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So– Mark bought Donghyuck a vibrator for his birthday.

It really wasn’t the most ingenious idea he’s ever had, but a few weeks back he overheard Donghyuck and Renjun talking on the phone (rather loudly, actually) about how owning one would make masturbating, ‘so much better.’

So, naturally, the part of Mark’s brain that cares deeply for his friends’ happiness mixed with the part of his brain that is pathetically–and he really means pathetically–horny for his best friend, which resulted in, well, this.

In hindsight, it was a really stupid plan.

Get Donghyuck, his best friend, a sex toy. For his birthday. Then hand deliver it to him under the guise of nonchalance; that of which Mark is sort of horrible at feigning.

And really–over a sex toy–who can?

It’s a fucking vibrator.

Doesn’t really scream, ‘you’re my platonic soulmate and this is totally normal,’ if he’s being honest. Really skating over that thin ice of their current friendship with this one.

It’s too late to back out now, though.

He’s already made his way in front of Donghyuck’s door and knocked, has already waited for the quiet creak the door hinges make when opened, and has already been met with the face of his friend who looks a mix of happy and shocked to see him.

“Oh, hey, what’s up?” 

Any form of confidence he had before he knocked completely dissipates the moment he meets Donghyuck’s eyes— Donghyuck’s big, bright eyes that really puts into perspective the position Mark’s in.

It doesn’t matter if he’s only older by a year (or a measly ten months, depending on who you ask), this is still inappropriate. Mark feels– weird, irresponsible almost.

Donghyuck’s supposed–supposed–to be like a younger brother to him, someone younger to guide and look after, but honestly, who is Mark kidding? The ‘younger brother’ moniker lost all its meaning years ago, right around when Mark realized his affections stemmed from something less brotherly and more I am constantly drawn to you, I feel fluttery when you smile or laugh at me, I would give it all up if it meant I could be by your side always, I think I love you--

So—

Mark’s sad list of excuses only starts to make sense when he gets to: what if Donghyuck doesn’t feel the same? Like, at all?

If that’s the case, then his horrible, terrible plan turns into life-ruining and possibly the most embarrassing thing he will ever do.

That’s almost enough to turn him around, march himself out of the apartment and return the damn thing, but–

“He~llo?”

Fuck.

He’s really in it now.

“Uhm–” eloquent as ever, “I got you another present for– you know.”

Donghyuck frowns.

“I told you guys I didn’t need any presents,” he protests, “plus, you already got me something. I don’t want you spending any more money on me.” He’s pouting now and Mark thinks he looks awfully cute, bottom lip just barely pushing out and brows furrowed.

“Yeah, well, I—” his voice cracks and he clears his throat, ears and neck positively burning. “I thought it was a little impersonal,” –as if a vibrator is any better– “so I ordered a separate, uh, thing. Thought it’d be best to give it to you when you were–” he clears his throat again, “alone.”

Donghyuck raises a brow, no doubt already suspicious, but steps aside from the doorway, motioning for Mark to come inside. He does, unable to stop himself from wincing at the click the door makes when he shuts it behind him.

Okay, well, fuck, here goes nothing.

He brings the box out in front of him where he had been holding it behind his back. It’s a decently sized white box with a flimsy pink ribbon tied into a redone bow at the center. The contents? A red vibrator with a small matching wireless remote, wrapped in sparkly white tissue paper, and yeah, Mark looked inside. So what? He had to make sure he didn’t get scammed, obviously…

Totally didn’t look inside to get the image of the real thing in his head and he definitely didn’t let his mind wander at the concept of Donghyuck using it. Nope, not at all.

Said boy takes the box from him and Mark considers running off the second it’s in his hands, but with the door shut behind him and the hand grabbing at his wrist as he starts to turn around— he’s trapped.

“Hey, kind of a lousy gift if you’re not even gonna stay while I open it.” Donghyuck clicks his tongue and directs his gaze down at the box. “You get me a bomb or something that detonates when I open it? And you’re running so only I explode,” he hisses through his teeth with a tilt of his head, “typical.”

He then starts undoing the ribbon, all while Mark can’t even keep his eyes on any part of the boy in front of him. Instead, he stares daggers into one of the tufts on the carpet that’s slightly longer than the others as if the damn thing killed his family, cheeks increasingly becoming a flaring red the longer he waits for Donghyuck’s reaction.

After what seems like way too long, Mark chances a glance up at the younger’s face and for the first time in a while can’t figure out what he’s thinking.

Time for some badly attempted damage control, then.

“I know it’s a little– strange and inappropriate, all things considered, but I heard you talking to Renjunnie about that kinda stuff and you sounded like you really wanted one, so I thought, ‘maybe he’d appreciate this’, but in retrospect I don’t think I should’ve. Yeah, this was a bad idea, I’ll– I’ll just return it, don’t even worry about it, pretend this never— ow!” His hands fly up to his forehead where Donghyuck just flicked him, face contorted in discomfort. “Okay, I think I deserved that. I mean, who in their right mind buys their best friend a vibrator?” A nervous laugh gets cut off by another flick, this time to his jaw.

“That was for eavesdropping, you asshole, not ‘cause I don’t want it.” The younger boy huffs.

“It’s not like I was trying to, you were being— ow! Will you stop? You’re just doing it for fun now!” Mark scowls, frowning deeply as Donghyuck simply snickers at his pain. Realization hits him then and his mouth hangs open. “So, you don’t– not want it?”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s a present and I was talking about it, like you said.” Donghyuck shrugs and Mark feels like the weight of the entire world has just been lifted from his shoulders. “What I wanna know, though, is why you got it for me in the first place.”

Oh, he is so fucked.

Sure, maybe this was his fucked up idea of some sort of peace offering, his last ditch effort to hint at his feelings, but god, having to explain himself is going to kill him.

“Uhm,” is the only pathetic sound he can produce, every atom of his existence telling him to abort, abort, abort.

“The only possibilities I can think of,” Donghyuck starts, moving forward until he’s in Mark’s personal space, and Mark has half the mind to maintain his pride and stay put, “is either you wanna use it on me, watch me use it myself, or maybe it really is a friendly gesture, a ‘hey, hope this makes you feel good, bye!‘” He huffs out a laugh. “Doubt that last one, honestly. So which is it? Wanna pleasure me or watch?”

Jesus fuck, this escalated.

He did want something to come out of this, but, again, Jesus fuck.

Mark swallows the growing lump in his throat and doesn’t miss the way the younger’s eyes dart down to watch his adam’s apple bob.

That’s— promising.

He must have stalled his answer too long because he’s getting backed up against the door in response to his silence.

“C’mon, hyung,” Donghyuck leans forward some more until his breath is fanning across Mark’s neck, causing the skin there to rise with goosebumps. “What really made you buy this for me?”

They’re so close Mark can feel the younger boy’s heat, the only thing stopping Donghyuck from getting even closer is the box held in his hand between them.

He’s still uncertain if the other boy even wants anything from him, so he decides to play it safe.

“I– I told you already, I overheard you say you wanted one.”

Mark watches Donghyuck’s head lift up some and then he’s staring into his eyes.

“Yes, I know and believe that, but what I don’t believe is your lack of intention. What’s swirling around in that big head of yours you’re not telling me?”

It’s obvious he’s been found out—but was he really trying that hard to hide it anyway? Plus, what else could gifting someone a sex toy mean? Donghyuck’s far from stupid.

What Donghyuck is though, is stubborn, so until Mark gives him the answer he wants, this isn’t going to be easy on Mark’s poor, awkward heart.

However, Mark might be just as prideful as Donghyuck is stubborn.

He stands up a little taller, forcing Donghyuck to look up at him in the slightest, and he’s about to stick with his story, mouth opening to talk, but then—

“Did you get Renjun one, too?”

The question takes him aback and he can’t stop the way his face twists in disgust at the idea.

Donghyuck grins suddenly and Mark realizes what's happened a moment too late.

“I see, I see,” the younger boy hums, grin turning into a sly smile, “well, that settles that, I think.”

Mark honestly doesn’t even know what to say– all Donghyuck needed to do was ask one simple question and his cover got completely blown.

He doesn’t look— appalled or even slightly uncomfortable by his discovery, though, so maybe…

“If you’ve got it all figured out; what happens now?”

Something flashes in the boy’s eyes before he leans forward to mumble in Mark’s ear.

“Maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

It’s a little embarrassing how fast that single sentence turns him on, heat traveling south in response to the promise in Donghyuck’s voice.

It hits him, then, that his dogshit plan worked, somehow. Sure, nothing’s really happened yet, but Donghyuck might as well have just confirmed his reciprocated attractions, and that’s honestly enough for Mark to consider this a win.

Mark’s greedy when it comes to Donghyuck, though.

“Kiss me, then,” is what he ends up responding with.

The younger boy makes a little startled noise in the back of his throat and pulls his head back, eyes wide in surprise.

“Wh—...Really?”

Mark raises a brow.

“Yeah, really.” That confidence he had built up before knocking on the door has started to come back in small increments and, with said confidence, he lets his voice drop an octave before he says: “You wanna give me what I want? Kiss me.”

A flush spreads over Donghyuck’s face and he blinks, looking almost lost.

Of course the way he’s all-talk also extends into the bedroom.

Leaving him stunned like this was not part of Mark’s plan, though, but he’s not gonna pass up on such an opportune moment.

He easily swaps their positions, Donghyuck’s brain too caught up on the idea of kissing to resist Mark’s hands on his arms spinning them around. The action makes the box in his hand fall to the floor with a soft thud and Mark can’t help the smug smile that pulls at his lips.

“So?”

“So, what?” Donghyuck finally starts responding again, his former shocked expression switching to one of defiance, shoulders squaring even though it doesn’t do much to make him appear any bigger.

“You’re really gonna make me repeat myself again?” Mark sighs before pressing a hand to the other boy’s diaphragm and pushing him further against the door, succeeding in making Donghyuck gasp from the pressure. He leans in some more until the other boy almost goes cross-eyed from trying to maintain eye contact. “Kiss me, Donghyuck-ah.” Challenge sparks in said boy’s eyes so Mark keeps going. “Or are you too much of a coward?”

That’s what gets Donghyuck surging forward, closing the gap between them and practically smashing his lips against Mark’s. Mark can feel Donghyuck trying his best to take over, hands twisted in the fabric on the sides of the older’s shirt as he attempts to push forward, but the firm hand splayed just under his chest is keeping him still against the door.

An irritated whine rumbles in the back of Donghyuck’s throat and before he can pull away from the kiss to complain, Mark’s already got another firm hand on his jaw, effectively keeping him in place. Whatever he was about to say gets swallowed down when Mark slips his tongue into his mouth, instantly shutting down every part of Donghyuck’s brain that still wanted to fight. Now, instead of trying to push Mark back in a way to take over the kiss, he’s pulling him closer, hands nearly clawing at the older’s biceps.

This is definitely rougher than he expected for their first kiss (and oh, has he thought about it), but with all the pretty noises Donghyuck’s making—like when he sucks on his tongue or when he runs his tongue along the roof of the younger’s mouth—he thinks this is a pretty good alternative.

Mark pushes forward some more, pressing Donghyuck flat against the door. He feels the other boy struggle once, almost like he’s testing Mark’s strength, before he fully relaxes with this high breathy noise. 

Wow, that was kinda hot.

How he’s just letting Mark pin him against the door– fuck.

That spurs him on even more, his hand on Donghyuck’s jaw tilting his head as Mark basically fucks his mouth with his tongue. It’s– messy, their mixed saliva pooling and trickling down the corners of their mouths, but god, is it hot. Everything about this is hot because it’s Donghyuck he’s kissing, and he’s making these little choked sounds in the back of his throat as Mark steals the air from his lungs—

Then Donghyuck makes a desperate noise, paired with three quick taps to Mark’s shoulder, and essentially taps out of their kiss. Mark pulls back and the younger boy gasps, mouth wet and open as he wills oxygen back into his lungs. He wipes at the spit on his chin with the back of his hand and Mark does the same, his other hand smoothing down from his jaw to the side of his neck.

“Jeez,” he swallows, “you trying to suffocate me?“ Donghyuck’s words spell annoyance but his eyes are hooded and dark, like he wouldn’t mind getting the breath stolen from him again. Mark feels the corners of his lips curl up into a small smile.

“Did you like it?” He asks, breathless. Donghyuck’s eyes soften just the slightest, as if Mark’s search for approval is something to feel fond over. Ain’t that somethin’.

“You could be the worst kisser in the universe and I’d probably still like it.” His words are shockingly honest, genuine, and Mark feels a bit stupid as he stares, mouth opening and closing as he digs through his excuse for a brain for a response.

He definitely takes too long to answer because next thing he knows there’s a hand in his face, accompanied with an embarrassed groan from the boy in front of him.

“Ai~,” Donghyuck hisses through his teeth, head turning to the side, “forget I said anything—”

“No, I feel the same!” Mark gets the cogs in his brain turning again and grabs a hold of the hand in his face, lowering it to their sides. “I just wasn’t expecting you to say something like that.” He huffs out a laugh, light-hearted, and Donghyuck just rolls his eyes, cheeks now red from more than just the kissing.

“Yeah, well, drop the awkward silences ‘cause you’re making me want to never do it again.” Donghyuck turns his head back to face Mark, and, god, Mark wants to tattoo the image in front of him onto the backs of his eyelids. There’s a pretty flush high on Donghyuck’s cheeks, brows furrowed with the slightest upturn at the fronts, lips still red and puffy— then his pink tongue darts out to wet them and really, Mark can’t help himself.

He presses their lips together again, free arm wrapping around Donghyuck’s waist, and he has to hold back a groan from how perfectly the younger boy fits against him. Donghyuck responds easily, his own free arm coming up to curl around Mark’s neck, fingers digging into his shoulder. It’s less forceful this time around, but their shared desperation has the kiss turning heated in just a matter of seconds.

Mark presses a leg forward, knee slipping between Donghyuck’s thighs. The action earns him a pretty whimper, the other boy arching into him almost instantly.

His chin is once again damp when he pulls back, but he doesn’t stray far, head dipping down to mouth at Donghyuck’s neck. He presses his tongue flat against the column of his throat, licking up to Donghyuck’s ear. Mark gently blows on the now damp skin just to feel Donghyuck squirm against him and the movement has the younger boy unintentionally rutting up against his thigh. A startled moan tumbles from Donghyuck’s lips at the friction, his head tipping back against the door behind him.

Under different circumstances he could lay his claim across the other boy’s skin, sink his teeth into the warmth at the hollow of his throat, leave him mottled pink and blue for everyone to see…

A hand in his hair tugs him back up and as if reading his mind, Donghyuck breathes out:

“On the insides of my thighs. You can,” he pauses to swallow, “leave marks there…”

And fuck if Mark hadn’t thought about doing just that a million times. A breath shakes past his lips and he nods a little dumbly.

“Yeah, yeah, I– I want that, shit.” He goes to reconnect their lips, but instead he’s met with Donghyuck’s cheek, the younger boy having turned his head at the last second.

“Bed,” Donghyuck mumbles, already unhooking his arm from Mark’s neck to gently push him forward with a hand on his chest.

Mark lets himself be guided back until the backs of his knees hit Donghyuck’s mattress and he sits down, his arm around the other boy’s waist dragging him down with him. Donghyuck nearly topples over, a surprised laugh leaving him as he scrambles to get his knees under himself, hands gripping at Mark’s shoulders to keep steady.

Mark looks up at the boy kneeling above him and Jesus, he’s never going to get over the way Donghyuck looks right now. There’s a small smile playing on his lips, mirth dancing with the absolute want in the dark of his eyes, and his head tilts to the side, causing some of his fringe to fall further over his forehead.

“You’re gorgeous,” Mark rumbles suddenly, his brain to mouth filter in shambles. Donghyuck barks out a laugh, like he doesn’t believe him, and settles further onto Mark’s lap, now properly sitting atop his thighs.

“And you’re ridiculous,” Donghyuck huffs, but the tips of his ears are red, clearly affected by the compliment. “If you had given a guy a warning I’d be able to live up to that.” He leans forward to press his lips against Mark’s jaw, but is immediately pushed back with a hand on his cheek.

“I’m serious, Donghyuck-ah,” Mark’s thumb gently runs over the mole beneath his eye. “You’re so naturally breathtaking, even when you’re not trying to be,” the arm around Donghyuck’s waist tightens, pulling him closer, “I’m left in awe every time I see you.” It’s now Mark who’s being honest, having Donghyuck close like this fueling his affections to the max.

He feels a little embarrassed, not used to being so open about his attraction to the boy in his lap, but it’s something he feels Donghyuck should hear. Said boy’s lip twitches, however, like he’s holding back laughter, and Mark feels his jaw drop open in disbelief before any words even leave Donghyuck’s mouth.

“Testing out new song lyrics?”

Mark groans, face now on fire from the lackluster reaction, and he ducks his head down to rest against the younger boy’s shoulder.

“You are unbelievable, seriously.” Donghyuck finally lets himself laugh, sounding almost in shock at his own sudden joke.

“I’m sorry, it just popped into my head, I had to get it out!” He whines, but doesn’t sound sorry in the slightest.

Mark just shakes his head, unable to stop the smile forming on his face, and when he looks up from Donghyuck’s shoulder he’s pleased to find his face flushed red like Mark’s words only just now hit him.

Donghyuck doesn’t — can’t — look him in the eyes as he pulls Mark up into a kiss, both hands cradling the older boy’s jaw, tips of his fingers gently pressing into the hollows behind Mark’s ears. It has his jaw relaxing, allowing Donghyuck to easily flick his tongue into his mouth, and his hand finds its way behind the younger boy’s head, fingers curling in his hair.

The atmosphere had softened around the edges and even though Mark had been previously consumed by the concept of getting rough and dirty with Donghyuck, he finds he wouldn’t mind lazily making out with him like this for hours.

That is until Donghyuck starts rolling his hips and all that goes out the window.

He grunts, instinctively tugging at the hair in his hand, and Donghyuck mewls into his mouth, a high pitched shaky thing that has Mark thanking every god out there for leading his life to this exact moment. An almost impatient need to pull out every new sound from the boy on his lap sends a shudder down his spine and he finds himself abruptly achingly curious about what Donghyuck sounds like when he’s fucked senseless, too overwhelmed by pleasure to form any proper words.

Fuck.

Both of his hands end up on Donghyuck’s hips and he drags him down and forward, successfully grinding their cocks together through the multiple layers of fabric between them. They both groan and that seems to be all the incentive Donghyuck needs to start rolling his hips in earnest.

Donghyuck’s hands slide down Mark’s neck to rest on his shoulders and his nails dig into the muscles beneath his palms when Mark’s hand slides down to his ass.

Their kiss ends up quickly turning into them just panting into each other’s mouths, which is totally fine in Mark’s opinion; he’s able to watch Donghyuck’s reactions like this. The way his brows furrow and tilt, his eyes occasionally fluttering shut on particularly good grinds, white teeth pressing down onto his lower lip when his own noises start sounding too loud…

Mark squeezes the flesh in his hand and Donghyuck’s hips stutter, a soft hum rumbling in his chest. The look Donghyuck shoots him next has his mouth going dry and he instinctively holds his breath when the younger boy leans in close to his ear.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Mark-hyung?”

He nearly chokes, his breath hitching in the back of his throat, but he’s holding his breath so it instead comes out as a very attractive sputter. Mark feels the way Donghyuck smiles against his ear, no doubt proud over the affect he has on him.

“Yeah,” Mark clears his throat a little, one of his hands sliding up to squeeze at Donghyuck’s waist under his shirt, “I really do, you have no idea.” He hopes his voice comes out less desperate than he feels, but guessing by the way Donghyuck huffs out a laugh next to his ear, he’s sure he failed.

“Good,” Donghyuck leans back, gaze downright sinful, “‘cause I want Mark-hyung to fuck me, too.”

God, if Mark wasn’t already rock solid in his sweats that sentence alone would have sent him from flaccid to painfully hard in seconds.

Donghyuck slides off his lap and Mark swallows, the reality of their situation starting to hit him, even though it had been his plan in the first place. He just happened to forget about all the details when he came up with the idea, that’s all…

“Right now?” He manages to croak once Donghyuck starts pushing his own sweatpants down his legs.

“Yeah, unless you were planning on taking care of that somewhere else.” Donghyuck replies easily, gesturing towards Mark’s very obvious problem in his lap.

“No, no, I just— what about Johnny-hyung? What if he comes back? We can’t kick him out of his own room…” Mark starts to frown and Donghyuck raises a brow towards him.

“Do you know how many times I’ve been sent to the living room so Johnny-hyung can have someone over?”

Mark’s jaw hangs open.

“Seriously? Johnny-hyung?”

Donghyuck’s lips quirk upward, then:

“No, that was a lie.”

Christ.

Mark huffs out an incredulous laugh, hand coming up to his forehead as he shakes his head, and Donghyuck just laughs.

“I have got to stop believing everything that comes out of your mouth,” he grumbles and leans back on his hands, watching Donghyuck — what he assumes — prepare the room for them to…have sex.

This is really happening, isn’t it? He still can’t believe he got this far.

All the lights have been turned off except for a tall yellow-light lamp in the far corner, setting a warm glow across the room. 

“You just like me too much to assume I’d do something as nefarious as lie to you.” Donghyuck teases and Mark doesn’t deny it — doesn’t even know what he’d say — because yeah, he’s probably right.

“It’ll be okay, though, right? He won’t like…come back and just walk in?”

“Yes, it’ll be fine,” the last thing Donghyuck does is lock the door, then he’s turning and going to stand in front of Mark again. “If he comes home early he’ll just have to cry about it by himself elsewhere.” Mark huffs out a laugh at the response, but it does help ease some of his nerves.

He finally lets himself take in the sight in front of him.

Donghyuck’s arms are crossed over his chest and a hip is cocked — soon to be impatient — but all Mark can focus on is the long expanse of Donghyuck’s bare legs that he’s spent years dreaming about. The skin looks soft, waxed, and the light in the room makes him appear even more golden than he already is. He licks his lips and looks up to the younger boy’s face.

“You have too many clothes on.” Donghyuck points out and Mark’s quick to pull his shirt over his head, letting it fall somewhere on the floor next to the bed. He stands up, then, about to push his sweatpants down, but pauses, brows furrowing in confusion.

“What about you? All you did was take your pants off.” Donghyuck just shrugs, hands moving down to rest on his hips.

“I have no ‘killing part’ up here,” he jokes, hand gesturing towards his upper body that’s still covered by his sleep shirt that’s two sizes too big. “No point for it to be on display.” Humor laces his voice, but Mark knows better.

“I’ve seen you without a shirt hundreds of times, Donghyuckie,” Mark threads his fingers in the hair behind Donghyuck’s ear, thumb resting on the hinge of his jaw. “What’s different now?” The younger boy frowns for just a moment, eyes dropping to Mark’s chest where he then places a hand, and Mark knows that action alone is more a simple search for contact than anything else.

“Would it be hotter if I said I’m just shy?” Donghyuck replies in a low voice after a short silence and takes a small step closer, looking up at Mark through his lashes.

Mark frowns a little. It’s obviously a cover, but why? They’ve been best friends for almost ten years. They’ve seen each other butt ass naked more than he can count on both hands and like he had said; they’ve seen each other shirtless countless times.

They’ve never been around each other half naked like this before, though…

That must be part of it.

“Not necessarily,” Mark mumbles, his other hand curling around Donghyuck’s waist and pulling him closer. “I just want you to be comfortable.” He gently knocks their foreheads together and delights in the way a flush spreads over the younger boy’s cheeks.

Donghyuck can’t maintain eye contact as he nods. Instead, he presses a couple gentle kisses to Mark’s cheeks and knocks their foreheads together again. “You too,” he mumbles back, soft, and Mark’s heart damn near explodes.

The moment doesn’t last very long, though, because Donghyuck’s pushing at his chest and moving back towards the bed.

“Okay, enough stalling! My dick gets any softer and it’s gonna melt off my body.” The joke has Mark giggling while Donghyuck gets on the bed, positioning himself right in the middle of the pillows with his legs stretched out comfortably in front of him. “And lose the pants.” He adds and settles further into the pillows. Still bossy.

Mark shakes his head with a fond smile, but does as he’s told.

He’s kicking his sweatpants off his feet when he sees it; that damned rectangular white box. He almost forgot what had gotten him here in the first place.

Donghyuck must follow his line of sight because he says: “We can use it next time.”

Next time.

Mark swallows and feels his cheeks burn at the idea. Fuck— yeah. Next time for sure.

With just his boxers on, Mark finally gets on the bed, kneeling at the edge.

“Come here,” Donghyuck rumbles, eyes hooded and legs spread, so Mark goes, unable to resist even if he wanted to.

He ends up knelt, sat back on his heels, between the younger boy’s thighs, which, fucking hell, his thighs.

Donghyuck has his legs propped up on Mark’s own and Mark curses under his breath when he gets his hands on them, the skin under his thumbs getting softer the further up his hands go. The other boy hums when Mark presses his thumbs into the smooth skin at the insides of his thighs.

“Hyung,” Donghyuck’s voice pulls Mark’s gaze up to meet his eyes. “Remember what I said earlier?”

What he said earlier…?

Mark’s eyes widen. Oh, right.

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “How– How much can I leave?” Donghyuck’s face scrunches up.

“What? You want a number?” Mark’s cheeks flare. Stupid ass question. “I don’t care, do as much as you want.”

Mark just nods, choosing to move on from his embarrassment, and scoots back on his knees, giving himself a better angle for when he leans down. Before he does, though, he slides his hands up Donghyuck’s hips to his waist and the action pushes his shirt up, revealing more of that golden skin Mark wants to put his mouth all over.

Soon, he tells himself, but for now he wants to savor the slower moments like these.

Which, to no surprise — it’s Donghyuck — doesn’t last very long at all.

“Mark-hyung,” he drawls, impatient already, “come on.”

The older boy rolls his eyes — it’s barely been two minutes since they got on the bed — but he supposes he could still enjoy a nice slower moment; just with his head between Donghyuck’s thighs.

Mark squeezes at the younger boy’s waist, delighting in the way he arches into it, then finally dips his head down. His mouth lands left of Donghyuck’s navel and he can’t help but hum over how warm his skin feels under his lips.

A hand comes to rest on his head, gentle fingers absentmindedly playing with Mark’s hair, and it has him looking up, burning gaze meeting Donghyuck’s own. His head is tilted, nearly resting on his own shoulder, as if he’s trying to get a good view of Mark as the older boy makes his way down his body.

His lips pull into a frown, however, at the short pause, and his mouth opens to voice another complaint, but Mark rolls his eyes again and continues down his path before Donghyuck can whine about the pace.

Mark keeps his kisses chaste as he makes his way down to the other boy’s hip, but his teeth make an appearance to drag down the sharp bone just above his briefs. Donghyuck lets out a shaky breath at the feeling, hips lifting minutely.

“Take them off,” the younger boy is saying, then. “My— underwear, off.”

Mark has to sit up to do so and once he’s tugged them past his ankles, Donghyuck’s spreading his legs again, bare and open just for Mark to see. His cock rests half hard against his stomach, the tip slightly wet from when he had been grinding on Mark’s lap.

Look, Mark has never been the type of guy to think another dude’s dick was anything but fine or just whatever because it never mattered before, but—

Donghyuck’s— pretty, everywhere apparently.

He finds himself curious about what it looks like fully hard and flushed pink, precum drooling from the tip, all because of him...

When he looks back up to Donghyuck’s face there’s that same heated look in his eyes, except now there’s red staining his cheeks and spreading down his throat. His eyes stay locked on Mark’s, though, almost challenging.

Why he’s not sure; maybe Donghyuck had expected him to say something about it, to have a bigger reaction, but it’s– really not that big of a deal. Sure, it’s the first time Mark’s seen Donghyuck’s dick hard, but it’s definitely not the first time Mark’s seen a guy’s boner like this.

All Mark does is raise a brow — Donghyuck’s lips purse in response — before he’s dropping back down between the other boy’s thighs. Here he’s practically face-to-face with his cock, but that’s not what he’s come for.

With a hand curled behind Donghyuck’s knee, he pushes up, spreading his legs even further, and doesn’t miss the way his breath stutters, evident in the way his stomach wavers. He tucks that thread away to be tugged at later.

The junction between thigh and pelvis is Mark’s first target, tongue dragging along the crease dangerously close to the other boy’s balls. Donghyuck tenses above him briefly with a sharp inhale through his nose, hips already starting to twitch away from the sensation. Mark keeps going, mouth now pressed to the softest part of Donghyuck’s inner thigh, and alternates between mouthing gently at the skin and sucking hard enough to bruise.

Donghyuck’s hand had returned to his hair at the first mark he left behind, fingers intermittently tugging at the strands then petting over them after in some silent way of apologizing for any discomfort. There isn’t any, of course, not until Mark sinks his teeth into the plush skin and the hand in his hair is pulling harder than before. It stings, but Mark doesn’t relent, teeth sinking further in as he sucks, and Donghyuck jerks at the feeling. His legs try to come together, one of his thighs tense against Mark’s ear, but the older boy keeps Donghyuck’s other leg in place, short nails now digging into his skin.

Mark laves his tongue over the new bruise and Donghyuck sucks in a breath through his teeth, knees trying to press together again. Mark’s hold is firm, though, keeping him still, and Donghyuck groans, back arching off the mattress. There’s that thread again…

Is it his strength? Is that what’s turning him on?

There’s no way Donghyuck would tell him if he asked, so Mark’s left to explore that on his own.

He leaves a couple more marks and drops his hand, letting the other boy’s leg settle more comfortably on the bed, before moving to his other thigh. Like before, he has to push Donghyuck’s leg out of the way, but he uses more strength now; to both test his theory and because there’s more resistance this time around, the muscles in the younger’s thigh taut.

Other than a shaky exhale and a tug to his hair, there’s very little reaction.

Must be something more specific, then…

…he’ll get back to it eventually.

Instead, he opts to just continue with what he was doing.

Mark gives this thigh the same attention as the last, mouthing over the flesh with the occasional bite that has Donghyuck’s hips squirming. His time is cut short again, however, when the tugging to his hair becomes incessant, followed by a breathy, “hyung.”

With one last kiss to the soft skin, he lifts his head up and gets instantly pulled forward by a hand curled around his bicep. The movement is abrupt and Mark almost makes a fool of himself, nearly falling right onto Donghyuck, but he catches himself at the last second, hand landing to the side of the other boy’s head. He’s about to crack a likely stupid joke, but he’s getting dragged downwards before he gets the chance.

Just like earlier, Donghyuck is desperate in the way he kisses. This time there’s the added arousal that comes with the promise of eventual release, though, and it makes him clumsy. Clumsy or not, the way he’s licking into his mouth and nipping at his lips is hot as fuck and Mark would be lying his ass off if he said the effect he has on Donghyuck didn’t make him feel a bit smug.

Once again, the moment is ending earlier than Mark would have liked, as Donghyuck pushes at his shoulders until he’s pulling back. It’s a bit frustrating, sure, but if this goes well Mark’s certain they’ll have all the time in the world — when they aren’t busy, of course, which unfortunately is almost always — to take things slow and properly explore each other’s bodies.

Donghyuck’s panting now, lips wet and red, and god, Mark wants to keep kissing him forever, but then the other boy is breathing out:

“Six.”

Huh?

Oh.

Mark laughs.

“Pretty sure it was seven.”

Donghyuck’s face twists like Mark just said the sky was red.

“It’s my body, I felt them all.”

“Yeah, and I left them there,” Mark pinches at Donghyuck’s side. “Want me to go down and recount them?”

“No, you’re just gonna count how much you think you left. You have to give them time to form, you idiot.” Donghyuck raises a hand, probably to flick at Mark’s jaw, but the older boy catches his wrist before he can.

“And when they do, there’ll be seven of them. Don’t fight me on this,” Mark laughs again, amused. Of course this is something Donghyuck would bicker over.

“Okay, well, if I’m right you have to suck me off next time.” And of course he would place a bet on it as well.

“Yeah, alright, does that mean you’ll suck me off if I’m right?”

Something dark flashes in Donghyuck’s eyes at his words, but he just tilts his head in that annoying way he often does.

“Naturally.”

Then both of his hands are pushing at Mark’s chest until he’s sat back on his heels again. He twists his torso and leans over the edge of the bed to rummage through his bedside table drawers.

“I can literally already start counting them right now.” Mark says, hands splayed over Donghyuck’s thighs. His eyes trail down to the other boy’s now fully hard cock and it’s honestly a better sight than he could have imagined. It’s certainly flushed a pretty pink like he had expected, but there’s a slight curve to it, the tip still wet where it rests under and just to the right of his belly button. He’s smaller than Mark–which is a bad comparison, Mark’s not exactly average–and like the rest of him it’s slim and pretty. It’s a bit strange to think, but it suits him.

“That ruins the suspense!” Donghyuck whines before coming back up once he finds what he had been looking for; lube. “Wait until tomorrow when you can actually see them. Right now, though,” he holds the lube out towards Mark, “you’re gonna fuck me.”

Fuck yeah he is, but first:

“Am I?” Mark teases, corner of his mouth ticking up into a smirk. Donghyuck stares, unimpressed, then his hand is cupping Mark’s cock through his boxers. His smirk falters, a startled gasp leaving him before he gets the chance to hold in it.

“If you wanna do something about this, then yeah, you are.”

Brat. Two can play at that game.

“And what about you?” He curls a hand around Donghyuck’s cock, the first real touch it’s received tonight, and the reaction is instant. Donghyuck gasps sharply, the hand holding the lube dropping the bottle and flying to Mark’s wrist, whole body tensing. “I could just leave you like this, hard and desperate.” He strokes once and Donghyuck’s head tips back, teeth gritting around a groan. He won’t do that, of course, but putting the possibility in the younger boy’s head doesn’t hurt.

The hand that had been on Mark’s cock has moved to the sheets, fingers clutching at the fabric. Donghyuck takes a deep breath — albeit shaky — and forces himself to relax, chin tilting back down so he can look Mark in the eye.

“Lucky for me I was recently gifted a very helpful present,” he breathes, a grin starting to spread on his face.

Mark leans over him, hand stroking again and tightening around the tip this time. Donghyuck whines and squeezes his eyes shut, back arching.

“Over the real thing? Really?” His voice has dropped an octave and he’s not sure if the way Donghyuck’s thighs squeeze at his waist is a coincidence or not.

“You want me to — ngh — beg for it or something?” He snarks, eyes fluttering open to reestablish eye contact.

Hearing Donghyuck beg for his cock would probably put him in an early grave, but it would also do wonders for his ego and god, would it sound so fucking hot. So;

“I’m not opposed to that.” He rumbles and starts up a slow pace as he starts stroking the other boy’s cock for real now. Donghyuck’s grip around his wrist tightens, but doesn’t try and pull him off.

“Seriously?” Donghyuck asks, voice pulling off into another whine at the tail end of the syllables. “Didn’t—” he gasps, “didn’t you come in here to fuck me?”

“Not really,” Mark chuckles. “Sure, I was hoping something would happen, but I was just gonna leave if nothing did.”

“Isn’t the fact that it's my birthday enough incentive?” Donghyuck huffs.

“Three birthday presents?” He teases, leaning further over the younger boy. “Don’t be greedy, Donghyuck-ah.” His strokes quicken in pace just a bit, but it’s enough to pull a choked moan from the boy beneath him.

“You keep going like– that and I’m gonna come be-before you do anything,” he complains, voice pitchy and breathless, and his hips have started to squirm.

Already? That’s an ego boost…

Mark flashes a grin before dipping down right next to Donghyuck’s ear.

“You wanna come on my cock? Is that it?” He mutters lowly. His words have Donghyuck’s hips bucking up into his palm, both hands scrambling to grab onto the older boy’s shoulders, all accompanied by a broken whine that trails off into soft whimpers.

“F-Fuck– fuck, you can’t just— say that,” he whines, nails digging into Mark’s skin. “I— yeah, I wanna--” he pauses, almost like he’s hesitating to say what he says next, “please.”

It makes Mark smile.

“Say it.”

He’s being a bit mean, it is Donghyuck’s birthday after all, but he knows if the younger boy truly wants something he’d do anything to get his way.

While he waits for Donghyuck to give in, his hands move. One plants itself on the bed so he doesn’t have to use so much core strength to hold himself up while the other moves from the other boy’s cock down to his balls, middle finger dipping further down to rub circles into his perineum. Donghyuck whimpers next to his ear, hips pushing down against his hand, wanting more, but there’s only one way he’ll get it. Which is:

“Mark-hyung," his voice is soft, almost shy, “I wanna come with you inside me, please, please.”

There we go.

Whatever he could have come up with in his head would never compare to the real thing; to the way he sounds close to tears, the way his voice cracks when he says please.

Mark has to hear more tonight.

“Alright, baby,” he croons, the pet name easily falling from his lips, “I’ll give you what you want. Just lay there and look pretty for me, okay?” Donghyuck’s breath shakes out of him and his thighs tense around Mark’s waist again. Mark feels more than sees the way the younger boy nods, the hands on his shoulders relaxing and smoothing down his biceps.

He presses a kiss to the skin behind Donghyuck’s ear before sitting back up. Donghyuck isn’t looking at him anymore, eyes trained on the ceiling, and there’s that gorgeous flush on his skin again. Mark wishes he could see the way it likely spreads down his chest, but he can’t dwell on that too long; he’s got things to do.

First thing he does is pull one of the pillows out from under the younger’s head and moves it down, pushing it beneath Donghyuck’s hips when said boy lifts them for him. Donghyuck lets his legs spread further after that, one of his knees lifted higher up to the side. Mark can see his hole like this and Donghyuck must know because he’s thrown an arm over his eyes, no doubt embarrassed by his exposed state.

It’s cute. Really cute.

Mark doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Donghyuck this shy before. He gets awkward and a bit flustered after a few too many compliments, but never like this. The boy can't even look at him, going as far as covering his eyes to hide from Mark’s hungry gaze. If it weren’t for the fact Donghyuck’s cock is hard and leaking onto his stomach he would’ve felt a bit hesitant. He’s made him wait long enough, though, so he doesn’t stall his movements for too long.

The bottle of lube makes a soft click when it’s opened, the contents already two-thirds used up, and Mark can’t help the way his mind wanders at the thought of Donghyuck pleasuring himself. Maybe he’ll take the younger up on that offer of watching him next time they do this…

He squeezes a decent amount onto the fingers of his right hand and takes a moment to warm it up before he’s lowering his hand. Donghyuck’s breath hitches when his fingers reach his hole, pads of his pointer and middle finger rubbing slow circles into the rim.

“You have done this before, right?” Mark’s asking, because it doesn’t hurt to be sure. Donghyuck nods, swallows, then breathes out a, “yeah.”

He’s suddenly hit with a curiosity to know all of Donghyuck’s past sexual experiences.

How many people have seen him like this? Who was the first person to make him come with their own hands? Who was the first person Donghyuck brought to release? Did he use his hands? His mouth?

Who was the first person to fuck him? Who was able to be the first welcomed into Donghyuck’s tight heat and do they know how lucky they are?

Mark wants to override all of those experiences; wants to be the best Donghyuck’s ever had, wants to ruin sex for him with anyone else…

…and he’s pretty confident he’ll be able to do so.

His middle finger presses in and Donghyuck sighs, hole relaxing further and allowing Mark to push in to the second knuckle. He starts up a slow rhythm, pushing in and out until his whole finger is inside, all while his other hand runs up and down the other boy’s flank.

With a slight curl of his finger, Donghyuck’s hips are lifting from the pillow and a moan rumbles in his chest. He must’ve been close to his prostate, but the movement makes his finger slip out back to the second knuckle and he loses his spot. His other hand pushes Donghyuck’s hips back down and he leans more of his weight onto it, effectively holding the younger boy down.

Mark feels Donghyuck try to twist his hips, which he ultimately fails to do, but then he’s cursing under his breath and the older boy watches in wonder as his cock twitches, more precum drooling from the tip.

Huh.

Thread successfully tugged, he supposes.

It must be the resistance–the pressure of being held down–that does it for him. He wonders if Donghyuck even knows about this certain kink of his. And if he does Mark desperately needs to know how he found out — was it just an accident or did someone else hold him down as they fucked him?

God, it is so silly to feel any form of jealousy right now — before this they had strictly been just friends — but he’s been harboring feelings for the other boy for years. He can’t help but feel a bit like he missed out, like he should’ve been the one to help Donghyuck explore his sexuality.

He’s less gentle than before when he pushes a second finger in next to the first and Donghyuck inhales sharply through his nose, thighs tensing.

It isn’t until he’s worked both fingers to the base that the younger boy starts getting noisy. His breath stutters on almost every other inhale, each press of Mark’s fingers pushes a whimper from his throat, and at some point his other hand had come up to cover his mouth when he had let out a loud whine once Mark spread his fingers inside him.

“Donghyuckie,” he calls, gentle, “let me hear you, baby.” A muffled whimper and a shake of his head — though a bit awkward due to how much he’s covering his face — is Donghyuck’s response.

How Lee Donghyuck, who values his voice over anything, could be so quiet and almost ashamed of making noise right now— he’ll never understand. But Mark’s not the type to make something like that a big deal so he’ll just have to coax it out of him.

He presses his fingers in as deep as he can then curls them upwards. Donghyuck clenches around him, breath catching in the back of his throat with a small groan, but that’s it.

His wrist twists to the left a bit and he curls his fingers again. There it is.

Donghyuck cries out from behind his hand, back arching and thighs threatening to close shut, and the arm that had been over his eyes shoots down so he can grab at Mark’s wrist like before. Mark rubs at the spot again and feels the younger’s hips try to buck upward beneath his hand, an absolute porn-worthy moan slipping through his fingers.

Fucking hell.

“Christ, you are so fucking hot,” Mark groans, fingers now rubbing small circles into the younger’s prostate. The constant stimulation has Donghyuck squirming — as best as he can with Mark’s hand still holding his hips down — and he’s whining in the back of his throat on every exhale. The hand over his mouth is doing very little to muffle his sounds at this point, so Mark guesses he succeeded to some degree to get the other boy to become noisier.

He absently wonders if he’s always this reactive with everyone…

…then remembers someone got to see it before him. God dammit.

Donghyuck’s eyes have been squeezed shut since his arm moved and his head is tilted back, the long expanse of his throat on display. He clenches around Mark’s fingers again, the hand on his wrist now tapping at his arm as Donghyuck chokes on a moan, cock leaking even more onto his stomach— god, he’s so wet. The thought nearly sends Mark into cardiac arrest, but he keeps it together enough to relent the constant pressure to Donghyuck’s prostate, sure that the younger was probably seconds from coming. Donghyuck moans low in his chest when Mark’s fingers pull away from that little bundle of nerves then his breath hitches when Mark removes his fingers completely, along with the hand that had been holding him down.

His body gradually relaxes while the older boy spreads more lube onto his fingers, the shaking in his legs calming down into a light tremble, and his stomach heaves as he attempts to catch his breath. When Mark looks up at his face, his eyes are half-open and wet, unshed tears clumping his lashes together.

“Please tell me the tears are a good thing,” Mark says, unable to help feeling a little concerned. Donghyuck just sniffles and rubs at his eyes indignantly.

“What do you think?” He grumbles, voice a little rougher than it was before Mark stuck his fingers up his ass.

Mark smiles, a bit smug. He made Donghyuck feel so good he almost cried— he can’t wait to see what reactions his cock pulls out of him.

With three fingers this time, Mark pushes in, going slightly slower than before because of the extra stretch. Donghyuck groans and tips his head back, his hips now able to push down onto Mark’s hand. The older boy spreads his fingers once he’s pressed in to the last knuckle and Donghyuck curses, one of his hands twisting in the sheets.

“You take it so well,” Mark finds himself saying before the thought even finishes in his head, “like you’re made for it or something.” Donghyuck moans at that, cock twitching.

It’s not the first time tonight Donghyuck’s reacted this way to Mark’s words and he’s not sure if it’s the sound of his voice or the contents of what he’s saying, but whatever it is, it’s turning the other boy on.

He’s about to say more, add more fuel to the fire that is Donghyuck’s arousal, but the younger is speaking before Mark can even open his mouth.

“Who– Who was your f-first?” The sudden question makes Mark pause. It’s what he wants to ask Donghyuck, but he guesses the younger boy is just as curious about his past as Mark is about his. Donghyuck meets his eyes when he doesn’t answer right away.

“Some new stylist when I was 19,” his fingers continue moving, slow thrusts with the occasional spreading of his fingers. “She was only a few years older than me, so nothing, like, crazy weird,” he laughs softly. “It wasn’t really what I was expecting for my first time, but y’know, hormones.” Donghyuck hums in acknowledgment, eyes fighting to stay open and focused. “I never saw her after, though. Apparently she refused to work with us again and someone said it was because she couldn’t bear not being with me or something.” The younger boy laughs, the sound breaking off into a whine when Mark’s fingers brush against his prostate.

“Lee Mark, heartbreaker,” he teases, breathless, the last word spoken in English. Mark rolls his eyes.

“It’s not like I’m trying to be.” Then, just to be mean, he curls his fingers against Donghyuck’s prostate once. He jerks, a startled moan falling freely from his mouth, and his eyes squeeze shut. They open again right after to shoot a heatless glare Mark’s way. “What about you? Who was your first?” He’s able to throw the question back at him without making himself sound too obsessed with how much he needs to know.

“I’ll tell you–” his breath hitches, “after, when y-you’re not inside me.”

A bit disappointing, but he does have a point. Mark’s sure he wouldn’t have been able to say half of his answer if he was in Donghyuck’s position. Mark simply nods, tucking away the permission to ask for later.

He spends a couple more minutes preparing the other boy for his cock, which he himself wouldn’t call big, but he’s definitely gotten praised for the size in previous sexual encounters. His other hand gently kneads at the plushness of Donghyuck’s thigh, hoping to relax the younger further before the main event. Calling his dick that in his head makes him huff out a laugh, but thankfully Donghyuck doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care to ask what’s so funny.

Once he’s satisfied with his work, he slowly removes his fingers from the younger’s hole. He watches as he does so, almost entranced by the way the muscle clenches around his fingers–like it wants to pull them back in–then gapes around nothing, the smooth skin pink and wet.

It’s like his building arousal only now fully hits him and he becomes achingly aware of how fucking hard he is in his boxers. God, he’s gonna die if he doesn’t fuck Donghyuck in the next 60 seconds.

He’s clumsy as he pushes his boxers down his hips, awkwardly shifting on his knees to get them past his ankles, and Donghyuck laughs at him, still coherent enough to find humor in Mark nearly tripping over himself. That’ll change soon enough if Mark has anything to do with it.

When he looks back up to meet Donghyuck’s eyes, the younger’s gaze is aimed downwards at Mark’s now freed cock. His eyes are lidded, dark, and he swallows, like the mere sight of Mark’s cock is making him salivate. Oh, he wants to win that bet desperately now, if just the idea of sucking him off makes Donghyuck look like that.

Mark keeps his eyes locked on Donghyuck’s face as he spreads lube over his cock, the way the younger boy watches and licks his lips at the sight going straight to the older boy’s head. His hips stutter into his own hand when he imagines how it’d feel to push into the warm wetness of Donghyuck’s mouth, how his tongue would feel wrapped around his tip, how well he’d take it down his throat— would he let Mark come down his throat? Fuck.

He takes his hand off himself before he gets too close to the edge and speaking of Mark coming;

“Do you have a condom?” Because of course he only just now remembered.

“No, wanna feel you,” is Donghyuck’s mumbled response, eyes not straying from Mark’s crotch.

Fuck, Mark’s never gone without a condom before, this is going to quite literally kill him.

“Okay, yeah,” he clears his throat when his voice comes out higher than he had intended, “and you’re– clean, right?” Donghyuck hums an affirming, “mhm,” before dragging his gaze back up to Mark’s face, almost like doing so was difficult. His eyes are so dark, all-consuming in the way it looks like he wants to eat the older boy alive, and Mark has never been so turned on in his entire life.

With one hand he guides his cock to Donghyuck’s entrance, smearing some of the lube on the head over the other’s hole before pressing in. There’s a bit more resistance than he had anticipated, even with his extensive prepping, and when he gets just the tip past that tight ring of muscle they both groan. Mark’s groan drags out a bit longer and his head tips back because holy hell Donghyuck is tight and so fucking hot around him already.

He didn’t even realize he had shut his eyes, but when he opens them and tilts his head back down Donghyuck has an arm over his eyes again, his other arm coming forward to paw at Mark’s own, silently asking for his hand. Mark gives it to him, obviously, and Donghyuck seems to relax some more once their fingers lace together.

Mark pushes forward a couple more inches, doing the best he can to tamper down his own desperation to keep an eye on the younger’s reactions. He knew he was above average in size, but he must be the biggest Donghyuck’s ever had, if the way he’s gnawing at his bottom lip with his back arched off the mattress says anything.

And that really was just what he needed to feel better about the whole, ‘not being his first,’ thing. If not the first, at the very least the best.

He pulls out just a bit, the slight drag pushing a breath past his lips, before pressing back in, starting up a slow rhythm in his shallow thrusts. 

Donghyuck stays fairly quiet throughout the beginning, heavy breaths shaking through his nose. He then clenches around Mark suddenly, inadvertently pulling the older’s cock further into him. He chokes out a cry and goes taut, knees digging into Mark’s ribs as his legs try to close.

Mark curses, over the sudden tightness around his cock and from the near death grip Donghyuck has on his hand, and worry pools in his stomach immediately.

“Shit, Donghyuck-ah— are you okay?” He leans over him and his free hand curls around the younger’s waist. It takes him a while to reply, each exhale turning into a breathy whimper, then;

“So bi–g–” Donghyuck whines, voice cracking, and that would be so fucking hot if Mark wasn’t currently terrified of possibly hurting him.

“Do– Do you need me to pull out? Shit, I should’ve--” The arm over Donghyuck’s eyes shoots down to grab at Mark’s hip.

“Don’t you– dare fucking pull o–ut,” the younger boy hisses, voice strained and pitchy, almost panicked, and his ankles hook together behind Mark’s lower back. “Just— need a second…”

Mark feels damn near ready to explode, the tight, damp heat of Donghyuck’s walls enough to send him straight to heaven. Metaphorically and literally (if he’s being dramatic, which he is). Despite this, he keeps himself still as the other boy relaxes, only stroking at his side with the hand that had been on his waist.

Donghyuck’s legs are the first to move, the muscles loosening up with his deep breaths, and they fall back down onto the bed. He lifts a knee like he had previously done and wiggles his hips a little, trying to get more comfortable, but it just shifts Mark’s cock inside him. He stills again with a sharp inhale, eyes locking onto the ceiling as he holds his breath, waiting until he gets used to it again.

Meanwhile, Mark’s vision goes white for a couple seconds and he can feel sweat start to drip down his hairline from how much he’s holding himself back. If he just— pushed a little further he’d be all the way inside, but he’s not sure if the mind-numbing pleasure would outweigh Donghyuck’s discomfort or, god forbid, pain.

The younger boy starts breathing properly again soon enough — well, as properly as he can with a cock up his ass — and his whole body relaxes almost instantly, finally. His grip on Mark’s hand had also let up and his thumb now runs over the older boy’s own.

“Okay,” he mutters, glassy eyes dropping to meet Mark’s, “you– can keep going.”

Mark nods and squeezes Donghyuck’s hand before pulling out a few inches then pushing back in further than he was before. He does it again, pushing in until he bottoms out, and watches as Donghyuck’s eyes roll to the back of his head, a long moan getting pulled from his throat.

He may feel like he’s about to die, Donghyuck’s walls so tight and perfect around him, but he keeps the build up slow. His hand slides up the younger’s side until he gets to his chest, the shirt still on Donghyuck’s torso getting pushed further up, and his hand curls around his ribs, thumb pressing in just below his sternum. Donghyuck pushes up into his hand with a stilted whine, eyes still shut, and Mark dips down, lips landing on the other boy’s cheek.

“You feel so good,” he praises against Donghyuck’s cheekbone, “thought– I was gonna burst the second I got inside you. Still do, honestly.” He huffs out a soft laugh and the younger boy shivers, arm coming up to wrap around Mark’s shoulders.

“Move,” Donghyuck whimpers, hips lamely lifting off the pillow. Mark hisses softly at the feeling, but ultimately does what he’s told.

Just like before he’s slow as he starts up a rhythm, pulling out some then slowly fucking back in. Each thrust pulls a reaction out of the boy beneath him; a choked out whine, a drag of his nails over Mark’s shoulder, all while his back is unable to stay flat on the bed longer than a few seconds.

Mark plants kisses over Donghyuck’s face–his cheeks, nose, jawline–as he picks up the pace. Donghyuck clings onto him, both of his legs coming up to wrap around Mark’s waist, and the position somehow has Mark hitting even deeper inside him. He’s become noisy again, short throaty whines and little high pitched ‘ah, ah’s spilling from his mouth.

And Mark? He really made it to heaven.

The constant drag and occasional clenching around his cock so amazing that his horny-monkey-brain has convinced him that it’s the best thing he’s ever felt.

Forget ruining sex with other people for Donghyuck, Mark’s the one unsure he could move on after this. Not like he intends to, honestly.

He then tilts his hips slightly to the left and almost regrets it.

The change in angle has him hitting Donghyuck’s prostate dead on, and in any other situation that would be the ideal, but the younger boy has revealed he has a noise problem, so instead of making some beautiful sound that would probably haunt Mark’s dreams for the foreseeable future, he sinks his teeth into Mark’s neck, right on the junction between neck and shoulder. Right on a spot that’s visible in most of his shirts.

Mark curses rather loudly, hips stuttering and hands squeezing tightly at where he’s holding Donghyuck. Said boy whines, the sound garbled and closer to a cry, jaw still latched onto Mark’s neck. The older boy’s movements halt.

“Baby,” another whine from Donghyuck, “you have to– let go.” Mark hisses, voice trying for gentle, but he can’t keep the edge out of his voice because damn, it’s starting to hurt a little.

Is Donghyuck like this with everyone? Not that he’s really complaining, it’s honestly hot as hell, it’s just— idols can’t parade around with a huge ass bite mark on their neck. It’s the exact reason Mark had to leave bruises on the insides of Donghyuck’s thighs, where no one will see them.

And yet here’s Donghyuck leaving probably the darkest hickey he’s had his entire life.

He does let up, eventually, and he must realize what he’s done immediately because he’s lapping at the new bruise with his tongue, whimpered apologies spilling past his lips.

“Didn’t mean to,” Donghyuck mumbles, whiny, “felt so good.”

Mark really can't help the way his cock throbs and the other boy a hundred percent feels it, walls clenching and hips pushing down.

“It’s okay, I’ll– I’ll figure it out,” he ends up croaking out because it is not important right now. What’s important is the boy squirming underneath him that he’s currently got his cock buried in. “You don’t need to keep quiet, they’re hotter than–ngh, fuck–than you think, I promise.”

Donghyuck hesitates a moment before nodding, face turning to nose at Mark’s jaw. The older boy moves down a bit so he can slot their mouths together and Donghyuck presses up into him, needy.

Mark starts moving his hips again and Donghyuck mewls into his mouth, thighs tensing around his waist as the tip of Mark’s cock nudges at his prostate. He slips his tongue into the younger’s mouth at the same time he pulls out to the tip then slams into his prostate and this time Donghyuck lets his voice go free with a loud wrecked cry, slightly muddled by Mark’s tongue in his mouth.

He does it a few more times, tongue running over the roof of Donghyuck’s mouth, and every shaky moan, every broken whine, every desperate whimper, just spurs him on even more. His pace speeds up and Donghyuck can’t even reciprocate the kissing anymore, the pleasure making it hard for him to do much other than writhe and moan.

Mark lifts up, the arm around his shoulders too weak to keep him down as much as it tries, and Donghyuck whines, this sad sound that reminds him of a puppy. He hushes him gently, hand smoothing down the younger’s side, and when Donghyuck opens his eyes to look up at him all teary-eyed with his eyebrows tilted upward, he almost goes straight back down.

As much as he loves being close to Donghyuck, he’s still selfish, wanting to see what he’s doing to the other boy — plus, the position was getting a little difficult to maintain, his thrusts growing sloppy. And if Mark’s anything in bed it’s not sloppy.

He pushes one of Donghyuck’s thighs up and to the side, his knee nearly pressed into the mattress, and the other boy’s eyes fall shut again, a groan mixing in with all the pitchy, pretty sounds he’s been making. Mark’s thrusts speed up again.

“Look at you,” he rumbles, breathless, “you really are made– for this, aren’t you?” Donghyuck whines pathetically and his cock jumps, even more precum pooling on his stomach, the head an angry red now.

He lifts his arm up to cover his face again, but Mark sacrifices his hold on the other boy’s leg to grab at his wrist before he can. His other hand that’s still holding onto Donghyuck’s own slips down to grab his other wrist then he pulls both of his arms towards himself, holding them straight and effectively keeping them down, Donghyuck’s thighs spread on each side.

“Don’t hide from me, Donghyuckie,” he exhales, “be– good and let me s-see you.” He stutters, but who cares because his words make the younger whimper and throw his head back against the pillows.

Not only does this new position keep Donghyuck from covering his face again, it also becomes leverage for Mark to pull the younger onto his cock on every thrust, and the angle is still just right, hitting Donghyuck’s prostate each time. He just gets even noisier after that, loud whines and clipped ‘ahh’s that Mark’s sure the whole floor can hear, but he honestly can’t bring himself to care.

So what if the others hear? Let them listen. Let them know Donghyuck’s getting the best dicking down in his life, because Mark’s the only one who gets to see, the only one who gets to touch, the only one who gets to make Donghyuck feel so good he can barely speak.

Every thrust has Donghyuck’s cock bobbing where it rests on his stomach, precum smearing and some even trickles down his side. He thought it earlier, but god, he is so wet, leaking and getting the pillow beneath his hips damp like a girl. His awful horny brain supplies him with: a bisexual’s dream.

The thought exits his mind almost instantly, however, when Donghyuck clenches around him again, and Mark can't keep back his groan. He’s writhing beneath him–or as much as he can with Mark basically holding him in place–and the tears from before are back, threatening to spill over.

Sure, Donghyuck may cry easily in normal everyday situations, but this– Mark is fucking him so good he’s crying.

“Feel so– fucking good, fuck. Could fuck you– all the time— so pretty for me, so good.” Mark can tell he’s getting close by the way words start slipping from his mouth without going through his brain filter first.

“Ma–rk--” Donghyuck cries out, head tossing back and forth on the pillow and his mouth is open and wet, drool trickling out the sides. Tears fall freely from his eyes now, cheeks and nose becoming splotchy as he cries. “Gonna– I-I’m– hyung—”

Holy fucking hell, he is so hot, Mark’s gonna die.

The sound of his name nearly does it for him, but Mark’s never come before the person he’s with and he’s not about to break his streak now. It’s a bit hard to wane off his arousal with what’s–or rather who’s–in front of him, but with a mental run-through of all his other members’ faces he’s able to stave off coming for a little while longer.

“You gonna come on my cock? Like you– wanted?” There’s a slight growl in his voice–totally unintentional–and Donghyuck nods, desperate.

“W-Wanna-- please, Mark-h-hyung, ple–please, please, please,” he’s babbling now, hiccuping in-between his words, and how could Mark ever deny him?

“I’m not gonna stop you,” Mark’s grip around Donghyuck’s wrists tighten and he pulls him harder onto his cock on every thrust. “Can you come just like th-this? From just my cock– in you?”

“I— ah!” Donghyuck’s back arches, “I don’t kn-know–” he chokes out, whiny.

So he’s never come untouched before? Mark mentally tsks all of his lousy past partners.

“I think– I think you can,” he breathes, “what do you need, baby?”

“J-Just— talk.” Donghyuck sobs, hands balling into fists.

That’s easy enough, Mark’s already in his usual rambling phase before he comes.

“What do– you wanna hear? How perfect you feel around me? How fucking h-hot you are— how hot you sound?” Donghyuck’s already constantly whining, still noisy obviously, but his voice starts to crack more. “I’d have you on my– cock all day if I could, god, you’ve ruined– me. I bet you’d let me, too. S-So desperate for it that you’d take my cock whenever, fuck.” His own words are effecting him and that, coupled with how tightly Donghyuck’s clamping down around him, are getting him dangerously close to the edge.

It seems to be working, though, the younger’s cock now leaking profusely.

“Look how– wet you are, baby, so fucking pretty.” Mark finally voices his thoughts from earlier and Donghyuck responds beautifully, cock twitching again and voice breaking as he sobs. “You’re gonna m-make me come– soon, feel so fucking good.” His voice dips into a growl again and the younger boy clenches around him impossibly tight, back going taut as a bowstring. Then, he’s coming.

Donghyuck cries out, this loud, broken sound, and his cock jumps one last time as his orgasm hits him, handsfree. Mark continues to fuck him through it, the sight of Donghyuck’s cum shooting onto his belly and shirt and the tight suction of the other’s walls around him leaving him not far behind.

He’s almost frantic as he chases his own release, partially due to a fear of overstimulating the boy beneath him, and when Donghyuck whines out, “Mark-hyung,” he’s done for.

Mark groans out Donghyuck’s name as he comes, hips stuttering and head tilting back, and fuck, he’s never come so hard in his life. The younger whines at the feeling, hips squirming as Mark fills him up with his spend.

They’re both panting when Mark releases Donghyuck’s wrists and leans down, mouth lazy where he licks at the other boy’s throat. His hazy post-orgasm brain is begging him to suck a bruise into Donghyuck’s skin, mark his territory, but he has more self-control in the throes of pleasure, unlike someone.

Speaking of, that bite mark is gonna hurt like a bitch the next couple days…

…and so is Donghyuck’s ass, so he guesses they’re even.

The younger boy is still sniffling, hiccuped whimpers leaving him like he can’t help it. He sounds awfully cute, like a little puppy, and as much as Mark would love to bask in this moment and listen to Donghyuck’s little noises— they’ve got a mess to worry about first.

All of Donghyuck’s limbs weakly cling onto him as he pulls out, a hiss of his own pulling through his teeth at the feeling. With one last squeeze at his waist, Mark pushes himself back up, reluctantly ignoring the younger’s pitiful whine and attempt to keep him close, and his cock gives a sad little twitch when he sees his own cum dripping from Donghyuck’s spent hole.

Fuuuuuck.

That alone could be spank-bank material for months.

No wonder people ditch condoms; Mark’s never seen anything hotter. Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but still. If he wasn’t certain Donghyuck would kill him for it he’d take a picture, keep the view for himself tucked away in his camera roll. Maybe next time…

He has to physically shake his head to get back on track; cleanup.

Before he gets up, he eases the now-damp pillow out from under Donghyuck’s hips and drops it to the floor; they can deal with laundry later.

His legs feel a little like jello when he gets off the bed and he almost trips over some random article of clothing–which just so happened to be his own underwear that he ends up grabbing–on his way to the bathroom. Once there, he wets a washcloth he finds under the sink and quickly wipes himself down with it first before running it under the water again. When he comes back out with said washcloth–and back in his underwear–, Donghyuck’s in the same position he left him, but he seems to have settled down, breaths evening out and eyes lidded and tired as he watches Mark come back from the bathroom.

“How are you feeling?” Mark asks as he sits on the bed, gentle as he runs the washcloth over Donghyuck’s stomach and between his thighs.

“Good,” the younger boy mumbles, hips twitching when the washcloth soothes over his hole, “was better than I expected.”

Mark huffs out a laugh.

“What? Me?”

Donghyuck hums, then, “sex.”

…sex?

Wait–

Along with his movements, Mark’s whole world freezes. There’s no way…right?

“Was that– Was that your first time?”

The nice post-orgasmic haze shatters.

Donghyuck’s arms cross over his chest, suddenly wide awake and defensive, despite how bone-tired he must be. Fucking hell.

“Yeah, so what?” He huffs, legs starting to come together.

So what…so what?

Mark laughs, dumbfounded and humorless, and runs a hand through his hair.

He feels– stupid, god, he should’ve realized. The shyness, the resistance when he pushed in, the way Donghyuck clung onto him like he had never had a cock in him before. Fuck. Fuck.

Him avoiding Mark’s question earlier is starting to make a lot more sense now, too.

How could he have been so careless?

“Why– Why didn't you tell me?” He sounds desperate, lost, to his own ears and Donghyuck just furrows his brows, indignant.

“Why are you making this a big deal?” He grumbles and pushes himself up into a sitting position, scooting back to the headboard.

“Making this a big deal–" Mark echoes in disbelief, “Donghyuck-ah, I could’ve hurt you--”

“But you didn’t,” the younger boy turns his head to the side, away from Mark. “Why does it matter, anyway?” Donghyuck’s starting to get irritated now, knees coming up to his chest, and he cringes a little at the feeling of cum trickling out of his hole.

“Have you– Have you ever even been with someone before?”

That makes Donghyuck roll his eyes.

“Yes, I’m not a total loser, jeez.”

Mark honestly can't believe it. Donghyuck has always been somewhat of a romantic, preferring and even crying over romance movies; so for something as significant as his virginity— Mark had always assumed that would also fit into his high standards of romance.

“Shouldn’t your first time be something more special? More– romantic? Not some,” he gestures vaguely in the air, “rough fuck in the middle of the night.” Donghyuck frowns at that, upset.

“Why do you even care?” He snaps and Mark’s eyebrows raise. “You got to fuck me, didn’t you?” The older boy’s jaw drops.

Seriously?

“That’s— Is that what you think this is?” Donghyuck doesn’t answer, face still turned away from him. “You think all I want from you is– your body?”

The younger boy scoffs and Mark feels like there’s a hand around his heart, seconds away from crushing the organ in his chest.

“What else would you want?”

Oh, Donghyuck.

Mark surges forward, both hands cupping Donghyuck’s cheeks, and he gently forces his head to face him. The other boy’s eyes stay averted, though, refusing to make eye contact.

“Baby,” the pet name before, made Donghyuck blush and squirm, but now– he scowls, his own hands coming up to wrap around Mark’s wrists to try and tug them off to no avail. “Look at me, please.”

It takes a few moments of Mark running his thumbs over the apples of Donghyuck’s cheeks before the younger is looking up at him, eyes burning and brows still furrowed.

“You have to know you mean more to me than sex,” Mark says now that they’re making eye contact, finally, “right?”

Donghyuck’s eyes drop again, but with a mumbled desperate, “baby,” from Mark, he brings his gaze back up.

“Well– yeah,” Mark frowns, unconvinced, “I mean we’re best friends, of course I know, but—” Donghyuck pauses, shrugs, “you don’t like me– like that, what else am I supposed to think?”

And he sounds so certain, too, like he’s come to terms with it and can no longer even entertain the idea of Mark ever possibly feeling the same way.

The hand around Mark’s heart squeezes.

“Donghyuck-ah, how long have you been telling yourself I don’t?”

Because he knows Donghyuck, knows that he comes to conclusions like these on his own and sticks with them, too stubborn to allow any positives to change his mind.

Donghyuck clicks his tongue and tugs at his wrists again, eyes averting once more.

“I don’t have to tell myself anything, you made it super clear you didn’t appreciate any of my advances.”

Now it’s Mark’s turn to furrow his brows.

“What are you talking about? I really had no idea– I thought tonight was you confirming you felt the same way I do.” Mark watches–and feels–a flush start to spread over Donghyuck’s face, his hands tight where he continues to tug at the older boy’s wrists. “I wasn’t lying earlier about the kissing thing. I only wanted this because it was you.”

The younger boy squeezes his eyes shut and Mark finally lets up, allowing Donghyuck to pull his hands off his face. He lowers his head and shakes it, fingers still curled around Mark’s wrists.

“You don’t believe me?” Mark asks, moving closer to the other boy on the bed. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it more obvious, I was too scared to mess up our friendship.”

Donghyuck’s shaking his head some more, shoulders raising as he starts to curl into himself. It’s almost like this has completely turned his world upside down, so sure of Mark’s intentions that anything else is too much to handle. Then he’s sniffling, one of his hands coming up to roughly wipe at his eyes.

“Fuck,” Donghyuck whimpers, both palms now pressed over his eyes. He’s definitely still sensitive from their previous activities, both physically and emotionally, and Mark feels a little useless as Donghyuck starts to cry over less sexy reasons.

A crying Donghyuck isn’t uncommon in the slightest. What is uncommon is a crying Donghyuck who’s seriously struggling with his emotions and feelings, that side of him hidden away so as to not worry others. It’s– different, almost alarming, and Mark kinda wants to cry with him—for him.

Mark ends up pulling Donghyuck into his arms, one hand cradling his skull while the other wraps around his waist. The angle is a bit awkward, but it seems to do the trick, what with the way Donghyuck melts into him with a shaky exhale.

“I need you to know I would never lie to you about something like this.” He turns his head to press a kiss into the younger’s hair.

“But you’d lie to someone else?” Donghyuck jokes, voice scratchy and muffled. Mark pinches at his side, making the other boy jump.

“No, I wouldn’t lie about this stuff ever,” he sighs, “and I really am sorry for any time I’ve made you feel like I would.”

The younger boy seems to have calmed himself down quite easily (something that has alarms blaring in Mark’s head, but there’s nothing he can really do about that right now) and with one last sniffle, he pulls back from where he had been resting against Mark’s collarbone. His hands fall to lay in his lap between them and when he raises his eyes, Mark feels that hand around his heart again.

He looks so pitiful, lost, but what he says next is laced with humor, an instantly identifiable defense mechanism.

“So you’re telling me I’ve spent years pining over the world’s biggest idiot just to find out he’s been too scared to tell me he feels the same? Ah, seriously, I cannot catch a break.” Donghyuck whines, exasperated, head tipping back as he pinches at the bridge of his nose.

It definitely goes way deeper than that, but– at least now Donghyuck’s recovered from the initial disbelief—or at least, seems to be.

“Y’know, I could say the exact same thing about you,” Mark teases, but he’s serious.

They both spent so long dancing around their feelings for one another, convincing themselves reciprocation was simply not possible. Now, with it all out in the open, Mark can’t help but feel a bit silly. This could’ve been resolved so long ago if one of them had just grown a pair and admitted their feelings.

Guess that’s another thing to add to their short list of similarities; coward.

Donghyuck’s head tips back down and he avoids eye contact again as he leans back in, forehead landing near the bite mark he so judiciously left behind. He’s gone quiet again, though, his facade crumbling faster than Mark had anticipated, and his arm around the younger’s waist tightens.

“And you–” Donghyuck swallows, “you mean it?” His voice is small, nervous, and Mark wants to smack himself for not trying hard enough to show Donghyuck how he felt.

“Yes, I mean it,” he pulls the other boy closer, nearly onto his lap. “I have feelings for you, romantic ones, and I wanna be with you, seriously.” His face and ears burn from the outright admission, but it’s what Donghyuck needs to hear. No more pussyfooting around what’s been haunting them both for years.

With a nod, Donghyuck wraps his arms around Mark, finally; one around his shoulders, the other around his upper back, fingers on both hands digging into the older boy’s skin.

“Me too,” he mumbles, then, face warm where it’s buried into Mark’s neck.

Affection washes over him so abruptly and so intensely he barely catches himself before he ends up tackling Donghyuck against the headboard. Instead he flops back on the mattress, dragging the younger boy on top of him. Donghyuck yelps, limbs scrambling in response to the sudden shift in gravity, but Mark’s arms around him keep him in place atop the older’s chest. He rubs his face into the other boy’s neck and it makes Donghyuck laugh (which is a nice contrast from before), his upper body trying to squirm away from the feeling.

“Mark–” he whines with a small giggle, “stop, that feels weird—”

“I know,” Mark smiles against his neck, “you do it all the time.”

Donghyuck huffs, but at least he’s feeling somewhat better already.

“Well, it’s cute when I do it. I don’t slobber and get germs all over you like a dog.”

Mark gasps in feign offense and pinches at the soft skin of Donghyuck’s waist beneath his shirt, making the younger flinch with an exaggerated drawn out, “ow! ”

“I am not slobbering and getting germs all over you!” Donghyuck laughs at the way Mark makes himself sound genuinely exasperated. “Why don’t we ask the hyungs about your self-proclaimed cuteness, then?”

“Not gonna happen. To be happy is to remain oblivious and I intend to stay that way as long as possible.”

“Aren’t you basically calling yourself dumb?” Mark teases and now it’s Donghyuck who’s gasping.

“No!” Donghyuck whines, almost childishly, like Mark just doesn’t get it, and pushes himself up a little with his hands on Mark’s shoulders once the older boy relaxes his hold around him. “Be nicer to me.” He pouts and Mark pushes up to kiss it off his lips–just ‘cause he can now–and it makes a pretty blush spread over his cheeks.

“You’re the one who’s mean to me,” Mark squeezes at Donghyuck’s hip. “Change up your attitude and I’ll follow along.”

Donghyuck squints at him like he’s considering it, then a smile pulls at his lips.

“That’d be too weird, I’m too used to bullying you.”

Mark sighs and rolls his eyes— affectionately, of course.

“Exactly, so why should I be nicer to you?”

Donghyuck’s smile grows into a grin and Mark can’t help the way his own smile starts to form.

“‘Cause you like me. You even said it yourself!” His voice lowers to an octave that is not in Mark’s speaking range as a way to mock him, ”I have romantic feelings for you and–-"

“Hey!” Mark protests, face and ears burning at the teasing, and Donghyuck giggles as Mark rolls them over. It’s only then that he realizes the other boy still has no underwear on, Donghyuck hissing when Mark’s leg slips between his being the reminder. “Shit, sorry—”

“Gross,” Donghyuck whines suddenly, nose scrunching and hips shifting uncomfortably. “I can feel your–” he hesitates, shy, and Mark nearly coos, “your cum leaking– that’s so gross.”

“Well, I would’ve helped clean you up more, but you kinda dropped a bomb on me, I got sidetracked.” Mark remarks, sort of matter-of-factly, and Donghyuck just groans, annoyed.

“Am I gonna have to buy condoms? That’s so awkward,” he complains, hands coming up to cover his face. “I don’t know if this is worth it, I feel nasty.”

Mark can’t control the way he feels a bit bummed; going without a condom felt so good, he doesn’t wanna give that up…but Donghyuck’s comfort comes first, so– if he says wear a condom, Mark is for sure gonna wear one, albeit sadly. But—

“Can– Can I come in you just one more time?” Donghyuck peeks at Mark through his fingers and his eyebrows raise like the older boy just said something outlandish. “I wanted to, uhm, take a picture--”

Then Donghyuck’s hands are on Mark’s face, shoving at his cheeks as he shrieks.

“No way!” His face twists into something akin to horror. “Oh my god, that’s– why?”

Mark flushes, feeling a little ridiculous now. He manages to get one of Donghyuck’s hands off his face and he laces their fingers together.

“I– Well, first of all, you and I find different things hot, so--”

“Hot?” Donghyuck barks out an incredulous laugh. “How is that hot?”

“That’s what I’m trying to explain!” Mark’s the one being whiny now, all the teasing getting to him. “It’s just like— I don’t know, like I left my mark on you or something. Plus, your ass is hot so anything related to it is gonna be hot to me.” That makes Donghyuck blush, but he hums like he agrees with him. Mark rolls his eyes. This guy…

“And–” Mark continues, but pauses, unsure. “Can I say something kinda sexual?”

Donghyuck’s jaw drops and he stares for a moment before he’s smiling open-mouthed with a few short disbelieving laughs.

“Did you just ask if you can dirty talk?” Oh, god. “You are so embarrassing!” He whines, hands covering his face again, like he can’t handle just the sight of Mark right now.

“I’m embarrassing you?” Mark retorts in disbelief, face absolutely burning.

“That’s how you know it’s bad!” Donghyuck bemoans, dramatic. “Just say it, please, this is too much.”

It’s honestly a little funny and sorta comforting how easy it is with Donghyuck. How, even though both of them are half naked and they literally just fucked, they can still slip into their usual banter, like this is just another casual hang out. It’s nice. Really nice.

And oh, god, here come the I love him thoughts…

He can’t verbalize those just yet, their– whatever this is now, too new and fresh for such a serious topic, but when that day comes…Donghyuck’s never gonna be able to get him to stop talking about it.

Right now, though— Mark’s a little peeved. That naturally comes with endless teasing, but it’s Donghyuck so he has to retaliate somehow.

Said retaliation starts with him leaning down close to the younger’s ear.

Donghyuck wants to hear it? Oh, he’ll hear it alright.

“Isn’t it like a reminder?” He starts, voice low. “I’m done fucking you, but you can still feel me inside you, can’t you?” Donghyuck’s breath hitches, thighs squeezing around Mark’s knee where it’s still between his legs. “You know, I’ve heard that some people will wear a plug; keep the cum inside so they’re wet and ready to get fucked again later.”

The younger boy has started to tremble beneath him, hips twitching like he wants more, but won’t let himself. Mark’s not even sure if Donghyuck could handle more–especially after his first time–but that’s not what he’s trying to set up. There’s nothing to set up, it’s just some more totally normal teasing, obviously.

“Would you do that, Donghyuckie? Keep yourself ready for me whenever I want you?”

Donghyuck whines on his next exhale, hands still covering his face.

“So unfair,” he whimpers. Mark grins.

Good to know he has something to easily take the upper hand now.

He raises up to sit back on his heels and gets a quick glance at Donghyuck’s now hardening cock before the younger is shooting a hand down to pull his shirt over himself.

“So simple,” Mark shoots back, now smug.

Donghyuck huffs and peeks through the fingers of his hand still over his face.

“One simple movement and my knee connects with your balls.”

Mark’s hands raise in surrender.

“Sorry,” he says, not sorry at all and still grinning. 

The younger boy rolls his eyes then he’s reaching forward with the hand that was on his face, fingers curling around Mark’s wrist and tugging, a silent request for him to come back down. Seems like he’s forgotten about his cum problem, or maybe Mark’s words have convinced him it’s not too bad. That’s a step in the right direction at least…

Mark goes without complaint, resting on his right elbow and shifting so both of his legs are between Donghyuck’s, only a little nervous that he’ll actually knee him in the balls at one wrong move.

He stops just a few inches above the other boy’s face and his heart flutters a little at the way Donghyuck brings a hand up to run his fingers through his hair, gentle. Mark leans into the touch before closing the gap between them, lips slotting easily against Donghyuck’s.

This is more like how Mark imagined their first kiss would go; slow, sweet, more romantic– it’s honestly still a wonder to him that Donghyuck feels the same way for him, like it still hasn’t fully set in yet. He’s sure the younger is also still processing it, if the way he was so certain Mark could never reciprocate says anything.

Mark wants to erase all that doubt from Donghyuck’s mind, show him enough love until he stops believing it’s impossible for Mark to want him in the way he yearns for; show him the longing Mark’s had to hold back until now.

He sighs when Donghyuck’s tongue slides over his bottom lip, instantly allowing the younger to slip into his mouth. Mark’s free hand drifts downwards, fingers squeezing at Donghyuck’s waist which ends up making him giggle.

“What?” Mark mumbles against his lips, corners of his mouth ticking up into a smile.

“You keep doing that,” Donghyuck mumbles back, amused, his own hand releasing his shirt to squeeze Mark’s waist to show what he’s talking about. The feeling makes Mark let out a giggle of his own, ticklish, and his lips trail to press a kiss to the younger’s cheek.

“Yeah, well,” he squeezes Donghyuck’s waist again and tugs him upward, making his back arch, “it’s because you fit so perfectly in my hands. I can't help it, you’re addictive.” That makes Donghyuck huff out a laugh, but Mark can feel the way his cheeks heat up beneath his lips.

He moves down to Donghyuck’s neck and presses kisses to the soft skin there, the other boy’s arms circling around his shoulders.

“We’re polar opposites, but it’s like you were made for me or something,” Mark mumbles into his skin, teeth dragging down the column of the younger’s throat just to feel him squirm. “In the same way it’s like I was made for you; we complete each other.” Donghyuck’s head turns, nose burying in the older’s hair.

“You’re so cheesy,” he complains, but his arms tighten around Mark’s shoulders and the flush on his cheeks spread to his neck, warm— he so obviously likes it.

“You’ve shown me so much love over the years I’m just returning the favor,” Mark’s kisses move to Donghyuck’s adam’s apple and the younger tilts his head back and to the side to give him more room. “Wish I could leave more marks on you. Maybe I should just do it anyway, since you so kindly gave me one impossible to hide.”

“Sorry,” Donghyuck laughs softly, fingers on one hand now playing with Mark’s hair. “You can, I– I want it. Plus, it’s only fair…” Mark chuckles softly.

“The stylists are gonna kill us,” he jokes–it’s true, though–then moves close to Donghyuck’s ear. “Where are you most sensitive?” His voice dips into a rumble and the other boy shivers beneath him. Donghyuck swallows.

“Below my ears, I think,” the older boy hums in response and Donghyuck continues to clarify, “I always get goosebumps anytime I get my hair done and they get close to my ears.”

“Useful information,” Mark smiles against him, “thanks.” Donghyuck scoffs and lightly smacks Mark’s upper back, probably about to complain again, but before he can, Mark gently blows at the shell of his ear. His breath hitches and he tenses below him. “You’re so cute,” Mark coos, voice low.

Then he’s dipping down to where Donghyuck said, tongue flat against the skin before he starts sucking, forgoing build-up because it’s not like Donghyuck did any. Said boy’s breath shakes out of him, back arching off the bed.

“Y-Yeah,” Donghyuck breathes out in confirmation then swallows, “that’s a good spot…”

Mark hums and absently wonders if after this, when they’re ready to go to sleep, whether Donghyuck will start complaining about the cum still inside him again or not.

There’s one way to make him forget about it…or at least make him too tired to care.

It wasn’t his initial plan to do more, but– it might be the best option.

He sucks a bit harsher and Donghyuck whimpers, the fingers in Mark’s hair tugging gently. His free hand slides up from the younger’s waist to his chest and his thumb rubs at Donghyuck’s nipple through his shirt. He gasps and jerks beneath him, one hand coming down to close around Mark’s wrist.

It’s endearing how Donghyuck seems to constantly need to hold on to him–or whatever’s close–when he feels good, like doing so helps ground him.

God, he’s seriously so cute.

Mark’s thumb continues to rub circles at his chest, occasionally flicking upward just to feel the nub harden under his touch. Donghyuck arches up into him, hips starting to squirm as he gets noisy again; a mix of harsh breaths through his nose and attempted swallowed-down whines.

“Hyung—” he chokes out, “I’m getting--”

“Do you think you can come again?” Mark cuts him off, disconnecting his mouth from the younger’s neck for just a moment to ask.

“I-I’ve never—” he gasps again when Mark’s teeth sink into his skin over the bruise he’s been working on, “I’ve never come more– than o-once.”

Well, that’s gotta change, Mark thinks.

His hand moves away from Donghyuck’s chest and the boy sighs, body relaxing as the constant stimulations cease, and he keeps his hand around Mark’s wrist as it travels downward. Mark wraps his fingers around the younger’s almost fully hard cock and Donghyuck’s hips buck up immediately; so sensitive.

“I’ve got you, baby, just let go for me.” He mumbles against Donghyuck’s ear once he’s satisfied with the hickey he’s left behind.

Mark starts up a steady rhythm, grip tightening on every downstroke, and Donghyuck cannot keep quiet as much as he tries, nor can he stay still. Every stroke pulls a broken moan from his throat, hips alternating between thrusting up into Mark’s hand and trying to squirm away when it starts to be too much. His head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open as he’s brought closer to the edge with every stroke.

He’s fully hard now, leaking onto Mark’s hand and making the slide so much smoother. The older boy leaves kisses along Donghyuck’s jaw, occasionally nipping at the sharp bone just to hear those added whimpers the feeling pulls from the boy beneath him.

His pace quickens and Donghyuck’s grip on his wrist tightens, but doesn’t pull him off just like every other time. He’s so reactive, body still worn out and sensitive from earlier, and Mark has to use all the will-power he can muster to not get hard as a rock in his underwear again.

As expected, Donghyuck gets close much faster than before, fingers digging into Mark’s shoulder and hips starting to stutter up into the older boy’s hand.

Mark keeps his strokes consistent, that is until Donghyuck whines out, “I-I’m gonna– come—” then he’s removing his hand completely. The younger boy lets out a near despaired cry, hips now bucking up into nothing.

It’s a bit mean, all things considered, but truly, a little bit of edging never hurt anybody. Plus, doing so means he gets to hear Donghyuck beg again, apparently.

“Ma–rk-hyung,” he hiccups, both arms back around Mark’s shoulders, head tilting back down to bury his face into the older boy’s neck. “Wanna come, p-please, please, y-you said I could– hyung—”

“Shh, shh, I know,” Mark soothes, pressing a kiss to the side of Donghyuck’s head, “just a little bit longer, I got you.” Then he’s wrapping an arm around the younger’s waist and hoisting him up, legs crossing beneath himself as he pulls Donghyuck onto his lap.

The blatant manhandling makes Donghyuck whimper out a curse, short nails scratching at Mark’s back. His knees are on either side of the older boy’s hips and he’s perched on Mark’s thighs, arms still clinging around his shoulders like a koala. Mark gets a hand back between them and wraps his fingers around Donghyuck’s cock again, grip loose, but it still makes the younger whine and buck up into his hand.

“You did so good earlier,” Mark praises against Donghyuck’s ear. “Your first time, but you took it so well.” The younger boy whimpers, Mark’s voice and words still being so effective. “The whole time I kept wondering who got you first, who got to feel how good you are before me— I actually got kinda jealous,” he huffs out a laugh and starts up a slow, lazy rhythm with his hand. Donghyuck arches into him, more whines tumbling past his lips. “But I got you first, didn’t I?” Then, just to fuel his own ego: “Were you saving yourself for me, Donghyuckie?” He honestly doesn’t even expect an answer–and if he did get one he assumes it’d be a, ‘no’–but the other boy actually nods into his neck, and Mark swears he sees God.

Holy fuck.

That’s– wow.

Let him get this straight— Donghyuck was sure Mark didn’t feel the same way–romantically at least–but he still waited until he was with Mark to have sex.

Mark doesn’t know if that’s sad or hot or a mix of both.

“Fuck, I’ll give it to you anytime you want, you’ve got me now.” His grip around the younger boy tightens but his strokes remain slow. It seems to be enough, though, as Donghyuck starts to roll his hips into his hand almost desperately.

The position and the movements reminds Mark of riding, and the image of Donghyuck sat on his cock chasing release goes straight south, his own cock starting to fill out. God dammit, he should’ve known there was no way he could keep himself calm, cool, and collected in this situation. He’s got Lee Donghyuck whining and squirming on his lap and he seriously thought he wouldn’t pitch a tent in his underwear? Yeah, right.

He’s curious if he could still slip right in if he just pulled his cock out…

His other hand trails down to Donghyuck’s ass, fingers squeezing at the soft, supple, bare flesh for the first time ever and fuck, Mark is absolutely gone for this boy. He inches down to Donghyuck’s hole and his middle finger slips in oh, so easily.

Still so wet…

He must’ve said that out loud because next thing he knows Donghyuck’s coming with a wrecked cry, whole body going taut then shuddering as his cock spurts between them. His cum gets all over Mark’s hand and some of it gets on his own shirt and the older boy’s stomach. Mark had just cleaned them both up, too…

…that’s his own fault, though, honestly.

Donghyuck slumps against him after, body occasionally twitching as the aftershocks run their course through him, and his arms hang loosely around Mark’s shoulders now, heavy breaths hot on the older’s skin. Mark eases his hands off and out of him, moving his cleaner hand to gently rub at Donghyuck’s hip under his shirt.

The younger boy will probably kill him for it in the morning, but he wipes the cum off his hand onto Donghyuck’s shirt— what? It already has cum on it, no need to dirty the boy’s sheets more than they already have.

His growing erection gets completely forgotten as his brain goes into aftercare mode, Donghyuck needing it even more now than before.

“I know that was a lot, but you did so well. Already always so good for me,” he kisses the side of his head and Donghyuck whines softly. “How are you feeling?” It’s a repeat question from earlier, but still necessary.

“Good,” and it’s the same answer from before, but this time it’s slurred, Donghyuck barely conscious now. “Tired,” he then adds, face rubbing where it’s buried into Mark’s neck. The feeling makes Mark smile.

“Good,” he echoes, both hands now rubbing at the younger’s sides. “Can I take your shirt off? It’s all dirty now.” Which is Mark’s fault, but Donghyuck’s too fucked out to care or even notice. He hums his assent, reluctantly peeling himself away from Mark’s upper body.

His eyes are closed, lips parted as he breathes, still in the process of calming down, and his arms fall to his sides, hands resting on his own thighs.

Here’s another scene Mark wishes he could take a photo of. Maybe he could talk Donghyuck into letting him snap a few pics in the future; it’s not like the boy is camera shy, just– sex shy. He’ll get used to it eventually.

Mark gently pulls the younger’s shirt over his head and uses it to wipe the cum that had gotten on his stomach, then tosses it somewhere on the floor, hopefully close to their haphazard pile of clothes.

Seeing Donghyuck completely bare like this—coming down from a second orgasm, cheeks and chest flushed, still spread on his lap—Mark could seriously die. God, where’s his phone when he needs it?

Then the younger boy’s eyes are opening, heavy lidded and tired, but so fucking hot.

Mark’s hands find themselves back around Donghyuck’s waist, fingers squeezing at the flesh like he apparently has done a noticeable amount of times.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, voice almost a whisper.

Donghyuck pouts a little, brows furrowing, but doesn’t say anything, too tired to huff and puff about whether or not he disagrees. Instead, he leans forward until he’s resting against Mark again, chin hooked over his shoulder.

The skin to skin contact is different now. They’re both kind of sweaty–which is normal after sex–but finally feeling Donghyuck’s bare chest against his— it’s really nice. Warm as hell, but nice.

“Wanna sleep, but the light’s still on,” the younger boy grumbles, one arm wrapping around the shoulder he’s not currently occupying and the other moving slightly up so he can wrap a hand around one of Mark’s wrists; again.

“You’ve kinda got me immobilized here,” Mark laughs and Donghyuck whines–a little irritated–when the sound shakes his shoulders.

“You’re strong,” is Donghyuck’s counterpoint.

Does he seriously want Mark to carry him across the room just to turn a single lamp off?

…

Mark hooks both hands under Donghyuck’s thighs and awkwardly shifts onto his knees, the younger boy instantly getting the memo to wrap all four limbs around him.

“Can’t you just lay down and wait for me on the bed?” He grouses, getting off the mattress on the side where there isn’t a danger zone of clothes; one misstep and it’s over.

“No,” there’s no explanation after that, just plain and simple. Mark sighs, but he can’t deny the weight of Donghyuck in his arms is nice, satisfying almost.

He makes it to the lamp with only a few hiccups; that of which being Donghyuck’s lips on his neck, tongue warm where he lazily mouths at the skin.

Forget the clothes on the floor, Donghyuck himself is a hazard.

With the lamp off, the room goes dark, almost pitch black except for some moonlight peeking through the blinds and the various small lights from the collection of electronics in the room.

From the times he’s been in here, he’s able to slowly navigate his way back to Donghyuck’s bed, his eyes only deciding to adjust to the darkness once he’s lowering the younger boy onto the bed. That would've been helpful earlier, the only reason he didn’t slam his toe into Johnny’s bed frame being from how careful he was walking. But alas, that does not matter.

Donghyuck’s legs unwrap from around him, but he keeps his arms in place, dragging the older boy down with him. Mark rolls them over before he fully settles into the mattress on his back, Donghyuck’s arm and leg slung over him. The younger boy seems to fully relax then, breaths already starting to even out as the exhaustion hits him again.

And Mark feels– happy.

Just utterly satisfied with his current situation.

He’s got the boy he loves cuddled up next to him, he just had the best sex he’s ever had with said boy he loves, and he’s fairly certain that boy loves him, too. He really can’t think of anything better right now.

His hand smooths down Donghyuck’s back, the skin soft and addicting–just like everything else about him–and he’s hit with that curiosity from earlier.

Why didn’t Donghyuck take his shirt off?

It could very well just be another part of him being a virgin, the concept of being totally bare in such a vulnerable state too daunting, but then there’s that initial excuse he made.

’I have no ‘killing part’ up here, no point for it to be on display.’

That sounds suspiciously related to the way Donghyuck thought Mark only wanted sex from him. Mark frowns.

Did Donghyuck think Mark would find him less desirable that way?

His arm squeezes where it’s wrapped around the younger’s waist and the other boy scoots up some to nuzzle further into his neck.

“I think every part of you is gorgeous,” Mark ends up whispering into his hair, genuine, “you don’t need to feel insecure with me.”

He feels Donghyuck’s hand tighten where it’s curled around his bicep, but that’s all the reaction he gets. That’s fine, though, as long as he heard what Mark said he’s content.

“Goodnight, baby,” he mumbles, the comfort of laying down making his eyelids heavy and body so, so tired.

For the first time in a while, the exhaustion that puts Mark and Donghyuck to sleep isn’t from hours of non-stop scheduling, but instead from good sex, funnily enough.

Mark falls asleep with a small smile on his face, so happy.

(Mark won that bet the next morning, but Donghyuck didn't seem too upset about it.

"I win either way," he had said, eyes dark and voice low, and Mark spent the entire time Donghyuck's in the shower trying to force the image of the younger boy on his knees out of his head.

And later, the stylists do in fact nearly kill them.)