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A bottle of micellar water sits between Daeyoung’s legs. Riku is careful to only push a small amount of it onto the cotton pad between his fingers, holding Daeyoung’s jaw gently with his other hand. The cold cotton pad jolts Daeyoung awake again.
“Sleepy?” Riku asks softly. From where he’s kneeling on the floor, Daeyoung can see the last remains of his mascara clumped on the ends of his lashes. He itches to pinch the clumps away, but his hands remain folded politely in his lap. Daeyoung manages a slow nod. “Okay, okay. I can’t take off all your makeup if you fall asleep, you know?” Riku reprimands gently. He taps Daeyoung’s chin gently. “Can you stay awake for me? Just a little bit more?”
“Mm, not sleeping.”
Daeyoung’s eyelids betray him as they flutter to a close. It’s like Riku’s fingertips moving against his skin are a button for Daeyoung - one swipe and he feels so warm and comfortable that he wants to let sleep overtake him. Riku huffs from under him. “Honey,” Riku pulls out the big guns. Daeyoung blinks awake again, this time straightening his back a little. “Yah. Is that all it took?” Riku snorts under his breath.
“I like it,” Daeyoung says brazenly, reaching a hand up to toy at the necklace hanging around Riku’s neck. It’s a simple silver chain, one that matches the dangly earring on Riku’s earlobe. Daeyoung stares a little too hard at the Diesel pendant. “You only use it with me.”
“You call the other kids babies sometimes.” Sakuya and Ryo are always victim to the constant cooing and ‘baby’s that Riku hits them with. “Sion gets hyung. Yushi gets Yuu-chan. I get the best one. Honey.”
Riku giggles softly. He picks up a fresh cotton pad and presses more liquid onto it. This time, Riku moves down to Daeyoung’s nose. “Why do you like it so much?”
“Don’t know,” Daeyoung shrugs, even though he knows really well why. “I just like it. Like having something that’s only for the two of us.”
“Greedy,” Riku teases, with no real venom.
Daeyoung is, in fact, really really greedy if it comes to Riku. There’s no hiding it - Daeyoung clings onto Riku whenever he can, even if there is a camera all up in their faces. It’s like staking a claim on someone, with Daeyoung’s arms curled around Riku’s shoulders any chance he gets and the loving stares Daeyoung freely gives out. Daeyoung seriously can’t get more dog than this.
They fall into another lapse of silence. The only sound that fills the air between them is the steady gentle hum of the air vents in the bathroom. Sakuya and Ryo’s yells can be heard from right outside the door, penetrating through their very thin apartment walls. Somewhere in between it all, Sion’s booming laughter prevails through the playful arguing. Something about shoes and a bad smell - Daeyoung decides he really doesn’t want to know.
“Honey,” Riku singsongs, chuckling when Daeyoung has to blink himself awake again. “Do your eyes not close all the way when you sleep?”
“What?” Daeyoung squints drowsily down at Riku.
“Your eyes go like this,” Riku closes his eyes a little, still showing most of his white pupils as his mouth drops open into a small ‘o’. “Then your mouth opens like this.”
Daeyoung flushes, pouting at the older boy. “Hyung,” he whines. “I’m tired…”
“So puppy-like.” Riku leans back for a second to toss away the last cotton pad, anchoring himself down to the ground by gripping onto Daeyoung’s knees. He stretches over to the bin under the sink as Daeyoung shamlessly rakes his eyes all over his figure. Even through the sleepy haze of his own drowsiness, Daeyoung finds it within himself to drool a little over his hyung. The black tank top doesn’t hide much, dropping down to give Daeyoung a peek of his chest. He doesn’t miss the fresh purple marks dotting along his collarbone. They’d gotten quite the earful from their stylist for it. “Okay, you’re done. Good job, puppy.”
It shouldn’t make the hairs on his arms rise, but it does. Daeyoung pulls Riku back by his hands suddenly, jolting Riku’s upper body into his lap. He yelps loudly and it’s quickly silenced by Daeyoung’s lips on his. Daeyoung kisses like he’s hungry, as if he wasn’t just nodding off a few minutes ago. Riku makes a questioning sound, muffled by Daeyoung prying Riku’s jaw open with his thumb.
The angle is awkward - Riku’s neck straining as he shuffles on his knees to get closer to Daeyoung. They’re entangled around weirdly, Daeyoung’s hands cupped around Riku’s jaw while Riku had his arms laid out on Daeyoung’s lap. Daeyoung slips his tongue into Riku’s mouth. “Puppy,” Riku breathes out, pulling away a little just to pout up at Daeyoung. “My neck hurts.”
Daeyoung screws his eyes shut as the pet name echoes infinitely in his head. Puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy. He whines into Riku’s lips. “Do you want to get up here?”
“Thought you were tired?” Riku teases playfully.
There’s a heavy weight growing in Daeyoung’s sweatpants. He doesn’t have it in him to look at Riku as his boyfriend’s eyes dart down to his pants. “Actually don’t.. get up here…”
“Oh,” Riku blinks, his cat-like eyes zeroing on the center of Daeyoung’s grey sweats. His stare only eggs Daeyoung on as he feels himself grow even harder. “He’s not tired.”
“It’ll go away,” Daeyoung mumbles. He caresses the side of Riku’s face gently. “We need to sleep. It’s late.”
Riku chews on the inside of his cheek. “What was it? That made you hard?”
Oh God. Daeyoung wishes the toilet seat underneath him would open up and swallow him like a vacuum. His hands drop to his lap, trying to cover up his bulge.
“Hyung…”
“If you like it,” Riku whispers. “I want to know.”
He wraps his fingers around Daeyoung’s wrist, pulling them away from his lap. When Daeyoung still refuses to meet his eyes, Riku forces his away into his sight. He peers up at Daeyoung with nothing but pure love, clear of any judgement.
To be fair, Riku’s always looking at him like that. “You take care of me so well,” Riku prods gently. “I want to take care of you too.”
“It’s.. it’s nothing,” Daeyoung refuses to confess. Yet, he knows Riku already has an idea of what has got him all riled up. Riku’s not stupid, anyway.
“It’s puppy, isn’t it?”
Daeyoung’s cock literally jumps to life. Riku smiles sleazily and the corners of his lips reaches to his ears. He groans, shame filling him just as his lust does.
“Why are you shy about it?” Riku asks softly. He reaches up to pull Daeyoung’s head towards him, placing a gentle kiss right beside his ear. Riku tests the waters a little. “My puppy.”
“Ah, hyung,” Daeyoung gulps. “Don’t…”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Riku slides a hand down to the strings on Daeyoung’s sweats. He pulls the knot loose, instantly digging his fingertips into the waistbands. “My puppy has nothing to be shy about, hm? I want my puppy to feel good.”
When Riku dips his hand into Daeyoung’s briefs, he finds Daeyoung already leaking and hardening in his palm. He brings Daeyoung’s cock out and looks down at it hungrily, like he can’t wait to devour Daeyoung whole. Daeyoung spreads his legs open as he wiggles his sweats down his thighs. Riku doesn’t let him pull them all the way down, just enough to kneel over his lap and tease Daeyoung over the bottom of his lip.
The plushness of Riku’s lip barely grazes his tip, yet it’s enough for Daeyoung to drip more precum. “Wanna suck you off,” Riku mumbles hungrily. His eyelashes flutter prettily as he peers up at Daeyoung. “Can I, puppy?”
Daeyoung nods frantically, diving his fingers into Riku’s silky black hair.
Right from the moment Riku places his lips around his cock, Daeyoung knows he’s a goner. He has to stifle his own whimpers as he tosses an arm to cover his mouth, sighing as Riku’s warm mouth wraps around him.
Daeyoung’s a giver - which is perfect since Riku loves to take from Daeyoung. Loves to lean on him when things are difficult, loves to let his younger boyfriend pamper him all he wants, loves to just sit back and let Daeyoung do whatever he can to make him feel good. Daeyoung never asks for himself - which is also the one thing that frustrates Riku to no end.
It doesn’t take long for the crescendo of his climax to come up. Soft but muffled whines come rolling out of Daeyoung’s mouth, his eyes screwed shut again. Riku uses his hand to cover what his mouth can’t, lubricated by all of the slick of Riku’s spit and precum. Daeyoung’s hips move unconsciously, lifting up and up and up until he forces the tip of his cock deep into Riku’s throat. It’s all so warm and wet and hot that Daeyoung loses all of his braincells. He forgets himself until Riku gags loudly, instantly snapping him conscious.
Daeyoung tries to pull back, apologies already firing out of him when Riku frowns, swatting his hands away. He looks at Daeyoung through his lashes, shaking his head microscopically. It’s okay. I’m okay.
In fact, he forces Daeyoung down deeper.
“Hyung!” Daeyoung hisses, his hips bucking up. “Y-You.. Don’t force yourself, ah!”
Riku only hums in response, his eyes fluttering to a close as he tilts his head back to release Daeyoung’s angry red cock. He breathes heavily when he comes up, his voice is all wrecked and raspy when he speaks. “Puppy,” he says hoarsely. “Feel good, puppy?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Daeyoung curses, his thigh flinching when Riku kisses under his tip. “I like it so much, hyung. I.. I love you.”
“Mm, I love you too, Daeyoung-ah,” Riku has the nerve to laugh. Daeyoung flinches again when Riku spreads his spit and precum around his tip. “Are you close?”
Daeyoung thinks he was ready to cum about five minutes ago, when Riku was only peering up at him with his shining eyes. He nods, sinking his fingers further into Riku’s scalp. “Love you, hyung,” Daeyoung says desperately, like a prayer. It could be, because Riku is his lover, his partner for life, his God all in one. “Love you. Love you so much.”
“Cum on my face?” Riku asks softly, tapping Daeyoung’s cock against his lips.
He does just that - the rubber band in the pits of his stomach snaps right when Riku jerks him off against his lips. Riku’s face is instantly painted in white, some of it catching on his closed eyes, on his nose, on his cheeks. Daeyoung groans, forcing a fist into his mouth as he bucks up against Riku’s face.
Riku doesn’t speak until Daeyoung regains back his consciousness. He slumps against the toilet, his legs turning into jelly. He fumbles blindly for Riku, who has already risen to his feet. There’s the sound of Riku’s giggles floating into his ears and a familiar weight on his lap. Riku leans over him, thighs bracketing his own. “Look at me,” Riku whispers, tilting Daeyoung’s jaw to face him. “Can you lick it off me? You’re a good puppy for me, right?”
Daeyoung nods tiredly, craning his neck a little to place his lips over Riku’s skin. He tastes himself on his tongue as he laps up his own cum. It should be gross and disgusting, by taste - it is. He’s slightly bitter and he smells his own muskiness, but it has Riku grinding his hips against his thighs. So, Daeyoung licks at a fervor he’s never done before. Daeyoung places a weak hand down at Riku’s crotch and palms him.
“Good puppy,” Riku moans under his breath, clutching onto Daeyoung’s shoulders for dear life.
He doesn’t even need to touch his cock before Riku comes in his pants. He whimpers prettily like he always does, sounding like the best piece of music Daeyoung’s ever heard in his life. Daeyoung snakes his arms around Riku’s middle, burying his nose into Riku’s neck. While trying to still catch his own breath, Daeyoung pats him soothingly on the back.
“Hyung?” Daeyoung whispers, only after what seems like five minutes pass.
“Huh?”
“Thank you,” he mutters, kissing the sweat-stained skin on Riku’s neck. “For not finding it weird.”
Riku chuckles tiredly. “Love you, my puppy.”
(There’s a hesitant knock at the door.
“You guys,” Yushi’s voice comes from the other side. “I.. I uh, need to pee.”
Riku doesn’t move from Daeyoung’s lap. “Go to the other dorm.”
There’s a brief silence before Yushi sighs loudly.
“I need to move out,” Yushi grumbles to himself. “They’re having sex on the toilet. No decorum at all.”
Daeyoung forgets to stifle his laughter.)