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Sion is not a particularly violent person. There's little explanation to what drove him here, in this gym. The faint scent of iron that seems to perpetually linger and the rhythmic tap, tap, taps of fists hitting punching bags and of gloves hitting faces. They're all quite familiar now, like that time he lost a tooth and could taste the metallic smell in the air all the way down to his esophagus. It was sort of soothing.
I want to get into shape.
That's what he had told his friends when they first started questioning the sudden appearance of bruises on his body. It wasn't that bad admittedly, he was only careless for the first few months, as most beginners are. Freshly eighteen and still scrawny, never been in a brawl in his life. Sion had been far too preoccupied with farm work for the better part of his developing years.
The statement was entirely true. Boxing is very much cardio heavy, you don't need much more than regular practice to get fit in the way he was hoping for. And then Sion made someone hit the ground for the very first time in his life and felt like the sun could dim in comparison to the heat traveling from his fist up to the thing beating inside of his chest, pumping out blood that seems to boil whenever he's back in the ring.
The competitive side of it hit him like a truck, the urge to throw a punch turning into the itch to win.
It's grounding too. Methodical and exhausting in a way that makes him empty out his mind and turn the sharp end of his focus on the way his toes are pointed, the wind up he needs to land a hit, the tension between his shoulder blades. Calling it a form of meditation might be a bit too far out of a reach though, but it does calm him. It makes him feel real in a way nothing else ever has.
There's a gloved fist landing in his. Well, in the punching mitts he's wearing. The impact still makes its way up to his elbow because this kid is freakishly strong and also the reason Sion doesn't call this place calming at all these days.
This gym is something like his sanctuary. A place he started out being in as a regular until the owner took a liking to him and offered Sion a spot amongst the staff. He's here for the better part of the day, oftentimes opening and still training right up until closing time.
That unfortunately means he's in charge of handling Kim Daeyoung. A newbie. Impossibly annoying and stupidly cute, in a pathetic kicked puppy kind of way.
"He reminds me of you, kind of." Riku had told him a month ago, only a couple of weeks after Daeyoung first stepped in here wearing the ugliest tracksuit Sion's ever seen and a smile like there's never been a cloud up in the sky.
"Huh?" That was the only possible response at the time. If Daeyoung's fire then surely Sion must be water. Extroverted and unapologetic in his own presence and quite nothing like Sion knows himself to be.
Riku had pointed his chin to the ring, where Daeyoung was refusing to tap out of a very obvious loss in his favor. "He doesn't know how to give up."
He'd found himself observing the boy ever since. Riku is right. Daeyoung's footwork is sloppy, his form is all over the place and to be honest he's nowhere near being able to compete professionally, not that he actually knows if that's his goal. But once he steps into the ring there's something captivating about the way he exhales with every hit he throws. Something that makes Sion feel annoyingly out of breath himself when Daeyoung manages another KO, that's probably what got him to train with the coaches exclusively. Most of the other kids around are a little too scared of Daeyoung.
Sure, he's imposing. The guy is big. He's just not that good, not really. And that proud look on his face whenever someone makes the mistake of praising him only serves to piss Sion off when he knows Daeyoung only wins matches from sheer will. He knows that because he trains him and the guy never fucking actually learns what Sion is already kind enough to try and teach him.
Sion slaps the flat side of his puncher's glove to Daeyoung's jaw.
"You're open. Block your face if you don't want to get hit." He says, exhaling slowly through his nose. This is probably the most basic thing he's been trying to drill into Daeyoung's head.
"Sorry hyung." The other answers. There's a bead of sweat falling from his temple all the way down to the redness left on Daeyoung's jaw. He colors so easily.
Sion brings the mitts back into position, waiting for him to punch into them. Daeyoung's left elbow lifts, his gloved fist hitting into it with a force that would easily knock Sion out if only he'd aimed higher up, if maybe this wasn't just practice. They've rarely been in the ring together, Sion doesn't like the idea.
The redeeming thing about the way this boy fights is that he never brings down the intensity, he punches into Sion's padded palms like there's a prize in there he wants to win.
Daeyoung puffs and punches again, the sound infinitely louder than the beat coming from the speakers. Sion doesn't look at his face, he stares at the younger man's form and clicks his tongue.
"Use your knees and your waist. It's not all in the arms."
God, how stupid can this boy be? He feels like he's repeating it for the hundredth time. He already knows the other will cough and let another apology slip out.
"Yes! Um, sorry hyung." Adjusting his right foot and adding weight to it for the right hook he throws him.
None of it matters, Sion looks back up to see his unguarded face and Daeyoung is already pink all over with his eyes glued to the mitts in Sion's hands. The black of his hair always looks slightly blue underneath the fluorescent light in this corner of the gym, even darker made by the dampness of sweat on his scalp. His eyebrows are pulled tight to the middle. His teeth busying over his bottom lip, one wrong movement could make him split it open.
That makes Sion's hand move. His glove hits the side of Daeyoung's face, hard. The other yelps, not before his teeth sink into his lip to create a thin red line that's not quite deep enough to draw blood.
"Do you like this?" Sion asks, knowing it makes him sound slightly crazy as he slaps him again only much softer. To make a point of it. "You like getting hit in the face? Why won't you guard?" Lightly tapping Daeyoung's red cheek to punctuate every question.
He lets him babble through a series of unfortunate Huh? Uh. I- I, ah- um, and steps back. Daeyoung's eyes tend to turn big and round when Sion scolds him, like a very scared or pitiful dog. The younger's voice always goes careful and soft around the edges when it comes to Sion, which he can't make sense out of. Daeyoung is usually so bright and bubbly with anybody else.
There's that suspicion, that's probably the core of Sion's problem with him. That Daeyoung never hits him as hard as Sion knows he could when they do actually fight, that he makes his stupid six foot tall self smaller and stutters through words Sion's used to hear from the other side of the gym because Daeyoung's voice is usually so goddamn loud. Like Sion needs to be handled differently. Like he's delicate or something equally offending.
Sion sighs. "You need a break. Hell, I need a break." He tears the velcro off his wrists using his teeth, ignoring Daeyoung's obvious stare on him. The younger cowers but still nods. He always agrees.
Sion doesn't look back at Daeyoung's frame before he turns and heads out for a cigarette. He already knows the other has disappointment all over his face and a hand rubbing at his nape, big and sweaty and muscular in his form fitting gym wear.
Sion grabs a jacket and uses the staff door, feeling the bitter wind of late winter whipping at his sweat soaked skin as he slumps his back to the brick wall and kicks his shoe in the soft layer of snow that's been falling since this morning. He can't wait for this to be over, Sion doesn't like winter. He doesn't like runny noses and colds and having to dress up for the weather. The faint burn of smoke invading his mouth as he lights the cig hanging from his mouth does nothing to help.
Sion hates the snow too, how white and plain it is. The canvas like design it forces on everything it touches always makes his mind run. So he closes his eyes, he softly leans back on the wall as he tilts his head upwards and still, he thinks. About Daeyoung mostly. Because as much as he hates to admit it that's what he's been doing ever since the other signed up for one of their programs.
He thinks about how different and incompatible they both are, how Daeyoung never really listens, only pretends to. How the other is so far off from being his type, the opposite of it really.
Sion has his eyes closed and a cigarette in his mouth. He's freezing, his neck is still sweaty and it makes the cold almost sting, his jacket barely helping him stay warm at all. He has Daeyoung on his mind. The shape of him. The way his muscles stretch or flex, the ones he usually sees and the less obvious ones, that he can only imagine are hiding underneath his clothes. The way his top and bottom lip are different sizes, the cutesy shape of his nose and his otherwise masculine appeal.
It's annoying, having to convince himself it isn't physical attraction that he feels. It can't be. Not when the younger man does nothing but upset him whenever they interact.
Maybe it's a matter of ego. Maybe Daeyoung isn't actually bad in the slightest and Sion is being kind of an asshole with a terribly fragile masculinity. He can't handle watching Daeyoung bounce back to Riku and make small talk like he just couldn't wait but to run away from Sion. Watching them stand awfully close when Sion's pretty sure he's never touched Daeyoung without a glove on his hand.
It's not jealousy though, there's nothing to be jealous of. He just wants Daeyoung to take him seriously if he's going to keep up with training him. He wants him to stop squirming when they have to stand close to spar just to turn around and hang off of Sakuya's shoulders- they aren't even allowed to practice together yet.
Yushi says he's in denial, as if Yushi knows anything else than how many minutes he needs to put his instant ramen cup in the microwaves for. Okay, maybe Sion's being petty again. Maybe he just wants the resident overgrown gym puppy to be less of a pain in the ass to deal with, it's not like anything negative ever happened between the two. So, he's just being contemplative about it. And petty.
He stubs out his cigarette with the heel of his shoe before flicking it into the bin that stands by the backdoor entrance. The warmth inside greets him like a hug, he feels his shoulders relaxing even though his skin is still freezing. What wouldn't he do for a smoke.
Daeyoung is sitting on a bench chatting with Ryo and Sakuya as they both spar, probably being a distraction for the both of them more than anything else. Very little could change the fate of this match up though, Sakuya's never lost to Ryo. They're the youngest around and while Sion loves them like his actual kids, he sort of pities Riku for having to try and teach Ryo anything when the boy could probably be knocked over by a gust of wind if they were to open the windows. But Riku is even worse when it comes to being weirdly paternal of the kid so he's never complained once, which only serves to make Sion look quite pathetic when he starts grumbling about Daeyoung.
"What's with the nasty look?" Yushi pops up from seemingly nowhere.
He hadn't noticed but Sion really was glaring. "Huh? Nothing." He says, trying to make his eyebrows untense.
"Oh." Yushi follows Sion's line of sight. "Can't you leave the poor guy alone?" He pouts, chewing the straw of his juice box.
Sion gasps, offended. "Wha- Stop making it sound like I'm bullying him!" He heats up, always susceptible to Yushi's teasing.
"Hyung, at least leave the hormones at home then. I feel sick." He claims, freeing the straw and sticking his tongue out like the juice left a poor taste in his mouth.
Sion rolls his eyes, rubs at his left ear and feels the blush sitting under his skin. "Don't make it into something when it isn't." Even though he knows it's pointless. Yushi has a better read on him than probably anyone else he's ever known.
"Yeah, right." Yushi snorts. Riku calls him over and he shrugs before turning on his feet and leaving Sion to get flustered all on his own.
It's not like that. It really isn't like that.
When he glances back up to where Daeyoung was sitting, the first thing his eyes catch on are how his knees are spread. The thick skin of his thighs disappearing into the hem of his shorts and his hands, soothing circles into his knuckles where they sit on his lap. Sion wants to tear his eyes off but, fuck. He feels his eyebrows furrowing again, ticking himself off just by indulging.
He senses it before he even looks up but Daeyoung is staring back. He swallows down the dryness in his throat and flits his gaze up to catch his. Beet red and chewing down on his lip again. They both look away at once. Sion squashes down the hunger by filling himself up with water. He chugs down an ice cold bottle he gets from the fridge in the tiny staff room and pretends he's not slightly dizzy, refusing to acknowledge the kind of look Daeyoung was giving him.
Stupid. This is really stupid. Daeyoung can act like a total airhead when Sion tries correcting his form just to turn around and be charming to everyone else, to be unrelenting in the ring. But his eyes always linger back towards Sion for a reaction, something he's unfortunately noticed. It's hard to ignore.
He has to go back, they're not done for the day. Daeyoung always stays right up until Sion has to close up the place. Have a good night hyung. See you tomorrow. He usually tells him, bowing slightly before he walks up to the bus stop. Sion has wondered more than once if giving him a ride would be overstepping, so he's never offered.
Daeyoung is back up and using the punching bag in their usual spot when Sion steps back in, the kids are leaving and he makes a detour to ruffle Sakuya's hair before wishing them a safe way back.
"Getting tired?" He asks, eyeing the way Daeyoung is lazily throwing hits. The back of his neck pink and something like inviting.
He flinches, looking over his shoulder. "Huh? Not at all." And then he flashes a grin that's way cuter than it should be.
Sion purses his lips, trying not to smile. "You sure? It's getting late." He says, pointing his thumb behind himself where he knows Yushi and Riku must be gathering their bags and heading out. "We can close up a little early."
"No way!" Daeyoung puffs out his chest, full of energy again. He's like a puppy, Sion thinks once again. Maybe he's just as weak to the boy's charms as everyone else seems to be. "I'm still good to go."
There's no denying him, Daeyoung always makes this run as long as he can and Sion always obliges even though he swears up and down that training this kid is sucking the life out of him. It really isn't, sure he tends to get on his nerves, but Daeyoung is so passionate that he tends to become endearing instead of the usual annoying once it gets late enough and both of Sion's mind and body are wearing down.
Sure enough, they end up facing each other with Daeyoung fucking up on his footwork and punching into Sion's mitts for another hour. He only slaps him on the jaw again twice, trying to drive it into his head and then giving up on it, for tonight at least, along the way. Instead, he lets himself take mental notes on useless little things like how fluffy Daeyoung's hair is, how it bounces with his movements and how soft it must feel if Sion were to card his fingers through.
It's getting late, for real this time, but when Sion steps away to chug the rest of his energy drink - something he'll regret later when sleep doesn't find him, Daeyoung is still squirming.
"Hyung, get in the ring with me?"
Oh? Daeyoung sounds nervous, his words a little shaky. Hopeful maybe.
Sion hums. Thinks about it for one long minute because... Sion's not sure he wants to. Daeyoung is neither someone he thinks is too strong to handle or too weak to spar with, he actually thinks they're a good match up. The younger is taller, bigger when it comes to the physicality of it but Sion has a better understanding of boxing. Has a better understanding of Daeyoung than the other could ever have of him. Sion knows his weak points, knows where he'd have to hit to get him to tap out. He could outsmart him with technique alone, that's what boxing is all about.
But Sion wants to see Daeyoung uninhibited. He wants to have a glimpse of a Daeyoung who isn't constantly acting overly careful around him and he's aware that's only possible if they're both standing equal in the ring.
"Sure. On one condition." He starts, already heading for it. Daeyoung perks up, he seems suprised that Sion's agreed even though he's never tried asking before. "Give me everything you've got." Sion looks back and lets his lips curl into something daring.
The other nods, of course he does. He's the only one matching Sion's competitiveness in this gym. Honestly, he might even be worse.
Sion switches out the punching gloves he's wearing for actual ones. Violet and worn down, the ones he uses to compete. He slips in between the ropes and the blood in his body falls down to his feet, grounding him. Pulling him down in place. He breathes out, anticipating the rise in adrenaline he knows will hit as soon as the other joins.
When Daeyoung jogs over and steps into the ring, he bows to Sion. "Thank you, hyung." His tongue is peeking out, wetting his lip. He's still nervous, for whatever reason.
It's easy to forget that Daeyoung's only been here for a short amount of time. Sion looks him up and down and feels it. The desire to bring him down. To pin this bigger man to the floor and make him admit defeat.
He hums, his smirk sharp. "You ready?" Sion is calm, his breathing is steady.
Daeyoung answers by getting into position. His fists up to his chin, his knees spread and bent, his shoulders locked. Sion is almost ticked off by how it actually looks decent. He scoffs and raises his gloves up to his jaw.
Sion takes the first step, he wants to corner him but first he needs to land a hit. They're both in pretty bad condition, ideally for a match you can't really already be as tired as Sion and Daeyoung are after being in the gym all day but they're all alone here, it doesn't matter much. He just needs to take the lead, not make himself a target. Keep his moves clean rather than try to go too fast.
He rotates his middle, using his arm as a lever for his right hook. Sion breathes out roughly, his fist landing on Daeyoung's forearm. The other grunts something satisfying to Sion's ears, stepping back just like he wanted him to. Daeyoung sucks at defense, he's an aggressive fighter, so he retaliates. Sion blocks a jab but still feels it.
When Daeyoung hits again it lands in his side, his rib stings and Sion feels alive.
Staying relaxed is the key, being tense is only going to slow him down. He exhales again, punching right where the younger is open and forcing him into a corner. Sion takes a few hits for the sake of limiting Daeyoung's angles, but the adrenaline makes him swim through the pain. He bears through offense to control the ring, to push Daeyoung into stepping back, back, back until he's meeting the fence.
He looks a little helpless like this, cornered and punching back with determination in between his eyebrows. He's really beautiful. Sion hates that even in this headspace, where he lets his body remember how to move on its own, he still has half a mind to notice. Daeyoung is pink in the face and puffing out open mouthed bursts of exhaustions, grunting when Sion takes a swing at him and makes it land in the middle of his chest.
The last one has Daeyoung's gloves moving down on pure instinct, trying to guard his chest and leaving his face entirely open, scrunched up and hissing. Sion's palm is itching for something, for really teaching this idiot why he's been so adamant on getting him to guard his pretty face.
His fist moves and his knuckles burn through the padded fabric when they make contact with Daeyoung's cheekbone. The other stumbles back, a hand trying to keep him upright by gripping the rope, his foot slipping underneath him.
<"Fuck.." He groans, a glove coming up to cover his face.
Sion doesn't notice right away, obviously. He lets Daeyoung fall down on his ass and look up at him with big, awful and pathetic eyes. This angle is kind of nice. Huh. And then Daeyoung brings his hand back down and there's blood dripping out of his nose and tracing all the way down to his chin.
"Oh shit!" He drops down to his knees, tearing his gloves off to tilt Daeyoung's head back up, like he knows is needed when someone has a nosebleed. How'd that even happen? Didn't he just hit his cheek? He could've sworn. But fuck, it's really spilling out. His nose doesn't look crooked though. "Holy shit, are you okay?"
"It's fine." Daeyoung says, his chest rising with trembling breaths, which doesn't help soothe the panic that SIon is trying to push back down. "We can keep going."
Sion has both thumbs hooked under his jaw, his hands firmly keeping him in place as he tries waiting for the nosebleed to stop. He's not even really listening at all. "You're bleeding, stop talking."
Daeyoung is red and wet all over his lip and chin, he's staring at the ceiling. He's still talking. "I can take it." It's getting on his teeth.
"Are you crazy?" Finally registering what Daeyoung is attempting to say. Guilt is slowly rising inside of Sion's throat but the apology resting on the tip of his tongue doesn't make its way out. Maybe it's his ego.
He realizes instead, that he's touching Daeyoung with purpose for the first time. That neither of them flinched or pushed away. He has him in the palm of his hands, literally.
His thumb moves like it's got its own one track mind, swiping across Daeyoung's lip and smearing the blood off and onto his cheek instead. The other makes a small noise in the back of his throat. His bared and exposed throat. Sion's noticing a lot of things right now.
"No... I can take it." Gloved hands are coming up to hold on to Sion's wrists, or at least try to. Sion's thumb is still close enough to feel the seam of his mouth move. "Hyung, you can hit me again."
Sion pauses. That phrasing has got to be way off.
"...What?" He blinks, feeling the other's face heat up underneath his fingers. His neck is tinged with pink. The thin blood on his chin is starting to dry.
"I said you can-"
Sion forces Daeyoung's head back down, to be able to meet his eyes again. "Are you feeling dizzy? How many fingers am I holding up?" He sticks his palm in front of the younger's nose, which is still dripping back down on his face, trying to think of what the symptoms for a concussion are.
"Four. Hyung I'm fine." He sighs with a small smile under the blood still clinging on to his top lip. Sion doesn't think about why it makes his stomach flip. Instead he registers that Daeyoung's speech isn't slurred but that his face is still flushed.
What if he's feeling fevered? Sion might have really fucked up. Maybe he'll have to get him actual medical help, maybe-
"You didn't hit me hard enough for that." He continues, exhaling a soft laugh, batting away Sion's hand.
This kid... He's so fucking annoying. Sitting here with an attitude and blood on his face. Asking for nonsensical things, refusing to admit he's lost. "Shut up. I'm not gonna hit you again, we're done for tonight."
And that should be it. Daeyoung should nod his head and yield to Sion's word if nothing else because that's usually what he does. But his eyes are still locked onto Sion's, dilated and begging.
"Okay. But hyung-" He turns a deeper red. His gloved fist putting pressure on and forcing Sion's left hand to stay right where it is, holding the side of his jaw. Looking like he really doesn't want to say it at all, he still does: "It feels good when you do it."
That's when Sion realizes. That Daeyoung isn't being cocky or a bad sport, that his masochistic need to feel Sion strike him again is coming from something else entirely. The thought makes its way straight down to his dick.
Surely... surely Daeyoung can't really be asking him for this. Except he totally is and the memory of him sitting there, legs spread and face flushed earlier on that stupid bench is flashing in Sion's mind. Making eye contact, Daeyoung has that same kind of look on his face right now.
"...What does? This?" He allows his palm to very softly slap Daeyoung's skin. To the middle of his cheek, only a little under the cheekbone he made impact with minutes ago.
Daeyoung nods, lips slightly parted and still stained red. He nods and Sion kind of wants to take a bite out of him. They're alone here, it's late into the night and Sion, with adrenaline still pumping inside of him, doesn't want to ignore the urge to just... devour this boy anymore. Because he does want to, there's no way to deny it to himself at the very least.
He leans forward, his knees a little numb from pressing into the ground, and grips Daeyoung's jaw with one hand. Hard enough to squish his cheeks and have him flinching into it. That's cute. He wonders how much of a mess he can get him to be.
The way Daeyoung looks right now, weak and soft under his palm, panting hot puffs of air that Sion can almost feel on his skin as he leans in. He's enjoying it, he wants this, right? Sion feels like he's going into overdrive, he's trying to analyze every possible scenario where he could be wrong about this. Where Daeyoung isn't actually begging to be hit again, as if Sion isn't already applying enough pressure to hurt on the tender sides of his face, seeing how the other simply accepts it.
Daeyoung never was looking down on Sion, the contrary starting to get a little obvious. Rather making himself smaller. Because he likes that? Fuck, Sion barely manages not to headbutt the boy when he crashes forward into a vicious kiss, pressing lips hard enough to feel teeth, biting Daeyoung's lip and scraping the blood off of him. Tasting him.
The other boy moans into it, makes no attempt to pull away, and Sion has to pretend his hands aren't shaking. He doesn't even find it a little gross, licking at his mouth and tasting metal and salt, blood and sweat. It has him hungrier for it, the depravity of his thoughts getting clearer by the second, wanting to see how far he can take this.
Sion pulls away with saliva and a few other bodily fluids still on his lips. Daeyoung's eyes are pleading again when he opens them, searching for something in Sion's face judging by the way his eyes rake all over him. There's a red streak under his nose and now that he's leaning forward, a fresh drop of blood falls from it again.
Sion lets go of his jaw, "You can take it, you said?" he asks and his voice sounds like a bastardized version of himself even to his own ears. Strained by lust and confusion and something he usually only feels when the gloves he abandoned on the ground are still tight on his wrists.
"Hyung, please-"
The flat of Sion's palm strikes him and the groan Daeyoung offers him is satisfying but seeing the blood on his face fall in angry droplets to the space in between them is even better. It makes his skin burn.
"Wow. Look at you." He taunts and suprises himself but Daeyoung's stare on him is dark and wide enough to force everything else out of him. "You're really enjoying this aren't you?"
The younger whines when Sion doesn't let him answer and slaps him again, bordering on a moan this time. The sound of it loud in the otherwise silent gym. "Where's my thank you?" He asks with fingers gripping into supple cheeks again, pressing and squeezing. Sion feels like he's leaking out of his ears, feels possessed by desire and perversion.
"Thank you hyung." Daeyoung whines, his lips pouting cutely in between Sion's fingers. His eyes are screwn shut in embarrassment. Sion's own vision feels both hazy and hyperfocused, trying to read any microexpression that flashes on Daeyoung's face.
This is crazy. The other boy is injured, clearly, and Sion is still technically eating right out of his hand and playing into his fetish. It's inappropriate to do this here too, not that he really gives a fuck, but maybe it's the only reason he's doing it at all. Because there's a bigger, stronger man in this ring with Sion and he's offering himself up. He's choosing to be hurt by him and it feels like a gift, a really precious and fragile one.
Sion leans back in, pressing a kiss to the side of Daeyoung's neck, letting two of his fingers force a way in between the other's lips. He feels Daeyoung's tongue lap up at the pads of his fingertips, feels how hot and wet he is. There's an adorable noise coming from the throat he's nipping at, sucking lightly just to try and satiate himself, when he pushes inside down to the last of his knuckles. It spurrs him on.
Sion makes his way back up, kissing right under Daeyoung's ear, tasting the sweat on his skin. Nosing at the damp hair below, inhaling him and thrusting his fingers back and forth into his mouth. He likes that Daeyoung tries to hold on to his shoulders but with the gloves he's still wearing, his hands slide down to Sion's chest instead.
He moves back just to take a moment to stare as he bullies his fingers into Daeyoung's mouth, he doesn't have to ask him to suck because the other is already doing it. Clicking noises of spit dancing with the soft groans Daeyoung keeps making.
How good is this boy being, his face all twisted up and wet under his lip but Daeyoung stays still and takes what Sion is giving him. It's not anything he asked for but he complies just like it was. Sion is reminded of how quickly the younger would nod along and bow his head at any sign of irritation from him, how good he is at obeying once Sion is sick of teaching and is using his stern voice.
"This' how I need to treat you, huh?" Sinking his fingers deeper inside. Daeyoung gargles and Sion wants to make him gag. He doesn't care that his dick is getting uncomfortably hard in his boxers, he just really wants to see him moan and struggle for a little while.
Just by using his fingers, Sion gets him there. Daeyoung chokes a little when he thrusts his fingers down to his throat, splitting his mouth open by the seam of his knuckles. He makes a sound that borders on a word, Hryunhg. And still, he does nothing to push Sion away.
Down, where Sion was wary of looking is the proof of his arousal. The bulge in between Daeyoung's thighs is big in a way that has Sion wanting to tear the shorts off of him, that has the liquid haze and all the meltiness in his head fall down to the pit of his stomach. His fingers slide nicely in the trapped heat of Daeyoung's mouth, feeling the back of his molars and the intimate corners past the flat of his tongue, before they pop out slick with saliva.
"You desperate," He knocks his forehead to Daeyoung's, his clean hand coming to tug at the other's waistband. He has no clue what he's saying. "...Pathetic thing."
Sion is at ignition point, he feels his own cock leak when his hand grazes Daeyoung's crotch. The younger's breath hitches wetly. "Hyung needs to fuck you." He slurs a little, pressing the words to Daeyoung's mouth.
"Oh my god." Sion thinks the other says but he's forcing a rough kiss on his already open mouth. His tongue pushes inside Daeyoung's mouth like he intends to eat him, moaning into him.
His hand blindly attempts to undress Daeyoung's bottom half, tugging harshly at the garment that slaps back against the younger's skin when he lets go of it just to try again. Daeyoung lifts his hips, gasping when Sion manages to tear the shorts and boxers off of him, hissing when Sion bites on his lip.
They don't break away completely but Sion is knocking their noses together trying to look down and taking a handful of the flesh on Daeyoung's thigh, really digging his fingers in. Daeyoung's cock is big, the tan skin is already sticky with sweat and precum and in any other situation Sion would bend down and lick up the length, take him in his mouth, anything. But not right now. Still, he quickly pumps it for a few short strokes with the wet hand Sion used to fingerfuck his mouth. Daeyoung makes a stupid sort of sound when he does, as if he wasn't anticipating it, somehow clueless of Sion drooling over him right up in his face.
Sion drags Daeyoung by the hips so that he's sitting a little closer by, on his lower back, a little more open. His elbows falling to the ground to keep him propped up. He's still wearing those stupid boxing gloves. Sion bends over himself to kiss him again. The other is red down to his neck, looking at Sion like he can't believe this is happening.
Sion has a month of pushing down his desire to his gut every day, trying to pretend it isn't there at all, fueling him right now. "You can take me too, right?"
Daeyoung nods. "Yes, yes, yes, hyung. Please." His voice shaking, his eyes wanting.
"You're a lot more obedient than usual, y'know?" He grumbles but finds it so, so hot that he doesn't actually care.
His fingers are dry again, that won't do. "Get me all ready to open you up then." Sion says before he sticks them back into Daeyoung's mouth, letting him suck on them all by himself this time. Eye contact is a torturous thing to hold when the other's lips are pursed around his knuckles, his cheeks hollowing out to trap his fingers against his tongue.
Sion pops them out from Daeyoung's mouth before he has to stick a hand down his shorts. He spits down onto his already wet fingers anyway before he brings his hand down in between Daeyoung's thighs. The other exhales another trembling breath when Sion presses one of them to his hole. He's so handsome, so pink in the face, his lips bitten red.
Very slowly, Sion starts pushing it inside. He's aware this isn't the best prep he could give someone, but by doing this here the options are quite limited.
Like his mouth, Daeyoung's insides are hot and tight around him. He feels it just like the pad of his fingers are now an eroginous zone. He bends down and sighs into the crook of Daeyoung's neck, listening to the noises he makes when he's down to his last knuckle, slowly starting to thrust it inside. Bending and curling it upwards inside of him.
Daeyoung groans softly, his chest is rising quickly but he's being really good about it. Not exactly the mess Sion wants him to be yet. "Another?" He asks before he starts sucking a bruise to the juncture of his throat and shoulder.
The other hums, "Yeah, please." he whines and Sion fits a second finger in.
"You're so polite." He giggles in his neck.
Daeyoung is not very vocal when it comes to being fingered, but Sion can't imagine it to be prideful after the things he's been asking. He fucks his fingers in a little faster, already going as deep as he can. Daeyoung groans and the muscles in his thighs are locked tight, not letting himself go.
Sion bites down one more time on his throat before he backs up and grips Daeyoung's face. God, Sion forgot about the blood but there's still a reddish spot near his mouth and right under his nose, he rubs at it with his thumb to try and get it off. His other hand thrusts inside of the boy roughly, seeing his face is making Sion desperate to turn him into the drooling mess he's sure he can be. Winding up slightly, Sion slaps him harder than he did before after doing his best to clean him up.
Daeyoung moans, surprised, his head whipping to the side and Sion's fingers twisting and fucking inside of him meaner to match. His cheek a pretty red.
His whole body jumps, Sion's eyes are on his face and it's easy to tell the switch up in the stimulation he's getting. Daeyoung's mouth drops open in a O and his eyes squeeze shut when Sion targets that same spot inside of him again, making him whine something deep in his throat.
Daeyoung's body curls in on itself, his thighs trying to close around Sion's hand. Sion can't believe how cute he is.
"Can you, ack- hyung, I don't-" He tries saying, flustered and reacting everytime Sion punches his fingers against his prostate. "I can't h-"
His thighs are flexing to clamp shut again and Sion only fingers him harder. This is a lot for him. He had no idea Kim Daeyoung could be this submissive.
But then Daeyoung is moaning something loud and pained and his fist is coming up to push at Sion's shoulder. Not even punch him, really, too weak to hurt at all.
Sion slaps him anyway. Daeyoung moans just as loud. "D'you think you're in any position to hit me right now?" He stills his fingers.
"I'm sorry, hyung, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." Daeyoung says, quite desperate and obedient again.
"Is it cause you want to be punished? Or you just want my cock that badly?" Sion says, mean. He takes his fingers out and the other gasps, nodding blindly to whatever Sion asks him.
"You dumb slut." He palms himself, uncaring of the terrible words leaving him because Daeyoung is only encouraging him. Nodding like an idiot, visible drool on the corner of his mouth. "M'gonna fuck you till you can't think. Turn that useless brain of yours off."
Sion vaguely feels like a person at the present time, hard enough to hurt inside his boxers and floaty with the things he wants to say and do. The pent up irritation and horniness of constantly being around Daeyoung overflowing and skewing his actual sanity. The other boy is spread out under him and Sion thinks he looks like something he could crush under the heel of his foot.
The shirt on him is kind of pissing him off too, so he stops touching himself through his shorts and tears it off of Daeyoung's chest. It goes past his head but with the gloves on his hands, there's no way he could fully dispose of it so he just lets it hang loose around his wrists, like makeshift handcuffs. He likes the idea of Daeyoung not being able to really touch or hold on to anything with his hands confined.
Sion takes the shirt's fabric in his hand and pins it to the rope above the boy's head. He finally, fuck, tugs his shorts down and scoots in between Daeyoung's open thighs. Sion swallows dryly because he didn't think it would, like at all, but the size difference of their cocks is honestly just making this more arousing. Daeyoung and his six foot tall self of muscles and toned stomach and long limbs is at Sion's mercy. He's completely laid bare and just so willing for his hyung.
He spits in his hand just to try and lube himself up with it but the leaking mess he's made already has got him wet all over. He teases the head of his cock to Daeyoung's hole, watching as the other shivers.
"You want to beg for it? Like you were doing earlier for a little slap on the cheek?" He asks, crazy again, he's honestly not even sure if he's been blinking at all.
Daeyoung's face is pained and pleading, his cute button nose scrunching up as he talks through the shame of it. "Please Sion hyung... I really want it. I always want it."
"Say it properly dumbass, what is it that you want?" He groans, pressing in a little to his hole.
"Your cock." Daeyoung whines, his eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck hyung. Oh my god. You're so mean, all the time. I want it all the time."
Sion groans as he pushes in, steadying himself with a bruising hand on Daeyoung's hip. "You- Ah, fuck- You always pick on me. Holy shit, hyung yes."
That makes Sion laugh, like actually laugh. "So? You fucking like that, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes, i love it thank you, th-" Daeyoung's mouth drops open with a pained moan when Sion bottoms out. God, he's so tight.
Sion's eyes squeeze shut for a moment, forcing himself to see stars until he exhales a groan and opens them again. Seeing Daeyoung with his slacked mouth and slappable face and squeezable throat and- Sion draws back and fucks into him hard enough to have them both jolting at the feeling, groaning deep and in unison.
He starts the pace of his thrusts uncaring of the boy squirming underneath him, the pain thing really getting to his head. "Fffuckk, hyunggg..." Daeyoung drags out, long and loud on his tongue.
He's just perfect, isn't he. Taking whatever Sion gives him, moaning and drooling about it. Sion could have imagined fucking Daeyoung in every which way his mind would be able to come up with but nothing could ever prepare him for what he really is. Both pliant and demanding. So, so, so good for his hyung.
Sion stares and stares and ignores the fact he's getting a little fuckdrunk on this poor guy, slapping his hips to Daeyoung's and making him cry out again and again.
Daeyoung's thighs are propped up and squeezing down on Sion's sides. His cock bobbing up and down pathetically with Sion's thrusts. "You're taking this way too well, aren't you?" His fingers coming up and flicking the tip of his dick, hard.
Daeyoung gasps, barely showing Sion how his eyes are rolling back before they snap shut in pain. His wrists tugging lamely from where they're pinned to the fence.
Sion laughs meanly, fucking into him and getting the wind knocked out of him at how hard Daeyoung's walls are closing down on him. "What? I know this is getting you off." He flicks him again and Daeyoung's moan sounds more like a sob.
"You should be thanking me, say thank you to your hyung." Sion thrusts inside of him like he's chasing release, fast and relentless. Daeyoung writhing and shivering when he switches up his angle.
"Th- thank you! Oh, ffuuck." Sion's hand runs up his spasming stomach, pressing down before it goes back to his cock. He slaps him, right at the base, hitting the side of his length and balls.
There's tears in Daeyoung's eyes, his teeth digging into his lip. Flinching when Sion does it again. The crescent moon shape of his eyes glassy and wet.
Sion slowly strokes it then, unlike the rough way he fucks into him, and thumbs at the slit. Loving the way it makes Daeyoung hiss and cry like an idiot. God, it's huge. He likes the weight of it in his hand.
"So big, but so useless. Should hyung just ride you after I stuff you with my cum?" He wonders out loud, making Daeyoung sob again. Fuck, Sion's insides are coiling already, snapping his hips hard enough to make the other jolt up.
Sion slaps his cock again when Daeyoung forgets to answer him. Squeezing at the base meanly.
"I can't- Nngh, I can't hold it in, hyung-" Daeyoung pants, tears streaking down the sides of his face.
Sion feels it happen from the inside, Daeyoung squeezes down on him and his chest stills. His wrists tugging again, legs clamping around Sion to keep him close as he spills all over his stomach with a loud sob.
"You- You can cum just from this?" Sion asks, stupidly, in awe of what he's seeing. Knowing he's going to be jerking it to this exact moment for at least the next five years of his life.
Sion doubles over, thrusting inside Daeyoung like a deranged animal because he's already tilting right over that edge. Kissing him, open mouthed and dirty as Daeyoung just keeps panting from overstimulation in his mouth.
"You're so good, holy shit. Really good, perfect for hyung." He babbles in his face, earning himself a weak moan from the younger. His cock throbs before he lets himself go, burying himself deep and clawing at Daeyoung's side. He's sure to get himself another bruise.
They lay still for a good two minutes, just winding down and trying to go back to breathing in a regular manner. When Sion pulls out with a groan he very slowly comes to the realization that he's fucked the guy who's technically a student of his, right here on the floor of the gym's boxing ring. The things that left his mouth linger in his mind, floating around until he tries sitting up slightly, at least from where he's kind of just laying on top of the poor guy.
Except that there's more important things to think about. Like the annoying but beautiful boy within kissing distance of him who has tears and some traces left of blood drying on his face. There's no way he can give proper aftercare if they just keep laying there.
"Hey." He says, softly, like he's scared of startling him.
Daeyoung sniffles. "Hi. I think..." He looks away from Sion's face. "I probably missed the last bus."
Sion snorts. "Daeyoung, you're not taking the bus. You're coming home with me."
"I am?" He actually looks surprised, flitting his huge eyes back to him.
"Yeah. We should eat something, right?" He offers because he knows Daeyoung probably hasn't eaten anything else than a protein bar in the last ten hours either. Sion keeps his words gentle, trying to atone from his previous sins. He always tends to let the guilt control him after sex. "And then I can draw us a bath. Maybe watch a movie."
The other has the nerve to blush and Sion is so endeared he almost coos right in his face. "Sure, I'd like that a lot hyung."
Sion feels a pang in his heart and he appeases it by kissing Daeyoung slow and sweet.
There's cum all over his shirt from laying on top of the other's stomach, and getting dressed again before leaving does put a shameful blush on his face because wow, they just had sex in the gym. Riku is going to murder him.
Daeyoung is oddly silent for most of the drive but then Sion asks him: "So, have you actually been fucking up on purpose just so that I'd slap you with the mitts?"
He grins before he answers. "Yeah."
It's soft all over again when they kiss in the bath, full and scrubbed clean, and Sion's not sure where the person he was a few hours ago went. But this side of Daeyoung, and of himself, is something he's going to hold on to. It's almost morning when they fall into bed, so Sion calls off the next day which he never does because there's a cute boy asking him to sleep in and Sion is finally seeing who Daeyoung is when he's being honest.