himself, which made Sion even more frustrated. Daeyoung was insecure and he knew that, he always tried to mold himself in ways that made everyone else happy and his entire self worth depended on how useful he was for those around him.
If he was causing Sion distress, he'd put the blame on himself even if he didn't actually do anything wrong.
“No, not at all,” he said as he debated on how much to tell him. He realized then he wasn't ready to share the whole truth. So he settled on being vague. “I came to apologize.”
Daeyoung cocked his head, his puppy-like nature evident.
“I’ve been distant and mean to you. I know it's not a valid excuse but I've been too stressed out lately, and well,” he paused to inhale. Daeyoung's scent was making him dizzy, “I always snap at you the most and I wanted to avoid that.”
It wasn't the truth at all, but it was enough.
“I understand, hyung,” Daeyoung stared at his own lap, looking sad. “I wish I was more useful when you're feeling like that, instead of being a burden.”
His heart broke a little, and he also struggled a lot to stay coherent at that point. Probably because of the lack of sleep, or Daeyoung's scent being so strong and heavy here it filled him inside entirely. Maybe both.
“Maybe you could help,” he started, his brain gone at this point, driven by instinct, “If you let me sleep with you tonight. It might help me relax.”
Daeyoung blushed hard, his eyes snapping up, like he was waiting for Sion to tell him it was a joke, or a lie. But it wasn't, and Sion's gaze was serious and determined.
It's how he finds himself in this situation, he assumes. Daeyoung is actively scenting him because between getting under the blankets and into his arms he asked to be scented. Sion thinks he's possessed, it would explain how his mouth is moving way faster than his brain.
Maybe it really was a bad idea. Daeyoung had been using the scent patches all day for weeks and being here now feels like he's overindulging. He doesn't know if it's dangerous but it feels like it is, as he feels Daeyoung drag his lips and cheek against the side of his neck and nearly blacks out. Biting his lip does little to stifle his moan.
“Let's sleep,” he pleads. It's easy to tell that Daeyoung is aroused as well, his pheromones making it obvious and his eagerness showing in every single movement. He has to grab him by the hair which is worse because Daeyoung whines and Sion wants to shut him up with a kiss. Or maybe make him whine a lot more.
He doesn't. He makes him turn around, facing the wall, as Sion presses his entire upper body along his back and his nose directly on his nape. He folds his legs so there's enough space between their lower halves, his half hard dick not getting anywhere near Daeyoung's ass, because he'll fully lose his shit if that happens.
Daeyoung's breathing fast, but Sion is inhaling and exhaling deep and slow. Maybe he feels Sion's chest expanding with every breath he takes, and it makes sense to follow the same pattern. Inhale, hold, exhale. It takes only a few seconds for them to synchronize their breaths, and Sion falls asleep with his lungs full of bergamot.
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“Hyung?” he hears distantly, like he’s underwater and someone is calling from the surface.
“Hey, Daeyoungie, let me check on hyung,” the voice speaks again, and Daeyoung whines right on his ear and hugs him tight. Sion can’t even open his eyes, every part of his body too heavy to move, even his eyelids. “Guys, come on.”
Sion tries, really tries to wake up properly. He blinks slowly and everything’s blurry, he can make out Riku’s silhouette hovering on top of them but the fog doesn’t dissipate.
Riku leaves for a few seconds, or minutes. Sion dozes off again, feeling so warm and right in Daeyoung’s arms.
He feels a cold hand on his forehead and fingers trying to pry his eyes open. Daeyoung’s scent is overpowering, but he can faintly feel Yushi in the room now too. He tries blinking again, and it’s less foggy, but every inhale makes him melt and want to fall back asleep.
“They’re burning up,” Yushi says above him, touching Daeyoung’s face now. Sion growls, which makes Yushi retreat his hand fast. “Riku, do you think it’s the rut?”
“No, they’re scent drunk.” whatever that means, Sion thinks.
“Are you sure? Daeyoung was in pre-rut already.”
“We can't know for sure, scent drunkenness can cause fevers,” Riku explains, running a hand through Sion’s damp hair. It’s Daeyoung who growls this time. “Oh my god, these two. We need to separate them.”
Turns out separating two strong alphas who aren’t very coherent isn’t the easiest task in the world. Daeyoung’s like a leech and every time they pry his arms off Sion’s body he grabs him again harder. Sion likes that a lot–it makes him smile, even. Yushi flicks him in the forehead for that.
Ryo and Sakuya appear some time after. Sion can finally see clearly, but everything feels like a hazy dream. Everyone chatters around them as they come up with a plan and Sion faces Daeyoung, who’s staring directly at him, his mouth slightly open. His eyes are glossy and he blinks slowly, maybe because of the fever they supposedly have; Sion doesn’t even feel it, maybe because both of them are burning up so Daeyoung only feels warm against him. Warm and nice. So pretty, and he really wants to kiss him. Maybe Daeyoung wants that too, because he suddenly noses his cheek and mewls. They’re so close, if they tilt their heads just a little–
“Fucking hell, stop,” Yushi yanks them away from each other by the hair, so hard his scalp hurts. “Guys, we need to move quick.”
And that they do. Sion barely has time to think before Ryo grabs one of Daeyoung’s arms, Sakuya grabs another and he feels Yushi’s arms hook under his knees to yank him down on the bed. Riku catches his upper body right before he falls to the ground.
“Hyung,” Daeyoung calls, pained. Sion is outside the room already, outside the dorm. Last night, he felt like he floated his way to Daeyoung’s room; today, it’s mostly like that. He doesn’t register how they get him to bed, only becoming aware when Riku puts a wet towel on his forehead and pecks his cheek. Yushi isn’t here anymore.
“Why didn’t you let me stay?” he asks, and his voice is hoarse, like he caught a cold. His inner-alpha is not pleased with all this and he isn’t either.
“Because his rut is coming up, babe.”
“I can help,” he starts, and Riku sighs loudly. Well, at least he tried.
“You’re crazy,” Riku says, a disapproving look on his face as he crosses his arms. “You need to stay away from each other for a bit, you’re not thinking clearly.”
Ryo peeks his head through the doorway then, his eyes wide. “Riku hyung, you need to go back to the other dorm, his rut started.”
Sion sits up on the bed so fast everything starts spinning around the room. Riku is about to push him back but he hesitates for a second.
“Hyung, arms up,” he tells him, and he obeys without question. When Riku finishes taking his shirt off he realizes he’s not going to give it back.
“No, Riku please.”
“He needs it more than you.”
“It smells like him–”
“It smells like both of you. Please, hyung, don’t be dense,” he helps him lay down again, the wet towel had fallen off and he puts it on his forehead again. “You want to help? this is the only way.”
Riku walks to the door with the shirt in hand, and Sion simply closes his eyes in defeat. It stings, but he’s right, so he just lets him leave. “Text me when he feels better,” he mutters before he’s completely out of the room.
“I will. Rest well, hyungie.”
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He wakes up with Ryo’s elbow hitting him on the cheek.
“Ow, sorry,” he says, controller in his hand. Sion realizes they’re on the couch, his head on Ryo’s lap and his legs on Sakuya’s. When the hell did he get here. “You’re finally awake!”
“Do you know what happened to you, hyung?” Sakuya asks, kind of excited. They pause the game to face him and Sion feels naked even if, for some reason, he’s wearing a shirt now.
“I don’t really know.”
“Oh but we know!” Sakuya answers, and that’s where the excitement came from, of course. “We were doing research.”
Ryo unlocks his phone and clears his throat. “You got scent drunk, which happens when you get heavily exposed to a scent. Your brain gets overwhelmed and it makes you drowsy,” he pauses, and smirks, “It only happens when you are highly compatible with someone.”
Oh, great. It’s hardly a surprise for him that they were reading about it, because they’re constantly fascinated by these dynamics. Both of them are betas, and even if the doctor said it was still possible for them to still present as alpha or omega, Sion doubts it. Their pup scents are gone, and they have new, softer scents; Ryo’s talc and Sakuya’s cotton flower, clean and comforting to all of them.
“You must be going through the scent hangover now. Does your head hurt?” Sakuya asks.
“Kinda–”
“Do you like Daeyoung hyung?” it’s Ryo this time, and wow, wait a second. We were talking about his head two seconds ago.
It’s cute how excited they seem about it. His attraction to Daeyoung was never a surprise to Riku or Yushi because they’re good at reading between lines and dissecting him, but he’s been trying his best to hide it from the rest. So naturally, the image of them being tangled on Daeyoung’s bed and trying to kiss in front of everyone must’ve been a shock.
“Stop being nosy!” he scolds them. “I’ll go take something for the headache.”
“I’ll go get it for you if you tell us how much you loooove Daeyoung,” Sakuya says and Sion kicks him on the thigh.
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After getting scolded by manager noona on the phone, he’s at least glad for the four free days they get. Turns out recovering from his scent drunkenness is a bit of a slow process especially because they’re compatible as hell and Sion starts going through withdrawal symptoms a day after being with Daeyoung. It must be even worse for him, because he will experience all these things on top of the rut, and he’s starting to worry. Daeyoung should feel better after a day, a few knots are enough for the worst symptoms of a rut to subside, but Riku and Yushi haven’t texted him yet.
He bites his nails and paces around the dorm, trying to distract himself with the game his younger members are playing, but it’s useless. Maybe it’s the withdrawal too, but he can’t stop thinking about him. Alphas love to provide, love to be there for their partners, and they’re not even close to that but Sion’s inner-alpha is convinced that Daeyoung is like… his mate or something, and he’s worthless to him if he can’t help.
He’s seriously about to disobey Riku and manager noona to go to his dorm, clenching his fists because ultimately he knows he can’t, he has to be good. He’s a leader, for god’s sake, he can’t lose his mind like this.
Luckily, his phone pings with a notification from Riku. Everything's ok!! it says. It’s not the time to be so vague, but he sees the speech bubble appear again and takes a deep breath. I’m coming over to grab more of your clothes.
He doesn’t even get to think of a response when he hears the door and Riku runs inside, going straight to Sion’s room. Huh.
The boys don’t notice, so Sion calmly walks there, curious. He leans on the doorframe when he gets to the room, staring at Riku’s back as he checks everywhere for used pieces of clothing. He can smell him from here, the usual mixture of scents that comes with Daeyoung’s rut: the bergamot Sion’s obsessed with, sweetened with Riku’s jasmine and Yushi’s sweet pear. His mouth waters.
Riku’s clothes are loose, but his shirts are never long, so when he bends down to pick up a hoodie from the floor, Sion sees purple marks blooming on his hips. They look beautiful on his tan skin.
“Baby.” Riku jumps at the sound of his voice, and Sion smiles at his shocked face.
“Hyung! I thought you were sleeping on the couch. Ryo sent pictures.”
“Hmm,” Sion walks to him, slowly. A little predatory, maybe, making Riku stare at the hoodie in his hands to avoid his gaze. He’s red on the cheeks, down his neck and all over his chest, probably because he was getting fucked into the mattress, and it makes something weird bloom on Sion’s chest; like a mixture of arousal, jealousy and hunger.
He sneaks a hand under Riku’s shirt when he's close enough, pressing lightly on one of the bruises, making him squirm. He noses the back of his neck, right where the scents feel thicker. Sion can imagine all of it: Daeyoung pounding him from behind, his thumbs digging on Riku's hips with the strength of an alpha, always enough to bruise even if he tries to be careful. And later on pressing his entire chest on Riku's toned back, his mouth on the back of his neck, slobbering all over it.
Yushi once made the mistake of oversharing about Daeyoung's ruts, and Sion feels like he hasn't been the same since that day, since learning how animalistic and messy he gets. How he likes fucking them hard but when his knot is about to pop, he turns soft and overwhelmed. He thinks Riku probably had to fuck himself back when Daeyoung's body started tingling with his approaching orgasm, and he knows Riku arched his back when the knot was fully inside him to make him go deeper, filling him.
If Sion asks nicely, Riku would show him. He would get on all fours and spread his cheeks and he’ll maybe even let him taste. He thinks about it as he inhales deeply, Riku’s body pliant as Sion fully hugs him from behind.
He won’t ask, though. The first time he tastes Daeyoung’s cum has to be his own merit, his own hard work.
“Hey, careful there. You’re still recovering,” Riku turns around in his arms and Sion groans in frustration. “Oh my god, hyung, behave.”
“I’m sorry. But to be fair, manager noona told me the withdrawals get treated with small and controlled exposure to the scent,” he tells Riku, and he seems like he doesn’t buy it, “Go ask Saku and Ryo, they were doing research too!”
“I believe you, what I don’t believe is your capability of getting small and controlled doses of a scent that you’re obsessed with.”
“Oh and Daeyoung is capable?”
“Of course not, that’s why we’re taking care of him. We can’t take care of you as well, so I’ll have to trust you,” he squints his eyes, “Don’t disappoint me. Saku and Ryo won’t help you because seeing you lose control is funny to them, so please. I’ll bring you a hoodie or something, but don’t overindulge.”
Sion nods, a cheeky smile spreading on his face. Riku pecks him on the cheek and then steps back, walking away while smiling back at him. When he turns around, Sion can see that his shirt is pulled up on one side, his bruises visible once again. He realizes now, there’s no way he’s jealous, and the feeling in his chest isn’t ugly–it just makes him want. It’s the first time in his life he has this wild craving to be marked up and bent over, and very deep in the back of his mind he still thinks this isn’t normal, but he remembers Riku’s words a few weeks ago, comforting and kind: Does it matter?
As long as they want this, it doesn’t. Sion decides it’s wiser to listen to his body, because he’s been fighting his inner-alpha for years and this is the first time they agree on something, so he deserves to indulge in it, especially if Daeyoung wants it too. He imagines how Riku’s bruises would look on his hips, how deep would Daeyoung press his fingers on his skin, and hopes, prays he wants this as much as he does.
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The hoodie helps a lot. Riku would kill him if he saw him because he ends up wearing it, but only after reading some of the articles Ryo sent him that explain it's fine to wear scented clothes to help with the withdrawal symptoms. He just has to avoid scenting directly for one more day, which he would've done either way since he's banned from the other dorm until Daeyoung’s rut is over.
He sends some screenshots of the articles and a selfie wearing the hoodie to the hyung line group chat. Riku responds with eye roll emojis and says Fine. After a few minutes, Yushi types shouldn't have shown that selfie to jaehee lol and Sion feels like he's being tortured.
One more day. It makes him so giddy he almost forgets they have to talk when this is over. Almost, because every hour that passes he's more aware, his inner-alpha distant and the dizziness of the hangover almost gone, so now there's space for the shame and the worries to kick in, his actions running less on instinct the moment his conscious mind takes over.
Still, he feels like he can't run from this anymore. He has been hiding his crush on Daeyoung for probably more than a year, and he never entertained the idea of pursuing something with him because Sion's conflict with being an alpha was so draining to his mind he didn't want to deal with adding more stress to it.
He always thought it would've been going against his alpha instincts and, as much as he felt the attraction and he wasn't stupid or dense enough not to realize it went both ways, he also wanted to protect his peace. Especially if he was already struggling on a daily basis to be comfortable on his own skin.
But it's different now, like a 180° degree change that he surely wasn't expecting. Sion feels like something unlocked inside of him, that something finally clicked, and he's scared of the implications of all this.
Before, he could hide his feelings because they were just that, easy to shove back inside his chest and so deep in his mind he could afford to ignore them but now–now his body isn't cooperating with that.
It took so little to make him lose control even so, between the two of them, Sion was the more rational one. Daeyoung goes as far as Sion lets him, always spontaneous and more likely to act on impulse since he's more emotional, which is the complete opposite of Sion's logical and introspective nature.
Well, opposites attract, don’t they?
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Day three of their small break starts with Sion getting a lapful of Kim Daeyoung.
“Oof! Daeyoung-ah–”
“Hyung,” he pulls away with red cheeks, like he suddenly becomes aware of his body being huge and heavy, “Sorry, uh, I missed you.”
Sion rubs the sleep out of his eyes and sits up on the bed, scooting over for him because why the hell not at this point. When Daeyoung doesn’t move any closer, Sion realizes they’re not alone, both Riku and Yushi on the doorframe standing like they’re waiting to intervene.
“What are you doing over there?” he asks. They look exhausted and worried, Sion knows from experience they barely get any sleep during their ruts, and this one must’ve been hell for both of them.
“I’m still debating whether it’s wise or not to leave you guys alone,” Riku says and Daeyoung pouts, “He’s very freshly out of rut.”
Daeyoung’s scent is already calling for him, so he doesn’t have time for this, really. He slowly gets up, walking up to them with a smile forming on his lips, and when he’s right in front he starts closing the door right on their faces.
“Hey!–”
“Thank you so much for the concern, I’ll take over from here,” he says and Yushi is cackling loudly while Riku tries to stop the door from closing, but Sion gives him a look, the look he usually gives them when he’s giving an order. Not angry, but very… leader, or alpha. He doesn’t care, but it always works. “Babe, it’s okay.”
“...Okay, we’re going to sleep. Don’t bother us until tomorrow if you think you can handle this by yourselves.” Riku sounds pissed but maybe he’s just that tired. Yushi grabs his hand and starts walking away with him, winking at Sion. Finally.
When the door clicks shut, he’s suddenly embarrassed to turn around, but embarrassment has never stopped Oh Sion in his life, so he swallows the feeling and walks to the bed where Daeyoung is staring at him with the shiniest puppy eyes in this world.
The second Sion is at arms reach, standing in front of him, Daeyoung grabs the hem of the hoodie he’s still wearing. “It looks good on you, hyung.”
“You just like it because it’s yours, hm?” he teases, and Daeyoung blushes even more furiously, but he looks so happy to be here, smiling while he stares at the fabric between his fingers. Sion rubs his wrist directly on the side of Daeyoung’s neck and he melts into the touch, lets himself be scented, purring low and soft. It makes something swell inside Sion’s chest, he’s never seen another alpha purr before, it’s not something he usually does either, and the fact that it is because of him–God, it feels really, really nice. He’s not usually on the receiving end of Daeyoung’s cuteness and he immediately decides he loves it, making him giggle.
“Hyung,” Daeyoung mutters with his eyes closed. Sion makes a small noise of acknowledgement, resting his palm on Daeyoung’s cheek. They’re both breathing deeply, relaxed. Sion doesn’t feel out of it this time, nor drunk, just good, “I need to tell you something.”
“Yeah?” he says, and the words make his heart pound with nervousness. His eyes are set on Daeyoung’s closed ones, on his soft lashes, waiting for them to open and meet his gaze.
They do, after a few seconds that feel eternal to Sion. Daeyoung looks up, pupils big and dark, and his lips part. “I really like you, like a lot.”
“That’s really good to hear,” Sion starts, a huge smile on his face. He must look so smitten but he doesn’t even care anymore, feeling free and unstoppable. “Because I like you a lot too.”
Daeyoung smiles back at him, and then he shyly breaks eye contact to look at the hem of the hoodie again, playing with the fabric, tugging a little. Sion thinks he must want him closer and doesn’t know how to ask. Cute.
“Oh, I thought I was being too optimistic after all this–” he releases the fabric again to gesture around. “The hyungs told me you had nasty symptoms after getting scent drunk, sorry.”
Sion shakes his head, trying to reassure him. “It wasn’t your fault, we didn’t know that could happen.”
Daeyoung hums and he grabs him again, tugging more obviously. Sion is not going to straddle this man after two days of the most violent rut of his life so he taps his shoulder to make him scoot over. He does so eagerly, and the bed is clearly too small for two grown alphas so there’s not really much space between their bodies. Good.
Not even five seconds later, Daeyoung’s burying his entire face in his neck; rubbing his cheek, his nose, dragging his lips over his gland. It’s so odd, he’s been having sex with Riku and Yushi for years and this feels a hundred times more intimate than that. His heart goes thump, thump, thump against his chest and his toes curl in excitement, his nails scratching Daeyoung’s scalp, a shaky breath leaving his lips when he feels pecks against his skin.
“Daeyoungie,” he sighs, tugging softly on the dark hair between his fingers. Daeyoung pulls away just enough to meet his eyes; and it’s pretty much like being on his bed two and a half days ago, so close there’s static between them, an electric pull, strong and obvious.
When their mouths meet in the middle, their lips are already parted. Daeyoung’s mouth is warmer than his; maybe because of the remains of his rut, or he just naturally runs hotter. Either way, Sion feels the same sudden and inevitable addiction he felt with his scent, so hungry for his kisses he sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth and releases it over and over again. Daeyoung stops him with teeth tugging at his lip and a low groan, slipping his tongue inside and dragging it against his. He quickly learns Daeyoung is a nasty kisser, noisy when he sucks on his lips and when he whines after every drag of Sion’s tongue. Just how he likes it.
Sion’s dick is very interested in the events unfolding on this bed, but there’s no way they can fuck today right after Daeyoung’s rut, so he decides to be responsible for once and slows down the kisses, leaving close mouthed pecks in Daeyoung’s lips until they share a soft final kiss, their mouths pressing together for a few long seconds before Sion puts three fingertips between them, acting as a barrier.
Daeyoung opens his eyes slowly, seeming dazed and content, his pupils dilated. He’s not out of it, and Sion isn’t either, which is a step in the right direction. Riku would probably kill them if they had to go though the entire scent drunk mess twice.
“Are you sleepy?” he asks, just to say something, unsure of what he’s supposed to tell him after sharing their first kiss. Truth be told, Sion’s entire romantic life is reduced to Yushi and Riku and they’re not his partners, never have been. They all love each other in a not-entirely platonic way with blurry boundaries and they’re always available for a good fuck but this–this intimacy, this level of want, it’s all new to Sion.
His first kiss was Yushi on the first rut they spent together, Riku still out of the picture, and Sion barely even remembers it. Daeyoung’s first kiss was probably one of them too, probably in the same context. It’s not a bad thing at all, because they’re are kind and loving and anyone would be lucky to be kissed by them but Sion can’t help but compare and be amazed at the difference it makes when you genuinely like someone.
“No, I slept a lot these days,” Daeyoung answers, blinking a few times to seem more awake. “Are you?”
“Nope,” Sion says as he sits up, and Daeyoung follows the movement. “Wanna grab breakfast?”
Getting out of bed would be wise. Maybe spend the entire day outside the room, even. Daeyoung nods excitedly, probably hungry because they eat like shit during ruts, and they get up. Sion makes a huge effort not to look at Daeyoung’s erection and tries to cover his as they walk to the door.
Before he even gets to open it, Daeyoung flips him around with a hand on his shoulder, using it to push him against it. A fucking animal, Sion thinks as Daeyoung licks inside his mouth and sucks on his tongue again, his dick pressing on his hip with how close their bodies are. A moan escapes from his throat but he can’t let himself go, no, he’s responsible, he’s a leader, he’s a hyung–
“Sorry.” It’s Daeyoung who pulls away first, and he even has the audacity to blush and act all shy after attacking him like that.
“You better be,” Sion says with a hand on Daeyoung’s chest, putting space between them, “Bad alpha.”
“Nooooo, I’m sorry.”
Sion laughs and opens the door quickly because he’s growing more and more tempted to stay here, if he’s being honest. He walks to the kitchen with Daeyoung’s warm hand in his, the soft glow of the morning sun coming from the living room windows. They’re alone for now, a quietness that won’t last long but he basks in it, in the peaceful early hours of the day and the sweet reminder of Daeyoung’s lips on his.
Which doesn’t stay as only a reminder for long, mind you. Daeyoung steals kisses while he makes breakfast and while they eat, small pecks on his lips that stay soft and innocent this time.
Ryo wakes up first and squints at them, at their swollen lips and disheveled hair, and a smirk spreads on his face.
“Don’t even start,” Sion warns.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
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It's already two weeks later, and going back and forth between practice and recordings keeps them forcefully apart from each other.
It's mostly because they're surrounded by cameras. They're working on the concert preparations and their staff always records their first week of practice, which was last week, documenting the entire process of learning new choreography. He tries not to let himself be distracted because he's a strict, perfectionist leader but also–well, he's very afraid of his fans’ capabilities of overanalyzing their videos and starting rumours, and he thinks they're both so obviously into each other he feels forced to ignore Daeyoung a little when the cameras are on.
At least he gets a rewarding scenting session at the end of each day, falling asleep almost immediately after they get to bed, exhausted but relaxed in Daeyoung's arms. It didn't used to be like this, even if Sion was so tired his eyes closed on their own on the way home, his chronic insomnia wouldn't let him sleep for more than three hours as his mind mechanically repeated new choreography like a movie behind his eyelids. But Daeyoung's scent on his nose and his warmth around him definitely helped.
Now, they started the VCR filmings. They're preparing for a scene where he's sitting on a couch next to Riku. The staff is still setting up the last props, and he can hear the rest of the members chattering distantly, maybe finishing their hair and makeup. Sion starts dozing off on Riku's shoulder, his jasmine scent sweet on his nose, but Riku has other plans.
“Have guys already–” he starts in a whisper, and Sion chuckles, “You know.”
“Do you think we've had time for that?” he answers, meeting his eyes. Riku looks down and he shakes his head no. Sion doesn't know what's with him being so worried for them lately.
“Did you buy condoms at least?”
“No, I haven't,” Sion raises an eyebrow, “I mean, why?”
Riku stares at him like he grew three heads. “Hyung, I refuse to believe you're this ignorant.”
Sion furrows his brows and looks at Riku with a fake hurt expression, but doesn't say anything to defend himself. Riku knows a lot of things he doesn't, because he didn't sell his soul to the idol industry in his teens so he has lived a lot more than anyone else in the group. If Sion is like a worried father that leads them to success with his perfectionism, Riku is a wise father that leads them in life.
“Have you ever heard about bitching?” Riku asks, his voice even lower even if the cameras aren't on yet and no one is really paying attention to them. Sion shakes his head no and Riku sighs.
“If you guys are planning on having penetrative sex, you have to use protection. If you don't, Daeyoung's fluids can turn you into an omega.”
It's Sion's turn to stare at him like he grew three heads. “What are you saying.”
Also, why is Riku so sure he'd be the one bottoming? but well, the answer pops immediately in his mind. He's usually the one bottoming when he has sex with Yushi or Riku outside of rut and he was the one asking for Daeyoung's knot on his last rut after all. So, yeah.
“Bitching is when an alpha willingly turns into an omega. By willingly I don't mean you have to consciously consent, it's mostly your alpha's decision,” he explains with whispers right in his ear, cupping his hand on the side of his mouth so no one can see what he's saying, “And to me, your alpha is very willing. You're already playing with fire with his pheromones all over you the entire time, getting cum inside you would definitely cause something. Unless that's what you want, of course.”
Sion has no idea what he wants. He didn't even know this was an option thirty seconds ago. He knew about medical secondary gender transitions because his company doctor did offer that to him when he expressed the hatred and disgust he felt to being an alpha, explained how it was a dangerous, long process that entailed surgery and very aggressive medication and Sion couldn't really afford to take a hiatus for that, so he didn't even entertain the idea. But this–what the hell was this?
“I–I don't, what? Riku, what??”
Their conversation is cut short when everyone starts coming into the room and Riku clears his throat, smiles at the staff and sits upright. Sion is still flabbergasted, his eyes wide as he stares at him. Riku elbows him and Sion has to shake his head to turn on his idol mode.
He doesn't stop thinking about it for the entire recording, stealing glances at an oblivious Daeyoung who smiles at him sweetly, unaware of the mess inside his head. He's still thinking about it on the way home, when he's showering, and when he walks to Daeyoung's dorm to spend the night there.
When he enters through the door, Riku is cooking for Yushi as they talk animatedly. Sion knows he can't go unnoticed so he walks in with fake confidence and ignores them, going directly to Daeyoung’s room
“Hi babe,” Riku greets him and Sion glances over his shoulder, his hand on the doorknob. “He's still showering.”
“Did you bring–” Yushi says as he flashes him his signature wide, cheeky smile.
“Shut up. Goodnight,” he answers as he opens the door and slams it shut. He was afraid of how much Sakuya and Ryo would tease them and at the end they're usually just minding their own business and being respectful about it, only sharing knowing glances between each other and giggling in secret, but these two absolute menaces will be the death of him.
He gets under the covers, inhales deeply, and waits for Daeyoung with his eyes closed. Riku’s words haunt him, especially what he said about playing with fire and the pheromones. He admits his ignorance, because he didn’t think any of his actions could have consequences and he was convinced the worst that could happen to two alphas liking each other was constantly fighting for dominance or something like that.
Should he stop? Does he want to? He rubs his neck and cheek against the pillow, Daeyoung’s scent thick on his nose. No, he doesn’t.
He’s almost asleep already when Daeyoung hugs him from behind, lips on the back of his neck and his hand around him. He presses his palm on Sion’s stomach, getting as close as his body allows him too, and Sion relaxes against him. He’s already so used to smelling their scents together, the zesty freshness of Daeyoung’s bergamot getting spicy and sweeter with Sion’s cardamom, turning it into the most comforting scent Sion’s has ever smelled.
Yeah, there’s no way he would give this up at this point.
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Even if he doesn’t need to, Sion always wakes up early. And even if he needs to, Daeyoung doesn’t.
It’s the first morning they don’t have an early schedule, so Sion spends thirty minutes on his phone until he gets bored out of his mind. He’s a little tempted to research what Riku was telling him about but, to be honest, he’s scared of what he might find and the possibilities it could open for him.
It's weird how something so life changing can happen by accident. What would've happened if Riku didn't tell him anything? If he decided to mind his own business? Maybe Daeyoung also knew about it and he would've warned him, or maybe he was just as ignorant. Sion has been fantasizing about his dick inside him for so long and he didn't even know they couldn't even go bare, which he can't deny is a bummer. Sue him.
He’s about to get up to stop his mind from being too annoying this early, maybe go eat something, but there’s a sudden shift. Daeyoung’s bergamot gets dense in the air–Sion thinks it’s what sunshine would smell like, because it makes him warm inside. Thick, zesty, a little sweet–and then, all of a sudden, there’s a hand on his chin and teeth running along his scent gland.
“Wow, good morning?” Daeyoung’s hand goes from his chin to run through his hair, leaving open mouthed kisses and soft nips on his neck. Sion didn’t even notice when he woke up. “Daeyoung–”
“Hyung,” he mutters against his skin, voice hoarse with sleep. He gets closer, almost on top, and Sion feels his growing erection on his thigh. “We have a free morning.”
Sion isn’t stupid, he knows what he’s trying to say, and he can't say he wasn't expecting this to happen exactly today. It's actually the whole reason he decided to spend the night at this dorm instead of his. Daeyoung might be shy sometimes, a little hesitant to take the lead, but he’s quickly learning that he will at least find ways to let him know what he wants when he thinks Sion wants it too. And boy, does he want this.
So it’s easy, really. Sion pulls him even closer using both his hands and legs, forcing himself to get under Daeyoung's body, caged under his arms. Daeyoung pulls away from his neck with the movement, pupils blown when their gazes meet, and his lips are wet with spit. God, Sion is so fucking hungry.
He hooks his feet on the back of Daeyoung’s thighs, bringing him closer, pressing their bodies flush. Daeyoung moans as his length presses against Sion’s. He strains his neck to catch Daeyoung’s bottom lip between his teeth to finally kiss him.
“Ah, hyung,” he whines against his mouth, letting himself be devoured. Sion rolls his hips up slow and insistent, and Daeyoung grinds against him with way less patience. Sion swallows every moan that pours out, sucks on his lips and his tongue as Daeyoung's mouth goes almost lax against him, too overwhelmed with the rough slide of their dicks.
It doesn't take long for them to get fully hard, Sion feels the fabric sticking to his tip with wetness and he needs to do something about this now. He hooks his thumbs on the waistband of his pants and quickly slides them down enough for his cock to spring out, and when it slaps against his skin Daeyoung looks down hungrily. Sion doesn't even let him think before doing the same to him, yanking his pants down to his knees and sliding his hands back up until his palms reach Daeyoung's ass and squeeze to bring him closer.
He distantly, in the back of his mind, wonders if any of what they're doing is dangerous–it shouldn't be, right? He spits on his palm and takes Daeyoung into his fist, pressing the tip of his cock directly on Sion's, and he's dizzy with want. Is this allowed? he thinks again, but Daeyoung moans softly with every stroke of his wrist and nothing seems important anymore.
“You're so–so hot, Hyung, I’m–” Daeyoung whines, his eyes set on the movement of Sion's hand, on their tips pressing together. He's so big, so thick, he would love to fit both of them on his hand but his fingers are too short for that. It doesn't matter, Daeyoung licks his own palm and takes Sion into his hand too, trying to match his rhythm, the slide a delicious mix of spit and pre-cum that makes him moan.
When Daeyoung presented as an alpha, Sion couldn't help but compare himself to him at every chance that he got. Daeyoung was literally the personification of what an alpha should look like; tall, effortlessly buff, big hands and feet. It used to piss him off, because Sion was the opposite in every way; smaller than him, muscles on the leaner side and with small hands and feet. It made him feel less, like he wasn't enough, like he was a failure as an alpha.
Now, as Daeyoung fits both their dicks on his hand, he's just glad, really.
“That’s right, baby, you're so good,” he says as he slides his hands under Daeyoung's shirt, running his fingertips on his warm skin, feeling him up with a desperate touch. He ends up settling his hands on Daeyoung's hips because he's downright thrusting into his fist now and Sion's mind is getting buzzy with the image. It's almost like–like he was fucking him, it makes him open his legs wider with how much he wants it.
Sion isn't even a fan of handjobs but that's what does it for him; the visual of Daeyoung between his legs, the feeling of skin slapping on the back of Sion's thighs. Yushi teases him sometimes, about how he would never top if he didn't have ruts, and he can't even try to deny it. He's a broken alpha, there's something surely wrong with him–or maybe not, maybe it's less dramatic than that and he's allowed to love this as much as he does.
That's mostly what starts tipping him over the edge. He throws his head back as he digs his nails on Daeyoung's skin, meeting his thrusts with quick snaps of his hips.
“Hyung, I'm–” Daeyoung pants, and it makes Sion look down again, at the movement between their bodies, even though his vision is getting blurry with pleasure, his orgasm so close there's warmth tingling all over his pelvis. His eyes stay fixated there like he's getting hypnotized, on Daeyoung's dick that's leaking and leaking, almost like he's on rut again.
Suddenly, Daeyoung kisses him again, hungrier than ever, open mouthed and full of tongue, his orgasm obvious as lets out a loud moan. He's almost sad that he can't see him cum, but the noises he makes against his lips make up for that. It makes him impossibly hornier, and that combined with the way he squeezes his hand to ride his orgasm makes Sion finally shoot his load too.
“Oh my god, hyung,” Daeyoung pulls away again, looking down at the mess between them and all over his hand. It's–a lot.
“Yeah,” he says, like it means anything. He follows Daeyoung's gaze and it drives him crazy, it tempts him in a way he can't ignore. He's almost sure, after his conversation with Riku, that his alpha is on a mission to either drive him insane or simply just–turn him into an omega, because he gets the sudden craving to scoop all that cum and shove it inside him.
He can't. He hasn't even mentioned any of this to Daeyoung, but it makes his mouth water and his entire body is calling for it, like his hunger hasn't subdued after that orgasm. Like it won't until Daeyoung is finally inside him.
Luckily, in his daze, Daeyoung grabs tissues from his nightstand and starts cleaning up before Sion does anything stupid. He's so cute, smiling shyly at him while he grabs tissue after tissue to clean all of it up. When he's done, he kisses Sion's forehead and lies down beside him, making him turn to the side and face him.
“Did you like–”
“Did you know you can't come inside me?” he interrupts Daeyoung because it's the only thing on his mind. It has been since yesterday and he thought sex would wipe everything from his head but it makes the thought bigger and harder to ignore.
“What?” he asks, like a confused puppy. He still looks a little out of it.
“Riku told me you can't get cum inside of me because I can turn into an omega,” he explains, and then laughs because it sounds insane, “Can you imagine?”
“I had no idea,” Daeyoung says with wide, curious eyes and at least that makes Sion feel better about himself, “We'll have to be careful, then.”
Sion only manages to nod and Daeyoung smiles at him, beams even. Like that didn't tilt and shatter his entire world, like it really didn't matter. Like maybe it just didn't make any difference to him.
Sion really wants to stop thinking about this. Stop thinking, period. Daeyoung's lips press against his on the sweetest, softest kiss they've ever shared, and Sion melts into it. Their scents are dancing in the air, mixing together; Sion imagines them as swirls tangling with each other and exploding, leaving sparkles suspended everywhere, and the moment just feels–right.
There's things to figure out but it won't be today. Today, he'll pass out on his arms until the alarm shrills against his ear, he'll enjoy the warmth and the closeness and the sleepy kisses against his lips.
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The last few weeks of practice for the concert are fucking draining. The general instruction for them is to wear scent patches when they’re not recording, because spending so much time inside the practice rooms gets suffocating with all those scents. It’s really for the best, Yushi gets very overwhelmed and moody with the mixture of smells, especially if their pheromones are clearly communicating how stressed out they all are, and he makes it everyone's problem.
And Sion is fine with it, now that he wears all the scented clothes Daeyoung gives to him like he’s being courted. He tries to keep a straight face and be all nonchalant about it when he catches Daeyoung beaming at him but, of course, he can't help but smile back shyly in the end. He's being a really good boy, after all.
It’s a Friday around ten pm and they’re all exhausted, eating takeout on the floor on a small break. Sakuya’s eyes are shut as he munches slowly, almost asleep, but they have to stay here for two more hours and Sion honestly feels like his muscles are screaming for help at this point.
Riku’s always the first one to finish, never too hungry, never feeding himself enough for Sion not to worry. His expression is tight, almost annoyed, so he knows better than to force him to eat more. When Sion’s done, Riku grabs him by the arm and makes him scoot closer to the wall, slightly apart from the rest.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, but Riku doesn’t answer. Or he does, with actions, as he takes Sion’s scent patch off his neck and buries his nose there, rubbing his entire face on his skin, “Riku?”
“I can’t smell any of you,” he whines, frustrated, “It’s pissing me off.”
Your boyfriend is right there, Sion thinks but doesn’t say, staring at Yushi’s back, who's slurping his noodles. He knows it’s not the same, and Riku has always expressed how much he likes scenting or being scented by his pack alpha, so there’s a different sort of comfort than comes from his. It’s not like Yushi isn’t enough, but he assumes it’s just–different to him. Especially now that they’re so anxious with the upcoming concert.
Yushi doesn’t mind. Their relationship is odd, they’re highly codependent but give each other plenty of freedom. They get jealous sometimes but never mad, always understanding and respecting their boundaries and the rules they’ve set. Yushi would never mind a little scenting or sex, even, but Sion isn’t allowed to kiss Riku on the lips, unless he’s rutting and Yushi’s present.
There’s still fragmented scenes of his last rut still appearing in his mind. He remembers Yushi beside him asking if he was okay, putting his head on Sion's shoulder as Riku sank down on his cock. Riku grabbed Yushi’s hand for support and started rotating his hips slowly, sinking deeper, all wet around him. Now that he thinks about it, it's almost funny how he always needs to hold hands with his boyfriend when Sion’s deep inside of him. Sometimes he'll be on all fours being pounded and his knuckles will go white in Yushi's hand. After a while, when Riku came, suddenly and untouched with a high moan and his head tilting back, both of them looked at him fall apart and the smell of Yushi's slick got thicker, sweeter in the air, his pheromones making the arousal obvious. Sion couldn’t help but focus on Yushi’s face, his eyes sparkling and his mouth open, dazed as Riku made eye contact with him. He supposes that's what love looks like, at least what it looks like for them.
Or, they're just freaks.
“Hmmm, I hadn’t noticed how good you smell now,” Riku smiles against his neck, his words bringing Sion back to the present, “With Daeyoungie’s scent all over you.”
Of course that makes him blush, and luckily Riku can’t see, but he feels hot all of a sudden. He hates how easily his body reacts to anything Daeyoung related, how good it feels when Riku points it out. Like it’s something he’s proud of, having another alpha’s scent on him mixing with his own.
A loud sound makes them both jump. When Sion stares ahead, he’s met with Daeyoung’s dark eyes, a serious look on his face, and his fist crushing a plastic water bottle.
“Hyung, what the hell,” Ryo says, staring disapprovingly at him. Daeyoung fakes a smile and it’s amazing how convincing it looks.
“Crushing the bottles makes them smaller, it’s better for recycling.” he explains. When Ryo nods and his attention goes back to the food, Daeyoung makes eye contact with him again, smile gone. He looks between him and Riku, who’s absolutely watching this show in front row with a smile on his face.
“Oh my god, he’s jealous,” Riku whispers but doesn’t move, even rubs his cheek on his skin once more for good measure. Sion doubts it’s out of cruelty, Riku is the kindest person he knows, he’d never try to hurt Daeyoung on purpose. Maybe that’s the reason he pulls away and scoots back to the circle, draping himself on Yushi’s back. Sion puts the scent patch back on and stands up, averting Daeyoung’s gaze.
He makes them go back to practice only out of awkwardness, unable to deal with whatever energy Daeyoung is sending his way. He doesn’t seem mad, but he looks a bit like a kicked puppy, just like when Sion was ignoring him after his rut. It’d be hypocritical of him to act surprised, though; even if Daeyoung has never acted this way with him before, Sion knows he’s a jealous person. And even if they’re not dating, not actually, they’re–not far from that either.
He doesn’t quite know how to navigate it yet, at least not in front of the rest while they’re still busy practicing, so he turns on leader mode and promises himself to address it later in the comfort of the dorm.
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Daeyoung doesn’t cooperate at all with his plan, though. They have an unspoken agreement that he’s always the one going to Sion’s dorm at night, unless they decide to spend the night separately or Sion wants to go to his dorm. It’s always something they arrange beforehand, so when it’s past one am and Daeyoung is not entering through his door, he starts worrying.
Daeyoung isn’t the type to ignore. He talks things out and voices his feelings even if it makes him feel naked and vulnerable, and Sion loves that about him. Nothing good comes from keeping his worries inside his head, he’d turn into Sion if he starts doing that, and that can’t happen; their best quality is being polar opposites, it’s literally what makes them so compatible–so Sion won’t allow him to.
Right after he opens the door to the other dorm, Daeyoung is already standing on the other side, making Sion jump and gasp out of fear.
“God, Daeyoung-ah, why are you standing here in the dark?!”
“Sorry, Hyung,” he takes a step back, staring at his own feet, and doesn't answer his question.
Sion can barely see his face with the lack of light but it's clear how his eyes are still sad, refusing to look at Sion. The corners of his lips turn downward, and he looks like he doesn't know what to do with himself. It makes him want to kiss that pout out of his face. “You were going to my room?”
He nods hesitantly, like he was still considering it, but he lets himself be pulled to his room by the gentle tug of Sion's hand.
Being here like this makes him realize that he has to work on his communication skills, because he stands awkwardly in front of Daeyoung who's sitting on his bed, without a clue of what to say. They've been spending all this time together building this incredible intimacy that Sion constantly craves but, at the end of the day, they've been just running on instinct and the lack of communication is evident right now. If it didn't matter to him, if Daeyoung's feelings weren't important, he'd tease him and laugh it off, but that's not the case–it doesn't seem like the right thing to do.
“What's wrong?” he settles on asking, and at least Daeyoung is looking at him now.
“Can we just sleep?” Daeyoung says, interlocking their fingers and trying to pull him closer. Sion is… well, a little bit easy to convince and distract, so he gets between Daeyoung's legs and cups his face with both hands.
The position reminds him of that morning the first time they kissed, when he was still hesitant and way more scared than he's now. There's still hesitance and uncertainty, there's still a layer of anxiety buzzing under his skin, but he knows what he wants and isn't scared to go for it. He wouldn't be here tonight if that wasn't the case.
“We'll sleep after you tell me what's wrong, Daeyoung.”
He whines, like a baby, staring up at him with glossy eyes. “I shouldn’t.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t think I’m allowed.”
Sion lifts one eyebrow, curious about the way he’s phrasing it. “Daeyoung, please.”
“Hyung, I shouldn't…” he tries to look down again but Sion doesn't let him, “You're not my property, so–”
“You got jealous, right?”
Daeyoung sighs, defeated, and nods.
“And why's that so terrible to admit?” Sion squeezes his cheeks between his palms and then climbs into his lap, Daeyoung's arms immediately around him. His face turns red, like he wasn't expecting Sion to react this way at all.
“Well, we're not dating, so I shouldn't–”
“But you did. And it's fine,” Daeyoung's hands settle on his waist as Sion starts scenting him, a relieved sigh coming out of his mouth. “You’re right, I'm not your property. We’re also not going to stop scenting ‘cause we're a pack. But you're allowed to talk about it.”
Daeyoung's fingers dig on his skin, pulling him impossibly closer. “I understand, Hyung. It's just that–the way you smelled, it seemed like you were enjoying it and–”
“Maybe I was, maybe I like having Riku all over me just how you like having them both draped over you all the time,” he says and it's not the full truth because Sion knows for a fact the reason his scent changed was Daeyoung himself. He won't tell him that. “C’mon, Daeyoung-ah. I don't know what happens in this dorm most of the time, I know you scent them too, and I also know you like me, right?”
“Yes, hyung,” Sion pulls away from his neck to meet his eyes, the sadness in them fading away. “And I know you like me. I just don't know if you like them too.”
Sion likes honesty. He's just too anxious to say these things unprompted, and he's been trying to let his body speak for him. He's beginning to understand that it just doesn't work that way for Daeyoung.
“Well, I don't,” he says, and pecks Daeyoung's lips, “I've never liked anyone like this before.”
Daeyoung's pheromones go crazy right then and there, a mixture of happiness and excitement in the air. It makes Sion giggle against his mouth as he pecks him again.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” he kisses him again and again, close mouthed and soft. Daeyoung melts into it, going pliant as he fully hugs him. It doesn’t stay innocent for long, though, his hands tangling on Daeyoung’s hair and tugging to make his lips part in a soft moan, kissing him dirty and open mouthed.
They don’t really have time for this, but do they ever? they’ve been slipping their hands inside each other’s pants or humping each other’s legs, the most skin to skin action they’ve gotten was the first time and Sion, well, he craves for more. He pulls away to take off his shirt, his eyes set on Daeyoung's blown pupils, all affected by a few kisses and Sion’s naked chest.
“Let me–” he yanks Daeyoung’s shirt and he helps him take it off, both of them impatient and pent up. His hands grab Daeyoung’s pecs immediately after. “Good boy.”
Sion buries his face on Daeyoung’s neck, licking a stripe right on his scent gland, with a sudden urge to mark him up, and he figures why not? they’re covering that spot with scent patches everyday anyway. So he sucks and bites, abuses the skin, one of his hands settling on the back of his head to tilt it and the other rubbing on his nipple.
“Shit, Hyung,” Daeyoung’s hands slide down to his ass, dragging him closer, “The concert–”
“They’ll fade,” he says, even if there’s less than a week left for the concert and he’s absolutely mauling that neck, well. Sion can also be possessive.
“Okay, yeah,” Daeyoung responds, because when does he ever go against anything Sion tells him? right about never, even if he doesn’t agree. He’s also stupidly horny, Sion feels him hardening up against him and it makes his head spin.
Sion has no idea what he wants today, he just knows he wants more. He’s been fantasizing with Daeyoung’s cock hitting his throat, with Daeyoung eating his ass, with being fucked–he needs it, he even bought condoms as Riku told him, but they’re on his nightstand and there’s no way he’s going back there with a boner. It would be a humiliation ritual, even if everyone’s probably already asleep. They lay properly on the bed, Sion half on top of Daeyoung, the younger sliding both their pants and underwear off. When their naked bodies press against each other, as they roll their hips and moan against each other’s mouths, Sion feels like he really can’t take it anymore.
Luckily, Daeyoung is amazing and attentive and he can trust him to be a few steps ahead.
“Hyung, I bought condoms and lube, if you want to–”
“Yes,” he interrupts, eager. When Daeyoung reaches for his nightstand, Sion stares at his dick with no ounce of shame. It’s fucking huge, he can’t pretend it doesn’t scare him a little but, at the same time, it makes him even hungrier for it. Sion’s very far from a virgin, he’s never had a dick that big inside him but he has experience and he’s positive he can take it.
He rolls to the side and Daeyoung settles behind him–it’s the best position he can think of right now because any more staring at Daeyoung’s dick will tempt him to suck him off and they have like… five hours left until they have to go to practice again, so he needs to be at least a little responsible about this.
Sion should’ve definitely expected to be marked up as well after he did it to Daeyoung. He sucks a hickey on the side of his neck as his finger enters him slowly, hesitant at first until Sion rolls his hips back and forth impatiently. Daeyoung takes that as permission to finger him harder, dragging his finger slowly through his walls with enough lube Sion thinks that’s what it would feel like to–to be an omega, his slick coating his insides.
His dick is twitching, the tip wet releasing precum with every thrust. Daeyoung has to hurry the fuck up if he wants to get his cock anywhere near his ass today because Sion likes this way too much and it never takes much for him to come.
“Baby, another,” he begs as his hand reaches back, spreading his own cheek and bringing his knee up. Daeyoung leaves open mouthed kisses under his ear, down his neck, sucks on his scent gland again. “Daeyoung-ah, please.”
There’s so much lube it drips down his thigh and squelches when Daeyoung adds a second finger and a third when he realizes Sion can take it. He’s still moving hard and slow, in and out, spreading and massaging his fingers inside him. Sion bites his own forearm to stop himself from moaning, slobbering all over his skin, his other arm hooking under his knee to keep his leg open.
“Do I–?” Daeyoung asks, and Sion nods, not really trusting his words right now. His gaze travels down his own body while waiting for Daeyoung to put on the condom, and settles on the mess of precum on his stomach. He thinks he’s never been this turned on in his entire life, not even when rutting. There’s fire under his skin, spreading everywhere, a tingly warmth all over his body.
When Daeyoung pushes in, all that warmth concentrates on their point of connection. He throws his head back and leans against Daeyoung’s forehead, feeling his ragged breaths on the back of his neck. He grabs Sion’s leg when he’s all the way in, keeping it up for him as Sion melts against him, his now free arm settling on the side of Daeyoung’s hip to feel him up. It’s definitely better than he expected, hurts in the most delicious way, just enough to make him drip even more against his belly.
Daeyoung’s still moving slowly, pushing deep and pulling out halfway, keeping him full the entire time, his prostate being hit and massaged with every thrust. Sion thinks he can come like this, he doesn’t even need to fuck him any faster, so hot and wet and making sparkles of electricity burst inside him.
But Daeyoung does fuck him faster, snaps his hips harder as he whines and whines, his fingers digging under Sion’s knee. Fuck it, he thinks when he can’t keep his moans from coming out of his mouth anymore; the rooms have some level of soundproofing that he hopes is enough, he doesn’t want to deal with Yushi’s cranky ass tomorrow if they interrupt his sleep.
“God, puppy,” he says, voice shattered with pleasure. Daeyoung’s hips falter at the nickname. “Just like that.”
“Hyung,” Daeyoung’s hand releases his knee, sliding between his legs, and presses down on his dick, keeps it there to create just enough stimulation for Sion to feel like there’s stars exploding behind his eyelids as he gets closer and closer to the edge, “Is it good?”
“Yes, baby, I’m–I’m close” he says as he digs his nails into Daeyoung's hip, so overwhelmed he can't keep his eyes open anymore.
The feeling of teeth on his neck is what ends up doing it for him. He spills all over Daeyoung's hand, riding his orgasm with slow rolls of his hips and clenching down so hard it makes Daeyoung slow down his pace too. His leg shakes with the force of it, dropping it since he has no strength left to keep it up.
Daeyoung pulling out feels devastating, but he’s suddenly being rolled into his back and his thigh gets straddled by him. Then, Daeyoung pulls out the goddamn condom and jacks himself off. Sion is entranced by it, by the big alpha on top of him, by the fast movement of his hand. His mind chants fill me, fill me–he’s about to beg for it, irrational and moved by instinct alone, when Daeyoung comes all over his abs, his dick, and a little on his chest. What a waste, is what pops up on his mind, with the same sudden need to scoop it all and push it inside him he’s been having every time Daeyoung comes. He never talks about it after, because it’s really embarrassing, but it’s the only thought on his mind right now–overwhelming, all consuming. It’s becoming harder and harder to ignore.
He runs a hand on one of Daeyoung’s thighs, caressing him softly as he comes down from his high, panting heavily. They both sweat so much they’re going to need another shower, their skins glistening, he really wants to lick it off his chest but he’ll probably get horny again and another round is not the best idea right now.
When Daeyoung’s breathing evens out, he smiles at him all proud. It makes Sion laugh, his heart light and full of warmth. “C’mere.”
“Wait, let me clean you up,” Daeyoung says as he reaches for the napkins, and Sion hates this part in the most unreasonable way.
“No,” he mutters softly, but it still makes Daeyoung pause and stare at him.
“What is it, hyung?”
Sion bites his lip, because he’s about to ask for something stupid, and just shakes his head. Daeyoung keeps cleaning him up with hesitance, eyes searching his.
He can't stop ignoring this, the instinct to–god, he can't even say it in his head. He's driving himself crazy with the mere idea of becoming an omega, unable to stop the craving, his body calling for it with every fiber of his being.
Daeyoung would do it. He'd give it to him in a heartbeat, no doubt about it. It's Sion who has to come to terms with it, make the life changing decision.
It's unbearable even when they're showering, kissing under the spray of the shower, or when they're in bed again and he hugs Daeyoung tightly from behind. He inhales the bergamot deeply to calm his mind, to stop the haunting thoughts that refuse to let him rest.
After fifteen deep breaths, the tension leaves his body, his muscles relaxed and the warmth of Daeyoung's back lulling him to sleep. After thirty, the zesty scent makes him imagine Daeyoung smiling at him under the sunlight, and he blacks out.
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Completely out of character, he wakes up after Daeyoung, and he's alone. It immediately sours his mood to be left by himself like that, on an empty bed hours after having him inside.
It's probably too early, but he gets up anyway. He drags his feet to the kitchen and his mood sours even more when he sees Yushi basically hanging from Daeyoung's neck while they wait for some eggs to cook.
“Oh, hyung! I was making breakfast for you,” Daeyoung says excitedly, clearly not getting the memo. Yushi is smirking, his nose pressing right where Sion marked him up last night. He won't give him the satisfaction of being visibly upset, so he slaps a scent patch on himself to keep them from smelling the discomfort in his pheromones, and walks to Daeyoung's other side, resting his head on his shoulder.
“Thank you, Daeyoung-ah,” he kisses his cheek and makes him blush furiously. They never do any PDA in front of anyone, not even Riku or Yushi, but Sion is tired of this shit; of pushing his feelings down and trying not to let anything change around them. So he grabs his chin, making Daeyoung face him, and kisses him on the lips this time, pressing the softest kiss against his pliant mouth. When they pull away, he looks confused, like he wasn't expecting Sion to do that in a million years.
Yushi is absolutely beaming, happily staring with a huge smile on his face. His arms tighten around Daeyoung and he inspects him from up close. “Jaehee, you're such a puppy.”
Sion laughs along with him, and Daeyoung is still staring with bright red cheeks. “Don't tease me,” he says, embarrassed.
“Never,” Sion answers, even if it wasn't directed at him, and kisses him again in front of Yushi's nosy ass.
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Sion allows himself to think about it only after the three days of concerts.
He's been doing mostly fine, busy enough to keep his mind occupied, aiming for perfection on every performance, but when they get a free day after that his brain starts bothering him incessantly.
It's only then that he does proper research about it, reading article after article. If he leaves out the medical transitions and focuses only on the natural process, there's not much more science to it apart from what Riku already told him, mostly stuff he knows and stuff he figured out by himself out of logic and analyzing his own mind's desires.
And there's something else he's trying to ignore. A four letter word that kept popping up on the articles that would explain his alpha's willingness and eagerness to be with Daeyoung, to submit to him. He doesn't know if it applies to him just yet, but the implication is mostly that he will fall in love because of the high compatibility between them and well–it does make sense, yeah.
It's not a bad thing, especially since Daeyoung is very transparent with how he feels about him, and he definitely doesn't just like him. It takes a long time for Sion to trust and build relationships, this would be the first time he actually dates someone, and even if they started out pretty much ran by instinct, every new step has been taken carefully, which doesn't mean he feels any different from Daeyoung. He just… overthinks a little bit more. A lot more.
But the thing is, he isn't doing this for Daeyoung. Their relationship doesn't rely on this, they can date as alphas and he's learned to accept that it's right and normal, even. The reason he wants this, needs this, is his own problem; the tightness on his chest every time his rut approaches, the self-loathing when he growls at someone without meaning to, the disgust that washes over him after a knot–a momentary relief that makes his skin itch right after, like he needs to claw it off.
This isn't another step in his developing relationship with Daeyoung, it’s a form of self-care. His body is screaming for it desperately, like it's crucial for his well-being–it probably is, he feels like it's inevitable at this point.
He still has to talk to Daeyoung about it, though. Ask him if he's willing to…help him out. Not that he'll have to beg for him to breed him, he knows he'll do it gladly, but it feels right to ask.
“What are you reading?” Yushi asks, resting his head on Sion's shoulder. They're sitting on the floor, in front of the couch where the others are watching a movie.
Sion hesitates, still unsure of his decision, but he's also dying to talk about it, especially to his best friend. Not here, though–he gets up, takes Yushi’s hand to help him up too, and drags him to his room. He stares back at Daeyoung before disappearing and of course he's staring back at him, a tight expression on his face. Sion doesn't know how to reassure him, so he gives him an awkward thumbs up and leaves the door to his room open for good measure.
“Wow, such secrecy,” Yushi says as he sits down on the bed, excited. Sion sits down next to him and tries to meet his eyes.
“So I was reading about–uh. Bitching.”
“And?” he raises a brow.
“I want to do it,” Sion blurts out, his hands flying to his head and scratching his scalp. Yushi fucking laughs.
“This is the least surprising thing you could've ever told me,” he says, patting his back, “Like it's so on brand for you.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I'm being supportive,” Yushi runs a hand through his messy hair, trying to fix it, “I hope Riku and I get some credit for it after helping you discover how much you like anal–”
“Oh my god, Yushi, that has nothing to do with this,” Sion says as he tries to cover his mouth and Yushi falls back on the bed, kicking him playfully as he laughs.
“Look, I'm serious, I think it'll be the best for you,” he says, calming down, only a smile remaining on his face, “I just want to know if you're doing this for Daeyoung or yourself.”
“You know the answer to that.” Yushi knows him inside out. He's seen him cry his heart out on his worst ruts, has had to come up with solutions to keep him from losing his sanity. He has seen the ugliest shadows of Sion's mind, the ones that eat him whole and spit him after, leaving him hurt and bruised up.
“Just wanted to be sure,” he tells him, tugging on the hem of his shirt to make him lay down beside him. “Come scent me before your big jealous boyfriend appears.”
“He's okay with the scenting.” He doesn't even correct him on the boyfriend part. Why would he even bother at this point.
“He better,” Yushi sighs, giving Sion full access to his neck as he melts on the mattress, “I'm still coming to terms with the fact that I won't be fucking you anymore.”
“Yushi, will you please stop saying shit.”
He cackles, and Sion knows he's just fucking with him, that he doesn't mind. Even if they haven't talked about it, it might seem obvious to all of them; Sion did mention it a long time ago, when they started having sex outside his ruts, that this would go on for as long as he was single. He didn't think they'd remember, maybe they don't, and they're just running with Daeyoung's jealous nature.
Either way, it's fine. Sion will always crave for non-sexual intimacy with both of them and he's not trading that for anything. Daeyoung too, he's sure of it, so he hopes they come to an agreement when Sion gets his head out of his ass and finally asks him to be his boyfriend.
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Two days before they have to leave for Japan, Daeyoung opens the door to Sion's room, late at night like always. The only difference is that he's wearing actual clothes, jeans and a denim jacket, and he's smiling ear to ear. He leans on the doorframe and doesn't come in, staring at Sion like he's supposed to know what he wants.
Sion is munching on a cookie as he stares back. “What?” he says with his mouth full.
“Do you wanna go out with me?” he asks all shy, his head tilting to the side like a puppy. Sion looks at him confused out of his mind.
“Daeyoung, it's like–” he checks the time, “Eleven PM.”
“We can go to a noraebang.”
“Baby, you're asking your leader to sneak out with you.”
“Hmmm, Can we go?”
It's unfair because he looks so pretty, like he put effort into the outfit and even his hair. Sion sighs and gets up, refusing to overthink it because he's convinced Daeyoung came to his life to balance his strict ass out.
He changes into black pants and a leather jacket, then covers both of them up with scarves, masks and hats. When they're about to leave, Daeyoung slides his mask down and does the same to Sion, pressing their lips together in a soft, gentle kiss.
“Thank you, hyung.”
Sion groans as he fixes his mask up, smiling only after he's covered up again. “If we get scolded I'm telling the managers you kidnapped me.”
“Yes, hyung.”
-
This is far from the first time they go out alone to a noraebang, because the rest of them are either neutral or hate it. Yushi likes it but he likes staying at home even more, so he never joins and Sion always felt bad when Daeyoung decided to go alone, like it was almost his duty as a leader to keep him company.
It's the first time they do it as–whatever they are, so of course it feels different. Before, there was always an awkward distance between them, both trying their best not to let their crushes be evident. Sion has known Daeyoung likes him the entire time, and it created even more hesitance to get closer. So they spent time together, alone even, but never feeling so carefree and content as he feels right now, drinking shots of soju while Daeyoung screams into the microphone, making him cackle out loud.
Is Daeyoung’s love language just making him laugh? Sion’s abs hurt after watching his third performance, almost laying on the couch. He’s a little tipsy already, so it’s easier to make him laugh like this, really. Daeyoung is not a heavy drinker so it’s even funnier to see him down a shot and make an ugly face.
“Your turn, hyung!”
They go back and forth like that, more calmed down, and forty-five minutes later they sit almost tangled up on the couch. Alcohol makes their bodies melt, buzzing with it in the nicest way, not really drunk but not sober either–just good and relaxed. Daeyoung basically serenades him song after song, chooses the cheesiest ballads for him and looks directly into his eyes. Sion busies himself eating so he can break eye contact, but his gaze ends up calling for him, or his voice–like he’s a mermaid and Sion is a sailor lost in the middle of the sea. Maybe the colorful lights dancing on Daeyoung’s handsome face mesmerize him, or the words he’s dedicating to him.
Sion’s heart is pounding inside his chest, his tummy twisting with something he can’t name. He takes one of Daeyoung’s hands into his, playing with his fingers out of pure nervousness as he lets him finish his last song.
There’s a small moment of silence after he’s done singing. And then, why not, why the hell not, “I really want you to be my boyfriend,” Sion blurts out.
Daeyoung looks at him with those puppy eyes of his, and even with all those lights in the room he knows he’s blushing. It takes him a few seconds to react, Sion lets out a chuckle while he waits, and then he’s being pulled into his lap and kissed out of his mind.
“Yes, yes, hyung,” he says between kisses, a strong grip on Sion’s hip. It makes his head swim. “Please.”
Making out at the noraebang is surely a new experience to him. He’s always very careful and logical about things but, as he was thinking at the beginning of the night, probably Daeyoung came to his life for this. For him to be more relaxed, more spontaneous, sneak out and have fun with this beautiful alpha that makes him so, so happy.
He puts a little space between their bodies, because he’s awfully reactive to Daeyoung’s touch and he doesn’t want to get a boner here of all places. Still, he sucks on his tongue and bites his bottom lip before fully pulling away and it makes Daeyoung groan.
“Let’s go home,” he says, almost as an order. Daeyoung gets up in the blink of an eye. An obedient puppy, ready to be led.
-
Later on, laying on his stomach with Daeyoung spreading him out as he eats him out eagerly, reaching a hand back to tangle his fingers on Daeyoung’s hair, he thinks if he should tell him already.
He makes him cum like that, rutting desperately on the bed as he meets the drag of Daeyoung’s tongue against him. He makes a mess on the sheets, feels the stickiness all over his dick, but has no time to even complain when he feels Daeyoung’s dick sliding between his cheeks, wet with the amount of spit around his hole.
“Fucking hell, Daeyoung,” he moans, even louder than when he came, feeling the weight and the warmth as the younger presses a thumb on his shaft to keep his dick trapped between his crack and that finger, thrusting fast.
“I’m sorry, you’re so–” he sounds so affected, so close. “I’ll cum on your back, don’t worry.”
“No,” he says, arching his back. Daeyoung’s tip catches on his hole a few times and Sion’s dick twitches. “You can–do it there.”
He immediately feels the warmth of his cum all over his hole, so much it ends up dripping between his legs. Daeyoung’s nails are digging on the fat of his ass, still moving his hips as he rides it, spreading his cum everywhere. Jesus Christ.
Sion finally lets his thoughts win, the itch on his brain that screams to him every time they have sex getting scratched at last. As soon as he doesn’t feel Daeyoung on him anymore, he reaches a hand back and slips two fingers inside, in and out, rubbing them around his hole before slipping them inside again.
“Hyung, oh my god,” Daeyoung says, laying a hand over his as a not very convinced attempt to stop him. “Are you like, not supposed to–oh my god.”
Sion looks over his shoulder, and Daeyoung’s eyes are dark, set on the movement of Sion’s fingers. Their gazes meet then, and Sion smirks. “I want this.”
“Okay, yeah,” Daeyoung says, caressing his thigh. When he’s satisfied with his work, Sion rolls to his back while pulling his fingers out, and licks them inside his mouth. Daeyoung groans at the view.
“I think we should talk about this,” Sion tells him after they just stare at each other with shocked expressions when the arousal dies down.
Daeyoung nods, laughing in disbelief. He rushes his cleanup routine, puts clothes on and helps Sion dress back up, laying a dirty piece of clothing over the cum on the sheets. Sion’s trying to find the right words, a little hesitant to sour Daeyoung’s mood with his miserable alpha experience, but he just settles for the simplest way to explain it. They’ll have time later, when Sion doesn’t feel like crushing his skull when he thinks about it anymore.
“I’ve never liked being an alpha,” he starts, playing with Daeyoung’s fingers. “It makes me loathe myself to be one, so when Riku mentioned this possibility to me I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’d… love for you to help me, if you want.”
“Oh hyung, of course,” he rushes on answering, squeezing his hand softly. Doesn’t even ask any questions. “Whatever you want, I’m here for you.”
“Good, yeah,” he says, resting his head on Daeyoung’s shoulder. “I hope it’s okay for you to have an omega boyfriend instead.”
“I don’t care about that,” Daeyoung pecks him on the side of his head. Sion knew that already, but he still feels lighter, hopeful. He knows he owes him more context, more of his story; he’s not just asking for a small favor, he’s asking for something that will change his life and they’ll have to communicate a lot during the process.
Sion’s initial idea was not to rush it so much, with the Japan tour coming up so soon. It will take around a month or two to turn as his research told him, and they’re going to be back and forth from Japan to Korea for the same period of time. Well–what’s done is done, he’ll probably have to deal with a whole ass heat in the middle of a tour but maybe there’s just not a right time for this. There’s no way they were going to be careful for too long considering how irrational they got when they fucked.
When he's almost falling asleep in Daeyoung's arms, he realizes these might be the last days they'll be able to sleep together, unless they get paired up as roommates on the tour. He highly doubts it, since their managers tend to separate Yushi and Riku exactly because they're partners to avoid distractions, and they surely must've realized there's something going on between them too already.
They'll end up finding a way, of course. There's nothing to worry about when he knows he can charm his way into anything in life, gets whatever he wants when he puts effort into it. That's basically how he landed a boyfriend just now, after all.
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One of his least favorite memories was going back to training after his first rut, everyone patting him on the back like he was supposed to be proud of it. They wouldn't stop saying shit, congratulating him, changing the way they addressed him, with a new layer of respect.
You'll be a great leader when you debut, some trainee he doesn't even remember the name of said. An unimportant person, but his words stabbed themselves deep inside his guts and stayed with him until this day.
No one understood how broken and disgusting he felt that time, like it wasn't even his body, like he had no control over himself. He sobbed for days, knot after knot, alone in a room with a fleshlight and all his worries.
Yushi couldn't stay with him but, the moment he got back, he was on him like a leech. The comments died down after a few hours when everyone realized Yushi was sending them dirty looks and Sion wasn't responding enthusiastically at all. Even so, Sion's anguish turned itself into a panic attack that had him on the floor of the company bathroom, Yushi holding him tightly as he tried to help him breathe.
It never got much better than that. A few years later he overheard some staff talking about how his chemistry with Yushi is the balance, an alpha and an omega that have been close friends since before they presented like it was fated, and that's the sole reason they're debuting together. Like they hadn't been working their asses off all that time, proving themselves worthy of debuting, all their teens dedicated to this dream.
When he got chosen as the leader of the next group to debut, Sion wondered if it was only because he's an alpha. The words of that stupid trainee repeating on his mind but also dozens of others saying the same thing then, putting a group of teenagers on his hands for him to lead them to success. Trusting him to do well just because of his secondary gender.
All those years broke him inside, created deep wounds on his soul that he's still trying to amend. When he remembers, he needs to hug himself, just like he's doing now–standing in the kitchen at six am with his own arms around his body.
Sakuya and Ryo almost never wake up so early but, for some reason, they do now. Like they sensed his distress and sadness, smelled it all the way to their room–which is kind of impossible with those beta noses of theirs.
“Good morning hyung,” Ryo says, staring at him like he's trying to figure out if he's sad or just tired. Sakuya’s eyes are almost closed with sleep so he doesn't pay him much attention.
“Hi, babies.”
Ryo squints his eyes. “You're weird today.”
About a year ago, in a similar scenario, Sakuya told him they weren't kids anymore. We're here to support you too, you don't have to carry everything on your shoulders. Sion always keeps it in mind, it's hard for him to rely on any of them but he tries to at least share some of his worries so he doesn't go completely crazy.
He needs to tell them about this, about the bitching, because it will change their dynamics–or maybe not, but they will at least notice. Sion knows he's a good leader and he knows it's not because he's an alpha but sometimes, he's insecure about it, and he's not going to be an alpha anymore so–
“Do you think I would've been a good leader if I was an omega instead?” he asks, letting his insecurities take hold of his brain.
“What do you even mean?” Ryo answers, confused out of his mind, “All your good leadership qualities are because you're you. Not because you're an alpha”
“Yeah,” Sakuya agrees with his eyes closed, leaning his body on the kitchen counter, “I don't think anything about you would be different. Maybe you would've been less cranky but that's all.”
Sion huffs a laugh. Well, it was to be expected. Both of them are betas raised by beta families, these things aren't relevant to them as much as they're to other people. And Sion is glad for that.
“I need to tell you guys something,” he starts, finally convinced that the moment is right, that he can talk about this, “I'm going to, like–uh. Not be an alpha anymore, sometime in the near future.”
Sakuya tries blinking the sleep out of his eyes, maybe assuming he's dreaming or something, as Ryo opens his mouth in surprise. None of them say anything for a while.
“How–eh?” Sakuya says, the confusion evident on his face.
“I'll be going through a process that ends with me turning into an omega, I thought it's better if you guys know, ‘cause you'll probably realize either way, so…”
“So you're worried you're not going to be a good leader?” Ryo asks him, trying to make sense of his words, like the transition isn't the important part of this conversation but Sion's insecurities are.
“I mean, I worry about the changes this might bring but–well, no, not really.” he answers, because it's what the logical part of his brain says, the one untainted by worries.
“And it's safe?” Sakuya asks this time, a bit more awake now, getting closer to him.
“Yeah, it is,” he answers as he ponders on how much to tell them. The medical transitions are more dangerous, but it's embarrassing to admit Daeyoung will be–well, breeding him. Sion knows they'll figure it out by themselves after, when they get on their phones to research about the topic, so he'll allow himself to be vague.
So when they keep asking questions, he stops them with a shake of his head. They complain about it, of course.
“Look, Daeyoung will help me. That's all I'm gonna tell you,” Sion says after they keep insisting, his cheeks turning pink. He starts making coffee, his back to them so he doesn't see their expression.
“That sounds sexual,” Ryo says, and Sakuya laughs.
“I said, that's all I'm gonna tell you.”
Fifteen minutes later, when he's out of the shower doing his skincare, he hears a shriek and Ryo yelling I fucking knew it!!!
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Sion is convinced his body is run only by desire at this point.
It’s a few days after the Ishikawa concert and they should definitely consider resting properly. There’s a million schedules ahead, his muscles are sore, his back hurts like hell, but still–how could he even pass the opportunity when Daeyoung slipped into his bed in the middle of the night, waking him up with a messy, open mouthed kiss.
“Daeyoung-ah, Riku’s–”
“We switched rooms,” Daeyoung told him, and it's all he needed to hear for his worries to fade and disappear.
Now, on top of Daeyoung, both sitting on the bed, rolling his hips as he feels his dick getting deeper and deeper, he definitely doesn’t think about rest anymore. Sion refused to plan and schedule the bitching out, but for it to be successful they had to do it at least once a week, and Daeyoung must've had that in mind when he sneaked into his room today.
They do it slowly, like they have all the time in the world. Sion's mouth is leaving wet kisses on Daeyoung's neck as he rides him, trying to distract himself from the pleasure because he gets easily overstimulated and Daeyoung needs to come inside him first. They always use enough lube for Sion to feel like it's his own slick dripping down the back of his thighs, the feeling doing something to his brain that immediately creates a knot of pleasure on his lower belly.
Of course it feels better without the condom, and that's what's making him struggle the most, Daeyoung's thickness dragging inside him and pressing on all the right places all at once even if they're moving slowly. The pace never matters much to Sion, he likes it so much he's perfectly able to come with the unhurried movement of Daeyoung's cock inside him. His own dick is tightly pressed between their tummies, getting enough stimulation that it leaves his skin wet with pre-cum already.
Daeyoung's arms are tightly around him in a desperate hug as he digs his fingertips on Sion's back, his biceps flexing with how hard he's grabbing him. Daeyoung is always a little loud but here, in a hotel room without much care of being heard by anyone? he's moaning and panting and letting Sion take the lead of every movement, his head tilted to the side as Sion mouths over his scent gland. He's so well behaved, so submissive under Sion's body letting him take whatever he needs–
–Until he gets impatient, his hands flying to Sion's hips and bouncing him on his cock like a fucktoy all of a sudden. Sion moans loudly, overwhelmed with the change of pace and scared of how much it drives him closer to an orgasm, his palm scratching the skin on Daeyoung's pec and pinching his nipple because he knows how sensitive he is. Citrus and spice get thick in the air as they move faster and faster, desperately chasing their highs, so close he can taste it.
“Daeyoungie please, slow down,” he whines in his ear when he's almost there, dangerously close, warmth settling on his lower abdomen.
“Does it hurt?” Daeyoung asks, stopping altogether. Sion shakes his head no and rolls his hips for good measure, “Why then?”
“I'm close, and I need you to come first,” he answers, and it's enough for Daeyoung to start fucking him at the same force and speed again. “Baby, no.”
Daeyoung kisses him right on his swollen mouth, swallowing every complaint right away. It's too good too fast, sparks exploding inside him with every hit on his prostate and Daeyoung's tongue sliding against his, making him clench down as he comes so hard he sees white.
He's still coming down when he feels Daeyoung spill inside, thrusting so hard Sion gasps–not out of pain, really, but getting overstimulated with his prostate being abused like this, his thighs shaking violently. Daeyoung's orgasm seems to last forever, whining as he keeps moving inside him, careful not to pull out too much so his cum doesn't drip out. Sion wishes he could knot him outside of ruts or heats, even if he might not be able to take it as an alpha, but still–
He's shaking when Daeyoung pulls out and lays him down on the bed, kissing his face softly as he slides a hand between his legs and slips his fingers inside. They talked about this, about how it was better to massage the cum inside and push it as deep as possible for the process to be faster–Sion is kind of losing his sanity, though, his eyes blurry and his entire body tingling with the feeling, his dick already dripping again, slapping against the mess of cum on his skin.
When Daeyoung realizes he's hard, he thrusts his fingers faster and harder, making him hiss with the mixture of slight pain and the never-ending pleasure. He brings his knees up to his chest, trembling hard and moaning loud. Daeyoung kisses him deeply once again, maybe to shut him up and save him from the humiliation later, maybe just because he wants to, and Sion comes again; grabs onto Daeyoung's bicep and digs his nails to stop him from moving, to keep his fingers deep inside, panting against his mouth.
“Baby, oh my god,” he says almost in disbelief, laughing when it really becomes too much and has to tug on Daeyoung's arm for him to pull out. He laughs too, always happy to see him destroyed after they fuck, a proud expression lighting up his face. Sion quite likes that about him, how much he loves pleasing him, how much he cares, and how he doesn't hesitate, even for one second, to show love.
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They surprisingly make it work. Having Daeyoung’s dick inside his ass is almost always off the table because they’re travelling, practicing and performing constantly so Daeyoung learns the art of quickly bending Sion over bathroom counters, rutting against his hole and pushing the cum inside him when he’s done, his fist around Sion’s cock after as he fingers him slowly. It helps them stay relaxed for the shows, the pleasure buzzing his mind enough not to overthink anything. He seriously considers getting a plug after he performs in Kagawa with cum dripping out of his hole, though.
Not even twenty days after they start, Sion feels the first symptom. The timing is awful, on their first Osaka date right after the soundcheck, with three whole days of concert ahead of him, and he gets the most annoying cramps on his lower abdomen. It starts light enough for him to ignore it for a few hours, but when he's on the makeup chair he can barely focus on anything around him, the pain so unbearable it makes him sweat and his vision gets blurry.
This is a secret to the staff. He won't tell anyone until he's already turned, so they assume it's a normal stomachache and don't really pay him any mind. When he sits down on the couch, Riku slips some painkillers into his mouth and makes him drink water, pouting when they make eye contact.
“Thank you,” he says, smiling through the searing pain, feeling like his guts are tearing and expanding. Because they are.
“You should feel better after thirty minutes tops,” Riku says, cuddling him on the couch. Daeyoung looks at him with a worried expression the entire time, and runs to his other side when he’s done with makeup and hair too.
“Is it too bad?” he asks as he slips a palm under Sion’s shirt, his hand warm against his belly, a small, momentary relief.
“Kinda, yeah,” he answers, his hand laying on top of Daeyoung’s. He’s suddenly very sleepy, which is part of the process as well, so he closes his eyes and leans against his warm, big boyfriend, trying to relax even if his mind is heavily fixated on the pain he feels.
“Is he okay?” he hears Sakuya ask, his voice close, maybe standing in front of them.
“He’s cramping, Jaehee’s fault,” Yushi answers, suddenly there too. Sion chuckles when Daeyoung lets out a sad Heyyy.
He falls asleep like that, with chatter all around him, and gets woken up some time after, when it’s almost time to perform. The pain is distant now, and it stays that way for the rest of the day; he doesn’t let it keep him from performing flawlessly, because nothing could ever keep Oh Sion from being perfect as he stands on stage, run by the adrenaline and keeping the pain as a distant thought.
The next day, Riku sets an alarm to give him the pills at around the same time he felt the pain yesterday, and adds one more, handing him the container after: it’s the birth control he has to start taking at this stage of the process. Sakuya slips a box into his hands, leaving without saying a word. It says “electric heating waist belt” with bright red letters; and when he opens it, it looks like the belts they use for their back pain, black with velcro adjustable straps, but it has buttons on the side. Sakuya is staring at him through the mirror as he inspects it.
“It’s like a heating pad,” he explains, “It vibrates, too.”
“Awww, Saku,” Sion runs to him and tries to kiss his cheek, his arms around Sakuya’s neck as he shrieks. “Thank you, baby.”
He wears it everyday from then on, the pain way more manageable thanks to it. It also makes him sleepier to be warm all the time so he dozes off on whoever’s shoulder is closer to him on couches, planes, or vans. It’s usually Daeyoung because he fights everyone to be next to his hyung; Sion knows how frustrated he must feel, unable to help much, but it's really more than enough with his presence.
Around ten days later than that, as they ride a van to Otaru to record content for YouTube, he realizes he doesn't feel any pain anymore. It's the next step of the process, his womb already formed and leaving space for the pre-heat to start. Maybe the real reason why he's even sleepier and having the worst food cravings ever.
Sakuya wakes him up with a snack directly on his mouth when they're all leaving the van. Having cameras around him forces him to behave, he's cranky and he wants Daeyoung close but he also wants to push him away and he needs like twenty hours of sleep, so hungry it's killing him but he tries his best to seem normal. He stays close to Ryo and Sakuya the whole time, less focused on the gift he has to buy for Riku and stopping every five minutes to eat. Ryo even buys him a cake as his Secret Santa gift because his sweet tooth is worse than ever and he makes it everyone's problem.
All things considered, it's not that bad at all. The staff keeps their bellies full the entire day and he's content at the end of it, mostly relaxed. But of course, it doesn't stay that way for long; Daeyoung naturally ends up sitting next to him as they eat snacks on the floor and the staff makes them do missions. His scent calls for Sion, spreads heat inside him, creates an urge to touch and stay close, using the mission as an excuse to feel him up and touch him. Saying Did you always have a mole here? as he takes his hand into his. Daeyoung gets shy, of course, and Sion tries to stay as rational as his brain allows him to. Which isn't much, mind you.
“Hyung,” Daeyoung stops him when they’re on the way to the hot springs, as everyone goes ahead with the camera crew, unaware of them staying behind. Sion's shirtless and Daeyoung's arms circle his waist, his palms right on his naked skin. “You smell sweeter.”
Sion loops his arms around his neck, a content sigh coming out of his mouth when Daeyoung presses his nose to his scent gland. “Yeah? Do you like it?”
“Mhm, a lot.” Sion gets pressed up against the wall, a thigh sliding between his legs as Daeyoung kisses his neck, and he gasps, his body getting impossibly hotter.
“Daeyoungie, not here–fuck,” he warns him, but it's hard to push him away if he wants this so much, spreading his legs so Daeyoung can press his body even closer.
They forcefully pull away when they hear a giggle right next to them, Yushi staring with a cheeky smile and arms crossed in front of his chest. “We're in the middle of a recording, in case you guys forgot,” he says, and Daeyoung pulls away with red cheeks, staring at the ground.
Sion irrationally side-eyes Yushi, annoyed to be interrupted, and walks ahead of both of them. At least he's glad the day is ending, the warm water around his body soothing his aching muscles, going lax and getting sleepy easily as they finish up the filming.
Hours later, spread out on the tatami floor, their futons are arranged head to head, making them sleep facing one another. When everyone's already asleep and the cameras stop rolling, Sion turns his gaze up to look at him, and Daeyoung is already staring. It's all it takes for him to crawl his way into his arms, trying not to make noise as he slips under the covers and hugs him tight.
“How do you feel?” Daeyoung whispers in his ear, his hands rubbing soothing circles on his back.
“Fine, it's manageable,” he whispers back, tilting his head to the side and rubbing their noses together. “I kinda want to eat you whole, though.”
“Hyung, don't say that,” Daeyoung whines softly, and Sion giggles against his mouth before pressing their lips together on a tender kiss. He does it again, and again, keeping it as innocent as he can but unable to stop chasing the feeling over and over.
Then, he feels a palm tapping his shoulder and a loud Shhh coming from the side. When his eyes get used to the darkness, he's met with Riku's glare, and he looks pissed as hell.
“We can all hear you guys, in case you didn't know,” it's Ryo who talks, though, and Sion groans as he pressed a final loud smooch on Daeyoung's mouth and crawls back to his futon.
It's for the better, or at least he supposes it is. Riku and Yushi told him it wasn't the wisest decision to have sex in pre-heat and he really wants to do this properly. He can't let the hormones take hold of his decisions because they don't know if the heat suppressants are going to work at all on his first heat, and it can be hell. So he buries his face on the pillow, reaches a hand up to pet Daeyoung's hair, and falls asleep with the feeling of soft strands between his fingers.
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All the planets end up aligning for him, a final gift from the universe, like it was apologizing for the agonizing years he had to spend as an alpha, or something like that: they’re back in Korea for a few days, just exactly on a day off, when his heat hits.
Sion wakes up in Daeyoung’s arms, half on top of him, an annoying fever causing his skin to tingle and slick welling up on his ass. He smiles when he feels it, even if his sanity is hanging by a thread.
They didn't know if the suppressants were going to work properly but they seem to, feeling way more clear-headed than his ruts, cognizant and aware of everything around him. It hurts, like everything inside him is tender, a burn that needs to be satiated with one thing only–it makes him incredibly horny, very impatient for Daeyoung to wake up already.
He humps Daeyoung's thigh slowly, underwear sticking to his skin with the amount of slick oozing out of him, his scent filling up the room with sweetness. It didn't change much from before, adding a fruity smell to the cardamom spice, almost like a sweet apple. Daeyoung is kind of obsessed with it, and it's probably what wakes him up at the end, his pupils blown from the moment he opens his eyes.
“Hyung, are you already–” he slips a hand inside Sion's boxers, his fingers rubbing over his hole, spreading the wetness coming out of him, “Oh God.”
“Alpha,” Sion mutters, his lips latching onto Daeyoung's chin, kissing down his neck, slobbering all over him, “I need it.”
Daeyoung moves quickly–or maybe Sion's mind reacts slowly, dizzy with want. The details are all blurry from then on, his brain catching on new things: an ache deep inside him, his feverish skin, and the smell of Daeyoung's scent richer than ever, leaving a tangy taste in the back of his tongue only from breathing through his mouth.
There are hands spreading his cheeks, and a tongue lapping up his hole greedily. He pushes back into it, chasing the feeling desperately as more slick oozes out and drips directly on Daeyoung's mouth. Sion hears him groan like never before, animalistic and guttural, teeth biting down the fat of his cheeks before he gets eaten out again and again. Daeyoung acts like a man starved, like this is the first time he tastes him–and it is, in a way. Even after doing this to him many times, it's the first time he has Sion's sweet slick on his tongue and he must be going crazy with it.
His mind breaks, shatters and scatters. He tries his best to stay present but his instinct takes over–and it's suddenly not scary anymore. He's safe in Daeyoung's arms, after all. He's barely aware of how he positions himself behind him, pressing a thumb to his hole, testing the give of it and, when he feels there's no resistance, pushes the tip of his dick inside. His hole takes him greedily as he immediately gets brutally pounded into the mattress without feeling an ounce of pain, at the edge of an orgasm already.
Daeyoung has never seemed more like an alpha than now, pining him down and spreading him out, the snap of his hips so sharp it sends him forward on the bed. Sion mewls, drooling and melting on it, his dick dripping with every thrust of Daeyoung's thickness inside him. His body is so pliant, relaxed as he just takes it, like he's just letting himself be used.
He suddenly comes untouched, barely even registering it before it happens; it's violent, making him bite his lip so hard he breaks skin, not knowing what to do with himself, his toes curling as he feels electricity running down his limbs.
Daeyoung makes him close his legs a little so he can straddle him from behind now, a position Sion knows is better for knotting. His legs are shaking when they set on every side of Sion's hips, but it doesn't stop him from resuming his brutal pace, his thrusts short and deep as he pins him down with a hand on his shoulder and the other tangling on his hair. Sion may have been a fool for thinking lube could be similar to slick before, because this is so warm and thick, leaking copiously and dripping down, squelching with the drag of Daeyoung's cock.
The knot swelling inside him makes him whine so high he doesn't even recognize his voice, another orgasm tearing him apart once again, dark spots on his vision as the younger fills him up. It’s so good to feel Daeyoung’s control and carefulness fade and disappear, with no awareness of his own strength as he yanks his hair and digs his thumb on his skin. That’ll probably be a bruise, and he’ll definitely love it.
He can’t help but compare this to his alpha ruts, hyperaware of his entire existence. Knotting always left him feeling hollow, a void inside his chest that couldn’t be filled by anything, the pleasure too brief for it to be enjoyable. Spending them with Yushi and Riku made it easier because they took care of him as concerned friends more than anything, knowing just how hard it was for Sion to accept this was a crucial part of him, something he had to go through because nature dictated it. But this, having a knot inside him as he comes and comes and comes–it does fill the void; it lights him up with the warmth, with the sunshine he always imagines when Daeyoung’s scent enters his nose. He cries with his face buried in the pillow, arching his back so he feels the pressure of Daeyoung’s knot inside, his knuckles going white as he grabs fistfuls of the pieces of clothing scattered around them.
Daeyoung’s body is caging him, kissing the base of his neck tenderly. When Sion sobs, hiccupping softly, he gently turns his face to the side. Their eyes meet, even if he sees all blurry with the tears filling his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he nuzzles his cheek, kissing the corner of Sion’s wobbly lips.
“It’s just–uhm, It feels really good,” he answers because his feelings are choking him, unable to put into words just how grateful he is for this moment, way beyond the obvious pleasure.
“It does, right?” Daeyoung’s breaths are ragged, his hips still twitching and his knot swollen inside him. So fucking big, Sion is surprised that his body could adjust well enough to take it and enjoy it to this extent.
He goes in and out of consciousness, his crying subsiding as a deep sense of serenity spreads through him. They breathe together slowly, synchronized, feeling how Daeyoung's chest expands with every inhale as he's pressed on his back, trying not to crush him with his weight but his arms fail him. Sion doesn't mind, he can take it, he'd even be okay with getting suffocated if it means he can stay under him.
When Daeyoung pulls out, some time after, Sion is surprised at how lucid he feels now. His ruts used to be a mechanic routine of knots and passing out between that, being fed by his friends and never really coherent enough to be present. Never hungry for the sex, never craving it until his inner-alpha was screaming for him to knot. He always waited until the last minute, thrashing on the bed with discomfort until he let himself be taken care of.
Now, it's a stark difference from that. There's a constant buzz under his skin, warm and electric, making him sensitive to any touch. He rolls on his back and opens his legs, stretching his body as Daeyoung stares at him–at his red eyes, wet with tears, and at the content smile that spreads on his face. It's amazing how good his body adjusted to being an omega. How, even in the haze of the heat, he feels in control of himself, happy and satisfied.
“Hello, Daeyoungie,” he says, voice hoarse with all the moaning and crying. “Will you clean me up?”
He wakes up from his daze, immediately moving to comply. He hands Sion his water bottle before getting the napkins, being extra careful with it, aware of Sion's hypersensitivity. Sion flinches and almost spits the water inside his mouth when he gets to his ass, his hole puffy, but also–fuck, it feels like every nerve of his body is exposed in a way that feels too good, like he’s ready to go again. How–
Daeyoung gets startled by his moan. He seems so fascinated by everything today, and of course, Sion forgot he’s never experienced an omega heat before. His sexual experiences are reduced to his ruts and his ruts only, so this is all new to him. Having a partner crave his touch so desperately, be so reactive to anything he does. Sion can tell he's fighting his inner-alpha, his sweetened scent clouding his mind, and the slick oozing out of him calling for him. His eyes are so dark, so predatory, like he wants to eat him whole. Sion wants the same, really.
“Alpha,” he opens his legs wider, inviting, “Clean me up.”
It’s all it takes, Daeyoung gets between his legs so fucking fast it makes him laugh. His mind gets fuzzy the second he feels that tongue on him, pulling his knees to his chest, opening himself up for his alpha.
He’s such a brute, grabbing him by the hips and pressing him down, burying his face in his ass. Sion throws his head back, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing, broken moans leaving his lips when Daeyoung’s hot tongue prods inside him. His cock drips pre-cum on his tummy, or maybe it is cum, Sion is amazed at how his body can seem to do this, a permanent high that’s driving him insane. When he looks down again, Daeyoung is staring at his dick, and something in Sion’s gaze might give him the permission he’s silently asking for, pulling away and crawling up enough to take him completely into his mouth.
“Shit, shit,” he tangles his fingers on Daeyoung’s hair and tugs, desperate. The tip hits his throat, lips stretching around the thickness. He isn’t really interested in teasing, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks hard, spit messily catching on the base of Sion’s cock. He gags but doesn't stop, eyes watering and throat constricting around him. He can’t–it is so–
“C’mere,” he begs, yanking Daeyoung’s hair to pull him off, a string of spit connecting his swollen lips to his cock. He’s always beautiful, with that cute downturned smile and his shiny, deep eyes; but this is probably the most perfect he’s ever looked, all ruined for him. Of course Oh Sion knows he's a pervert for it, he's never pretended to be a saint.
He pulls Daeyoung into a tight hug, his legs around his hips, and uses all his strength to flip them over. Sion's hole is so wet with the mixture of spit and slick, so relaxed after he got eaten out so thoroughly, that there's no resistance as he sinks himself on Daeyoung's cock once again.
“Oh god, hyung, hyungie–” Daeyoung's hands fly to his hips, then slide to his ass, spreading his cheeks.
Sion's palms squeeze his pecs, his thumbs rubbing on his nipples because he knows how overwhelmed Daeyoung gets when he does that. He grinds his hips down, thighs shaking, but there's some kind of desperation running through him that makes him move on autopilot; his pace turning fast and hard because the way Daeyoung's dick hits his sweet spot makes him fucking drool.
“Hyung, you–” he says, so affected, his voice so broken, “You haven't stopped leaking, how are you still–”
Sion looks down at his cock and oh god, he's right. It's insane to him how this is happening, how he's so wound up his body is reacting in an inexplicable way to him. He's almost a little scared because they're both absolutely losing their minds and the control of their bodies, and they have to be at least clear-headed enough to avoid a mating bite.
Daeyoung's knot starts swelling again, catching on his hole. Sion takes him as deep as he can, small rolls of his hips as he gets filled and plugged up. Daeyoung looks at him like he's like–a God or something, a superior being that he's lucky to have in his bed. Sion thinks he's the lucky one, if he's being honest, and that's the cheesy thought that consumes him as a final strong wave of an orgasm washes through his body.
They both basically pass out after that, Sion pressing his nose on Daeyoung's neck as he feels his arms around him, a content sigh coming out of his lips. They smell so much of each other, and the new sweetness in his scent is the perfect addition to their mixture. Sion feels, for the first time ever, a soft vibration on his chest; like a deep, rhythmic rumble, and barely even registers it means he’s purring.
He has no idea how much time passes, but he wakes up on his side, Daeyoung already out of him. He's clean and warm under a blanket, half on top of his boyfriend who’s chattering quietly, a hand drawing circles on Sion's back. He blinks his eyes open at the voices, taking in the new smells in the room.
“Oh, hyung!” Riku says, getting closer, pressing the back of his hand on Sion's forehead, “How do you feel?”
Sion doesn't really feel like forming words, so he groans. “Hungry,” he still manages to say.
Yushi's timing is perfect as he walks in with plates of food on his hands. Sion inspects it and mostly meat and veggies, which is not what he's craving right now, and it makes him groan again.
“Why are you being annoying,” Yushi asks, flicking him on the forehead. Daeyoung sits up and helps him do the same, taking one of the plates and trying to feed Sion, who only glares.
“Oh come on, are you going to refuse food from your alpha?” Riku asks, trying to mess with him. It kinda works because Sion's inner-omega gets immediately distressed. “You can't eat sweets, you need energy. Sweets will only make you sleepy.”
Sion simply opens his mouth, glaring at Riku but letting himself be fed by Daeyoung, his mind chanting be a good omega, let your alpha take care of you.
His brain gets foggier and foggier, the opposite of what he expected would happen. The lucidity he felt after getting his first knot absolutely gone. It doesn’t feel like losing his mind to a rut, because there’s no anxiety this time; he just lets himself be taken care of, sleeps and asks for whatever he needs. Yushi and Riku stay until he gets too horny again and kicks them out, their loud cackles fading as they leave.
Daeyoung gets clear-headed the more Sion loses his own mind, so he stops worrying at all. The day passes like that, acting feral and untameable, at a point he actually feels like he’s sucking the soul out of him but his amazing, perfect Daeyoung never complains, not a single time. He suspects he really likes it, too, so there’s nothing to worry about.
On day two, he’s actually like, fine. The suppressants worked perfectly on him, reducing his cycle and concentrating the worst on the first day–which would explain how wild he was acting. They focus on actually resting as much as possible, because they’ll be leaving for Japan again in a day and even though Sion hasn’t talked to the managers yet, Riku did tell him they’re stressed out of their minds. He’ll deal with that tomorrow morning, with the reality that lays outside this nest and the comforting cloud of their scents mingling together.
Now it’s not the time to let any dark thoughts fill his mind. It’s the lightest he’s felt–probably ever, so no one will ruin it today. Daeyoung will fuck him slowly and carefully like they have all the time in the world, like their work isn’t going to drain them tomorrow. And Sion will smile wide and content, bite his lip as he tries his hardest not to tell him he loves him.
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“Look, I have a request.”
Both managers stand in front of him, unamused.
“Sion, we’re scolding you.”
“Sorry, totally won’t happen again. Can we move on?” he asks with an innocent expression, smiling at both of them as they sigh.
“It can’t happen again, Sion. You can’t turn yourself into an omega twice, what are you even saying–”
“We want to share a dorm. All of us,” he starts when he feels like this isn’t going anywhere. Probably not the best time to bring it up, but the kids were insisting, “We really want to live together.”
Manager noona pinches the bridge of her nose, unresponsive. He feels like this conversation is pointless, even if he knows he did something very earth-shattering, it’s done. It didn’t even affect any of their schedules, so they literally shouldn't even care.
But they do, because Sion knows they care about him as a person, too. He just doesn’t want this to turn into a big deal; because he’s fine, everyone’s fine and life goes on.
“Let’s talk about this first,” hyung says. And then, after a deep sigh, adds, “We were worried sick about you.”
“You have to think about the consequences of your actions, there are risks to this process,” noona pipes in, “Don’t ever forget you’re a leader.”
“I’m also a person, noona,” Sion answers, a little sad, filled with the frustration of all these years of everyone around him acting like he’s a product, a thing that can’t ever complain, a former alpha whose only value was linked to his secondary gender, “I understand your point but I was miserable and, in the end, everything turned out fine. Because even if I’m leading this group, they have my back too, so I had all the support and help I needed.”
That seems to shut them up at last, and Sion is about to leave, walking away fast when he hears manager hyung talk again.
“We’ll see what we can do, about the dorm,” he says, and noona nods, both of them looking regretful.
“Yeah, thanks.”
He still walks away, to where everyone’s waiting for him. He’s drained even if their only schedule today was a fancall event, the tiredness of the heat only catching up with his body and he’s aware of how much it shows. A fan asked him today why he was wearing sunglasses to the airport and the only thing he could come up with was that he stayed up late for two days. Which he did, because he was getting pounded into the mattress by his groupmate, but of course that’s not something he can actually say.
When they get to the hotel, he doesn’t even bother waiting to sneak out to be with Daeyoung. He just asks Riku to switch, in front of the managers who just stare at the exchange without saying a word, and takes Daeyoung’s hand into his, tugging him towards his room. When they’re inside, the door closes behind them, and Sion finally breathes.
“Was it too bad?” Daeyoung finally asks, his hands on Sion’s waist in a comforting touch.
“No. Yes? I don't know.”
“I’m here if you want to talk about it, hyung. Or not. I’ll be here either way,” he says with that puppy smile of his, leaving a soft peck on his forehead.
There’s still a lot he hasn’t shared with him. He’s afraid of the ghosts of his past, the memories a haunting presence that he refuses to share. He will, eventually, when he feels less unstable and settles entirely into this new biology. Or maybe even before, because Daeyoung makes the earth under his feet stop shaking, steadies the ground and stays beside him if he needs to hold onto something. Like a tree, with deep roots and a sturdy trunk.
And he does need to hold onto something right now, burying his face on his neck, taking a deep breath as he hugs him so tight–Daeyoung meets him with the same energy back, always, never an ounce of hesitation. There’s something so big growing inside him, a feeling that chokes him but not out of anxiety, no; it’s something warm and tingly, bubbles up in his chest and makes him want to giggle. It threatens to spill out every time he feels comforted by him, every time he’s shielded from the world inside his embrace.
He doesn’t need to worry about spilling it out. At the end, they always meet each other halfway.
“Hyung,” he says right in his ear, a shaky breath leaving his lips. But he doesn't waver, “I love you.”
Sion chokes out a laugh, not even surprised at this point. “How funny, I was about to tell you the same thing.”
Daeyoung squeezes him tighter, their cheeks pressing together. His pheromones all happy, even a little seductive, making Sion dizzy with how rich it smells. It’ll be alright, as long as they have each other, the past will stay behind and there will be space for new, brighter things to grow.
“I love you too,” he adds, for good measure.