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“Did you hear about Kim Daeyoung?”
Sion tries his best not to react. He's in the middle of the team's training, just stopping a little to catch his breath by the side lines, looking for his water bottle. He didn't mean to hear it, but the girls gossiping over at the bleachers were just a little too loud and his ears were trained to catch that specific name on random conversations around school. What can he say? He loves knowing what people think of his dog and how they are usually so wrong about him.
So he hangs around a little, leans against the fence and drinks his water the slowest he can get away with.
“That tall guy with the glasses? What about him?” the other girl questions.
“Apparently Kim Minjeong from our class confessed to him this week and now they're dating.”
Sion almost chokes on his water. What the fuck? He didn't hear anything about that. Daeyoung? Dating? A girl? Well, Sion doesn't know if he's gay, but with Daeyoung's… preferences, he didn't think he'd be interested in girls. Or anyone that's not Sion, for that matter. He shouldn't be.
“Really? That's unexpected. I think he's cute, though. That nerdy vibe suits him well. Plus, he's super tall.”
“I know right? He seems like those guys who act all shy and cutesy, but are secretly super manly and sexy or something.” the girl snickers.
Sion wants to laugh. See? That's why he loves to eavesdrop on people, they always misread Daeyoung completely. That's why he doesn't buy the whole “Daeyoung dating a girl” thing. He would never, Sion knows him too well.
“Plus, someone said they caught them in a very compromising position behind that old school building. There's even a pic.”
Sion frowns at that.
“What? Do you have it?”
Before the other girl can answer, Sion decides to do something a little stupid. He turns in his heels and walks to where the two girls are sitting, standing in front of them behind the fence.
“Hey, you two.” he calls. Both girls turn to him, clearly surprised and a little flustered. Sion just has this effect on people. “Where did you get that info? About Kim Daeyoung?”
Those two girls, if they're as deeply invested in high school gossip as they seem to be, probably know about Sion's weird relationship with Daeyoung, at least the bullying part. So they exchange worried looks and take too long to answer. Sion keeps staring at them, determined to not move until he gets his answer.
“Uh, I just heard it from my classmate.” one of them says, and by her voice Sion knows she's the one who spoke first.
“Sure. And what about that picture you mentioned? Do you have that?” He knows this is an odd situation. The Baseball team's vice-captain suddenly questioning two random girls he had never seen in his life about some nerd's dating rumor. But it's not like he cares.
“Ah, I don't have it, but my friend showed it to me. I saw it with my own eyes.” she says, a hand over her chest as if she swears she's telling the truth.
Sion huffs, bites his lips. Could it really be? Would Daeyoung be brave and stupid enough to suddenly start dating someone and just not tell Sion? Sure, they technically don't have anything official – whatever that means with a relationship like theirs – but he never took Daeyoung for the type to two-time someone.
“Are you 100% sure it was Kim Daeyoung?” Sion asks the girl.
“Well, not 100%, it was taken from far away. But I do know that Minjeong confessed to him, everybody saw that.”
Sion is about to speak again when his coach starts screaming for him to get back on the field. Sion clicks his tongue, annoyed. He stares at the two girls, annoyed with their existence simply because they brought the information that would ruin his day to him. They both shrink into themselves, clearly not sure what to do and confused under Sion's irritated gaze.
He spends the rest of his training sulking and throws balls so hard at his teammates they start complaining.
Daeyoung is packing away his materials, his mind wandering to his upcoming tests. He should double the time he spends studying at home, not that he thinks he needs it, but just to be sure, his position as first in the class won’t maintain itself.
His classmates have mostly left when Riku comes up to him with a charming smile. Daeyoung smiles back at him.
“Daeyoungie~” he says, voice overly sugary the way he uses it when he's about to ask for something.
Daeyoung and Riku are friends. Not the closest of friends, but close enough that they can hold comfortable conversations for a while. Daeyoung doesn't really have any real friends, not the type to go over to each other’s house and share secrets. So Riku doesn’t really know Daeyoung, and he’s fine with it. Besides, he knows Riku only pays attention to him because Daeyoung helps him study.
“Yes?”
“Are you free this afternoon? I'm a little scared of that Math test on friday and wanted to study a bit with you.” he asks, batting his eyelashes in a way that probably works to persuade people because of his looks.
Now Riku is extremely beautiful and Daeyoung can see that, it's just that to him there's one single person who's more beautiful than anyone else in the world and Daeyoung wouldn't trade him for anything. So Riku didn’t really need to do all that, since it would never work on him.
Daeyoung is about to answer Riku's request when a whistle cuts through the air, the kind of whistle you use to get a dog's attention. Daeyoung immediately perks up, turns his body in the direction of the sound to find the single most beautiful person to ever exist standing at his classroom's entrance. Sion has his arms crossed over his chest, he's wearing his baseball uniform, arms partially exposed and pants that hug his legs nicely. Daeyoung tries not to react too much to the sight, although he fails with the way his eyes glint. Riku's presence is completely forgotten.
Sion clicks his tongue and moves his head to the side, indicating for Daeyoung to come and follow him and he immediately moves, eyes focused on Sion. But then Riku's hand grabs his arm gently, and Daeyoung stops as he finally remembers him.
“Daeyoung-ah. You didn’t answer me.” he says, his eyes falling on Sion with an expression that Daeyoung could only interpret as annoyance.
“Oh. Uh. I’m not sure.” Daeyoung says, getting nervous about making Sion wait.
“Yah. Kim Daeyoung.” Sion’s sharp voice echoes through the room. Daeyoung quickly turns to him, he sounds angry and Daeyoung feels the hairs on his arms stand. “Let’s go. I have something to ask you.”
“O–okay, hyung.” he frees his arm from Riku’s grip and remembers to give his classmate an answer “I’m sorry, Riku-ssi, I can’t study with you today.” he speaks as he walks away, doesn't even look at Riku for two whole seconds before he’s turning and following Sion to God knows where.
Riku stays there, stunned. He can't even begin to imagine how that weird dynamic of them works and it sort of scared him.
Sion drags a clumsy Daeyoung to the storage room near the baseball court. Since he's the team's vice-captain, he has the key and knows that there should be no one around for at least three hours.
He pushes Daeyoung against the shelves and cages him between his arms, their small height difference doing nothing to stop Sion from having the upper hand, as always. Daeyoung stares down at him with shining expectant eyes, he wasn't expecting Sion to talk to him today, especially since there were no baseball games nor exams this week and the chances of Sion being stressed were lower. He was happy, either way.
“Is it true?” Sion asks, voice stone cold. Daeyoung blinks.
“Is what true?” he genuinely has no idea what Sion could be talking about, actually, they don't usually talk about much when they're together like this. It's a surprise how Sion hasn't punched him yet.
“Did you get a girlfriend?” he grits his teeth as he speaks.
Daeyoung frowns. The whole situation is a first for him, he had never had that kind of attention from Sion before, where he wants to know something about Daeyoung, where a decision Daeyoung makes has any effect on Sion's life whatsoever. He's a little lost and a little overwhelmed, doesn't know what to do with himself, for the first time he's genuinely worried about what to say to his hyung.
“N–no?” He knows he doesn't sound confident even though he's being genuine, that's why it doesn't exactly come as a surprise when he feels the impact of Sion's hand against his cheek, hard enough to make a loud sound. Daeyoung's head rolls to the side, the familiar sting bringing some kind of comfort to him.
“Think harder, Daeyoung.” Sion grabs his face and turns it so they're facing each other. “Did a girl confess to you?”
Sion's fingers clench against Daeyoung's cheeks and he whimpers a little, his body starting to react on instinct to Sion's aggressiveness. He tries to concentrate, Sion is still waiting for his answer. Earlier this week a girl came up to him and told him he was cute and asked if he wanted to give them a chance. Right, that did happen, but how did Sion know? Why would he know and why would he care?
“Answer me.”
“I–I–Yes?”
Another slap. Daeyoung whines and Sion grabs his face again.
“Why are you asking me?” Sion grunts, shaking Daeyoung's head from side to side, his fingers pressing enough to hurt. “Are you dating her now? Did you fuck her?”
Daeyoung's eyes widen. Such absurd things to say, how could he ever? He's a loyal dog, he would never spare a glance at anyone else when he belongs to Oh Sion entirely.
“W–what? No! I have no interest in anyone that's not hyung!” he says, a little too loudly, maybe that's why Sion hits him again. Daeyoung is glad, he's always happy to receive Sion's feelings, whatever they are.
Sion grabs Daeyoung by the hair, holds his head in place and points a finger to his face. Daeyoung swallows around nothing, his legs feel weak and his pants feel tight, it's the first time Sion's anger seems to be targeted at him and not at anything that happened in his life. And it scares him as much as it makes him aroused. He would never want to provoke Sion's anger on purpose, but he can't say this situation doesn't bring him some wicked new excitement.
“You better not be lying to me.” he pushes his pointer finger into Daeyoung's cheek.
“I would never lie to hyung.” Daeyoung answers, eyes heavy on Sion's, not an ounce of hesitation in them.
Sion huffs. He knows Daeyoung is being a hundred percent sincere, he doesn't even know why he doubted him to begin with, Daeyoung is not the type of guy who could be in a normal relationship with some normal girl, not with the way his pupils are dilated and Sion can feel his boner against his thigh. All because Sion was hitting and threatening him.
When he woke up this morning, Sion wasn't really planning on seeing Daeyoung, but after the unpleasant information he received during practice, he made an extra effort and decided to prepare himself to give Daeyoung a lesson, regardless of what Daeyoung would tell him. So when Sion turns and pushes Daeyoung's big body over some mats on the floor, he has a clear goal in mind.
Daeyoung falls uselessly against the floor, a second before Sion climbs over him, sitting directly over Daeyoung's fully hard dick. He moans loudly, his hands grasping onto nothing at his sides, he wants to touch Sion but he wouldn't dare do that without explicit permission.
Sion starts unbuttoning his baseball jersey, Daeyoung sucks in a breath, one hand fixing his glasses as he watches in awe as Sion's fingers move to take the buttons out of their buttonholes. Daeyoung normally only gets to see his torso when he just finished training and takes off his shirt to show off. Everybody knows Sion is a shown off and Daeyoung couldn't be more grateful for that, but it's rare for him to take off any piece of clothing when they're together, usually opting for only lowering his pants and using his dick however he likes on Daeyoung.
So it's only fair that Daeyoung feels like he's about to faint. His heart beating so fast he's afraid he will die when Sion finishes opening the jersey, sliding it down his shoulders until his torso is bare. He takes the cloth in his hands and throws it at Daeyoung's face. The younger boy is quick to grab the piece of fabric, squeezing it between his fingers and deeply inhaling Sion's scent off of it, his mouth watering immediately. Sion rolls his eyes, pathetic.
“You want a girlfriend, Daeyoung-ah?” he asks, tone dry, he's still upset, it's stronger than him. His hands moving down to start unbuttoning his own pants. Daeyoung forgets to answer, too busy looking at Sion's movements. So Sion gets pissed and slaps him. He normally doesn't hit Daeyoung too much on his face but he's irritated at him today. “Answer me.”
“What? N–no, hyung.” he whines the words out, his cheek is stinging from the amount of times Sion hit him, but not as much as his cock is throbbing under Sion's weight.
“Oh yeah?” Sion moves to shake off his pants and underwear at the same time in an awkward motion, but his lack of grace is irrelevant in the face of his body being exposed in a way Daeyoung had never seen before, his breathing growing frantic and eyes watering at the mere sight of Sion's naked body.
Daeyoung admires through blurry eyes and dirty lenses the extent of Sion's long legs, thighs toned from exercising, his narrow waist and his bony hips, his arms and stomach well defined and small brown nipples adorning a luscious chest. Daeyoung could pass out any moment now.
When Sion gets closer again, he sits on Daeyoung's clothed dick so hard his eyes roll back. Sion grabs his face and forces him to look back at him again. The view is absolutely insane, a naked Oh Sion sitting on his lap, and angrily looking down at him sounds like something directly out of Daeyoung's wet dreams.
“You don't wish you could fuck a girl?” Sion asks. He hasn't smiled at Daeyoung once ever since they got there, and he remains serious as he asks that, moving his hips over Daeyoung slowly. It's torture and Daeyoung is so into it.
“N–no, no, no.” he shakes his head as much as Sion’s fingers allow him. “I only want S–Sion hyung.” his voice cracks as he feels Sion move again.
“Yeah?” Sion lifts his hips, kneeling over Daeyoung, and grabs one of his hands, aggressively pulling it close and down his own body, Daeyoung's hand goes between his legs, breath caught on his throat, and then his long fingers come into contact with Sion's most private part.
And then Daeyoung comes. He squeezes his eyes and bites his lips hard enough to draw blood. The moment he touched Sion's hole, wet with what he believes is lubricant, he was done for, coming inside his pants untouched at the mere thought of Sion's hole, wet and awaiting. Sion had let Daeyoung fuck him once, out of curiosity. He called Daeyoung useless for not managing to last two whole minutes, and said he did a better job with his own fingers than Daeyoung's useless dick. It was one of the best days of his life, but he never really thought he would get another opportunity.
“What the fuck, Daeyoung, I can't believe you came already.”
And maybe now he blew it anyway.
Sion is pissed, he yanks Daeyoung's pants down to see the mess for himself. Grabs Daeyoung's limp dick with disdain, cum staining his fingers. “You useless fucking dog, what girl would even want you when you're this pathetic?”
Daeyoung feels tears pooling in his eyes, his lips trembling. The mere thought of being with anyone that's not Sion makes him sick to his stomach.
“But I–I don't want anyone else b–but Sion hyung." He whines, blinks twice and tears fall from his eyes.
Sion grunts, irritated. He grabs Daeyoung's dick and starts stroking it using the cum smeared over it. Daeyoung hisses from overstimulation, but doesn't make any moves to get away.
“You better get hard again right now.” Sion grits his teeth, leveling Daeyoung with an annoyed look. Then, he says the words that would be burned into Daeyoung's brain for the rest of his life “Don't you wanna fuck hyung's pussy?”
Daeyoung moans high on his throat, tears still falling from his eyes as he feels his head spin, Sion's hand keeps moving despite Daeyoung's painful whines until he's fully hard again. It takes much less time than Sion thought it would, but he needs to remember never to underestimate Daeyoung. A statement that proves itself true once again when Sion looks back up to see… blood sliding from Daeyoung's nostril.
Holy shit.
He had only ever seen this happen in anime, almost can't believe his eyes as he reaches out to touch Daeyoung's philtrum, his finger getting stained with the red fluid. For the first time since they got there, Sion feels himself smile. His face splitting in a fascinated grin as he rubs his fingers together.
Daeyoung feels his chest tight. He loved being the target of Sion's anger until now, but seeing him open that familiar wicked smile that makes him look even sexier brings him indescribable joy.
“Fuck, you're unbelievable.” Sion says. He smears Daeyoung's blood over the younger boy's lips, to which he responds with a timid lick. Sion slaps him again and smiles at the small blood stain he leaves on his flushed cheek, two more tears sliding from his eyes behind crooked glasses.
Sion holds his face with one hand, making Daeyoung look into his eyes.
“Daeyoung-ah, you can never get a girlfriend, you hear me?” Daeyoung sniffs and nods quickly. Sion uses his other hand to hold Daeyoung's dick, raising his hips until the head catches on his wet and stretched entrance. Daeyoung sucks in a breath, his heart about to jump out of his chest as Sion puts the smallest pressure downwards. “Nobody would want a pathetic dog like you. The only hole you will ever put that useless dick inside is mine, okay?” He dictates the words in a low voice, squeezes Daeyoung's cheeks hard again. “Say you understand.”
Daeyoung is still crying when he answers, voice shaking.
“I–I understand, h–hyung!”
Sion smiles, lets go of his face and leans back a little.
“Good.”
His hips press down. Daeyoung's head pops inside and Sion bites his lips. Even with Daeyoung's cum making the slide easier, Sion forgot he is annoyingly bigger than average and that he himself rarely ever does that. Besides, he had to prepare alone in a bathroom stall with a lubed condom he got from one of his teammates just minutes before this, so it wasn't his best performance. Either way, he sucks it up and forces his body down further, Daeyoung sobs below him, his big hands are still uselessly scrambling by his sides, so Sion grabs them and puts them on his hips.
“So u–useless you can't even touch me properly.” Sion's voice is trembling, it hurts a little more than he was expecting, but he would rather die than tell Daeyoung he is too big.
When Sion bottoms out, Daeyoung squeezes his hands on his hips bruisingly hard, accidentally reminding him of how strong he is and how he could probably beat Sion in a fight if he put his mind into it. This is one of Sion's favorite sensations, knowing how Daeyoung is completely at his mercy even though he's bigger and stronger, knowing he somehow was able to wrap an invisible collar around Daeyoung's thick neck and that if Sion asked him to get on all fours and follow him around the school for all the world to see, he's positive Daeyoung would agree without a second thought.
“Don't you dare come too fast.” Is what Sion says before he's moving his hips up and back down.
Daeyoung throws his head back, moans louder than ever as Sion moves over him, his walls rubbing Daeyoung's length, so tight and warm it makes him dizzy. He already knows he's not going to last long and Sion will get mad at him again. Tears roll down the corner of his eyes, he tries his best to concentrate and not come too soon, avoiding looking at Sion. But the other reads it as disobedience and smacks a hand on top of his head, forcing his face down by the hair so Daeyoung is facing his angry expression again.
His gaze slides down against his will. All it takes is a look at where Sion's hole stretches around his dick, and then at Sion's own hard cock, bouncing with his movements and it’s over. Daeyoung’s nails dig into Sion's sides as he comes again, this time inside Sion, stuffing him full before Sion can even begin to enjoy the feeling of Daeyoung inside him.
Sion stops moving. He fully sits on Daeyoung's lap, feeling as the younger boy twitches inside him, the feeling of being full of cum leaving Sion nothing but uncomfortable, annoyed and, most importantly, still unsatisfied.
He sighs loudly, rubs his temples with his fingers. Below him, Daeyoung is shaking, eyes shining with regret and shame as he looks up at Sion.
“Daeyoung-ah.” Sion says, voice firm. Daeyoung winces when Sion moves up, letting his dick slide from inside him, a white thread connecting his entrance to Daeyoung's cock. He sighs again. “Fuck. What did I fucking tell you!?” Sion closes his hand in a fist and swings it against Daeyoung's ribs.
Daeyoung whines painfully, chokes a little on his own spit.
“I'm sorry, hyung. I'm so sorry.” he cries out. Tries not to look at where his cum is starting to slide down Sion's thighs, he doesn't deserve to see such beautiful things when he's been nothing but bad to Sion.
Sion rolls his eyes.
“You're such a bad dog, you know that?” Sion moves swiftly, pulling Daeyoung's pants completely off and pushing his legs apart before kneeling between them. He reaches down to scoop Daeyoung's cum from where it slides down his inner tigh, takes the white fluid in one hand and grabs one of Daeyoung's legs by the back of his knee on the other. He reaches down until he finds Daeyoung's hole, lightly pressing his fingers there “Now I'm gonna have to use your disgusting hole to get off.”
Daeyoung sobs, he moves his hips closer to Sion's fingers on instinct, his free leg spasming in anticipation. Sion rolls his eyes but can't hold back the grin on his face, now this is friendly territory. Although Daeyoung doesn't deserve to be happily fucked by Sion, he's also extremely pent-up at that moment and needs to give Daeyoung's useless existence a purpose.
So he presses two fingers in at once, making Daeyoung arch a little and hiss in pain.
“Huh. You're tighter than usual.” Sion observes, uses his other hand to get more cum from inside him and messily smear it onto his fingers pushing inside Daeyoung.
“B–because I didn't know hyung would want me today.” he answers, voice trembling, face contorted in clear pain, his nails scratch at the mat underneath them.
“Tsk. Such an idiot.” Sion moves his fingers carelessly, getting annoyed at the resistance he gets. It almost feels like the first time he fucked Daeyoung's virgin hole. “You should always be ready for me. Got it?”
Daeyoung nods, biting his bottom lip and making the almost dried blood there start slowly flowing out again. Sion looks him in the eyes as he spits in his hole. Despite the amount of bodily fluids being used as lubricant, it's still incredibly painful and Daeyoung gets hard for the third time without problem. Sion scoffs and slaps Daeyoung's cock, making the younger boy moan loudly.
When Sion pulls out his fingers, they both know it's not enough and that it's gonna hurt like hell, but neither of them cares as Sion aligns his hard cock with Daeyoung's entrance, spitting again as he forces the head inside. Daeyoung bites his hand, his eyes rolling back as he feels himself being ripped open, the painful sting starting in his hole and spreading through his whole body. It hurts so good, especially since it's his Sion hyung hurting him from the inside.
“Fuck, you're so fucking tight.” Sion holds both of Daeyoung's thighs as he pushes inside all at once, making Daeyoung scream into his hand. Saliva slides around his fingers and his cock immediately leaks precum at the sharp pain.
As Sion starts moving, their noises become louder. Sion starts panting hard, smiling as Daeyoung's moans get louder and break with every thrust.
“See, Daeyoungie? That's why you can never get a girlfriend.” Sion says. He makes an extra effort to fink his nails into Daeyoung's thighs until he's certain it will leave a mark. Daeyoung can only moan, eyes trying to stay focused on the beautiful image of Sion fucking him. “No one but me can give you what you need.”
Sion leans closer, towering over Daeyoung's bigger body. He lets go of one of his thighs to bring his hand up and wrap it around Daeyoung's throat. The mere contact of Sion’s fingers against the skin of his neck is enough to make his eyes tear up again. Daeyoung tilts his head back a little, exposing more of his neck to Sion.
“You perverted dog.” Sion whispers, leaning down and sinking his teeth on Daeyoung's neck.
“S–Sion hyung!” Daeyoung whimpers as he comes for the third time in the last thirty minutes, his cum thin and scarse. Sion huffs against his neck, still not letting go as Daeyoung's insides squeeze him deliciously.
Sion doesn't stop moving even as Daeyoung keeps crying, overstimulated to the maximum. He leans back up and moves his hips in a steady rhythm, seeking to feel good with no regards for Daeyoung's well-being, he knows Daeyoung won't mind. He never does. In fact, he will love it like the freaky he is.
It doesn't take too long, though. The image of a completely wrecked Daeyoung, whining low on his throat, looking powerless and on the verge of passing out is more than enough to push Sion to the edge. And what makes him even more amazed than the fact that Daeyoung makes absolutely no move to resist or ask him to stop, is that he never stops looking at Sion. Even when his eyes feel like they're about to shut from exhaustion, he always gives his all to keep them open and watch Sion's every move. It should be creepy, but it just turns him on even more. That's why Sion does what he does. Every time he looks at Daeyoung he can't help but want to ruin him for everyone else, in a way that he would need Sion for the rest of his life, would follow him and keep looking at him like that even as Sion despised him and spat on his face.
So far, he thinks he's doing a great job. Not that he had to do much to begin with, Daeyoung has been a freak since day one, and that's what makes him perfect.
When Sion is close, he raises his hand one more time, dropping his open palm on Daeyoung's less bruised cheek, his glasses finally falling off and face turning to the side, sluggish. Sion holds his chin, hooks two fingers behind his bottom teeth and holds his mouth open wide, making Daeyoung's whines sound even louder.
“Want a treat, puppy?” he asks, devilish amusement in his breathless voice. Daeyoung nods as best as he can, eager as always.
Sion smirks and spits into Daeyoung's willing tongue, watches as his eyes roll back at the sole sensation of Sion's saliva in his own mouth. He clenches around Sion impossibly tight, and it's enough to bring Sion to his climax. He grips Daeyoung's neck as he comes, throws his head back and snaps his hips rhythmlessly into the younger boy until he stops cumming.
He stares at the ceiling for a while, trying to catch his breath, fingers slowly loosening where they grip Daeyoung's throat.
When Sion looks down, he's greeted with Daeyoung's smiling face, his eyes half closed and chest heaving, there's blood on his lips, on his nose, the smallest bruises fresh on his cheeks and a nasty obvious bite mark on his neck, his uniform is crumbled and dirty, there's cum all over his stomach where his shirt rode up, and nail marks on his thighs. He's a mess, but has the audacity to smile as if it's Christmas day and he just got exactly what he asked from Santa.
And that's exactly why Sion likes him so much.
He pulls out slowly, chuckles when Daeyoung snaps his eyes at him and makes the saddest lost puppy expression he has ever seen because Sion is leaving him.
“Fuck, Daeyoung. Look at the mess you made.” Sion grunts, annoyed as if they are not in this situation because of him.
“S–Sorry, hyung.” Daeyoung sits up, his face contorting as he feels his whole body sore. But any physical discomfort is overshadowed by the fact that here's probably not a single place in him right now that doesn't carry a trace of Sion. He loves it.
They clean up poorly with the napkins Daeyoung carries in his backpack, because he's a handy boy like that. Sion grimaces when he can still feel traces of Daeyoung's cum inside him as he walks to grab his stuff from where he left it on the floor. Daeyoung feels the exact same sensation as he gets up, but can only feel accomplishment at the realization. He loves being able to still feel Sion in some way even when they’re no longer touching.
As usual, Sion fishes out his phone and opens the front camera to check himself out. When he deems himself decent enough, he turns to Daeyoung. And, as always, he looks so much worse than Sion it's kind of funny. The bruises on his face are easy to justify to anyone, but there's the huge bite mark on his neck and Sion is not sure how he's gonna hide or explain that.
He grabs Daeyoung's face with one hand, squeezes his cheeks between his fingers and snaps a picture of his stupid face, eyes looking directly at the camera, the angle tilted up a little so it reminds Sion of how he looks when he sucks his dick. He grins at the result, this is going into his dog’s folder.
“Daeyoung-ah.” Sion calls. Daeyoung immediately fixes his posture and waits. “What would you do if I got a girlfriend?”
Daeyoung inhales sharply. Seems to reflect on it for a minute as Sion waits for his answer.
“Hm. I don’t know? What would hyung want me to do?” He says and Sion frowns. “But I-I mean, if hyung was happy, I would be happy too.”
“Yeah? What if I wanted to fuck you even though I had a girlfriend?” Sion crosses his arms over his chest, not happy with Daeyoung's boring and predictable answer.
“O–oh, then,” he smiles shyly, one hand scratching his nape. “I'd be really happy hyung was thinking about me.”
Sion scoffs, thinks he looks fucking ridiculous.
“What if I get married? What if I get a family?” Sion walks up to him, a finger poking his chest hard enough that he stumbles backward a little. “Would you be my little side bitch, huh?”
Daeyoung gulps, bites his lip, trying not to smile too hard. Sounds like heaven.
“Y–yeah.” he sighs, clearly excited with the idea of Sion still thinking about him even if he had someone else. “I will wait for hyung, no matter what.”
Sion laughs, hiccupy and genuine. He's incredulous.
“Hah, you're fucking insane, you know that?” Sion says, laughing even more when Daeyoung's eyes widen and shine, amazed by Sion’s laugh.
Sion gives Daeyoung's cheek a light tap before he walks over to the storage room door.
“I’ll be going now.” he opens the door and turns to Daeyoung. “Make sure to cover that up, yeah?” he points at Daeyoung's neck. The idea of leaving it exposed to let everyone know Daeyoung has an owner is tempting, but Sion knows better. “Bye, puppy.”
And then he leaves.
Daeyoung stays frozen for god knows how long, his mind replaying the moment Sion laughed so beautifully and then called him “puppy”. Not “dog”, but “puppy”. He feels his face contorting, not even sure of what emotion to feel, his heart beating fast enough to be concerning. His knees fail him and he stays crouched down in the middle of the room for minutes, trying to contain his smile biting his lip, the iron taste of blood almost unnoticed after tasting it for so long. Had he not come three times just a while ago, he would probably get hard again just thinking of Sion's smile.
He’s not sure how long he stayed there when the door to the storage room opens. Daeyoung snaps his head up, his eyes crossing with a random underclassman. He quickly gets up on his feet and the guy's eyes scan over his bruises and fall to Daeyoung's neck, who quickly remembers what's there and flies a hand up to cover it up.
“S–sorry.” it's all Daeyoung says as he bows and runs out of the small room.
The guy stares at his back as he goes.
The next week, there's a rumor going around that Daeyoung had sex with a girl at a storage room and that she's apparently wild enough to leave insane marks on his neck. It doesn't help that Daeyoung uses a patch on his throat for four whole days, claiming he fell and hit his neck on the kitchen counter.
Sion only rolls his eyes at the stupid rumors, but it doesn't annoy him this time, since he knows very well who did that to Daeyoung. He will let them talk.