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Sion Oh is a dream. At least, in Daeyoung’s very professional and very unbiased opinion.
Daeyoung doesn’t really know how he lucked out and managed to cuff one of South Korea’s most beautiful creations ever, but he sure mumbles a small ‘thank you’ prayer for him every night before bed.
His boyfriend (boyfriend!!!!!! Daeyoung still can’t believe it) is gorgeous, that is without any doubt in the world. When Daeyoung first introduced him to Yushi, he remembers the way Yushi’s cheeks instantly flushed. Showing off Sion to his mother through a few Instagram photos also stroked his pride a little. She instantly squealed and hid her gasp behind her hands, heart already soaring at the idea of such a pretty son in law. When they took that one trip to New York over winter break and walked mindlessly through Broadway, Daeyoung counted too many heads that turned to look at his boyfriend. He tightened his grip on Sion’s hand a little then, eventually snaking his arm around Sion’s waist instead.
Of course, his beauty isn’t the only thing that Daeyoung thinks is great.
HIs boyfriend is funny. Playful. Kind. Warm. Loving. Hardworking. Dedicated. Diligent.
Sion Oh is also a dream because after a few squirts of lube and two fingers, he’s barely loose enough to let Daeyoung in. Sion’s room is bathed in his dim purple light, the sound of Daniel Caesar crooning in the background softly. Daeyoung looks up from the cavern of Sion’s thighs as he feels a harsh tug on the roots of his hair. “Huh?”
“Fuck,” Sion’s chest rises up and down frantically, his own blonde hair a dishevelled mess. Right below his bottom lip, there’s a bright red indent. Teeth marks. “Just - shit.. just put it in, baby.”
There aren’t many instances where Daeyoung ever holds the upper hand in this relationship, so with his cheek pressed against Sion’s bare thigh, Daeyoung has the nerve to smile smugly. “Now? I don’t know, hyung. You’re still kinda tight.”
Sion doesn’t suppress his eye roll and despite his snark, his voice comes out in breathless ricochets. “You like it like that, though.”
“Hm,” Daeyoung presses deeper into Sion so that he stabs gently at Sion’s prostate. “You do too.”
He doesn’t miss the way Sion glares at him. It should scare Daeyoung a little, but he only laughs softly again. He mercifully pulls his fingers out of Sion with a barely audible squelch, yet Sion’s eyes flutter close and he drops his head back onto his pillow. Daeyoung wipes his hands mindlessly on Sion’s blanket, only mumbling out a muffled apology when he crawls up to kiss his boyfriend. Sion pinches the tip of Daeyoung’s ear haughtily and opens his mouth happily to let Daeyoung’s tongue in. He sinks his nails into the bare skin on Daeyoung’s back, purposely creating little crescents he knows Daeyoung will admire quietly the next morning. The air in the room gets increasingly heady as Daeyoung wraps a loose fist around Sion’s weeping cock. Sion hisses sharply. “Daeyoung-ie,” he whines prettily, gasping into his mouth. “Get inside me.”
Daeyoung nods like a dumbstruck Bambi, quickly getting up on his knees and shuffling over to Sion’s bedside table. He opens the top drawer and rummages through Sion’s knick-knacks. When he spots the familiar red box, he grins triumphantly and fishes it out. Daeyoung digs his hand into the box and immediately, his heart drops. He can’t hide his surprise as he makes a questioning noise. Opening the box up properly, Daeyoung turns it over and shakes it vigorously.
Nothing comes out.
“What is it?” Sion groans.
“Oh..” Daeyoung turns to face his naked boyfriend, truly wishing that the world would swallow him up right now. “We, uh. We’re out.”
Sion’s eyebrows instantly knit together in a confused frown. “What? Out of condoms?”
Daeyoung answers him by showing the open box, devoid of any familiar foil packets.
“Hyung, I told you,” Daeyoung chastises gently, although his dick is sobbing at the thought of their debacle. “Throw the box out when it’s empty. You do this all the time.”
“Hey, don’t blame me, you brat,” Sion flushes, hitting Daeyoung’s butt softly with his foot. “You were the last one to use it.”
Daeyoung figures it’s half true. But they rarely fuck in Sion’s room anyway, so Daeyoung’s never felt inclined to keep track of their condom stash here. He knows he has at least three boxes on standby in his own dorm room, but it’s a thirty minute walk away and Daeyoung knows his dick would probably fall off if he had to run all the way there now.
“Ah,” Daeyoung tosses the box blindly into the trash bin beside Sion’s bed. He flops down onto the mattress, landing face first on Sion’s pillow. “Fuck.” Daeyoung’s going to kill himself. It’s a beautiful Saturday night where the both of them finally have time in between all their finals prep and submissions and now, Daeyoung doesn’t even get to fuck his boyfriend. He’s really going to jump out of Sion’s seventh-floor window. His dick throbs in protest. “What the hell.”
“Baby,” Sion rolls over so that he presses against Daeyoung’s side, patting the back of Daeyoung’s head apologetically. “Unless you want to just…?” The silence at the end of his question hangs over awkwardly between the both of them, until Daeyoung turns his head to face him and sighs heavily.
“No, you still haven’t gotten tested yet,” Daeyoung mumbles. “We can’t risk anything.”
“But you and I don’t have anything,” Sion tries, wiggling closer to caress the back of Daeyoung’s neck comfortingly. “If we did, we would have symptoms, no?”
Daeyoung shakes his head. “It doesn’t work like that, hyung. They could be asymptomatic. You’ve done it before without condoms, right?”
Sion cringes. It was many moons ago - when Sion still lived in Mokpo and had this weird on-off thing with a close friend named Wonbin. They had been completely clueless and ignorant to any kind of sexual safety, a vice that Daeyoung was appalled to find out about.
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right,” Sion sighs too, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blame you for the condoms, by the way. I should check it more often.”
Daeyoung waves his hand dismissively, but Sion huffs out another sigh. “I should go get tested soon. I’m sorry I keep delaying it, it’s just..” His lower lip juts out in a pout. “It’s scary. What if I do have something, you know? I don’t know how many people Wonbin’s messed around with.”
“That’s why you get tested, hyung,” Daeyoung smiles tightly. “You’ll never be able to get over this anxiety if you don’t do it.”
By now, Sion’s arousal is beginning to wither. He curls around Daeyoung the way he does whenever he’s seeking comfort, which Daeyoung automatically reacts to. He flips onto his back and welcomes Sion clinging onto him, resting his chin on top of his head. It should feel uncomfortable with Sion’s half-boner poking at his thigh, but Daeyoung grounds himself by breathing slowly. “I’m sorry,” Sion mutters into Daeyoung’s chest. “Did I mess it up tonight?”
Daeyoung’s heart breaks a little at the question. It’s not often that Sion is meek or full of guilt because he’s pretty self-assured like that. This topic has always been a sore spot for Sion as a guy who could only say “I’m gay” out loud after months in the States. Sex education in his Mokpo high school had been… well. Minimal. Sion’s first time trying to wear a condom was that one time he hooked up with some guy from Riku’s frat.
“No, hyung. It’s fine. You didn’t mess up anything,” Daeyoung whispers. His hands float over Sion’s back until he’s rubbing circles on it, pressing a kiss onto the crown of Sion’s head. He breathes in Sion’s familiar ginseng shampoo, bathing in it for a second.
“Okay, how about this. If you’re scared of doing it alone, I’ll do it with you. There’s a Planned Parenthood near campus. We can go next week?”
Sion visibly melts. “Baby. You don’t have to do it again. You hate needles.”
“It’s okay. It’ll feel less scary if we do it together,” Daeyoung shrugs. He reaches for Sion’s hand and interlocks their fingers together, bringing it up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “It might even be fun.”
Sion snorts, but he has to power through an urge to tear up. “Fun? Only you would find getting a blood test fun.”
“Come on, hyung. It’s not the blood test that’s fun. It’s because we’re doing it together. I love you and I don’t want you to do anything scary alone if I can help it. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did?”
Sion peeks up at Daeyoung, cooing when he sees how his boyfriend’s eyes have shifted into those pathetically adorable puppy dog eyes. He raises himself on his palms, reaching up to leave aggressive pecks all over his face. Between Daeyoung’s surprised giggles, Sion makes sure to kiss his shut crinkled eyes the most. “You’re.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Cute.” Another kiss.
Daeyoung pretends that he’s suffering under all the kisses, letting out a yell that sounds a bit like a distressed cat. But he wraps his arms around Sion’s waist and pulls him in closer, hooking his ankles around Sion’s just to keep him there further. “Ah, hyung,” Daeyoung laughs.
“I love you too,” Sion says earnestly, stopping his kiss attack just to hover over his boyfriend’s face with a small grin. “Okay. Fine. Let’s do it next week. Do we need to book an appointment?”
Daeyoung’s eyes shine in the dimly lit darkness. “Yeah, don’t worry. I got it.” Something passes over Sion’s pretty features - it looks a lot like the brief surge of anxiety Sion goes through sometimes. It only ever comes out when he’s in a room full of extroverts or if he’s having a lot of trouble understanding someone in English. Daeyoung holds him closer and kisses him softly on the lips, making sure to pour whatever quiet assurance he can into it. Sion does relax eventually, moulding himself over Daeyoung’s strong hands on his waist. He kisses back, as if to say okay, yeah, I know. You got me.
What begins as a tender kiss turns into something more, because Daeyoung manhandles Sion into straddling him properly. The younger man reaches up to lick properly into Sion’s mouth, as if he’s trying to find some kind of treasure hidden away in there. A brief roll of Sion’s hips causes the both of them to moan simultaneously. Sion’s dick hardens just as Daeyoung’s begins to chub up again. It’s incredible how they could immediately pick up where they stopped - a testament to just how sexually compatible they’ve always been.
“Want you to fuck me though,” Sion whines into Daeyoung’s mouth. “Just.. ‘s not enough like this. Been waiting days.”
Daeyoung whimpers. “I know. But..”
Pulling away slightly, Sion leans over to where his phone is lodged underneath his Mametchi plush toy. The Daeyoung and Sion on his lockscreen smile happily back at him, right underneath the big bold ‘9.32PM’ in blue. Sion holds it up and shows Daeyoung with a cheeky smile.
“The pharmacy nearby closes at 10pm,” Sion suggests.
(Daeyoung does - in fact, run to the pharmacy nearby in a record ten minutes. The poor cashier looks terrified upon a 6’0 guy throwing down four boxes of Okamoto 0.01 condoms. Somehow, Daeyoung makes it back to the dorm in a newer record of seven minutes. He’s still panting heavily as he toes off his slides, but he’s only greeted by an unconscious boyfriend, already softly snoring.
Daeyoung doesn’t have it in him to feel annoyed, though. He knows how little sleep Sion has been having over the past few weeks, so he shrugs off his outerwear and crawls into bed right beside him. Sion stirs a little and Daeyoung shushes him softly, rubbing circles onto his back until Sion knocks out again.
He drifts off to sleep about half an hour later, a small smile still etched on his lips.)
((Daeyoung does - in fact, still get to fuck Sion. He’s awoken by Sion literally on top of him the next morning, sucking marks into his bare chest.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Sion grumbles sleepily. Daeyoung can feel his morning wood poking against his own crotch. “Did you even get them?”
Daeyoung doesn’t answer, but he groggily points to the abandoned pharmacy bag on the bedside table.
Sion rides Daeyoung that morning. They end up finishing half of a six-pack box.
Just as Daeyoung feels the tell-tales of his last, strung out orgasm, Sion leans down to whisper into his ear.
“Can’t wait to stop using these,” Sion bites the edge of Daeyoung’s ear lobe. “Wanna feel it all in me when you fuck me. Want it to drip out of me. You’ve always wanted that too, hm?”
Daeyoung comes so hard, he passes out cold for a few minutes.))