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They’re already in bed by the time Riku finally gathers up the courage to go through with it.
Sion’s halfway on top of him, nibbling at the skin just under his collar bone. Riku would typically scold his hyung for being so risky with the biting. Their next concert isn’t for a few days, though, so he lets it slide. Especially since he’s trying to be extra sweet tonight. Besides, it’s not like it doesn’t feel good. After a few more bites, Riku can feel Sion’s hand start to make its way to the band of his underwear. He can already tell where this is going. They’re going to get each other off, and then Sion’s going to call it a night. Or, the likelier scenario based on more recent events, Sion’s going to get Riku off, kiss him sweetly into sleepiness for a few minutes, then swear he’s good for the night despite the fact that Riku can clearly see the print of his rockhard dick through his pajama pants.
Riku thinks its ‘cause of how stressed out Sion has been lately. He has a tendency to throw himself into this mode where all he wants to do is dote on everyone around him and pretend like his own problems don’t exist. It’s not like the members don’t appreciate his habits, the younger ones relish in the extra attention, no matter how much they may act disgusted by it, Riku included. It’s just that he’s been so overworked lately, so overwhelmed with all the things he has on his plate, that it seems like it’s easier for him to take the load off of the others any time he can rather than let himself relax for a single moment that he’s awake. And god knows how little his body lets him get some sleep, meaning he’s pretty much stretched thin at any given second. Riku wishes Sion would put himself first sometimes. Wishes he would just let go of the rigid standards he sets for himself and would let himself be… held, or something.
Riku comes back to his senses when Sion’s hand finally wraps around him. Sion gets a few tugs in before Riku woefully musters up the strength to tap on his wrist. “Hyung.” Sion must mistake it as encouragement, because he continues on with jerking Riku off, face buried in Riku’s neck. Sion is unfortunately really good at it, he always is, and it almost works this time, it almost gets Riku to just give in and let Sion do what he wants to do. But is this really what Sion wants? A quickie before bed time? They have the entire day off tomorrow. Sion has his pretty boyfriend all pliant and pretty and horny in his bed but he would rather just tug a couple times on his dick than any of the other dirty things Riku would let him do? Riku doesn't think so. “Hyung.” He’s firmer this time and grips Sion’s wrist to get his attention.
“Hm?” That gets Sion to finally look up, eyes lidded and pupils already blown. He’s still way too gentle with Riku despite the disturbance he caused. Riku pats his cheek and resists the urge to coo at him like he’s a bunny or something, and not a fully grown adult man. He needs to stay focused, but he can’t help it when Sion looks at him so softly. Looks at him with that sweet, pouty little bunny face.
“I got you something.” It comes out too quietly and Riku averts his eyes as he says it, remembering how absurd this whole thing kind of is. If he lets himself think about it for too long, he gets the urge to chicken out. He’s already made it this far, he is absolutely not giving up now. Not when he already brought it up. This isn't fucking brain surgery, it's not some high stakes thing, Riku’s just been cursed to live his life with the same constant anxiety levels that you would expect a small rodent to have. And he’s not very good at lying, especially on the spot. He doesn’t like lying to his hyung, anyways, no matter how embarrassing the truth may be. It’s hard to want to be anything but honest with Sion when his dick is digging into his hip and he’s looking at Riku like he fucking hung the moon, or something. Like he wasn’t just trying to devour Riku, practically. Like he’s not, like, actively trying to get into Riku’s pants. He’s so cute. “It’s in my bag, I think.”
Sion obediently tugs himself away from Riku and flops onto his side. He quirks an eyebrow. “You got me something?” He’s not upset but he does look a bit wary. “Where did you find the time to go shopping, huh? You should be resting in your free time, jagiya, not buying hyung gifts.” He follows Riku’s eyes with his own as Riku goes to sit up and lean against the bedframe for a second.
Riku can’t help it when he rolls his eyes as he goes to hop off the bed. “Ah, stop it with that! Seriously…” Seriously, that’s what he chooses to dwell on? His poor hyung might be more taut than Riku originally thought. He pads over to his suitcase on the other side of the hotel room, next to the other bed. He has a habit of trying to make it seem like both beds are being used. Just in case. Well. Both beds do get used, usually… just not really at the same time. That’s Sion’s and Riku’s business.
“Besides,” Riku continues, “I didn’t even buy it here. I brought it from home. Stop nagging.” He’s crouched on the floor now, digging through his luggage. He feels around for the familiar velvety packaging that the gift came in. Maybe he stays down there a little longer than necessary to further psyche himself up after finding it, sue him. He makes sure to grab the lube while he’s down there, too, stuffing it in his pocket as he clasps onto the bag that holds Sion’s gift with his other hand. He’s less nervous now as he hides it behind his back and gets up. He keeps it hidden as he walks back over to Sion.
Sion has scooted further up the bed now, his back against the headboard and his hands twisting in his lap. He looks so antsy after being scolded. Again, cute. Riku doesn’t have it in him to calm Sion’s nerves, not when the nerves make him look like such an anxious little bunny. He climbs on the bed to straddle Sion, finding the confidence to hold him by the shoulders, the bag now hanging behind Sion’s neck as it continues to dangle from Riku’s hand. Sion moves his hands to rest on Riku’s thighs despite his initial confusion. Sion’s breathing doesn’t really seem off, but when Riku drags his free hand to Sion’s chest and feels for his heartbeat, it’s thump-thump-thumping so rapidly. He stares at his hand against the fabric of Sion’s sleep shirt for a little before looking back at his hyung’s face. “You’re making me nervous, Riku-ya.” He’s laughing a little now, softly, but Riku can tell he’s not being dishonest. It’s not often Sion is the intimidated one between the two of them; it’s a nice change of pace. Riku likes it.
“Mm… you always like my gifts, though?” Riku isn’t lying, but he’s also never pushed Sion off of him mid foreplay before just to give him one of said gifts. So. Sion’s reaction isn’t really uncalled for. Riku expected as much.
He combs his fingers through Sion’s hair now, says gently, “Hyung. Just trust me.” Pets Sion’s cute little head one more time for good measure, watches him lean sweetly into it before flopping sideways off his lap and onto the bed. “Okay?”
He lays himself flat on the bed next to Sion and hums, patting his lap in hopes that Sion gets the hint. Sion must because he reluctantly drags his body over to Riku, lifts his leg over Riku’s hips so that he can properly take a seat. He subconsciously hovers a bit, probably self conscious about the position they're in. He’s not used to being on top of Riku, not like this. He’s getting so shy. Riku wishes the roles could truly reverse, wishes he could muster up some more confidence to take on the role Sion usually does. He doesn't know how to react to Sion’s shyness in any other way, though, than having it increase his own shyness tenfold. Sion still manages to hold eye contact despite being the one in the far more vulnerable position. He’s gripping onto Riku’s shoulders to keep himself balanced. Riku has to mentally psyche himself up again despite the fact that he has Sion sitting so gently in his lap, despite the fact that Sion’s ears are quickly reddening and the grip he has on Riku is tightening.
He can tell that Sion is getting impatient. This whole debacle has already gone on for longer than whatever Sion’s original plans were, probably. And even though Riku is clearly freezing up, Sion still speaks to him so sweetly. “Jagiya,” he starts. He still speaks softly like he somehow knows this is equally embarrassing for the both of them. “Do you want me to open it? Or did you want to show me?”
Riku realizes his hands are still stuck to his sides. He's subconsciously started to grip at the gift bag again, and now he wonders if it’s too late to just go back to normal programming, if it's too late to just ask Sion to grip him through his pants so they can get each other off like this. He could probably still return the gift, honestly, he just needs to remember where he left the damn receipt.
Sion lowers himself slightly, putting more weight onto Riku, now crotch-to-crotch. Grinds a little. “Riku.” Riku forces himself to tear his eyes away from his lap and finally return the eye contact. Sion is losing patience; he doesn’t look as tired anymore, he mostly looks restless. Riku feels so guilty.
His throat is too dry as he swallows down. He takes a moment to clear his throat. “I’ll open it for you.” He scoots further up the bed so he can have an easier time doing so. He doesn't have to strain his neck just to avoid eye contact anymore, either. The movement creates even more friction below his waistband, though, and he can feel Sion hardening up again. Sion is back to watching him intently. He nods. He’s biting at his bottom lip while his face continues to flush. God. Riku forgets how affected Sion can get, and how easily.
He’s given up on finding the words to make this situation any less awkward. He lifts the small gift bag so that it now dangles between the two of them. With his back now leaning against the pillows, he can use both hands to untie the bow that's holding the bag closed. He reaches for one of Sion’s hands, removes it from where it still sits on his waist, and Sion lets Riku place it palm up in between them. Pretty unceremoniously, Riku dumps the gift into Sion’s hand. Riku can feel his face burn, can feel his own mind start to hum as he tries not to cringe at how quiet the room is.
Sion’s ears are somehow burning an even deeper shade of red now. Riku didn't realize that was possible. He stares at them, stares at Sion’s eyes, switching between the two every few seconds. Sion, though, is staring at the gift, staring at the butt plug that is now sitting in the palm of his hand. It's not like Sion’s never seen one before. Riku has been on the receiving end of this kind of exchange plenty of times, Sion has spent plenty of hours opening Riku up to have him take one of his plugs, and he’s spent who knows how much of his own money on these kinds of things for Riku. The one that now sits in his hand, though, is not really for Riku. He’s not giving it to Sion in a “you wanna put this in me?” sort of way. No, the one Sion is currently holding doesn't necessarily suit Riku, not really. Riku has his fair share of appointed animal personas, being an idol and all. He can’t say a rabbit is one of them. So, no, the gift will not be nestled into Riku later. The gift, a plug attached to a white ball of fluff, a sweet little plug that is surely supposed to resemble a bunny’s cute little tail, is definitely for Sion.
Clearly Sion knows this. Still, he asks, “For me?”
Riku thinks Sion’s heightened flusteredness is what finally gets him to break, what finally gets him to lean into the feelings that started this whole thing, the feelings that got him to buy the gift in the first place. “Mhm,” he shimmies his hips as best as he can from this position, trying to rile Sion up even further. “What, you don't wanna be my bunny, hyung?”
“Riku…” Sion starts to mumble a response. He leans forward, shoving his face under Riku’s jaw for a second before shifting so that his forehead, sticky with sweat, rests on Riku’s shoulder. He’s already trembling a little from the prior contact. Riku hasn't even done anything to warrant that yet, really. “I’ve never…” Riku shifts his hips again and Sion moans into Riku’s neck. Riku is hardly even doing anything, truly. Sion must be more pent up than Riku had initially thought. He must be, if he's reacting this sweetly to a bit of dryhumping, dryhumping that Riku is barely even participating in at the moment. Sion’s just grinding his clothed dick onto Riku’s and getting himself off, at this point. He’s going so slow that Riku lets him. Not like he’ll actually come from just this, anyway.
“Don’t worry, hyung, I won’t fuck you.” He reaches up to pet Sion’s head, digs his fingers through his hair and scratches at his scalp a little. “Just wanna put this in you…” He brings his other hand to rest on Sion’s back, dragging it slowly down to tease at his waist band. “Is that okay?”
He feels Sion nod against his neck. Sion’s breathing is steady as Riku continues to pet at him. “Yeah. I-,” he’s speaking quietly, still, “If you want it, I’ll do it.” Riku isn’t used to Sion being so forward, especially with things like this. Sion’s always bent to Riku’s whims, has always given Riku everything he’s asked for; he’s just usually not so… submissive about it? Vulnerable? Riku likes it so much. He likes his hyung like this, easy and pliant.
He reaches into his pocket to grab the lube and glances down to get a look at Sion’s state, sees his hand still tightly gripping the plug in his lap.
“I’ve only ever done this on myself…” Riku starts. It’s never this awkward when Riku’s the one about to get a few fingers up his ass. Riku just has to lay pretty and take it. He doesn't even have to think twice about it, really, because his hyung loves it when Riku doesn't want to put in the work, he loves it when Riku is so needy for anything his hyung will give him. It comes so naturally to Sion, the whole taking care of Riku thing. Probably ‘cause his hyung is perfect. Perfect and kind and too selfless, even in bed. A little too uptight about it, recently though. Hence why they’re in the situation they're in. “Do you think you could lean forward a bit, hyung…?” Riku asks, then thinks better of it, “Maybe this would be easier if we took our clothes off.”
It’s just as awkward once they've undressed themselves minutes later. Sion is already warming back up, still clearly itching to take the lead again. Hyung just needs to be patient for a little longer. “How do you want me, Riku-ya?”
Hmmm. What’s going to make this easiest? “Can you… on your hands and knees? Is that okay?”
Sion’s back on the bed seconds later, ears reddening but eager to cooperate. It should be unsexy, the way that Sion interprets Riku’s directions. His back is stick straight, his neck is bent up and strained in a way that looks really uncomfortable, and his thighs are almost pressed to each other with how close he has his knees together. He’s trying to be good for Riku, though, and a naked Sion will always be a sexy Sion to Riku. So. Riku’s dick does not flag at the sight.
Riku puts a knee on the edge of the bed and starts to maneuver Sion as best as he can. Hums as he scratches at the nape of Sion’s neck before gently pushing it into the mattress. Sion goes willingly, and Riku thinks he can feel the tendons in his neck strain as he goes down. A shaky breath leaves his nose but he briefly rubs his head back against Riku’s palm in a way that must be awkward with the way his neck is positioned. All this, and he’s still insistent on making sure Riku is comfortable. Riku drags his hand down to the center of Sion’s back and pushes a little again, reaching his other hand around to pull his hips up so that he’s arching more comfortably. Gives Sion’s dick two pats for good measure. Asks his hyung if he can spread his knees a little while he palms around the sheets for the lube again. He finds the plug, too, in the process, and breathes a short laugh out of his nose because somehow he almost forgot about the primary reason Sion is currently ass up in this hotel bed. Riku didn’t expect himself to like the view this much. He sets the plug next to Sion’s knee before smoothing a hand up and down along one of Sion’s thighs. “I was gonna make you prep yourself, hyung, but…,” Riku sighs, feigning disappointment, “bunny’s hands are way too small. Looks like I’ll have to get my bunny ready.”
Riku contemplates tacking on another “is this okay?” to his words, but it’s starting to feel like the question is more for himself than it is for Sion. Sion understands Riku well enough. Riku understands Sion well enough, too, knows that if Sion didn't want it he would’ve told him by now. If Sion didn't want it, didn’t want Riku like this, he wouldn't have his virgin hole eagerly on display for him right now. He wouldn't be painfully hard at Riku’s words, wouldn't be leaking already, wouldn't be repeatedly groaning Riku’s name as his neck reddens.
It's still awkward, the position they’re both in. It feels really unerotic as Riku stumbles through the process of getting his fingers sticky with lube, but it feels less so when he finally gets to swipe a finger to Sion’s hole as Sion stuffs his face deep into a pillow, a low noise sounding somewhere deep in his throat. Riku rubs against it firmly again, testing the give, and Sion honest-to-god arches even further into the bed. He’s getting better at holding back his noises, but even so, Riku didn't expect him to be this sensitive. Riku knows Sion’s never bottomed, knows that before he’d met Riku he had never done anything past, what, second base with anyone? Riku’s never had a reason to ask his hyung if he’s ever fingered himself, though. He is a little curious.
He’s feeling courageous, now, as he pushes the first finger in and asks Sion. Sion shakes his head as best as he can, turning his head seemingly so he can answer more properly, “I guess I just never got very curious…,” he moans as Riku digs his finger in as deep as can and bends it. “I think I like being inside of you too much, jagi.” His words are sweet but Riku still wants to be a little mean about it. He tries different angles to try and get a reaction out of Sion.
Sion is moaning again as Riku finally decides it's time to add another finger. He can feel himself start to slip again, Sion’s words already softening him up. He would like to take it as a challenge, would like to finger his hyung so good that he likes it this way, too, just as much he likes being inside of Riku. But now all that Riku can think about is Sion inside of him. Sion giving it all to him and filling him up just the way he likes it, and Riku thinks, unfortunately, that maybe that's just the way they belong. Riku wants to fucking whimper. Is it bad that part of Riku still wishes he was the one being bent over right now and fingered until he soaks the pillow with drool? He’s not very good at this. He’s going to finish what he sought out to do, though, and he’s quicker now to bite his tongue and add a third finger. Sion reacts to the addition with a gargled moan, having gone back to smushing his face into the sheets as he crumples them with his fists.
Riku remembers Sion’s comment. “Mmm, only good bunnies get to be inside me, though. Good bunnies are patient. Hyung, you’re gonna be patient for me, right?” A little fucking hilarious coming from Riku, probably, considering he’s currently vibrating out of his skin in anticipation. Silly of him to ask, too, when he’s only a few minutes from making use of the gift. Riku is so, so weak. It’s not like either of them will have to be patient for much longer.
“Yeah,” Sion reaches one of his hands between his legs as he mumbles, “I’ll be good.” The angle changes and Riku slaps at Sion’s hand. So much for being a good bunny. He digs his fingers into Sion’s hole as hard as he can, rubs around a bit, and does it again. Picks up the pace while trying to keep the same severity. He’s gaining the courage to be even meaner, now, so he gets a good grip on Sion’s hair with his free hand and shoves a little.
“Don’t lie, hyung.” The plug could slip in easily, now, Riku can tell. Too bad the bunny currently in his bed doesn’t deserve to be rewarded. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?” He emphasizes it with another bend of his fingers, before awkwardly scissoring the three. “You wanna mate me, don’t you? I’m opening you up, getting you ready, but you’re already trying to come, before you even get to be inside of me. I should be the one getting filled up, Sion hyung. Now ‘m gonna have to wait even longer.” His words are exaggerated, he’s being dramatic, of course, but he means the sentiment all the same. Riku would really like to be fucked into the sheets already. Weeks of quick, lazy sex have turned Riku desperate and testy. He wants Sion to feel the same. He wants Sion to feel worse, honestly. Wants Sion to itch for it deep in his tummy.
Sion’s really shaking now. Riku’s only ever fingered himself, no one else before, and he’s never gotten this desperate on his own fingers. To be fair, the angle’s different and he can’t reach everything he wants to on his own. Sion’s fingers are much smaller, yes, but he knows how to use them well. He was desperate to be good for Riku since the first time they got touchy with each other, chased after Riku’s whines like his life depended on it. It’s a good thing Sion never put the skills to use on himself, ‘cause Riku’s sure his current performance is a little below par, and the comparison would’ve scared Riku out of any attempts. Nonetheless, Sion continues to squirm cutely like Riku is some kind of professional and Riku uses that to fuel himself further.
“Riku-ya, please...” Riku loosens his hold slightly so that he can understand Sion more easily. Sion turns and Riku lightly shoves his head again so that his cheek sinks back into the pillow. “Riku-ya, can you just put it in already? Hyung is ready to mate, now, hyung wants to mate you.” Sion plays along so easily. Such a good hyung, such a good bunny. Riku’s tummy twists at his words. He caves.
He pumps his fingers a few more times before finally taking them out and reaching for the bunny tail. Riku was right, it slips in so easily. Sion sighs as it does. Riku paws at the base, presses at it so it digs deeper into Sion, just to see his reaction. Imagines himself on the receiving end instead, grabs at it and rubs it around meanly, just the way he likes Sion to do it. Sion’s biting the inside of his cheek and groaning Riku’s name again as he reaches behind his back to grab at Riku’s wrist, probably figures he doesn’t have to be so good now that they’ve gotten to this point. Well. He’s right. Riku can only be so patient. Riku lets Sion pull at his wrist. Sion is weaker than usual in this position, weaker after being toyed with, too, surely, but Riku lets Sion tug at him anyways, lets himself flop clumsily onto the bed. He knocks into Sion, gets a limb to his chest on the way down, but he doesn’t have time to process it, much less care, before Sion is pushing him into the mattress, putting all his weight onto him, and licking into his mouth.
Sion’s body is sticky with sweat. Riku’s, too, considering it takes a lot less exertion to get him in that state.
It makes it harder to get a grip on Sion’s shoulders, harder to grab at him as he starts to nip at Riku’s jaw, nosing into his cheek between bites. Sion’s practically vibrating now. “Jagi, Riku,” Sion is rockhard against Riku’s thigh as he complains, “please.”
He’s shoving his face back into the pillow, cheek to cheek with Riku, kneading at Riku’s hip with one of his hands. He shifts his body weight, moans a little. Riku can feel him already start to leak, can feel it even more as Sion begins to grind his dick slowly against his side. “Hyung.” Sion bites into Riku’s clavicle and stays there, continues humping into him and sucking a mark into his neck. It should be pathetic, how desperate Sion seems, but all it does is turn Riku’s mind fuzzy. Riku is hot all over, his own dick painfully hard. “Hyung, you’re gonna leave a mark,” he whimpers as Sion bites down harder, “Hyung, good bunnies don't bite.” He emphasizes it with a tug on Sion’s tail.
Sion stops biting to lick at the spot instead and grabs his face to get a better angle. “You’re my mate. I’m mating you. Isn’t this what you wanted, Riku-ya?” He blows air on the mark and licks back up Riku’s jaw to his mouth. “My mate.”
Riku doesn’t protest, not that he really could with Sion’s tongue back in his mouth. Sion is slower now with the way he grinds into Riku’s side. He did say he wanted that. He does want it, doesn’t really care about how embarrassing it is anymore, not when the only person who knows that he wants it is Sion, and especially not when Sion is playing along so sweetly. Riku digs his nails into Sion’s shoulders as a response and lets him continue nipping at his mouth.
Riku can feel one of Sion’s hands start to trail down his chest, stopping to squeeze at his waist a few times, before reaching between Riku’s thighs. He’s mostly stopped with the grinding now, his dick somewhat uncomfortably digging into Riku’s hip again. Sion breaks the kiss to get a better look at Riku’s lower half. Riku tries not to whine. “I’m already prepped, hyung.” He would typically let Sion play with him a little still, would normally let him open him up even further. He’s impatient tonight, though. And really, really horny. He already wants more than Sion’s fingers.
Sion can most likely tell, but he tests the give anyway, puts a finger in to be sure. Riku considers teasing his hyung again about his tiny bunny hands, but before he can get the words out, Sion angles his finger and pushes in hard, and Riku immediately thinks better of it. Stops thinking completely, for a second, actually. He’s pushing another finger in when Riku squeezes at Sion’s sides with his legs, trying to make him get the hint already. Riku feels a little guilty, seeing that the entire point of tonight was to loosen Sion up, make him want to take his time and get into it, but Riku’s drive took a hit this month, too, and he knows it won’t be long until he starts to beg his hyung. And he would prefer Sion be properly inside him before he begs.
“Bunny, hyung,” Riku whacks at Sion’s shoulder. Sion’s looking at him now, finally stops moving his fingers but keeps them inside of Riku. He’s breathing so heavily, hair sticky with sweat and stuck to his forehead. His breath hits Riku with every exhale, and Riku stares at his mouth as it does, keeps his gaze there to avoid eye contact as he says, “If we’re mated now… shouldn’t we…” Riku can feel the entire top half of his body start to burn, knows he’s turning red all over with embarrassment. Riku hasn’t even finished his statement but he can tell that Sion is blinking at him in curiosity. He cocks his head as best as he can from where he hovers, and knocks his forehead gently against Riku’s to get him to continue when he notices Riku gnawing at his lip. “Shouldn’t we… doesn’t bunny want to breed me…?” Riku could throw up, honestly. It takes everything in him to tear his eyes away from Sion’s mouth and finally look him in the eyes. Riku can’t remember if his eyes were this blown before he asked, can’t remember when the last time he even made eye contact with Sion was, tonight. A few seconds later, and it’s starting to feel like they’re having a staring contest.
Sion’s removing his fingers moments later. “You want it? Already?”
Riku does his best to hold the eye contact. He nods.
Sion’s smiling softly now as he nods back at Riku, being awfully sweet for the scenario they’re currently acting out. He’s being so cute again. So cute as he enters Riku again, this time in the way Riku’s tummy’s been aching for. “Hyung. Sion hyung, I missed you.” He wraps his legs around Sion again, tries to cling onto him and push him in as deep as he can go. Digs one of his heels into Sion’s lower back with all the strength he can currently muster.
“You missed me?” Sion starts to move after taking the hint. He grinds down with his hips and stays there for a second, pushing in and moving around without pulling back at all. “Jagi, why didn’t you say anything?” He punctuates the question with a thrust. Why didn’t Riku say anything? Probably because Sion has enough on his plate as is, doesn’t need his bandmate slash boyfriend complaining about their… sex-life? on top of everything else he has to deal with. His constantly growing leader duties, for one. Besides, doing it this way is a lot more fun. And a lot easier, too, despite how worked up Riku seemed to get during the process. Maybe Riku just wanted an excuse to make Sion wear a tail. Maybe, this whole time Riku just wanted a valid reason to make Sion his bunny. Maybe that’s it. It’s not, but Riku could start trying to convince himself that it is. He’s getting frustrated that Sion even wants him to explain himself, just wants Sion to understand like he always seems to do. He pulls Sion down so he can bury his face in the skin above his chest as Sion continues to push into him. He’s not trying to avoid the question, he just wants to talk about it at a time where Sion isn’t buried inside of him.
“It’s okay, Riku,” another thrust, “I missed you, too. Missed this, missed being inside of you.” Everything is so wet, so hot. “Thank you for being patient with hyung,” he’s panting now and Riku can feel the heat radiating from Sion’s body as he speeds up. “I’ll breed you, I’ll make it up to you, hyung’ll make it up to you.” Riku can’t help it, he makes a noise deep in his throat. His hyung is too sweet.
Sion continues, mouth running like he can’t help it anymore. “Wish I could mate you for real, jagi, wish I could show you how much I want it.”
Riku lazily snakes his arm back around Sion, prods at the tail again. He feels like teasing him more. He grips the plug and pushes, moves it around a little, and says, “It doesn’t feel like it, though.” He pushes the tail again, hard. “You don't really want it, or else I’d already be full. If you wanted to be a good mate, a good bunny, I’d already be full up here,” he pats his lower stomach, does it a couple times to make sure Sion hears it and knows what he means, “A good bunny wouldn’t leave his mate empty like this, hyung.”
“I’m good, I’m always good for you,” Sion breathes out. He’s right, he is, but it’s more fun to pretend that he’s not. “Riku-ya, you’re killing me.”
Riku still has a loose hold on Sion’s tail. He goes between pushing at it and pulling it, now, just trying to rile him up further, at this point. He hardly even cares about his own neglected dick trapped between them anymore, preoccupied with getting his hyung to break. Sion continues to moan at every movement Riku’s hand makes, slowly losing his rhythm, resorting to slow, shallow hip movements now. Every now and then he’ll even push himself back against the plug, and it’s cute the way he seems unable to decide which sensation to chase. Seriously, how hasn’t Sion come yet?
Riku decides he’s done playing with Sion’s tail, arm cramping and general exhaustion taking over his body. He lets Sion know this. “Hyung,” he uses his now sore arm to grab Sion’s wrist and bring it to his tummy. He uses Sion’s hand to rub it, presses it down into the skin, towards his pelvis and sighs. “Please, I want it.”
Sion digs his thumb into Riku’s stomach now, starts to knead at it when Riku lets go of him. “Right here? You still want me to breed you, Riku-ya?” Riku treats it like the rhetorical question it is. Sion already knows the answer. “Mmm…” Sion flattens his hand and presses harder into Riku’s abdomen. Any harder and Riku’s gonna piss himself. Riku’s not really in the mood for that kind of thing tonight, but he lets Sion continue, anyway. It feels nice, he likes it, it feels like he’s trying to feel himself under Riku’s skin. Riku wishes he could. “I’ll give you what you need, jagi, I’m gonna be good for you, gonna make you feel it all the way in here.” He makes a fist now and digs into Riku’s tummy almost like he’s going to give him a massage. Riku likes it too much, likes it so much he can’t help the noises he’s making at every feeling of pressure. He finds himself subconsciously tightening the muscles there to make it hurt even better. He doesn’t want Sion to stop, could maybe even get off like this, could come before Sion even does, inside him and all. Unluckily for Riku, Sion stops as soon as he really starts to believe it.
He slips out of Riku, too, nipping at his nose before gripping his shoulders and pushing him into the bed. Riku can tell he’s still trying to be gentle even while manhandling him, flipping him over so he’s on his tummy now, not dissimilar to the position he had Sion in earlier. He maneuvers him the same way, too, gets him in position, slips back in as soon as Riku lays his cheek in the pillow. Fuck. Sion’s right, from this angle, Riku can pretend he’s really all the way in his tummy. He puts a hand on his stomach, presses hard, pretends he can feel Sion in him like this. His mind gets a little fuzzy at the thought.
“Riku. Riku-ya.” Sion is able to get a faster pace from this position, mumbling to Riku as he does. Riku can’t get out most of it, but the tone and rasp of Sion’s voice from behind makes Riku’s dick throb all the same. He wants to paw at it but he keeps his hand on his stomach, feels the pressure with every thrust. Sion keeps it up as best as he can while letting his body fall onto Riku.
It’s not comfortable like this, they’re both sticky with sweat and burning up with every second. Riku doesn’t care, he feels the wet slide of their limbs together and hears the lewd noises and has to bite his fist to stop himself from coming. Sion’s closer to his ear now and he bites at it pulls, lowers his head further to lick at the pool that sits on Riku’s nape. “My mate.” Sion proves it by biting once more into Riku’s clavicle. He’s harsher with it this time, opening up wider to get a bigger mouthful of Riku. It should feel mean when he bites down hard enough to get a good grip, it should feel disgusting when he borderline breaks skin to keep Riku in place, but it doesn’t. Fuck, he’s taking his role seriously, isn’t he. Gnawing at his skin and bucking into him like an animal, what the fuck. The makeup noonas are going to kill Riku. Riku presses back into him, trying to get impossibly closer, trying to get Sion to finally fucking come so that he can, too.
Sion doesn’t loosen his hold on Riku’s neck, fucks into him faster with every sound he gets Riku to make. He’s feeling impatient again and, once again, feels the need to guide one of Sion’s hands where he wants it. He brings it back to his tummy. “It’s not gonna take if you don’t come inside, hyung.” It’s a miracle he can even get any words out in the state he’s in. He taps his belly again. “Right here, I want it. Hyung, inside, be a good bunny, hyung-”
He can feel it, feels it inside before he can finish begging. He lets Sion keep his hand pressed hard against his abdomen as he continues to fuck into Riku while his orgasm plays out. It’s too much all at once and Riku can feel his eyes start to gloss-over, but he wants it, wants to pretend it will take, wants Sion to keep pawing at his tummy like he can feel it start to fill out. He wants Sion to keep his teeth sunk into his neck, rougher now that he’s come. He wants the mark to be permanent, he wants to be tethered to Sion forever, he wants to be marked again, this time deep inside. It’s the horned-up brain fog talking, surely, but Riku doesn’t care enough to try and shoo the thoughts away, especially when he’s this close to coming. Sure enough, all it takes is a couple strokes once Riku musters up the arm strength to reach further between his legs and touch himself. A couple strokes and he’s comin, too. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and twist his fingers into the sheets as it happens, mind fuzzy and ears all staticky, borderline nauseous from the release. What the fuck.
Sion has a similar reaction. He mumbles it ito Riku’s nape, “Riku-ya, what the fuck.” Riku doesn’t know when he took his teeth off his neck. He already misses the sting of it. Sion breathes out heavily, sort of laughing as he does. He does his best to stay inside of Riku but twists them so they’re sideways, trying to make it more comfortable for Riku, presumably. He uses the hand that isn't stuck between Riku’s side and the mattress to thumb at the raw spot on Riku’s neck. “Does it hurt?”
Riku hums and shimmies back towards Sion, gets as close as he can. “I like it, though, felt nice,” he’s sighing again, sleepily.
Sion hums back and moves his thumb so he can go back to licking at it. He puts his mouth back on it but only to kiss at it a few times before gently stuffing his face back in to neck. “Love you.” It's mumbled, but Riku catches it all the same, knows it wasn't meant to be unheard, anyway.
Riku can feel sleep pulling at him. He knows from Sion’s tone that he wants to talk about it, probably wants to apologize and… explain himself? Riku doesn't think he has anything to explain, really, and he didn't initiate this whole ordeal to guilt Sion, or something. It's just in his nature. Such an anxious little bunny. Riku grabs at his hand, and, once again, brings it to rest on his tummy. “I love you, hyung, thank you,” he hopes Sion can feel his sincerity. “Stay here, let's sleep.” He’s comfortable like this. He hopes Sion is, too, ‘cause he knows Sion would follow Riku’s commands even if he wasn't. Sion is definitely starting to leak out of Riku, at this point, and Riku knows he's going to hate waking up like this tomorrow but he can't bring himself to care, frankly. He misses Sion, wants to keep him here as long as he can. If that means falling asleep attached at the hip, in filthy, sweat-soaked sheets, then so be it. Sion pinches at his belly and hums.