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The gym buzzed with life, a mix of rhythmic treadmill hums, the clanking of heavy weights, and the occasional strained grunt of effort breaking the air. It was a comforting kind of noise—predictable, steady, a subtle reminder of the collective determination shared by everyone in the space. Riku had just stepped off the running machine, the faint hum of adrenaline still coursing through him as he reached for the towel draped nearby. He wiped the light sheen of sweat from his brow, his breathing steady and calm now, the familiar satisfaction of a completed cardio session settling over him.
Riku kept his workouts efficient and uncomplicated: a balance of cardio to maintain his stamina for performances, paired with light strength training just enough to keep his body toned. He had come to know his limits well and respected them, preferring consistency over pushing himself too hard. Injury was never an option when his body was, in essence, his art.
He dropped onto one of the nearby benches, resting the towel loosely around his neck, and caught sight of himself in the mirror across the room. His hair was damp and tousled, strands sticking to his forehead in a way that gave him an endearing, boyish look. He smiled faintly, letting his gaze drift over his reflection—a slim, toned figure that bore years of careful discipline. His shoulders were defined, the subtle curve of his biceps a quiet reminder of the effort he’d invested into himself. Nothing exaggerated, nothing overly muscled—just his body, sculpted with care to match his natural grace.
But today wasn’t just about his usual light training. Riku was here for a very different reason.
Daeyoung had invited him along, almost out of the blue, for what he casually described as ‘a decent workout.’ Riku had nearly laughed at the phrasing because Daeyoung’s idea of a decent session was on an entirely different level. For someone who insisted he hadn’t been working out seriously for very long, Daeyoung’s body certainly suggested otherwise. His size alone—broad shoulders, thick arms, and those effortlessly strong legs—already painted him as someone who spent hours in the gym sculpting his frame. The fact that Daeyoung seemed so casual about it was both impressive and a little intimidating, not that Riku minded much about that last part.
Riku was genuinely curious to see just how intense his younger boyfriend’s routine could get. He’d watched Daeyoung carry groceries with one hand, lift heavy bags like they weighed nothing, and handle him so gently yet so effortlessly in their most private moments—there was no denying that the man was strong. And now, seeing him fully committed to building himself even further, Riku couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Maybe a little proud, too.
As he sat there catching his breath, Riku’s eyes instinctively wandered toward the section of the gym where Daeyoung was setting up. Even from a distance, he could see the younger man’s presence commanding attention—a tank top hanging snugly on his frame, showing off the defined lines of his arms and shoulders as he adjusted the weights on a bench press.
When Riku walked up to his boyfriend, Daeyoung was already at the bench press, his face etched with focused determination as he methodically loaded the bar with heavy plates. His broad chest rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths, every inhale a calculated effort, every exhale deliberate. The veins in his forearms were strikingly prominent, wrapping like delicate yet powerful threads around his muscles as his hands gripped the bar, steady and unshaking. Riku stood a few paces away, momentarily frozen as his gaze lingered, completely captivated. Daeyoung’s massive shoulders shifted slightly, his tank top clinging to his muscular frame, dampened here and there with sweat, as if sculpted to perfection just for this moment.
“Hyung, can you spot me?” Daeyoung’s voice cut through Riku’s wandering thoughts, snapping him back into the present with a jolt.
“Uh, yeah, of course,” Riku replied quickly, clearing his throat as he stepped into position behind Daeyoung.
Daeyoung lowered himself onto the bench, the sheer size of his frame somehow making the sturdy equipment look smaller. He settled under the bar with practiced ease, his fingers wrapping tightly around the cold metal as his elbows locked into place. Riku’s hands hovered under the bar, ready to assist, though deep down he knew Daeyoung didn’t need the help—not with how easily he lifted the weights that would leave others trembling. Still, Riku kept his eyes locked on Daeyoung, telling himself it was just to ensure safety.
But with every rep, his resolve wavered. Daeyoung moved with fluid, confident strength, his chest and biceps flexing beneath the strain, his muscles rippling with power that seemed almost effortless. The faint tightness in Daeyoung’s jawline as he concentrated sent an unexpected flutter to Riku’s chest. He felt the breath hitch in his throat, his lips parting slightly as his gaze trailed from the bar to the impressive swell of Daeyoung’s arms. He bit his lip instinctively, a hopeless attempt to steady himself. How could someone look this good while working out? It was criminal.
“Hyung?”
Daeyoung’s voice jolted him back to reality again, but this time, it was laced with amusement. The younger man had completed his set and was now peering up at Riku with that smirk. His head rested casually on the bench, and his eyes gleamed with quiet mischief as an eyebrow raised. “You’re staring.”
Riku blinked, his face heating as though a furnace had been lit beneath his skin. “I’m just… making sure you don’t drop it,” he stammered quickly, his attempt to sound composed not convincing to the younger at all. His words tumbled out too fast, and the faint pink in his cheeks did little to help his case.
Daeyoung sat up slowly, his body unfolding like a mountain rising to its full height, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the edge of his forearm. “Uh-huh, sure,” he teased, his voice lilting with soft laughter. “You were checking me out.”
“I was not!” Riku shot back almost immediately, though his flushed face betrayed every ounce of his denial. He crossed his arms in faux indignation, but the effect was ruined by the way his gaze flickered nervously to the side, anywhere but at Daeyoung.
Daeyoung grinned wider, a flash of teeth and dimples that somehow only made him look more smug and—Riku hated to admit—irresistibly charming. Without warning, he leaned in closer, his broad presence overwhelming as he closed the distance between them. Riku froze, feeling the heat radiating from Daeyoung’s body, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the musky, natural scent of sweat. It was an intoxicating combination that made Riku feel lightheaded. His composure threatened to crumble further when Daeyoung tilted his head just so, their eyes meeting at a level that left Riku breathless.
“It’s okay, hyung,” Daeyoung murmured, his voice dropping lower, softer, with just a teasing edge. “I like it when you look at me like that.”
“Shut up,” Riku’s breath caught, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Daeyoung could hear it. For a moment, it felt like the gym around them had fallen away, the background noise of people working out and chatters reduced to nothing but a distant hum. But before he could lose himself any further, he huffed in dramatic annoyance—more at himself than at Daeyoung—and spun on his heel. He muttered under his breath, his voice coming out smaller than he’d hoped. Riku stalked off toward a fitness machine, the click of his hurried steps echoing faintly on the floor as he all but fled the scene. Daeyoung softly laughed when he could still see Riku’s red ears when he walked away, the rushed little steps made him only look absolutely endearing.
Later, as Daeyoung moved to his deadlifts, Riku found himself growing increasingly distracted, the water bottle in his hand barely touched as his gaze fixated on the younger boy. The steady pull of the barbell, the straining of Daeyoung’s back muscles as they rippled with each motion, the powerful stretch in his legs as he straightened—each movement was executed with such effortless strength that Riku could do nothing but stare. It was almost unfair how mesmerizing Daeyoung looked, as though the gym had transformed into a private show just for him. The soft clink of weights meeting the floor barely registered in Riku’s ears as he was entirely absorbed, caught somewhere between awe and admiration.
It wasn’t long before Daeyoung noticed. Setting the bar down with a thud that seemed too deliberate, as if he had to break Riku’s focus on him with a loud noise. He straightened up, chest rising with his steady breaths, and turned toward Riku with a smirk. “You know, hyung,” Daeyoung drawled, his voice smug and teasing as he wiped sweat from his brow, “if you want to sit and watch me, you can just say so. I really don’t mind.”
The words were what snapped Riku from his trance, his cheeks betraying him with a quick flush of color. “Don’t flatter yourself,” Riku shot back, his voice sharp with faux indifference, though the crimson hue across his face gave him away far too quickly.
Daeyoung’s chuckle was low and pleased as he walked toward him, every step measured and deliberate, his towering frame casting a slight shadow over the smaller boy. When he leaned down, close enough that Riku could see the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, Daeyoung’s lips curled into that all-too-confident grin. “It’s okay, though,” he murmured softly, voice teasing yet unmistakably warm, “I like being your eye candy.”
The comment was enough to make Riku giggle, his hand instinctively reaching out to swat Daeyoung’s bicep—solid and firm under his touch—with a playful slap. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re cute when you’re flustered,” Daeyoung grinned wider, his golden retriever-like energy radiating off him as he leaned in close to press a quick, unexpected kiss to Riku’s temple. The gesture was soft, affectionate, yet so perfectly timed it sent Riku’s heart stuttering in his chest.
“Daeyoung!” Riku hissed in a panicked whisper, his eyes darting around the gym to see if anyone had noticed. The space, thankfully, was too filled with people focused on their routines to care about the two of them. Despite his concerns, though, Riku couldn’t help the shy smile tugging at his lips, a giddy thrill bubbling in his chest at the sheer nerve of Daeyoung. There was something about the playful risk of it all—being so close, so affectionate, in such a public setting—that sent a shiver of excitement through him.
When he looked back up, Daeyoung was still watching him, the smug, self-satisfied grin plastered across his face as if he’d just won a game he hadn’t even announced. He looked far too proud of himself, a golden retriever who had found his favorite toy and wasn’t planning on letting it go. Riku’s faux annoyance kicked in as he placed his hands on Daeyoung’s chest and pushed lightly. The younger boy obligingly shifted back a step, though he barely had to budge to make it believable.
“Are you done already?” Riku asked, spinning on his heel to head for the showers, an attempt to save himself, though the redness across his cheeks hadn’t quite faded. “Let’s wash up.”
The private locker room had fallen into a hush, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound that filled the space as it cooled their heated skin. Daeyoung sat back on the bench, his body still glistening from exertion, muscles rippling subtly under the dim locker room lights. His broad chest rose and fell steadily, a hand raking through his damp hair as he exhaled, catching his breath.
“You looked amazing out there,” Daeyoung’s deep voice broke the silence, rich with genuine admiration as his gaze settled on Riku. His boyfriend stood a few feet away, tugging off his clingy workout shirt. “Lean, toned… and those biceps? I swear, they’re rock solid—firmer than mine.”
Riku chuckled lightly, clearly flustered by the praise. He rolled his eyes in an attempt to brush it off, though a shy smile tugged at his lips. “It’s just because I’m skinny. You’re the one with actual muscles, not me,” he murmured, sneaking a glance at Daeyoung’s impossibly broad shoulders and the sculpted definition of his arms.
At that, Daeyoung stood up, towering over Riku with a playful grin. “Yeah, but yours are firmer. Mine’s just… squishy.” He flexed one of his massive biceps in mock seriousness, posing comically for Riku’s benefit. Riku couldn’t help but laugh, his endearing eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched. “You’re impossible,” he teased softly.
But then his laughter faded as his gaze lingered on Daeyoung’s arm. Hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of Daeyoung’s shoulder before trailing down to his bicep. His touch was soft, almost shy, as he marveled at the sheer size and warmth of him. “It’s not squishy,” he whispered, his voice quieter now, filled with sincerity. “It’s… comforting. I like how it feels when I link my arm with yours. It feels safe…” He rumbled off, and his eyes dropped to the floor, unable to look up at Daeyoung who he could sense was looking at him with a devouring smirk.
The locker room fell silent again, save for the faint hum of the air. Daeyoung’s smirk softened into something more affectionate as he watched Riku’s cheeks bloom with color. Wordlessly, Daeyoung reached for Riku’s wrists, guiding his smaller arms to rest around his shoulders. Then, with a firm yet gentle tug, he pulled Riku closer until their bodies were flush against each other.
Riku froze for a moment, his heart stuttering at how easily Daeyoung enveloped him. He had always loved how Daeyoung’s embrace made him feel. Small, delicate even, in the younger man’s strong arms. It always felt like just by hugging him, Daeyoung is protecting him away from the world outside, as if nothing mattered anymore. Always just Riku, and him.
“You’re the one who makes me feel safe, hyung,” Daeyoung whispered, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate timbre. His large hands trailed down to Riku’s waist, thumbs stroking the soft fabric of his workout pants as they settled against the curve of his hips. A subtle shiver ran through Riku at the touch, making his breath hitch.
Daeyoung’s gaze darkened slightly as he scanned Riku’s flushed, sweat-kissed face. “And you look so sexy right now,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. “All sweaty and flushed like this… you’re irresistible.”
Riku’s face burned an even deeper shade of pink, and his heart raced under Daeyoung’s piercing gaze. He shifted in place, trying to find his words, but the overwhelming warmth of Daeyoung’s presence made it impossible to think straight. His voice found its way out of his lips when Daeyoung’s was hovering over his. “D-Daeyoung…”
Daeyoung silenced him with a kiss—soft at first, his lips brushing against Riku’s in a way that left no room for protest. The tenderness lasted only a moment before Daeyoung’s confidence took over, making Riku let out a soft yelp at the sudden intensity, his hands instinctively clutching at Daeyoung’s broad shoulders for balance. The kiss was consuming, a blend of sweetness and command that left Riku breathless. He melted into it quickly, tilting his head as Daeyoung took control, their bodies pressing closer as the space between them disappeared entirely.
By the time they pulled apart, Riku’s lips were swollen, and he was gasping softly for air, his head spinning. Daeyoung grinned down at him, his expression one of smug satisfaction, though the affection in his eyes was undeniable.
“You okay, hyung?” he teased, his deep voice playful yet still laced with the huskiness that made Riku’s knees weak.
Riku nodded quickly, though his voice came out unsteady. “Y-Yeah… Just—just warn me next time.”
Daeyoung let out a low, warm laugh as he peeled off his own shirt, revealing the full expanse of his sculpted chest and torso. “Warn you?” he echoed, smirking as he stepped closer again. “You know I’m never gonna do that.”
Before Riku could respond, Daeyoung pulled him in for another kiss—deeper, hungrier this time, as if he’d been holding himself back. Riku whimpered softly against his lips, his smaller frame molding perfectly into Daeyoung’s embrace as the world outside the locker room melted away.
Both of them were still catching their breath, sweat dripping down their bodies in rivulets after an intense workout, but neither cared about the mess. Instead, they clung to each other, their arms locked in a tight embrace, the heat between them radiating like a second skin. The slick slide of sweat only made the contact more intoxicating, their bodies sticking together in a way that felt raw and primal. This wasn’t new to them—they were used to this kind of closeness, soaked in each other’s scent, their skin damp and flushed.
But what made it hotter wasn’t just the physical warmth; it was the undeniable filth of it all, the shared thrill of indulging in something so unapologetically nasty. They relished the intimacy of it, the way their sweat mingled, the damp patches of their clothes clinging to their bodies, accentuating every muscle, every curve. The shameless attraction they felt in these moments, finding each other impossibly hot, both literally and figuratively, embracing the kind of closeness and comfort that only they could understand and crave.
“You’re so hot, hyung. Sometimes I don’t think you realize how sexy you are,” Daeyoung growled, his voice dripping with hunger as he slammed Riku’s wrist against the cold locker, the sharp clang echoing through the empty room. The metallic vibration seemed to sync with Riku’s erratic heartbeat, his chest heaving as Daeyoung’s grip tightened.
Riku whimpered as he let Daeyoung took his arms, stretched them above him, exposing the delicate curve of his armpit. His head lolled to the side, submitting completely as Daeyoung’s lips trailed a slow, deliberate path from his jawline to the flushed column of his throat, down to the curve of his shoulder.
Daeyoung’s tongue darted out, dragging a long, wet stripe across Riku’s armpit, the salty tang of sweat making his lips curl into a wicked smirk. His dark eyes stayed locked on Riku’s face, studying every gasp and shiver, every tremor of need that betrayed his attempts at composure, he was savoring the way Riku squirmed helplessly against him.
“Daeyoung…” Riku gasped, his voice high and trembling, the sound barely coherent as his body shuddered, arching involuntarily. It didn’t matter that Daeyoung had done this before—every time felt like the first. The perfect blend of raw, filthy desire and overwhelming adoration that left Riku’s mind spinning. The sensation walked the line between utter devotion and the dirtiest kind of intimacy, leaving him shaking, his fingers curling uselessly, his toes scrunching as waves of electrifying pleasure consumed him. It wasn’t just touch; it was possession, a claim that left Riku breathless and aching for more.
Then Daeyoung was back to kissing him again, this time filled with an insatiable hunger that left Riku breathless. The lingering heat of their workout was utterly eclipsed by the sudden, blazing intensity crackling between them now. Each press of Daeyoung's lips was desperate yet purposeful, as if he were trying to memorize every inch of Riku’s mouth. Daeyoung’s hands wandered across Riku’s body, trailing from his slender waist to the gentle curve of his hips, worshipping him like he was carved from marble—something flawless, something sacred. His touch was a paradox: grounding yet electric, gentle yet fervent, as if he were holding something both precious and dangerous all at once. The way Daeyoung’s broad palms traced Riku’s skin left sparks of heat blooming wherever they touched, and Riku felt himself melting further into the embrace.
When they finally pulled back for breath, neither dared to break the fragile space between them. Their lips barely ghosted over each other, still tingling from the feverish kiss, as if magnetized and longing to meet again. The warmth of their mingled breaths danced across their flushed faces, sending shivers that curled down to their very cores.
Riku’s dark, determined eyes locked onto Daeyoung’s as he uttered the words, his voice steady and calm but resolute, “Carry me to the shower.” It wasn’t a question, nor a mere suggestion—it was a demand cloaked in a quiet kind of intimacy that left no room for interpretation. The unwavering tone in Riku’s voice seemed to hang in the air between them, laced with desire and unspoken trust.
For a brief moment, Daeyoung blinked, his surprise flickering across his face like a flash of light, there and gone in an instant. But the shift in his expression was unmistakable; the corner of his lips tugged upward into a smirk that was both knowing and eager. He understood immediately what Riku’s request meant—what it promised, what it invited—and the challenge lingering in Riku’s gaze only ignited something deeper within him. Daeyoung never could resist Riku, especially when he looked at him like that, a mix of vulnerability and defiant sassiness that was uniquely his.
Without a word, Daeyoung moved, bending down to scoop Riku into his strong arms as though he weighed nothing. His hands were firm yet gentle, the ease with which he held Riku making the older man feel impossibly cherished. The motion was swift, almost impatient, and the way Daeyoung cradled him so protectively sent Riku’s heart into an unsteady rhythm, the anticipation coiling tightly within him.
The door to the bathroom swung open and slammed shut behind them, the sharp echo resonating through the quiet room, punctuating the building tension. The moment they were in the shower cubicle, Daeyoung wasted no time. He pressed Riku against the cool, smooth tiles of the wall, his broad frame keeping Riku caged between his strong arms and the cold surface. The sudden contrast of sensations—the icy wall against his flushed, overheated skin—made Riku gasp softly, the sound barely audible over the thundering of his own pulse. Shivers ran through him, each one heightening his awareness of Daeyoung’s body so close to his, so unrelenting in its presence.
“Riku,” Daeyoung’s gaze lingered on Riku for only a heartbeat longer, his eyes dark with hunger, before his lips crashed against Riku’s with a ferocity that made the older man tremble. The kiss was everything—desperate, possessive, and impossibly deep. It felt as if Daeyoung was pouring every ounce of his desire, his love, into that kiss, as if he were afraid to leave any space between them untouched. Riku responded in kind, melting against Daeyoung with a soft whimper that only seemed to spur the younger man on further.
“Hm.. Daeyoung, hm..”
The world outside faded into irrelevance as their lips moved in sync, each kiss more fervent, more demanding than the last. Daeyoung’s hands settled on the damp skin of Riku’s, holding Riku up as his fingers splaying across his skin as if he were memorizing every curve, every dip, every inch of him. The tenderness of his touch was juxtaposed by the intensity of his kiss, leaving Riku dizzy and lightheaded, clinging to Daeyoung’s shoulders for balance. He felt as though he were being consumed and adored all at once.
Riku’s gasp was swallowed into the heat of their kiss, his body arching instinctively into Daeyoung’s as if drawn by an invisible pull. One hand clung desperately to Daeyoung’s broad shoulder, fingers curling onto Daeyoung for stability, while the other slid up to tangle in the younger man’s dark hair. He could feel it—the steady drum of Daeyoung’s heartbeat, the smoldering warmth of his body pressed so closely to his own. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made him feel consumed , like Daeyoung’s passion was pouring into him, leaving no corner untouched.
When Daeyoung finally pulled back, the spell didn’t break. He didn’t set Riku down, didn’t step away. Instead, he hovered there, his dark eyes ablaze with something far deeper than desire. There was hunger, yes, but beneath it sat that steady, tender gleam—the quiet respect, the unspoken question. ‘ Are you sure?’
Riku scoffed. Though usually Daeyoung’s consideration always made him melt, Riku couldn’t be more frustrated, not when Daeyoung is lifting him half naked, against the cold tiled walls like this. His heart was pounding as he tried to steady his voice. “You know what I want.”
Daeyoung’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile that set Riku’s stomach fluttering. A low chuckle rumbled from deep in Daeyoung’s chest, the sound reverberating through both of them, vibrating against Riku’s skin where their bodies touched. His lips trailed down along Riku’s jawline, peppering soft, teasing kisses down the column of his neck, each press of his mouth making Riku shiver. “I just needed to hear it, hyung,” Daeyoung murmured, his voice rich and teasing, laced with affection that softened every word. He looked back up, his warm brown eyes twinkling with that mischievous puppy-like glimmer. “Clear consent and all that. You usually hate being spontaneous in places like this.”
Riku’s cheeks burned, the heat rising to the tips of his ears as he rolled his eyes. He turned his face away to hide the blush creeping across his features, though it was far too late for that. “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure,” he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible but dripping with embarrassment.
Daeyoung grinned but finally let Riku down, though the sudden absence of his strong arms around him left Riku feeling slightly off-balance, disappointed by the loss of contact. That disappointment didn’t last long. Daeyoung leaned in again, hands tugging down Riku’s pants and boxers in one swift motion. His lips brushed teasingly over Riku’s, lingering just close enough to drive him insane. “I just don’t want you blaming me later, you know,” Daeyoung whispered against his mouth, his voice low and husky, each word grazing Riku’s flushed skin like a promise.
Riku sighed dramatically, though the smile tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed him. “Well, at least try to control your energy,” he quipped, though the lightness in his tone wavered when Daeyoung’s hands—large and impossibly warm—wandered over his exposed skin.
Daeyoung’s brow lifted, a teasing challenge flashing in his gaze as his palms caressed Riku’s backside, then wandering down to grab a handful of Riku’s perky buttcheeks, squeezing gently before kneading the soft flesh. “Control my energy?” he repeated, his voice dropping, slow and deliberate, as though savoring each word. “Are you saying you don’t want me to go rough on you?”
Riku’s breath caught in his throat, his hips moving instinctively, pushing back into Daeyoung’s hands without thinking. The blush on his face deepened, spreading like wildfire across his cheeks, and he turned his glare upward, dark eyes narrowed in a look that was supposed to be sharp but only managed to be desperate. It was as if he were daring Daeyoung to push further, to keep teasing him until he unraveled completely.
Daeyoung’s smirk softened into something more affectionate, and he leaned down to press a lingering kiss against Riku’s heated cheek, the warmth of his lips lingering long after he pulled back. “That’s what I thought.”
Riku’s frustration bubbled to the surface then, and his hands tightened their grip on Daeyoung’s shoulders, digging in as though to steady himself. “Stop stalling and just—” He paused, biting his lip as he kicked off his pants that were pooled around his ankles. He looked up at Daeyoung again and the words caught in his throat, his face a deep shade of red as he looked away again. “Just… hurry up already,” he finished in a whisper, the quiet plea betraying just how much he wanted this—wanted Daeyoung in him .
“You’re so cute,” Daeyoung chuckled again, the sound low and deliciously amused, though his eyes softened, utterly enamored with the flustered man in front of him. There was something about the way Riku came undone that Daeyoung found irresistible, the contrast between his usual composed self and these moments of vulnerability driving him wild. With a playful hum, Daeyoung discarded his own pants and stepped back toward Riku, the intensity in his gaze returning as he crowded close once more. “Your wish is my command.”
Daeyoung’s lips found his again, claiming them in a kiss that left no space for air or hesitation. It was all-consuming—gentle but firm, teasing but demanding—just like him. As Riku melted into the kiss, he gasped softly when Daeyoung’s strong arms swept him up again, lifting him effortlessly as though he weighed nothing. The older man clung to him instinctively, his fingers curling around Daeyoung’s neck as his legs locked around his waist.
With one hand gripping Daeyoung’s broad shoulder for support, Riku’s other slid down, fingers trailing lower to loosen himself. The way Daeyoung’s hands were supporting him, firmly gripping and spreading his plush cheeks apart made the task easier, granting Riku perfect access to prepare himself. Besides, their quick, intimate session that morning had left him still pliant and ready, making things far smoother. He slipped a slender finger inside, and his breath hitched at the sensation—his body welcomed him easily, his soft walls practically sucking the digit in without resistance.
Riku moaned into Daeyoung’s mouth, the sound muffled but reverberating between them, as Daeyoung devoured his lips with unrelenting hunger. The kiss was deep and consuming, Daeyoung’s tongue tasting every corner of his mouth, leaving Riku breathless. Riku’s fingers moved deeper, and soon two more joined, stretching himself further as his moans turned into drawn-out whimpers. The combination of preparing himself while being held effortlessly against the cold bathroom wall sent a shiver of pleasure through him, his body tingling with every passing second. It was thrilling, intoxicating even, and the heat pooling low in his stomach told him he was more than ready.
Finally satisfied, Riku pulled his hand away and let it settle back onto Daeyoung’s shoulder, leaning more of his weight against the wall to steady himself. Their kiss broke with a gasp, and Riku’s chest heaved softly as he tilted his head back, just enough to meet Daeyoung’s smoldering gaze. For a moment, there was only the sound of their breaths, heavy and charged with desire, until Riku slowly brought his slick fingers to his own lips.
The sight caught Daeyoung completely off guard—his jaw slackened slightly, his dark eyes widening as he watched Riku suck on his own fingers, coating them with his saliva in a way that was both deliberate and utterly sinful. The soft, breathy whimpers Riku made as he did so—so teasing, so wanton—sent a hot wave straight through Daeyoung, leaving him practically mesmerized. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as his gaze darted from Riku’s glistening lips back down to his hand.
Riku smiled then—a slow, seductive curve of his lips that screamed confidence, a look he knew Daeyoung could never resist. There was a sparkle in his half lidded eyes as he brought his wet fingers to Daeyoung’s lips, stopping just close enough to dare him, wordlessly inviting him to lick them.
Daeyoung’s smirk returned, sharp and burning with challenge, his dark gaze locking onto Riku’s like fire meeting gasoline. Without looking away, he kissed the offered fingers first, lips brushing against them with deliberate slowness. Then, with a flick of his tongue, he dragged it over the slick digits, tasting the lingering sweetness of Riku, and leaving his own trails on it, mixing it with Riku’s. The younger’s gaze remained fixed on Riku the entire time, his movements slow and teasing, his expression making it clear he was savoring every second of this moment. Riku’s smile faltered, his breath hitching at the sight of Daeyoung licking his fingers so intimately, his playful act now backfiring as heat rushed through his entire body. The look in Daeyoung’s eyes alone—dark, intense, and filled with unspoken promises—was enough to make him shiver.
Their ragged breaths filled the room as Riku’s trembling fingers slid back down to prepare himself, his velvety walls welcoming the makeshift lubrication. Every movement was deliberate, meticulous, spreading it just right to ease Daeyoung’s way in. Riku’s lips curled into a small, teasing smile, their eyes locking as they leaned into another searing kiss. The shared anticipation between them was electric, a silent understanding of what came next as Riku clung to Daeyoung like his anchor.
Daeyoung’s hands gripped Riku’s hips, lifting him slightly so his aching, leaking precum dick could slide between Riku’s cheeks. The slick contact earned a soft, breathy gasp from Riku, the sound brushing against Daeyoung’s ear like the sweetest melody. And when Riku started grinding back against him, rubbing himself along Daeyoung’s length, the faint whimper that escaped his lips was nothing short of intoxicating.
The movements were messy, driven by desperation and pure need, but Riku’s determination, his burning thirst, and the strength of Daeyoung’s steady hold made it work. Riku’s core trembled from the effort, his body practically melting into Daeyoung’s, lost in the moment and barely tethered to control.
“Daeyoung… please… just put it in…” Riku’s voice cracked, thick with desperation, his tone already trembling on the edge of tears. His pleading eyes locked onto Daeyoung’s, and it was enough to shatter any resolve the younger had left. Daeyoung groaned softly, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Riku’s neck as he gave in. He had intended to tease, to savor every moment, but the strain of holding this position was starting to wear on them both. Even with Daeyoung’s unyielding strength and Riku’s impressive core, they couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Hold on, baby,” Daeyoung whispered, his voice rough with desire. He gripped Riku tighter, trying to lift him just enough to align himself, but the slick heat between them made it difficult. Frustration flickered across Riku’s face, and with a soft tsk, he reached down, wrapping his trembling fingers around Daeyoung. “Let me…” he muttered, guiding him in with a determination that bordered on frantic.
The moment Daeyoung slid inside, everything else fell away. Riku’s body welcomed him effortlessly, his velvety walls stretching and molding perfectly around Daeyoung’s thickness. A low, guttural moan of relief escaped Riku, his head falling back as his body adjusted to the familiar, intoxicating stretch. It felt like coming home, like something that had been missing was finally back where it belonged.
Daeyoung’s breath hitched, his hands gripping Riku’s hips as he let out a deep, reverent groan. The way Riku’s body took him, so completely, so perfectly, was almost too much. His dark eyes flicked up to Riku’s flushed, blissed-out expression, and a soft, breathy laugh escaped him, tinged with pride and adoration.He leaned closer, the words hung thick with awe, his gaze filled with a dizzying mix of love, reverence, and unrelenting desire. “You really are made for me.”
Riku smiled, a mix of pride and shy vulnerability curling on his lips as he reveled in the overwhelming sense of being fully Daeyoung’s, just as much as Daeyoung was his. The realization sent a shiver of warmth through his body, and he leaned in for a kiss, his lips brushing against Daeyoung’s in a slow, deliberate roll of their bodies. The soft moan that escaped Daeyoung’s lips at the subtle movement made Riku smile against the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest. But it wasn’t long before Daeyoung’s hands found his cheeks, squeezing them possessively, his grip tightening with an intensity that made Riku’s breath hitch. Without warning, Daeyoung began to thrust upward, the force behind each movement enough to make Riku gasp, his moan trembling on his lips.
"A-ah... Daeyoung!"
His voice broke, desperate and needy, as Daeyoung claimed him, every thrust filling him with heat and urgency. Daeyoung’s jaw clenched, his movements becoming more focused, more commanding, as hit those spots as if he were staking a claim on Riku, owning him in every way. Despite the raw power of Daeyoung’s thrusts, Riku could feel the way Daeyoung held him up effortlessly, his body being dominated by the younger’s strength.
But as Riku’s grip on Daeyoung began to loosen, the younger man reacted quickly, pinning Riku against the cold bathroom wall. The sudden chill against Riku’s skin drew a startled yelp from him, the contrast between the cold and Daeyoung’s heat almost too much to bear. His head spun, his mind dizzy with the overwhelming sensation of being pounded into the wall, Daeyoung’s powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. Riku could hardly think, all that mattered was the way Daeyoung was making him feel—completely, utterly his.
Daeyoung groaned, the burn of his impending release building up inside him, but his determination never wavered. Riku’s pleasure would always come first. It always had, and it always would. With that thought driving him, Daeyoung leaned into the crook of Riku’s neck, his breath hot against the older man’s skin. He pushed deeper, his movements growing more urgent, as Riku’s nails dug into his back, leaving marks of desperate need. The feeling of Riku’s sharp grip only spurred Daeyoung on, intensifying his focus as he worked to bring Riku to the edge.
Daeyoung finally set an unapologetic, relentless rhythm, each thrust deep and demanding as Riku clung desperately to his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders. The humid air in the bathroom clung to their skin, amplifying the raw heat between them. Riku’s ragged, high-pitched whines filled the space, a stark contrast to the deep, guttural groans spilling from Daeyoung’s lips. His body trembled with every forceful motion, his legs dangling helplessly around Daeyoung’s waist, fully surrendering his weight to the younger man’s powerful grip.
“Fuckk… Hmmmn! Daeyoung…”
Riku moans prettily, full of sinful sweetness, so heavenly that Daeyoung sometimes wondered if Riku was deliberately putting on a show just to drive him wild. Each high-pitched, breathy whimper that slipped past Riku’s swollen lips fanned the inferno inside Daeyoung, urging him to thrust deeper, harder, to pull more of those intoxicating sounds from him. Every shiver, every gasp was his to command, and Daeyoung intended to ruin Riku completely, until those pretty sounds turned hoarse and the only thing he could hear was his name.
“You sound so good, baby.”
“Hm.. Hmm.. Ah! Daeyoung…”
Daeyoung’s gaze was fixed on Riku, devouring every flicker of his expression. When their eyes locked, the same blazing hunger reflected back at him, daring him to push further. Those plump, kiss-bruised lips parted helplessly, releasing sounds that shot straight to Daeyoung’s core. He watched the way Riku’s eyes rolled back, lids fluttering like delicate wings whenever Daeyoung nailed that spot, the one that sent his body arching and trembling in delicious surrender. Daeyoung grinned, wicked and possessive, knowing he was the one unraveling Riku, stripping him of all composure, turning his beautiful moans into desperate cries.
Daeyoung’s hand slipped momentarily, his grip on Riku’s waist faltering as the sweat made their connection slippery. Riku’s back slightly slipped down the cold tiled walls but the small mishap only made Riku tighten his legs around Daeyoung’s waist, pulling him closer. The sudden intensity of the movement sent Riku over the edge, his body shuddering violently as he came with a sharp cry. “A-Ah! Hm..!”
Daeyoung adjusted quickly, his arm tightening around Riku’s quivering frame, while his free hand moved down to stroke him through the aftershocks, coaxing every last drop from him. His lips crashed onto Riku’s in a devouring kiss, teeth and tongues colliding in a messy, desperate union. The overwhelming stimulation made Riku’s head spin, his body entirely at Daeyoung’s mercy. His back arched as he gasped, his release spurting uncontrollably, a few streaks landing on Daeyoung’s flushed face. The sight of Daeyoung’s dark eyes, hooded with lust and smeared with Riku’s essence, made him tremble even more.
Daeyoung’s grunts rumbled against Riku’s neck, each sound vibrating through Riku's overstimulated body. His fingers tangled messily into the hair at the nape of Daeyoung’s neck. Daeyoung groaned, low and animalistic, feeling Riku’s walls clench around him. The vice-like pressure, combined with the intoxicating sounds spilling from Riku’s lips, pushed him dangerously close to the edge. “Fuck, baby…” he growled, his voice raw and strained, his movements becoming erratic.
Riku’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt Daeyoung’s release hit him, the warmth spilling deep inside him. The hot flood of release filled him to the brim and he could feel some of it leaked. The heat spread through him, making him feel stuffed, claimed, and deliriously used. The sensation sent a wave of shivers through his overstimulated body, and he clung tighter to Daeyoung, the connection between them raw, messy, and utterly consuming.
“Daeyoung… Daeyoung… Fuck.. So full..”
Riku's breathy, broken whimpers echoed off the cold tiles, shameless and raw, as Daeyoung kept driving into him, using every inch of Riku's body to wring out every last drop. His hips snapped relentlessly, hands digging into Riku’s thighs as he struggled to keep his lover’s weight from slipping. The way Riku clenched around him, impossibly tight and greedy, only urged Daeyoung to give him more and more, even if himself was close to spent.
As Daeyoung slowed down, his grip faltered slightly. The lewd, slick sounds of their connection mixed with Riku’s unfiltered cries made Daeyoung’s jaw clench, his resolve splintering. He was buried so deep, consumed by the overwhelming squeeze of Riku’s velvety walls that refused to let go, desperate to take everything Daeyoung had to offer.
Daeyoung stilled his hips, his length buried deep as he crushed his lips against Riku’s in a bruising, possessive kiss. He swallowed every muffled moan, each shaky breath, his own low, rumbling hums a wordless reassurance that sent a shiver through Riku’s spine.His hand reached Riku’s back, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the older’s trembling post-orgasm haze. The motion was gentle but firm, a stark contrast to the way he had been pounding into him moments before. He was grounding Riku, tethering him to the heat of his touch, bringing his writhing form back to a more controlled rhythm.
“Breathe, baby,” Daeyoung murmured against Riku’s lips, his voice a low, soothing growl that rumbled deep in his chest. His thumb worked with perfect precision, teasing in a way that made Riku’s body slowly unwind, the frantic tension melting away under his touch. “I’ve got you,” Daeyoung promised, his words both a reassurance and a claim. Riku’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and glassy with pleasure, his chest rising and falling in desperate, uneven gasps. He was sinking into Daeyoung’s touch, overwhelmed and yet grounded by the intensity. Daeyoung’s lips curled into a smirk, a flicker of pride flashing in his eyes as he saw the effect he had on Riku.
Daeyoung carefully eased Riku down to the floor, his hands steady and firm as they guided the older man’s body with tenderness. Riku’s knees wobbled beneath him, his legs unable to fully support his spent, trembling frame. The sheer exhaustion was evident in every quiver of his body, but Daeyoung was quick to react. He immediately steadied Riku, his grip unshakable as he held the older man close, his strength making Riku feel safe and cherished. Daeyoung’s heart swelled with affection as he cradled Riku as if he were something precious, something delicate. With gentle care, he patted Riku’s damp hair, the soft caress of his fingers sending a wave of warmth through the older man’s body. His lips pressed a tender kiss to Riku’s temple, a soft sigh escaping his chest as he spoke with raw adoration, “You did so well for me. You were amazing.” The words were filled with genuine pride and deep affection, his gaze soft as he looked down at Riku, utterly captivated by the beauty of the moment.
Riku clung to Daeyoung’s arms, a breathless pout forming on his swollen lips. “Sticky,” Riku muttered with a hint of irritation in his voice, his lips curling into a pout, eyes narrowed just enough to try and look annoyed. Daeyoung chuckled, the sound rich and warm, amused by Riku’s half-hearted attempt at a demand. That pout was just Riku’s way of demanding attention, and the glint in Riku’s eyes told him everything — he wanted to be pampered, to be taken care of like the precious thing he was. Daeyoung was more than ready to oblige.
“Let’s get you clean now.” Daeyoung said with an amused and fond laugh in his voice, wholly endeared by Riku.
With one arm still around Riku’s waist, Daeyoung reached over to turn on the shower, warm water washing down and enveloping them both. He guided Riku under the shower, the steam cascading away the evidence of their heated session a few minutes ago. The tension in Riku's body melted away almost immediately, his shoulders slumping as he leaned into Daeyoung’s solid frame. Daeyoung’s large hands moved with deliberate tenderness, sliding over Riku’s slick skin, lathering soap with careful strokes. He worked slowly, reverently, as if worshiping every inch of him — and maybe he was.
The rhythmic patter of the water and the glide of Daeyoung’s fingers brought Riku a serene calm, his eyes half-lidded, lips parting with a quiet sigh. Riku’s gaze softened, eyes hazy as he watched Daeyoung in quiet admiration. His mind swam in a dreamy fog, lost in the younger’s quiet devotion. Daeyoung noticed, of course — he always did — and a grin spread across his face. He leaned down, brushing a swift kiss over Riku’s lips. The sweet gesture made Riku giggle, a sound like chimes in the steam-filled space. The moment was tender, almost serene, as if the world outside didn’t exist.
Daeyoung throughly washed away his own sticky remnants out of Riku, being careful enough not to startle Riku who was still sensitive. Though his jaw clenched when Riku moaned softly, the sound filthy even in its exhaustion. Riku let out a breathy, sinful noise as his hips twitching involuntarily when Daeyoung’s finger grazed over his sensitive skin. The sound shot through Daeyoung like a lightning bolt, his restraint hanging by a thread. He sucked in a sharp breath, teeth gritted, his body already eager for more. His restraint nearly snapped, desire licking at the edges of his mind, but he reined himself in. He knew Riku’s body was spent, his muscles trembling from pleasure-induced exhaustion. As much as he ached to pin Riku against the tiles and take him again — he knew the older would let him, beg for it even — Daeyoung’s priority was clear: Riku needed rest, needed the gentleness he deserved.
When they were finally clean, Daeyoung reached for the shower knob, turning off the steady stream of water. Droplets clung to their skin, shimmering in the dim, hazy light of the bathroom, and Daeyoung’s hand instinctively cupped Riku’s jaw, his thumb tracing a tender path along the curve of his cheek. “All done, baby,” he murmured, his voice soft but weighted with a quiet affection that made Riku’s heart flutter. “Let’s get you warm.”
Daeyoung’s words were a promise, gentle yet certain, as he guided Riku out of the cubicle with one arm securely around his waist, steadying his slightly wobbly frame. The cool tiles beneath their feet provided a sharp contrast to the lingering warmth of the shower, and Daeyoung, ever attentive, let Riku perch on the edge of the closed toilet seat. Riku settled gracefully, his small frame folding in on itself in a way that reminded Daeyoung of a well-mannered, delicate cat. His eyes followed Daeyoung’s every movement, trusting and serene, as the younger man retrieved a thick, plush bathrobe from the hook nearby.
Carefully, Daeyoung guided Riku to help him put on the bathrobe, enveloping him in its softness. His fingers savored the moment, brushing against fabric and Riku’s skin beneath, marveling at the way Riku let him do this without hesitation. His dark lashes fluttered against flushed cheeks, his body yielding entirely to Daeyoung’s care. There was something sacred about these moments, the way Riku surrendered himself so completely, the quiet way he leaned into every touch, his vulnerability shining through, allowing Daeyoung to care for him as though his body, his limbs, every part of him belonged to Daeyoung.
“You did so well, kitten. So good for me,” Daeyoung murmured, his voice low and velvety, wrapping around Riku like a soft, invisible embrace. The pet name might have been on the cheesy side, but for Riku, it was anything but. Each syllable dripped with warmth and tenderness, a quiet declaration of how much Daeyoung cherished him. It wasn’t just a nickname; it was a promise, a way of showing Riku just how precious he was in Daeyoung’s eyes. A blush warmed Riku’s cheeks, his heart swelling at the sweetness laced in Daeyoung’s tone. Daeyoung couldn’t help but smile, the corners of his lips curling with a mix of pride and affection Watching Riku respond to his words—how his slight frame seemed to relax further, his shoulders softening under the weight of the praise—filled Daeyoung with a profound sense of fulfillment. He felt a quiet smugness at the power he held to make Riku feel this loved, but more than that, he was touched. It wasn’t the kind of smugness born from arrogance but from an awed gratitude, as if he’d been given the greatest privilege to witness someone bloom so beautifully under his affection.
“You’re incredible, love.” Daeyoung whispered again, his thumb brushing softly along Riku’s jawline, as if to underline the sincerity of his words. His voice was like a lullaby, weaving through the moment and grounding them both in its intimacy.Riku nuzzled into Daeyoung’s touch instinctively, seeking the warmth and safety that seemed to radiate from him in endless waves. Riku’s lips curved into a shy smile, his eyes fluttering closed as he soaked in Daeyoung’s gentle adoration.
As Daeyoung finished tying the robe securely around Riku, he leaned in to press a feather-light kiss to Riku’s temple. “So good for me,” he murmured again, the words as much for himself as for Riku, a mantra that reminded him how lucky he was to hold this boy in his arms. Riku let out a soft hum in response, tilting his head to rest against Daeyoung’s shoulder, utterly content.
Daeyoung went and wore the bathrobe of his own as Riku watched him, waiting for him like a patient cat, blinking so sweetly. A smile tugged at Daeyoung’s lips as he kneeled down to dry Riku’s hair with a towel. The older boy sat still, patient and pliant under Daeyoung’s careful hands, until a playful crinkle of annoyance flitted across his features when Daeyoung scrubbed a little too enthusiastically. His eyes closed tightly, his nose scrunched, his lips puckered into an exaggerated pout, and his brows furrowed, making him look irresistibly adorable. Daeyoung let out a soft laugh, utterly captivated by how Riku could look so irresistibly endearing even in the simplest moments, his chest swelling with affection at the sight.
“You’re so cute when you do that,” Daeyoung said quietly, his voice almost breaking from the weight of the love he felt. He continued to dry Riku’s hair more gently this time, as if he were handling the most precious thing in the world. The bathroom was quiet save for the rhythmic sound of the towel against damp hair, but the atmosphere was heavy with intimacy, a tenderness that hung between them like a comforting blanket.
As he finished, Daeyoung leaned forward, “There we go, all cozy now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the corner of Riku’s mouth in a fleeting kiss. Riku’s eyes softened, glimmering with a mixture of love and sleepiness, and he reached out to curl his fingers around Daeyoung’s wrist.
Riku adored the way the soft, fluffy bathrobe caressed his skin, wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. He nuzzled into its embrace, his slender arms wrapping around himself as if savoring every ounce of coziness. The gesture was so endearing it made Daeyoung chuckle softly, his eyes twinkling with pure affection. “Let me pamper you, love,” Daeyoung murmured, his voice low and tender, as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Riku’s lips. It was a kiss full of promises—sweet, unhurried, and filled with the depth of his love.
Daeyoung then bent down and swept Riku up into his arms with ease, cradling him in a bridal carry. The sudden movement earned a surprised yelp from the older boy, who instinctively clung to Daeyoung’s strong neck and broad shoulders for support. His cheeks flushed, and a breathless laugh escaped him as he looked up at Daeyoung’s face, which was lit with a playful grin. Riku couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly Daeyoung made him feel weightless, both in body and spirit.
The journey to the bathroom door was punctuated by a small, endearing obstacle when Daeyoung struggled to open the door. Riku noticed the slight squirm of Daeyoung’s hand supporting him, trying to shift his grip without letting go of Riku, to reach for the handle. A soft giggle bubbled from Riku’s lips as he watched Daeyoung’s determined expression, his puppy-like nature showing even in moments like this. It was these little things that made Riku’s heart swell—the way Daeyoung was simultaneously strong and dependable yet adorably clumsy, his love shining through in the smallest gestures.
“I got it,” Riku whispered, leaning over to twist the handle open with one hand, all while keeping his other arm securely wrapped around Daeyoung. The door clicked open, and Daeyoung let out a soft laugh, tilting his head down to meet Riku’s gaze. “What would I do without you?” he teased, his tone warm and teasing as he pressed another kiss to Riku’s lips. This one was slower, deeper, a thank-you wrapped in the sweetness of his touch.
As they stepped out of the bathroom, the cold breeze of the locker room greeted them making Riku instinctively clung a little tighter to Daeyoung, his delicate fingers curling around the younger man’s arm. The shift in atmosphere was subtle but enough to unsettle him. The room, cooled by the low hum of the air conditioner, carried a chill meant to ease the post-workout heat, but now it felt like an unwelcome intruder, prickling at Riku’s sensitive skin. Daeyoung felt his jaw tighten in frustration, silently cussing the innocent machine for causing even the smallest discomfort to Riku.
With infinite care and focus on the boy in his arms, Daeyoung brought Riku to the couch, lowering him onto the plush cushions like he was handling fragile porcelain. The older boy melted into the softness with a quiet, satisfied sigh, his slender frame looking impossibly small and delicate against the oversized furniture. Daeyoung hovered for a moment, his gaze lingering on Riku’s peaceful expression. His dark hair clung in damp strands to his temple, framing his face like a picture Daeyoung never wanted to stop admiring. Gently, he brushed a stray lock from Riku’s forehead, his fingers light and reverent as if the simple touch might communicate all the love he felt.
Riku’s eyes fluttered halfway open at the contact, his lips parting in a soft pout, but before he could say anything, Daeyoung whispered, “Stay right here, baby.” His voice was calm, grounding, yet filled with a quiet urgency to ensure Riku’s comfort. He gave Riku a quick peck on the lips with his sweet smile before getting up, crossing the room to fetch a pair of warm training pants and adjust the air conditioner. Daeyoung was meticulous as he nudged the temperature higher—not enough to make the room stuffy, just enough to chase away the chill. In his mind, nothing mattered more than making sure Riku felt safe, warm, and loved in every possible way.
He could hear Riku’s incoherent whine when Daeyoung didn’t return to him immediately, 5 seconds was too long to be apart from him. Daeyoung laughed as he returned to the couch. He knelt beside Riku, who now looked half-asleep, his lashes casting delicate shadows over his flushed cheeks. Daeyoung’s touch was as gentle as a summer breeze as he slid the warm pants up Riku’s legs, his fingers brushing against soft, pliant skin. Riku didn’t resist, his body completely trusting and pliant under Daeyoung’s care. Once the pants were snug around Riku’s waist, Daeyoung sat back slightly to admire him. Riku’s eyes were barely open, their gaze hazy with drowsiness, but they still sought Daeyoung’s face, anchoring to the warmth and safety he provided. “All better now,” Daeyoung murmured, brushing a thumb across Riku’s cheek. His reward was the faintest smile on Riku’s lips, a sleepy, contented curve that sent a surge of adoration through Daeyoung’s chest.
Daeyoung paused himself as he was lost in the sight of Riku being cozy of the result of his aftercare. He couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on Riku, completely captivated by the sight before him, making him realize once again how much he wants to keep making Riku feel this cherished and safe. He was busy enough being distracted in his own thoughts as he realized Riku looked up to him, holding up his arms like a child, his big sparkly eyes shining with want as he pouted. a quiet plea that spoke louder than any words could.
“Cuddles?” Daeyoung asked softly, tilting his head as he tried to interpret the adorable request. His voice was gentle, laced with playful curiosity as he smiled down at Riku. But Riku let out a soft, whiny noise in response—a sound that was equal parts exasperation and affection, as if to say, You have to ask?! His pout deepened, and his brows furrowed just slightly, the tiniest flicker of annoyance crossing his features.
Daeyoung couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the sight. “Okay, baby, I got you,” he said, his voice warm with laughter and love. He crouched down, scooping Riku up with ease, holding him close as though he were the most precious thing in the world. “You’re too cute for your own good, you know that?” he murmured, his lips brushing against Riku’s temple in a featherlight kiss.
As Riku nestled into his arms, his pout softened into a contented smile, the earlier frustration melting away. He nuzzled into Daeyoung’s chest, his hands clutching at the fabric of Daeyoung’s bathrobe as if to anchor himself in the safety of his embrace. Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, a touch so soft it made Riku sigh against Daeyoung’s mouth. Without hesitation, Daeyoung shifted Riku onto his lap, cradling him close as his large hands began tracing calming circles over Riku’s back, the motion lulling the older further into his haze of contentment.
The air around them was warm and gentle, a cocoon of intimacy that seemed to make the world beyond fade into irrelevance. Daeyoung wrapped his arms securely around Riku, one hand tracing soothing patterns on his back while the other cradled him close. Riku let out a soft, contented sigh, his face pressed against Daeyoung’s neck as he melted into the affection.
“You’re so spoiled,” Daeyoung teased quietly, though his tone was devoid of any real reproach. If anything, there was a note of pride in his voice, as if he relished the fact that he was the one Riku trusted enough to be this vulnerable with.
“It’s your own fault. You made me this way.”
Riku’s reply was muffled against the plush fabric of the bathrobe, but Daeyoung could understand him just fine. The words carry some smugness in it, but also a shy, bashful sentiment that only Riku could carry with him. It made Daeyoung softly laughed, how Riku was perfectly knowledgeable of his own privilege. The endearing sentiment pushed Daeyoung to lift Riku's chin for a kiss again. This time fully conveying his feelings, how he feels Riku is everything. The kiss was breathless, making Riku taken aback by how passionate it was, his muffled whimpers telling how he was struggling to keep up with Daeyoung’s pace. With his boyfriend’s hands rubbing calming circles on his back, Riku was fast to be drowned in the younger’s love, so drunk of how intense it was that it made him hazy.
When their kiss broke, Riku’s dazed smile was almost childlike, his fingers coming up to cup Daeyoung’s face as he gazed at him with open adoration, tracing the lines of his boyish yet mature features as he giggled softly, utterly intoxicated by Daeyoung’s presence. "You’re so cute, Daeyoungie. I love you so much," Riku murmured, his words slurred with affection as he nuzzled into the crook of Daeyoung’s neck.
“I think you’re the one cuter,” Daeyoung chuckled lowly, his arms tightening protectively around Riku’s smaller frame. "I love you too," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Riku’s neck.
Shifting carefully, Daeyoung maneuvered them both to lay down, ensuring Riku rested comfortably half on top of him. Riku hummed contentedly, his face rubbing against Daeyoung’s chest like a contented cat expressing his affection and gratitude in the sweetest way, his fingers clutching at Daeyoung’s bathrobe as if to anchor himself. Within moments, Daeyoung felt Riku’s body go limp, his breath evening out as sleep claimed him.
Daeyoung watched him, his heart swelling with a warmth so profound it made his chest ache. The sight was so sweet that it made Daeyoung’s heart ache with joy. His arms tightened slightly, a silent vow to protect the boy nestled in his embrace, wrapped up in each other. Daeyoung thought to himself that there was no place in the world he’d rather be than here, holding Riku close, basking in the quiet bubble of their love. As Riku slept soundly, Daeyoung stayed awake just a little longer, savoring the moment and the privilege of holding the person he loved most in the world.