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The first time Mark sees Donghyuck, he’s singing.

Mark sits pressed between his mother and father in a pew not too close to the front but not too far either, and his hands are clasped together in his lap as Donghyuck stands in the centre of the choir.

He only knows the boy’s name because of the crowd. That’s Donghyuck, they murmur, such a good boy.

His voice is pretty as he sings in a language Mark doesn’t understand (Latin, maybe?) and his lips are dizzyingly red.

Mark remembers he’s in church and ends that thought before it starts.

The next time Mark sees Donghyuck, he’s got a lollipop in his mouth, cherry scented and staining his lips red as he hands Mark a flier.

That explains a lot, Mark thinks.

“Charity garage sale next Thursday.” Donghyuck says, and Mark takes it without a thought.

Donghyuck looks Mark’s age, maybe a little younger, but the first thing Mark realises is that Donghyuck doesn’t look like the kind of guy who’d go to church, eyes lazy with the devil and lips red like sin. Mark immediately chastises himself for it — he shouldn’t be judging others, especially in a place like this — but Donghyuck’s lips twist into a smile that has chills running through Mark’s body and Mark forgets what he was even thinking about.

“So I’ll see you there?” Donghyuck asks, voice sickeningly sweet.

Mark doesn’t reply.

——

Mark washes his hair, puts on a clean white shirt and goes to the garage sale.

It’s a lot of this will look nice on our mantlepiece and this would look very pretty at the centre of the dinner table, and Mark is getting tired. He moves away from his family with an evasive “I’m going into the church. I need to sit.”

As expected, no one spares him a second glance.

With an annoyed sigh, he pushes open the heavy doors and walks in, footsteps echoing as he carries himself down the aisle. There’s someone sitting at the front, And Mark thinks he recognises the mess of light brown hair.

“Donghyuck?” He asks cautiously, peering over to see it is, indeed, Donghyuck sitting with hands clasped and eyes closed. Mark slides into the seat next to him, quiet in the assumption that he’s praying, almost flinching when Donghyuck turns to look at him.

“I’m here.” Mark tries to stop the shudder in his voice at the way Donghyuck blinks up at him, doe eyed and innocent. “Expected a little more than this.”

Donghyuck laughs lightly.

“So,” Mark starts as Donghyuck retrieves something from his pocket. A cherry lollipop, just like last time. “What are you doing in the church?”

“Same thing you are.” Donghyuck brings the candy to his lips in a way that has Mark swallowing thickly. His lips move deftly, tongue darting out to taste the cherry, and Mark can’t tear his eyes away.

I’m in church, he reminds himself. I’m in front of the Lord.

Donghyuck lets out a little moan at the taste and Mark’s nails dig into his thighs.

“You like those a lot, huh?” He tries to joke around the tight feeling in his throat as he gestures to the candy pressed between Donghyuck’s fingers.

Donghyuck hums, twisting the stem around. “Tastes good. You wanna try?”

Mark blinks. “Uh, sure.” He laughs shakily. “Man. How many of these do you carry on you a day?”

Donghyuck looks at him, expression unreadable. “Only one.” He says, voice soft as he lifts the spit slick lollipop to Mark’s lips. “Go on.“ He murmurs when Mark’s expression shifts to one of apprehension. “Open wide.”

And it doesn’t make sense, but as if controlled by the devil, Mark finds his mouth falling open.

The lollipop is sweet, sickeningly so, but Mark can’t taste it through the weird feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach at the taste of Donghyuck’s spit on his tongue, sweet and tantalizing as Donghyuck pulls the candy out of Mark’s mouth with a pop.

“Good?” Donghyuck asks, lollipop still pressed to the swell of Mark’s lips.

Mark just nods.

Donghyuck leans forward so his lips come around the candy, humming at the taste. Mark can barely register their lips brushing, a split second of a barely there kiss before Donghyuck pulls away.

“You taste good.” He breathes, and there’s a string of red connecting his lips to the candy on Mark’s mouth. “I’ll see you next Sunday.” He says with finality, almost like a command, and all Mark can do is nod. Donghyuck leans in, lips brushing against the shell of Mark’s ear, voice honeyed as he whispers a soft, “Good. I’ll bring you something sweeter next time.”

Mark’s head is spinning.

——

Mark touches himself a few days later.

It’s not really something worth announcing. Mark’s a young man, he’s single, and he hasn’t had sex ever, a cruel punishment from the whole my—family—is—super—religious thing.

Touching himself has become an embarrassingly frequent occurrence.

He starts with the tip, gentle strokes with his thumb that have him bucking his hips up into the air, so fleeting until he can’t stand it anymore as he leans over to pour a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand. He grabs his length with a firm touch and strokes it faster and faster as he sighs, eyes falling shut and head resting against the headboard.

Mark’s always been able to touch himself so good, but he groans in frustration as it builds up, tight in his stomach but unwavering, growing and growing with no release.

He’s desperate, lip bitten raw between his teeth as he strokes faster, eyes shutting tighter. He’s so close, so so close, yet so fucking far.

Without realising it, he finds himself thinking back to how Donghyuck tasted on his tongue, cherry scented and bittersweet, and Mark comes so hard he sees stars, thick liquid spurting up and onto the quivering muscles of his stomach.

Finally, he sighs, and then, what the fuck.

——

Mark’s not a frequent churchgoer.

His mother begs him to go every Sunday, and Mark is scared she’ll think he’s losing faith. Mark has faith, and he believes in God, cross around his neck and Bible on his bedside drawer his treasures, but it’s not something he wants to broadcast by attending church. He strongly believes that religion is a relationship between him and God alone, not the seventy other Christians in Mark’s area.

So when Mark’s up for breakfast that Sunday morning, his mother looks close to tears.

She doesn’t question it, treats it carefully, like one wrong move will scare Mark off.

Mark’s still not sure why he’s even here.

Ten minutes into the service, Donghyuck slides into the empty seat beside Mark, eyes warm and expression gentle, a stark contrast to how he has looked up at Mark in the way that’s been haunting him in his dreams, the taste of cherry so strong in Mark’s mouth as he wakes up in cold sweat with a shudder.

Donghyuck smiles, all friendly and saccharine, and Mark smiles as genuinely as he can against the feeling of tension filling every inch of his body.

Something feels awfully wrong.

“Can you wait for me after the service?” Donghyuck whispers. “I left my jacket in the back.”

And Mark agrees, because it’s the polite thing to do.

But it’s weird, because Donghyuck doesn’t get up, even when the church is empty save for the two of them. And in the large church, walls towering above them, Donghyuck’s murmurs four words that echo, resounding in Mark’s ears as he loses his already shaking grip on reality.

“Can I kiss you?”

And for some reason, Mark says “yes”.

“You can tell me if you don’t want this.” Donghyuck breathes against Mark’s lips moments later, but Mark is too far gone to speak, can only respond with a shaky exhale and eyes falling shut.

He wants this. He needs this.

Donghyuck doesn’t give Mark time to adjust, just presses their open mouths together before his tongue moves slow, languid against Mark’s with fingers delicately holding the other boy's chin to keep him in place. He uses those fingers to urge Mark’s mouth open, gentle as he deepens the kiss, angling his head so that he can push closer and explore the entirety of Mark’s mouth.

When Donghyuck pulls away, there’s a line of spit between their lips, and Mark feels something so familiar yet so foreign build up in his abdomen, so much stronger than the pleasure he brings himself under his covers when no one’s home.  

“Oh no.” Donghyuck giggles, hand resting on Mark’s thigh, centimetres away from  where Mark wants him. “You’re so hard.”

And it should be humiliating, the way Donghyuck looks down at him with eyes full of teasing, but God, it only makes Mark harder, eyes shutting at the way Donghyuck’s fingers press into the flesh on Mark’s thigh.

Donghyuck pulls away suddenly, laughing as he moves to stand at the altar, so far away that Mark aches with it until he finally comes to his senses.

“This… thing.” He tries to sound firm, but the tremble in his voice is so evident that Donghyuck laughs. “What is it?” He demands. “What are we doing?”

“Sinning.” Donghyuck sighs, eyes on the man on the cross, gaze disapproving as he looks down at the two boys, evil and immoral under his watch. “Does that scare you, Mark?”

Mark stays silent, breathing picking up as Donghyuck turns around to face him, eyes full of feigned curiousity. “Or maybe it excites you?”

Mark could’ve cried if he wasn’t so on edge, hard in his pants and lips cherry red and wet.

“You’ve always been such a good boy, haven’t you?” Donghyuck hums, stepping into the space between Mark’s legs so his length is inches away from Mark’s lips, so close that the heavy exhales send relief throughout Donghyuck’s form, the light stimulation of Mark’s mouth so tantalizingly sweet. “So pure and innocent, right?”

He falls to his knees elegantly, soundless as he leans in, lips brushing against Mark’s as his fingers wrap around Mark’s neck, pushing him against the backrest with a dull thud.

“I want to defile you, Mark, ruin you, until even the Lord turns his back on you.”

Mark can’t breathe.

“Will you let me do that, Mark? Let me become the thing you worship?”

Mark’s a good Christian, has always been faithful, but he can’t stop himself from nodding at the disgustingly blasphemous words as he feels the front of his jeans tighten impossibly, length straining so hard that he aches for relief, friction, something, anything that’ll stop his heart pounding.

He knows the Lord is disappointed, but Mark has never felt this high.

“Bible study starts in three minutes.” Donghyuck grins, placing a soft kiss on the corner of Mark’s mouth, sighing when Mark’s breath hitches softly. “The place will be full. I’m sorry I can’t help you out with this.” He says, moving a hand firm onto Mark’s length and giggling when Mark lets out a breathy moan.

“You planned this.” He finds the courage to spit, tone angry with frustration. “Don’t give me that bullshit.”

Donghyuck’s lips quirk into a sly smile. “I’m glad you’ve found your bite, Mark.” He sighs, leaning in until his lips are against Mark’s. “I love boys who bite.” He continues in a whisper, punctuating the last word with a bite to Mark’s lower lip, flesh between his teeth as he pulls away.

Milliseconds later, the church doors open as if on cue, and Mark feels the blood pounding in his ears.

“Ah, Donghyuck, Mark!” The pastor waves. “Joining us for Bible study?”

Donghyuck shakes his head, eyes innocent and apologetic. “Sorry. I was just helping Mark with something he didn’t quite understand in today’s sermon.” Donghyuck smiles, the perfect picture of grace as he looks back at a stunned Mark. “Call me if you need anything else!” He says before making his way out.

And Mark would, if he even had Donghyuck’s number.

(He'll make sure to get it next time.)

——

Donghyuck doesn’t try anything the next Sunday.

Mark can feel frustration coursing through every one of his veins as Donghyuck sits beside him, thighs pressing together in a way that’s anything but innocent, and Mark hates how he’s played right into Donghyuck’s game.

Prove you want it, Donghyuck practically sings. Beg me for it.

Except Mark’s a nervous wreck, and completely unskilled when it comes to anything sexual, so he goes home that afternoon with nothing but desire in his stomach and boxers slick with precum.

Mark doesn’t quite understand what’s going on. Sinning, Donghyuck had said, and yeah, Mark was aware enough to know what they were doing was bad. It just doesn’t make sense. Mark’s been the poster child for good little Christian boy ever since he was a kid, had avoided sin like it was the plague since he had first learnt of heaven and hell, and now Donghyuck has him committing the ultimate sin with no hesitation.

He’s like the devil, Mark thinks, sinful and inexplicably controlling.

Mark would’ve believed it too, if they weren’t on hallowed ground.

And Mark tries to excuse himself. He’s never had sex, never knew being touched could feel so good, so what else is he supposed to do?

Resist, the voice in Mark’s head reminds, just like the Bible teaches.

Mark ignores it.

Instead of using Donghyuck’s dismissal to control himself, to tell himself that he doesn’t need Donghyuck’s touch, the Sunday after, he tries again. Donghyuck takes his now normal seat by Mark’s side, and Mark thinks back to the plan he’s been building up the courage for all week.

He turns to his mother, cheeks red in a healthy glow at her son finding the Lord again, and then very slowly, Mark places a hand on Donghyuck’s thigh.

It’s subtle, could be brushed off as friendly, but Mark knows Donghyuck realises what it is as he smiles down at the way Mark’s fingers curl, and Donghyuck shifts in his seat until Mark fingers oh so slightly brush against his length.

“Good boy.” Donghyuck sighs as the choir sings, and Mark thinks after two weeks of pent up frustration, he could’ve come right then and there, pressed into Donghyuck’s side in a crowd of believers.

When the sermon ends and Mark’s family stands up, Mark faces Donghyuck, a silent what do you have planned? in his eyes, and all Donghyuck does is smile knowingly.

“Hi!” A voice calls, interrupting Mark’s train of thoughts, and Mark turns around, confused to see his mother beaming. “You must be the boy who’s inspired my son to come to church again!”

Something sinister glints in Donghyuck’s eyes, so fleeting that Mark almost misses it before Donghyuck extends a hand out. “I’m glad to hear that.” He smiles charmingly. “I’m Donghyuck.”

Realisation floods Mark’s mother’s eyes as she gasps. “The pastor’s son?” She asks excitedly and God, that is so fucking ironic. There is no way Donghyuck, the devil incarnate, is the pastor’s son—

“That’s me.” Donghyuck says, still smiling, and Mark fights to keep the look of surprise off his face. “Actually, Mark and I had some things to discuss about the sermon. Would it be okay if I held onto him for a little while?”

“Of course!” She says, happy that such a good influence had chosen her son to reform, so Donghyuck smiles warmly and takes Mark by the hand, dragging him through the crowds of people to a back room, a storage room, he belatedly realises, where he’s shoved against a broom and there’s a corner of one of the shelves digging into his hip. In the small space, Mark tries to ignore how Donghyuck is pressed so close to him, lips barely centimetres away.

“You’re the pastor’s son?” Mark hisses. He didn’t even know the pastor had a son, which is insane to him, considering he’s known the pastor since he was three. “Where were you this whole time?”

“Boarding school.” Donghyuck grins. “For bad little boys.” He says, so quietly that Mark only makes it out in the way Donghyuck’s lips move.

Mark ignores the sensation running through his nerves, body alight and aching for Donghyuck. “They sent you away?” He asks.

Donghyuck sighs. “I didn’t reflect well on them.” He says like it means nothing. “Until I promised I’d be good. Now I’m home—schooled. Do you really need a backstory?”

Mark rolls his eyes. “You’re a very good example of bad, actually.” He bites, and Donghyuck laughs, a sound Mark can feel through the way their chests are pressed together.

“So are you.” Donghyuck hums. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?”

“You’re the one who started this.” Mark glares.

“It took you a single week to cave.”

“And it took you less than that to start pulling this shit on me in the first place.”

Donghyuck tilts his head to the side, feigning concern. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

And it’s true. Mark’s sinning, in the house of the Lord of all places, exploring things he’s never done with a boy he had just met, but God, was Mark into it. He hated that all it took was the thought of Donghyuck’s voice to set his body on fire, cross necklace heavy between his teeth as he comes, every fucking time.

Mark doesn’t answer.

“We can’t really do anything right now,” Donghyuck breathes, pressing his lips to Mark’s jaw in an open—mouthed kiss that has Mark sighing, fists clenching into Donghyuck’s shirt. “But I just wanted to let you know I heard you, and I’ll see you next Sunday.”

“That’s not fair.” Mark exhales as Donghyuck’s lips move to kiss over the dip of his collarbone. “You left me hard two weeks ago and did nothing about it.”

Donghyuck giggles, the rush of air tickling Mark’s neck and flooding his skin with chills. “You can touch yourself, can’t you?”

Mark’s body stiffens.

“I’d tell you to think of me,” Donghyuck starts, lips kissing the lobe of Mark’s ear. “But you already do, don’t you?”

“I don’t.” Mark lies flatly, tremor in his voice betraying him.

“I’ll think of you too.” Donghyuck promises, resting his head on Mark’s shoulder. “I could probably make you come untouched, couldn’t I?”

“All bark and no bite.” Mark mumbles, trying to ignore the way his body aches with Donghyuck’s words. “All we’ve done is kiss.”

“Oh, Mark.” Donghyuck sighs. “Won’t you let me take my time with you?” He asks so sweetly, leaning in, lips against Mark’s ear as he whispers. “Believe me,” He breathes. “You’re gonna want me to start gentle.”

——

Mark has to wait seven more days before he gets to see Donghyuck again.

Who knew a week could feel this long?

He’s impatient at lunch on Friday, leg bouncing underneath the table as his friends discuss the new episode of a show Mark never really kept up with.

He can’t wait to see Donghyuck, every inch of him aching with the feeling of longing and desire so achingly strong. All Mark wants it to be near him, to feel his hands on him, to taste his breath on his lips, sweet and warm and intoxicating. He wants to feel Donghyuck all over him, wants Donghyuck to make him come, wants to make Donghyuck come.

Donghyuck’s scary, blasphemy in human form, and he’s everything Mark’s against, but God, was Mark into him.

Talk about forbidden fruit, huh?

“You okay?” Renjun asks, breaking Mark’s train of thoughts.

Mark hesitates, frowning at the feel of everyone’s eyes on him. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You look anxious.” Renjun says, eyebrows creased in concern. “You keep fidgeting.”

“Did something happen?” Jaemin asks, worried. “You’ve been out of it for a while now.”

Donghyuck happened, Mark thinks bitterly, but how is he supposed to tell his friends he has this weird thing that was barely even a thing going on with this guy he knows from church who literally stands for everything Mark is against?

“Church.” Mark half confesses. “I’ve been going every week because I wanna make my mother happy but it gets a little draining.”

Jeno blinks. “That’s… sweet, actually.”

Renjun agrees. “It is, but make sure you put yourself first. Your mother’s beliefs aren’t yours. You pick those for yourself.”

Mark nods, smiling. “Thank you, guys. It’s just new, is all. I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

Jaemin smirks. “Good little Christian boy.” He sings teasingly, and everyone at the table laughs.

Man. If only they knew.

——

Donghyuck locks the church doors that Sunday afternoon with the excuse that he and Mark need some time praying for something they had mistakenly done in the last week, and they get away with it since religious people are suckers for redemption.

Donghyuck pushes him into the front pews with palms pressed against his chest, eyes half lidded and dark. “I said I’d give you something sweeter than that candy, didn’t I?” He hums against Mark’s lips. “But you seem like a visual learner, so let me help you out first.”

He’s on his knees on the hard floor, and Mark forgets to care that he’s in the house of the Lord, God’s eyes on him heavy and cruel as Donghyuck runs his palms over Mark’s thighs, teasing touch flitting up to find the button of Mark’s jeans as he pops it open.

Donghyuck doesn’t even have to speak before Mark lifts his hips up, and Donghyuck smirks as he pulls Mark’s trousers down.

“Done this before?” He teases before stopping himself. “Oh, right.” He hums. “How could I forget? I’m the only one who’s ever seen you like this.”

Mark’s cheeks are dusted with pink, embarrassed as he turns his head away.

“Don’t look away.” Donghyuck commands, voice low. “I need your eyes on me the whole time.”

The dominance in his voice has Mark feeling faint as he slowly looks back at Donghyuck, thighs trembling at the way Donghyuck’s pupils are blown with a strong ecstasy, lips parted and pulled into a smirk.

He dips his hand into the waistband of Mark’s boxers and it’s already enough to have Mark gasping, heat crawling up his neck and tinting his ears.

When his hands come around Mark’s length in a firm grip, Mark almost cries out, sensation so different to the feel of his own hands. Donghyuck’s fingers are longer, lithe and quick as they pull Mark out and push his boxers to the floor, fire burning in his eyes at the sight.

“Are you ready?” Donghyuck breathes.

Mark nods.

Donghyuck starts softly, a gentle kiss to Mark’s tip that has him gasping, thighs clenching as Donghyuck laughs.

“Fuck,” He sighs over a giggle. “You’re so sensitive.”

Mark can’t respond, heart beating heavy in his throat as Donghyuck presses a kiss to the taut skin at the base of his cock, pausing to gather saliva on his tongue before he runs it over the vein on the underside, reaching the tip again and pulling off to see the way the saliva trickles down and collects at the base.

“Good?” Donghyuck asks, and Mark nods frantically, too gone to speak.

He holds Mark in one hand, stroking the length while he moves his mouth over the tip to suck on it gently before he pulls off and spits thickly onto the slit. He laughs when Mark’s head falls back with a loud moan and his hips arch up, fists clenched by his side.

“Grab my hair.” Donghyuck says, rolling his eyes when Mark blinks down at him in confusion. With his free hand, he takes Mark’s and places it on the crown of his head. “Pull on it. As hard as you want.”

Mark frowns but plays with the strands anyway, tangling his fingers in it as Donghyuck resumes stroking him, kitten licking the tip and using his thumb to rub at the prominent vein that swells.

Before Mark can speak, Donghyuck engulfs as much of Mark’s length as he can, eyes rolling back when Mark groans and his hand tightens, sting in Donghyuck’s scalp so gratifying and delicious. He lets Mark touch the back of his throat, swallowing around the tip as Mark sobs shakily, head fallen back. Donghyuck thinks about pulling off and telling Mark to watch, but he thinks Mark looks so sexy like this, neck taut and Adam’s Apple trembling.

Mark’s never felt anything like this before, pleasure filling every single nerve in his body as he trembles, Donghyuck’s hair tight in his fists as he groans, eyes on the art on the ceiling, the second coming of Christ staring down at him, judging him with dark eyes and a cruel, unforgiving glare.

Mark doesn’t give a fuck.

Donghyuck pulls his head up, lips trailing up Mark’s length before he goes back down, nose pressing into Mark’s skin as he moans, and the vibrations resonate through Mark’s cock as he bucks up, impossibly further into Donghyuck’s throat, so Donghyuck pinches his thigh, chastising.

“S—Sorry.” Mark moans shakily, voice high.

Donghyuck doesn’t really mind, sighing as he bobs up and down Mark’s length, grinning to himself when he feels Mark clenching around him. He pulls off, thick strings of saliva trailing down Mark’s cock as he strokes him quickly, eyes on the older boy.

“Close?” Donghyuck asks.

Mark nods.

“Good.” Donghyuck moves his hand faster. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

Mark whimpers as he watches Donghyuck’s mouth fall open, waiting, and he impatiently pushes into Donghyuck’s hand, hips bucking and heart pounding and stomach fluttering as he comes, so fucking hard that he can feel tears stinging in his eyes as he sobs with the force of it, thick ropes of cum landing on Donghyuck’s face, collecting in his mouth thickly as he presses his lips closed.

Mark’s chest is heaving as he looks down, too blissed out to speak, expression twisting into one of confusion when Donghyuck stands up and grabs Mark by the jaw.

Before Mark can speak, Donghyuck presses their lips together, and Mark moans when he tastes himself, salty and so fucking hot as Donghyuck’s tongue immediately pushes Mark’s cum into his mouth. They kiss, open mouthed as they share Mark’s taste, so messy and wet that saliva and cum pool in their mouths and Donghyuck pulls away to swallow as he settles onto Mark’s lap, dragging a finger down his own cheek and pushing it into Mark’s mouth.

“Go on, baby. You taste so good.”

Mark sucks on the finger, watching as Donghyuck’s half lidded eyes track the movement with parted lips and bated breath before he pulls the finger out.

“And what do you say?” Donghyuck whispers, lips swollen and red.

“Thank you.” Mark whimpers, breathing uneven.

Donghyuck smiles fondly, hand gentle on Mark’s chest. “Good boy.” He murmurs.

Mark stares in awe.

——

The next Sunday, Donghyuck leans in to whisper a quiet “I’m holding a Bible study this evening. You should come.” as the choir sings of chastity and innocence.

Donghyuck is fooling no one.

Mark is impatient, pacing and desperate until he leaves the house at 8PM, arriving by the church doors not even ten minutes later.

“Are you here for Bible study?” A voice asks, their silhouette striking behind the altar, black shadow surrounded by the coloured moonlight filtering in through the stained glass artworks in place of windows.

Mark nods, playing along with a small smirk. “Where is everyone else?” He asks innocuously.

Donghyuck looks around in feigned displeasure as he jumps off the stage and approaches Mark with light steps. “I guess they decided not to come?” He pouts. “Sad. But it’s okay.” His lips twist into a grin, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “Now I can focus all my attention on you.” His hand cups Mark’s neck, thumb resting on Mark’s bottom lip. “You need help, Mark. What’s the point of reading the Bible if you’re gonna keep being such a bad boy?” He asks, voice dripping with honeyed disappointment. “You need to confess your sins and pray for forgiveness.”

Mark feels faint.

“Get on your knees.” Donghyuck sighs as he pushes the boy down, expression twisting into one of content when a resounding thud echoes throughout the church. “Did that hurt?” He asks.

Mark nods slowly.

“Good.” He says, settling on the edge of the pew to sit opposite the other boy. “You deserve to suffer, don’t you?”

Mark makes a move to nod again, but Donghyuck grabs his jaw with a pointed expression. “Use your words, Mark.”

“I… do.” Mark breathes, revelling in the way Donghyuck’s head tilts back with a gratified sigh.

“Again.” He moans, and Mark suddenly goes numb with the pain of the heel of Donghyuck’s shoe slamming into his shoulder, hard and sharp.

“I deserve to suffer!” Mark cries out, voice rough as tears sting his eyes.

“Good boy.” He whispers as Mark struggles to breathe, body shaking with the pain. “Keep at it and maybe the Lord will finally forgive you, whore.”

Donghyuck forces two fingers into Mark’s mouth before Mark can reply, silencing him and pushing them down against Mark’s tongue. Mark takes a moment to adjust, blinking up at Donghyuck hesitantly before his lips slowly circle around Donghyuck’s fingers, head pulling back as he sucks on the digits heatedly, tongue wet and warm against them.

Donghyuck’s eyes flutter shut as he moans breathlessly. “You’re so good with your tongue.” He breathes. “Could you do me a favour, baby? Could you let me in?” He asks, pulling his fingers out and settling his hand on the back of Mark’s neck.

Mark looks up at him, confused.

Donghyuck laughs as he pushes Mark’s head forward so his lips brush again Donghyuck’s clothed length.

Oh.

Mark blinks slowly. “I’m not…” He starts, cheeks colouring red. “I’ve never done that before.”

“That’s okay.” Donghyuck hums. “Just remember everything I taught you.”

Mark thinks it’s pretty terrible advice since he was too lost in the fact that it was his first blowjob to focus on anything, but he finds himself nodding anyway, something in his chest blooming at the way Donghyuck looks so fond.

“Good boy.” He whispers, undoing his belt and pushing his trousers and boxers down. his hand adoringly cups Mark’s jaw as another hand sits firm on the base of his cock, gently pushing Mark’s head down as he eases himself into Mark’s open and awaiting mouth. “Take as much as you can, baby. Don’t overdo it.”

Mark panics when he feels the firm pressure of Donghyuck’s cock on his tongue, but he closes his eyes and forces himself to relax before taking the base in his hand and gently suckling on the tip. He brushes his tongue over Donghyuck’s slit as he does, and looks up to gauge Donghyuck’s reaction, sighing when he sees the boy watch him with lust blown eyes and lips parted in a silent moan.

“You’re doing good, baby.” Donghyuck whimpers shakily. “Keep going.”

Mark does, hand moving up and down the rest of Donghyuck’s length as he keeps wetly kissing the tip, tongue darting out to kitten lick the slit as Donghyuck arches his hips with a whine.

Mark pulls off, wiping away the thick strings of saliva connecting him to Donghyuck’s tip as he holds Donghyuck’s length, collects saliva on his tongue and pushes it out of his mouth and down his chin to land on Donghyuck’s slit, using the way it trails down as lube to stroke Donghyuck’s length quickly.

Donghyuck cries out at the sensation, hands tightly fisting in Mark’s hair, and Mark finally understands why Donghyuck was so set on having Mark pull his hair. The sting burns so good, and Mark moans as he grows hard, thighs clenching in a desperate attempt at creating friction. He opens his mouth like Donghyuck had and pushes himself lower onto Donghyuck’s length, but Donghyuck stops him with a firm tug of his hair.

“Stop when you can’t take anymore.” Donghyuck demands breathlessly, gaze gentle and worried, and Mark nods.

He inhales shakily and starts again, closing his eyes tight and breathing through his nose when he feels Donghyuck rest on the back of his tongue, but it’s not far enough, so he pushes further, and swallows thickly.

The image of Donghyuck above him, trying so, so hard not to push forward, thighs clenched and shaking as his head falls back with a moan is too much for Mark, length straining in his trousers as he swallows one more time before pulling off with a croaky gasp.

“Are you okay?” Donghyuck asks breathlessly, but Mark doesn’t reply, just goes back to taking Donghyuck in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down as Donghyuck’s cries grow whinier, grip on Mark’s hair tightening.

“Mark.” Donghyuck sighs. “Mark, Mark, Mark I’m so close.”

Mark keeps moving up and down as he starts drawing gentle circles with his thumb on the skin at the base of Donghyuck’s cock, and the new sensation has Donghyuck sobbing shakily. “I’m gonna come.” He whines. “Don’t swallow. Keep it in your mouth.“

Donghyuck comes so much that it’s way too much for Mark to keep on his tongue. He tries to control his breathing as he holds as much as he can, and he tries not to gag when he pulls off of Donghyuck’s length, excess cum trailing down the sides of his mouth.

“So pretty, all for me.” Donghyuck whimpers breathlessly, eyes glazed as he leans forward to press a finger to Mark’s lips and coax his mouth open. Donghyuck’s eyes almost roll back at the sight, Mark sitting obediently with the thick liquid collected on his tongue. “Only I get to see you like this, right, baby? Now come on, swallow like the good boy you are.”

Mark does, taste salty and thick as he looks up at Donghyuck with tired eyes through fluttering eyelashes, room spinning around him as Donghyuck moans again.

“Good boy.” He breathes. “Good boy, all for me.”

Mark’s knees sting and his throat aches, but he’d give anything to do that all over again.

——

“Who’s Donghyuck?” Jeno asks, Mark’s phone in his hand, and Mark hates that his abdomen aches with the mention of his name as he leans in closer to Jeno and sees a notification from Donghyuck on his lockscreen.

“A friend from church.” Mark unlocks his phone and opens the chat with poorly supressed excitement, face falling as he sighs tiredly at the message.

“Why would you want a picture of his dick?” Jaemin asks, reading the message with a frown. “Isn’t that like, the opposite of church?”

“Not quite, but you’re getting there.” Mark says sarcastically, typing in a quick ‘im in public so no’. “He’s just… dumb.”

‘so if you were at home you would?’ Donghyuck sends back almost immediately and Mark raises an eyebrow in amusement. ‘what happened to the good little christian boy i know and love?’

“He’s got a point.” Jaemin muses, and Jeno snickers.

‘you seemed to like seeing it yesterday’ is the message that has Mark’s eyes widening in panic as he shoves his phone out of sight, surveying his friend’s faces to see if they had seen it.

“We didn’t see the message, but based on your reaction, I’m guessing you guys have engaged in passionate sex.” Jaemin jokes, and Mark’s cheeks flush red.

“Who did Mark engage in passionate sex with?” A voice asks, and Mark turns around to see Renjun standing behind them, mouth open in shock. “Fuck detention! I can’t believe I missed the only sexual occurrence in Mark’s life!”

Mark’s face flushes impossibly darker.

“Donghyuck.” Jeno grins. “Mark’s got a boyfriend from church called Donghyuck.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Mark glares. “He’s my…” And Mark pauses, frown on his features because what is Donghyuck to him? There was no way Mark was gonna tell his friends anything about what they were doing every Sunday, but did Donghyuck even consider Mark a friend? Or was Mark just some guy he knew from church?

“I wanna meet him.” Renjun declares before Mark can finish thinking. “Invite him to Spiderman.”

Mark pales at the thought of his no filter friends meeting Donghyuck. “Shouldn’t you ask Jeno and Jaemin too?” He stutters, panicked. “I don’t think they’d like—”

“We don’t mind.” Jaemin and Jeno say at the same time, both grinning, though Jaemin’s is much sneakier than Jeno’s beam.

“He probably doesn’t even like Spiderman.” Mark protests weakly.

“You better ask soon then!” Renjun slaps a hand down on his shoulder. “We’re very excited to meet him.”

——

Mark thinks he and Donghyuck have done some pretty fucked up things, but this might be the worst one yet.

Donghyuck sits on the altar, Mark standing between his thighs as they kiss, Donghyuck’s hands fists in the back of Mark’s shirt and Mark’s fingers bruising on Donghyuck’s waist.

Donghyuck kisses desperately, tongue wet and dominant against Mark’s, and Mark follows along, hands pulling Donghyuck forward and closer by his thighs.

“Mark.” Donghyuck sighs against his lips. “You’re so good, Mark. Will you let me fuck your mouth?”

And Mark knows he isn’t ready for something like this, but he agrees anyway, sinking to his knees as Donghyuck’s fingers quickly pull his trousers and boxers down, his cock standing eagerly, already wet with precum.

Donghyuck lets Mark start with careful bobs of his head, slowly covering his length with saliva before Donghyuck’s hand fists in Mark’s hair and holds him into place.

“Breathe through your nose.” Donghyuck advises. “And tap my thigh if you want me to stop.”

It’s like a switch flicks in Donghyuck after that, like he’s changed from man to monster, all soft touches and gentle eyes replaced with bruising grips and a pace so violent it has Mark shaking. The way Donghyuck pumps into him so carnally, thrusting forward as if Mark’s nothing more than a hole — it turns Mark on more than he thought it would, body igniting as his throat burns raw and Donghyuck starts sobbing above him.

It’s hard to adjust, but it’s worthwhile, Mark thinks, to see Donghyuck like this, so lost in the pleasure that he’s fighting for his own breath, chest heaving as he trembles.

“So good.” Donghyuck cries, and Mark groans when he looks up at Donghyuck, mouth hung open and eyes shut tight. “So close.” And then Donghyuck comes, thick spurts onto Mark’s chest that have Mark deciding he’ll throw this shirt out instead of washing it as he stands up and Donghyuck whimpers tiredly. He falls forward to rest his forehead on Mark’s shoulder as he gathers his breath, body rising and falling in Mark’s embrace.

Mark’s throat really fucking hurts.

“Hey.” He asks into the silence, voice hoarse. “Thoughts on Spiderman?”

Donghyuck takes a moment to respond. “Huh?” He asks dumbly.

“Thoughts on Spiderman.” He repeats. “Like, the character of the new film coming out this week.”

“I’m indifferent.” Donghyuck hums. “No opinion. Why?”

Mark closes his eyes, more confident when he can’t feel Donghyuck’s eyes on him. “What… are we?” He asks softly, like he isn’t dying to know, and Donghyuck looks up at him curiously.

“Friends?” He says like it’s obvious.

Mark nods. “With benefits, or…?”

Donghyuck shakes his head firmly. “That doesn’t have to be part of it at all. We’re friends. What we do as friends doesn’t change that we’re friends.”

Mark nods. “Okay.” He says, and then adds, “Since we’re friends, we can do things outside of church, right?”

Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “You want a bed? The hard floorboard and stone pews aren’t comfortable enough for you?” He teases, and Mark’s skin colours red as he shoves Donghyuck, groaning when Donghyuck laughs. “I’m kidding, Mark. Yes, we can do friend things. We can go to the cinema and lay in the grass in the park and go apartment hunting and furniture shopping and— ow!” He cries out when Mark hits him in the arm. “Point is,” He whines, rubbing at the spot with a pout. “We can hang out, if that’s what you want.”

“It is.” Mark admits. “You’re fun to be around.”

“Then let’s hang out.” Donghyuck nods. “What do you like doing?”

Mark shrugs. “My friends and I are gonna go see a movie and they wanted me to invite you.” He says, feigning nonchalance. “Hence the Spiderman question.”

Donghyuck grins. “Aw." He coos. "You’re already telling your friends about me?”

“Yeah.” Mark scoffs. “I told them about the loser from church that’s obsessed with me.”

Donghyuck snorts. “Like you aren’t equally as obsessed.”

“So you admit you’re obsessed.”

Donghyuck shrugs. "I’ve definitely taken a liking to you.” He shoots him a glare. “But I am absolutely not a loser.”

Mark smiles, stomach flooding with butterflies with Donghyuck’s words. “You aren’t a loser at all.” He says fondly. “You’re a good friend.”

“Ew.” Donghyuck grimaces.

The corner of Mark’s lips quirk up as he looks away.

Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “You’re a good friend too, Mark.”

——

“Are you and Mark dating?” is the first thing Renjun demands when he sees Donghyuck.

“No?” Donghyuck looks deeply offended. “He’s a nerd.”

Renjun blinks cautiously before he breaks out into a smile, eyes shining. “I think we’ll get along just great, Donghyuck.” He beams.

And if that’s at Mark’s expense, Mark doesn’t think he really minds.

Donghyuck doesn’t like Spiderman, despite his indifferent stance. He thinks the series is dumb, he hates the characters, but is a little kinder with the CGI.

He gets along with Mark’s friends very well, their joint interest being that they like to talk shit about Mark. Donghyuck laughs when they talk about how Mark gets no dick and Mark wishes he could disappear as he glares at Donghyuck.

But it’s nice to hang out with Donghyuck outside of the church, even if it’s hard to adjust to his lifelong friends meeting... his church friend slash sexual partner?

“How did it feel doing something casual with me?” Donghyuck asks on the way home. “Was it everything you expected it to be?"

Mark nods. “It was fun.” He admits shyly. “We should do it more often.”

Donghyuck purses his lips and hums a quiet, “I’d like that”, with soft smile on his lips and cheeks dusted pink.

——

This Sunday, they don’t sit through the sermon.

Instead, they slip into one of the private prayer rooms while everyone else files into the church, Donghyuck desperate as he pushes Mark against the wall and immediately presses their mouths together, both of them too far gone to coherently kiss, mouths moving in a wet and messy haze.

“It’s soundproof.” Donghyuck moans as he unbuckles his belt and pulls himself out from the waistband of his boxers. “Touch me, please.” He begs. “I need it.”

With the lack of lube, Mark spits into his hand and grabs Donghyuck’s length firmly, thumb rubbing at the tip, same way he works himself when getting off.

“Not enough.” Donghyuck whines, doe eyes meeting Mark’s, and Mark feels himself lose the strength in his legs. “Can you do us both? Together?”

Mark thinks he might faint.

Donghyuck pulls Mark’s trousers and boxers down and presses their cocks together, skin on skin for the first time, and Mark’s breath hitches at the feeling, low groan emitting from his throat as his head falls back and hits the wall with a thud.

“So good.” Donghyuck sighs. “Quickly.”

Mark spits in his hand again before taking his length and Donghyuck’s in one hand. It’s a struggle to hold, but the way they rub against each other as Mark strokes them is a friction that’s so delicious, so fucking good, and Mark could swear he’s never felt anything like this before.

From outside, the choir starts to sing, voices soft as Donghyuck buries his face into Mark’s neck and cries out.

Donghyuck spurts precum into Mark’s hand, and Mark uses it to continue stroking their lengths, the noises wet and loud as Mark’s hand speeds up and Donghyuck mewls, hands clawing onto the material of Mark’s shirt.

“Mark,” He begs, voice breaking. “Mark, Mark, Mark,”

The choir sing alongside him, but Donghyuck’s voice is lovelier, sweeter, holier as he hiccups, tears staining his cheeks as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. “Close.” He whimpers. “So close.”

And Mark isn’t sure where it comes from, but he finds himself spitting out an, “I can’t wait to fuck you”, revelling in the way Donghyuck falls apart at that, moan raw and obscene as his hips stutter against Mark’s.

“Say it again.” Donghyuck pleads, eyes fluttering shut. “Mark, say it again.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, Donghyuck.” Mark gasps out, abdomen tight with pleasure. “Fuck, I need you so bad. Gonna pin you down and fuck you until you can’t take it.” He groans, and then Donghyuck’s head falls back, cry of desire and pleasure ripped from his mouth as he comes to the sound of the choir reaching a crescendo, voices loud and melodic but nothing compared to the way Donghyuck sobs so harmoniously, beautiful and broken as he whimpers and crashes down into Mark’s arms, form trembling.

And then there’s the notes of a piano, accompanied by the sweet sounds of Donghyuck falling apart.

——

It’s many, many Sundays later that they find themselves in a bed, finally, Donghyuck straddling Mark’s hips as he leans over, purple bruises as dark as sin blossoming everywhere Donghyuck’s lips linger.

“Depart from Me, ye cursed,” He recites, voice thick with lust as he hovers over Mark’s form. “Into everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels.”

“Matthew 25:41.” Mark breathes, pupils blown with desire.

“Even angels can suffer hell, Mark.” Donghyuck grins. “So what's the point of being good? Why do you search for heaven when hell is so much sweeter, angel?”

Mark frowns, sitting up. “What are you trying to say?” He asks, voice shaking.

Donghyuck leans in with a smile, lips finding the shell of Mark’s ear, and in a voice that has shivers running down Mark’s spine, he softly whispers nine words;

“Come to hell, sweet angel, and set yourself free.”