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Donghyuck can't stop looking at Mark. His older brother stares at him through the glass with his fist closed, tense, still. It makes the blond moan louder, feeling the stranger's hands gripping Donghyuck’s waist as he thrusts inside his hole.
How did I end up like this? Donghyuck thinks. The crowd cheers, his back slips against the glass box. How did I end up willingly being fucked open in a glass box by a stranger?
Donghyuck catches Mark's tongue sliding on his bottom lip, a shiny trace of spit that leaves Donghyuck wanting to kiss him until he's out of breath. It's subtle, Mark Lee would never admit how much he wants Donghyuck, his little brother, spread on his cock, even if the desire is there. Donghyuck knows because he's seen how Mark holds himself when Donghyuck walks in only with a towel on. Seen how Mark wants to sculpt his hands into Donghyuck’s hips, pressing so bad that Donghyuck would know who he belongs to.
And that's why he's doing this. For Mark. Only for Mark, always for him. He wants his older brother to admit it, and what is Donghyuck supposed to do, instead of forcing him to confront his feelings? Mark would never tell him, being the church golden boy that can't make a wrong step. It's not his fault that he puts too much pressure on himself, but it's Donghyuck’s duty to teach him how to let go. It's how they work, magnetic love-hate blade, always cutting each other razor dark crimson so they could mold each other to be better. Mark would complain, reject him, push him away and still be trapped around Donghyuck’s finger, at the end of the day. He loves Donghyuck that much and it was a rope against his neck, this string of fate.
Mark is too easy. Jaw locked, eyes dark, predatory rut like he wants to kill Donghyuck and to rip apart whoever is touching his baby brother. The blond smirks, devilish, liking Mark's lack of composure. His cock drips precum with the sight of Mark strutting, so angry like he isn't even aware of how fast he's coming, until he's knocking on the box frame.
Donghyuck's heart jumps. He has all of Mark's attention, wholly focused on him. It's almost religious, how powerful Donghyuck feels when those eyes burn with anger, jealousy, lust for him. All for him. Mark is mine, is all he thinks about.
Without a hint of mercy, Donghyuck asks the stranger to stop fucking him and open the glass box. The stranger groans, but does as he is told. Donghyuck doesn't care if the guy didn't get to cum at all or about the crowd booing them. When the guy gets off of Haechan, the younger's hole is stuffed with lube, gaping around nothing. The liquid drips from his rim to his inner thighs, down to Donghyuck’s calves. He's a mess, a completely fucked up one. His hair is sticking with sweat, eyeliner completely smudged, skin red with embarrassment and heat. Mark Lee wants to eat him alive.
The black haired one enters the box and in seconds, he's grabbing Donghyuck’s wrist hard.
“Mark…” Donghyuck tries, voice rough.
Mark is so close to his face that he can see the vein on his neck bulging, his skin is gleaming with sweat. There's some drops in his clavicules, exposed by the collar of the shirt he's wearing. He wants to lick the sweat, make Mark moan until his anger seeps, touch him under his boxers and see if he's sweaty there too…
“Not a word.” Mark says through gritted teeth. “What the fuck were you thinking, dude?” He looks away, barely standing to maintain eye contact with Donghyuck. The smaller one follows the sharpness of Mark's jawline, the shape of his nose, his profile. Mark tightens his fingers on Donghyuck’s pulse.
“Look at me,” Donghyuck whispers, orders. His Mark obeys, tip of his nose brushing Donghyuck’s. “Can't stand when you're not looking…” He confesses absently, almost mumbling. His hand reaches for Mark's neck but before he can make actual contact, Mark forces his hand down again.
“You did it on purpose. I know you did, you were enjoying yourself too much there, all over him. Why?”
Donghyuck arches his eyebrows, laughs in disbelief. Of course Mark thought he was enjoying sex with the man rather than Mark's stare on him. “Am I not allowed to have sex before marriage? Are you some kind of puritane?” He pushes.
“Fuck off, Donghyuck.” Mark sharpens, an inch closer to his brother. “That wasn't– You called me here to–”
“I'm soaked wet, it's uncomfortable,” The blond one smiles sweetly as he puts his hand above Mark's mouth, shushing him. Donghyuck flutters his eyelashes as he looks at Mark up and down. “Hyung, clean me up. I deserve it, I'm so sore.”
“And whose fault is that?” Muffled by his hand.
“I don't keep names of the people I've fucked, Melk.”
Donghyuck pouts and Mark melts, sighing. There was no point in trying to get answers from him, anyway. Mark clicks his tongue, annoyed, but decides to take the blanket he finds from the pile of the floor, there specifically for this type of aftercare. The older one throws it around Donghyuck’s naked body, the fabric covering him up enough. Folds his clothes to do something with his hands, to look somewhere else that's not his brother like some disgusting pervert.
He blushes at the thought of being evil to Hyuck like that, some kind of cheap porn category, bending him over the kitchen corner to fuck him before their parents get home. Stop–
Mark lowers his back so Donghyuck can embrace his neck, Donghyuck's beautiful legs circle around Mark's hips and he holds them there tightly, his younger brother's warmth hugging his body like a second skin. Donghyuck hums close to his ear, melodic satisfaction. Mark tingles for all the wrong reasons.
At his heart, he was just glad that Donghyuck wasn't drugged or forced into this. He would kill anyone that touched his brother without consent. But that also was deeply confusing. If Donghyuck wanted this – gasping on another man's cock, forcing Mark to voyeur – why would he? Sure, the blond one was a menace when he wanted to be, but even this sounds unusual. Donghyuck used to call Mark to pick him up from clubs, too drunk to go home by himself, needing someone to stay with him as he threw up, cuddle him, baby him until he gets better. That was okay (if Mark ignored his boner everytime he patted Donghyuck’s back while he puked, not knowing why the sight of having Donghyuck so vulnerable and trusting made his cock hard as fuck), but this was different:
Donghyuck holding onto glass walls as his tanned thighs trembled. Pure bliss on his angelic doll eyes, hole pumped and used in front of a crowd, sin personified. Gaze on Mark, always begging for his attention as if this was a fucking game, a joke, mouthing hyung unapologetically raw, fucked, aroused. It was too much. It was not enough. Mark wanted to break Donghyuck on his cock way before this, but now he knows how his little brother clenches around dick, taking it so well. He prayed so many times for this to go away, knees on the floor and hands clasped together, same hands that beg for the Lord to purify him, save him from temptation, those hands that beat him off, desperately trying not to cum but going faster, fractured whining until he imagines Donghyuck asking him to stop, because he can't.
Then, he takes Donghyuck to his car, laying the seat so the blond could get more comfortable. The blond opens his legs slowly, suddenly shy when Mark puts himself between them to clean them better. Donghyuck's cheeks are prickling with color as Mark wipes his legs, starting from the curve of his calf.
“But, seriously, Hyuck, tell me–” Mark sighs, furrowing his eyebrows. “I just don't get it? I know you want something. You would never pull this out of nowhere. I don't know what, though.”
Donghyuck kicks him lightly, just to ease the restless tension going inside him. He thinks he's going insane and Mark is making it worse, or maybe he's only like this because he is around. Unable to find a way out – they are set to collide anyway, so who is Donghyuck to avoid it? –, he sighs.
“I love you.”
Donghyuck waits. Silence fills the place. He looks at the ceiling, blinking once, twice. Knowing Mark won't talk but wanting him to do so because he couldn't handle this torment of feelings on his own. Anxiety chews him up.
“You can't get out of this with flattery and cuddles, man–”
Donghyuck's eyes burn with tears. Fuck him. Fuck this. He grips Mark's hair and pulls his head up, strength unmeasured by humiliation.
Takes a good look at Mark, his Mark, knowing how his face is all broken. He can't deal with playful rejection right now. This isn't a joke, Donghyuck wants to scream. Mark's eyes widen, stopping his movements at the realization.
“No, Mark. I love you.” Donghyuck repeats firmer and this time, sits on his elbows to look at Mark. Bravery collides with his muscles and before he can stop himself, he covers Mark's mouth with his hand so he won't do something stupid – something worse – than… “I love you like this–” He closes his eyes, leans forward and feels his lips touching the back of his own hand, right where Mark's mouth lingers on the inside of his palm, breath stuttering. Donghyuck pulls back.
Mark is quiet as he watches Donghyuck, all the puzzles fitting inside his head. It's a heavy silence, one that wounds Donghyuck and that looks way too soft even if it's messing with his head. Mark's hands tremble when they rest above Donghyuck’s knees, his pretty expression filled with unknown surprise. He remembers Donghyuck insisting for a kiss on the cheek, mellow and caramel-like as he pouts for Mark to oblige, him sticking his hands to Mark's tummy, palm soft. Everything in Donghyuck is clinging to Mark – Donghyuck’s blood is his own, his voice sounds like Mark's sometimes – and there's nothing in Mark that doesn't already belong to Donghyuck. He made sure of that, always by his side.
So, honestly, Donghyuck planning for Mark to watch as he gets railed, his broken moans as he knows Mark is there, his older brother… Should he have expected it?
“Oh,” Mark clears his throat. “You wanted to make me jealous.”
“Woah, you're a genius, Mark Lee,” Donghyuck can't help mocking.
Mark gulps at the mean tone, knowing how cruel Donghyuck can be when he's scared, and moves. Caressing Donghyuck’s honey thighs, filling his hand with the meat and muscle and fat, squeezing it so hard that Donghyuck gasps, so close to Mark's mouth, confused. The blond’s cock fills slowly and Mark peeks at it, curiosity and lust all trapped in one motion. His calloused hands are shaking. Donghyuck thinks about all the times he watched Mark playing guitar, hurt and lean fingers on the cords. How he jerked himself off, one slippery hand on his cock and the other fingering himself deep at Mark's slightest touch. Spilling cum at the mere sight of Mark's hairy armpits, his musky smell after dancing, sink and repeat until Donghyuck was a sobbing whore, muffling his cries with Mark's dirty shirt stuffing his mouth. He was a piece of shit and Mark was so good to him.
“S-Stop…” Donghyuck stings.
He grips the seat, but finding no comfort in fake leather, his hands claw Mark's shoulders instead. There's no way he can keep himself nice and calm for Mark's sake when he is putting so much pressure in such a sensitive place. Donghyuck wants to slap Mark for being so irresponsible, but thinking about his face red with the brand of Donghyuck’s palm fucks him up more. Wants to thank him for touching him, and deny him and spit on his face. He's angry at himself for wanting this – shame clotting on his blood, ripping to be alive and open – and so desperate for Mark that he can do nothing but breathe in. He's weak on the knees for him. Then the dark haired one touches his balls, dragging his open palm to Donghyuck’s shaft and closing his hand around it and Donghyuck is gone, body in the shape of longing.
“Show me again, how much you l-love me.” Mark whispers, mesmerized.
Donghyuck bites his lip and complies, hand going for Mark's mouth. Mark's teeth probe into Donghyuck’s fingers immediately, pain pulsing on his bones until Mark is satisfied with the taste of Donghyuck’s skin. Donghyuck brings the same bitten fingers to Mark's chin, gently rasping on his facial hair a bit. He brings him close, nudging him to open his mouth so they can kiss properly, but Mark resists it, grips tightly to Donghyuck’s hips as if trying to push him away on instinct. Donghyuck almost laughs at himself. The blond one presses his lips in a pout. A sweet, chaste kiss.
“I love you, Minhyung,” Hands caressing his nape as if Mark is the younger one between them. “Don't you want to kiss me?”
“Donghyuck-ah…” Mark rests their foreheads together, his cock strains against his boxers.
Donghyuck feels Mark's hands on his cock moving quickly, taking his breath away. He moans, closing his eyes. Mark's fingers are tight around him, his cock twitching on them. His own hands slip to the hem of Mark's shirt, taking it off as he trails kisses on his clavicules, licking the sweat there. Salt on his tongue, Mark's voice vibrates against Donghyuck’s mouth and Donghyuck feels so impossibly close to Mark, crawling inside his flesh, can't stop now that he has Mark's passive resistance.
“We shouldn't do this,” Mark whispers, but his sentence breaks into little moans as Donghyuck goes lower, licking his nipples. “Ah, Donghyuckie…” He takes a fist of hair, the golden messy locks secured on Mark's hand as he slowly loses it, jerking Donghyuck off.
“Even if I know we shouldn't…” Donghyuck blows a bit of air around his nipples. “You're so beautiful, hyung, so sensitive. Do you really think I can stop, now that I have you?” Donghyuck coats him with spit, playing with Mark's brown nub with his teeth. He could do this for hours. Edging Mark until he's a stupid blubbering mess, train him to fuck Donghyuck rough and wet each time it feels too much, cock ready for Donghyuck to ride anytime. Mark responds by going faster on Donghyuck’s cock, punishing pace, almost as if he wanted to erase the guilt. Donghyuck throws his head back, fucked. “Do you have lube?”
“Under the seat,” Mark rasps between deep breaths.
Donghyuck tries not to think of who Mark could be fucking inside his car. Jealousy is nauseating, but he tries to focus on Mark sitting here, with him. He takes the lube, opens the cap, kisses Mark's forehead. The younger one nips at Mark's bottom lip, teasing it with his tongue. Wetting and sucking his bottom lip slowly, decadent, siren calling. Donghyuck places his front teeth in it and bites, sinking into the soft flesh and Mark clamps his thighs together, cock stiff. Donghyuck praises him and Mark gasps, mouth open, perfect and prettiest. Tongue lolling, Donghyuck captures it with his own and spins the tip, making the slide easy.
They both groan as Donghyuck straddles Mark. The younger one's dick splatters on Mark's abs, the tip dark brownish and red, soaked in sweat and precum, shaft long, balls with the same brown, against Mark's solid muscles. Donghyuck lays his head on his brother's shoulder, overwhelmed, rubbing his sensitive cock almost in a slap against Mark's skin, so hard he would accept anything for Mark to touch him. Nasty sound of his hand and his cock trapped on Mark's body and the image is too obscene, shooting the older one's skin with white hot precum. Donghyuck shouldn't do this, can't do this, Mark neither. He opens his legs to give Mark more access and his older brother circles the tip of his cock, imitating a ring around it, suffocating it. Donghyuck cries out, veins bursting, heat seeping.
“F-Fuck…” Donghyuck kisses his neck. “I'm so wet, Minhyung, I can't wait anymore.”
Mark places Donghyuck above his knees as he takes off his pants and underwear, balls tight and cock begging. He sucks on Donghyuck’s tongue until he's dizzy, lack of air burning his lungs as the younger one tries so hard to kiss back and fumbling, trying to fingerfuck himself. He keeps stumbling for a while and Mark laughs meanly, enjoying how Hyuck’s face wets with shame and humiliation. Depraved, perverted freak for needing to ruin Donghyuck in every way that he could, getting off on his messy tears.
“Forgot how to take fingers, baby?” Mark coons. “You're so funny, Hyuck-ah. I'm so sure you were taking cock perfectly just a while ago. Did I imagine it?” His tone is so casual, same one he would use while asking for Donghyuck to sing for him or for them watch a movie together. That lazy, familiar, sugary voice with words so mean as if Donghyuck didn't love him since forever.
“Mark!” Donghyuck cries, hiding his face on Mark's neck. Wanting to pull away, hurt by the words and yet, so aroused it makes his cock spill fat drops against his will on Mark's hand. He did it for Mark, like everything else. Didn't enjoy the little show cause all he ever wanted was Mark and that scares him, knowing he would do anything to make Mark want him. So he lets Mark stomp him down like this, voice soft and syrupy.
“Am I lying? I thought you liked it so much,” Mark kisses his ears, hot red. “You were moaning like a bitch in his ear, all curled up. Do you think I didn't see that?”
“I didn't like it, hyung–”
“You didn't?” Mark smiles, so sweetly, big black pit eyes staring at Donghyuck like he wants to swallow him. “Didn't like being a cum dump? A gross whore.” Donghyuck drools at the words, panting. Shakes hard with his head.
“I'm not a wh-ore…”
“You're right, baby.” Mark kisses his neck, hot all over. “You're not a whore, you're my doll. Got broken cause people don't know how to use you, you're not made for them,” He whispers, hand lowering to his throat like a leash. “You're shaped to be fucked only by your older brother's cock, isn't it?”
“Yes!”
The blond nods frantically, swaying his hips, impatient and wanting. Mark nails his hands on his round hips, fat and bone under his mean pushing as he drags Donghyuck to his crotch.
“You're the prettiest doll, baby. Can you finger yourself for me? I want to watch how you do it.”
Donghyuck shrieks, lubing two fingers and raising his hips as much as he could with Mark's dead grip on them. He couldn't get away from Mark, couldn't escape him. Bends his wrist hard, the slow drag around his walls intensified by the awareness of Mark's cock right under him.
“A-Ah, Ah, Minhyung!”
Donghyuck feels bruised inside, even with the excessive lube. Bites his lip, twitching, pain and pleasure whitens his vision and he twists his fingers deeper. Mark kisses his forehead, kind big brother as he grips his own cock and gives it a rough pull, taking the shiny lube that was dripping from Donghyuck’s ass to force his palm down on his shaft.
“You're doing so good, Hyuck,” Mark whispers, pushing his hips up so his cock weighs on Donghyuck’s rim. The blond bounces on his fingers harder, face contorting. “Can you take two more for me, please? I don't want to hurt you.”
Donghyuck wants to complain. It's hurting me now, the wet snap of his fingers echoing loud. Mark's cock is hot against his entrance and he can't think much beyond wanting to have all of that inside him. He adds a third and fourth finger, grinding on his aching hand. This time, Mark grips his wrist and quickly shoves the fingers back inside, moving Donghyuck like a puppet.
The blond one is taken aback by the sudden intrusion, but his muscles soften and obey the rhythm Mark settles as soon as it starts. Made for it, feeling as Mark speeds up, slows down, making Donghyuck feel his own insides, wet and warm. He imagines how Mark's cock will fill him up, taking all space inside until he busts, until it is too much. He doesn't think it will ever be enough. Donghyuck could listen to his heartbeat and still want to open his chest, split through his thoracic bones and take his heart in his hands. Loves him madly, viciously.
“Ma-Mark hyung,” His voice is hoarse. “I'm ready, please…”
“I'm not sure if–”
“Just the tip,” Donghyuck utters, almost in a sob, body pleading. Mark feels like baring his teeth. “I swear I will tell you if it hurts…” He smiles in a sweat, broken, desperate. He wouldn't tell Mark because he likes it when it hurts, or would tell him so Mark could get off on it, not to stop him. Donghyuck has a feeling Mark knows this, how he longs for Mark's starving mouth to swallow pieces of him, because Mark chases Donghyuck’s lips with his canines, biting. The blond caresses his brother's cheeks. “I'm loose, I will be good, you just have to put it in a little bit, then you take it out, it won't hurt, I can take it, feel me up,” He insists, and before Mark can protest with his blazing flashing eyes, some terrible halo of desire and restriction, Donghyuck brings Mark's finger to join his, inside his hole.
“God,” Mark sniffs Donghyuck’s neck, the blond feels the dampness of his eyelashes. “You're fucking insane, really…”
Mark can't help it. He sinks his digit in, hot breath on Donghyuck’s neck as the younger boy clenches on purpose, squeezing Mark's finger. Kisses Donghyuck deeply, hands on his nape. Slides out his other finger, drenched, and guides his cock to Donghyuck’s entrance.
“Just want you.” Donghyuck says, honest.
“Begging for your big brother's dick, you're so fucked up.”
Donghyuck nods. “I am, hyung.” Feels the way Mark's cock twitches inside him, agreeing, tears streaming down his face as he feels Mark's tip pressing inside. “Move, hyung, please,” Donghyuck sucks Mark's neck. “Fuck me, fuck me…”
Mark uses both hands to push Donghyuck to the seat, making him lay down as the dark haired one sits between his legs. Donghyuck is spread open as Mark's hands roam his brother's hip bones until settling on his waist. Toes curling, he pistons his hips inside Donghyuck, gritting his teeth as the younger boy's heat engulfs the tip of his cock, needy and hungry for Mark.
Donghyuck flushes, almost zoning out. His body feels burned all the way through, liquid fire, the pressure of the head of his cock straining against him.
“Are you okay?” Mark kisses his tears gently.
Donghyuck feels at the verge of sobbing. Going crazy, cock neglected and hard, hole not even half full, yet Mark thrusts shallower, rapid and short, fucking cruel.
There's one part of Minhyung that really wants sex with him to be like this:
Donghyuck made Mark to his image, even if he was younger, even if Mark tried not to bend to his will. It's his fault that Mark became this rotting thing, morals so fucked that he's defiling his younger brother exactly as the blond planned. Minhyung wants the rough violation. To not give what Donghyuck wants so Mark can pretend he has some control over this, grasping into his last shreds of sanity. Denying him is a fundamental part of Mark's being, stubbornness-sharp so he won't lose himself.
The other part of him is Lee Donghyuck.
The younger one bites his lip, calling Mark in a gesture. Mark leans like he's being pulled by a leash, throat squeezed into Donghyuck’s hold, whole soul tied to him. His forced soulmate, his subject, the one that controls him. Donghyuck needs Mark to love him so he can live with the ugliness inside himself. He cultivated it inside Mark, too – his own parasitical contortions, wishing he could make a home in Mark's insides, warm and safe and his –
“Fuck you, Mark,” Donghyuck whispers against his mouth. Mark beams, a shiny and big smile on his face as if he just gained a treasure.
“You're so needy, it's really cute,” His smile wins a glint of danger.
Donghyuck barely registers the words before Mark is pulling out his cock. Donghyuck kicks him to get back, crying, whining, voice high-pitched and wrecked. Mark doesn't care, manhandling him so he is on his back. Face to the seat, ass up, only has time to stutter a breath when Mark bullies his cock all the way inside.
Donghyuck cries out, a muffled plea as Mark pushes his nape to the seat, cutting his breath for a few seconds. “Mphm!–”
“You're too tight, baby,” Mark laughs, condescending. “Knew it wouldn't fit.”
Donghyuck turns his head to breathe, body limp, overstimulation pounding steady. Mark is sick, overthrown by Donghyuck’s little whimpers, the curves of his body, how beautiful he looks under him, sticky with sweat. Honeyed and glowing. He puts him on all fours, eyes so star-tricken by his sun, glittery, watching as Donghyuck's knees almost give up with the force Mark pushes inside him, thrashing him up. Hands climb to the younger one's legs until they reach the dip of his waist, fingers digging there.
Grinds his cock, soaking wet, hard and merciless, their bodies slapping against each other with a loud thump each time. It is so dirty, so fucked up, no take-backs, Mark is fucking his little brother and the guilt doesn't stop him from leaning, whole torso covering Donghyuck’s back, stitching their skin together as it was meant to be, kissing Hyuck's back moles, licking him. He bites the tip of Donghyuck’s ears and feels the blond one closing his thighs together, tightening on Mark's dick. Splitting the same rot.
“Make it fit, just–” Donghyuck cries when Mark puts pressure on his prostate, pulsing, cock aching. “Keep going.”
Mark crushes Donghyuck's slutty hole, panting, humping against his baby brother's ass like an animal, out of his mind, thrusting as far as he could. Donghyuck clutches, brutalized yet wanting more, taking what he can get from Mark, greedy and hungry. It is what he wants, to have Mark so deep he can't breathe, can't take one step without remembering how good his older brother's cock destroys him. The blond is drooling, seat damp under his mouth, fucked into a puddle of spit and cum and lube, so full he feels Mark rubbing on his belly, slipping a hand to his tummy to test if he could feel Mark from the outside too, keep it as proof. Pads looking for the spot Mark is ramming, over and over, thighs giving up and a long, scrapping moan rasping out of his throat as Donghyuck furrows his eyebrows, pressing where Mark fucks him.
“Hyuck,” Mark mumbles on his neck, the name rolling off his tongue like he just saw God, reverently and devoted. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah?” Donghyuck whispers, pushing his hips back so he can fuck himself on Mark's cock along with his thrusts. “I can feel you on my womb, hyung, it's driving me crazy–”
Mark ruts him and Donghyuck screams, wails, taking him deeper as he sinks his nails on the seat. The thought of Mark knocking him up, shooting so much cum it would get Donghyuck pregnant by his own brother, organs rearranging to fit this miserable love inside him, growing with something that belongs fully to him and Mark, has him gasping for air, punching out of his lungs.
“Would you get me pregnant, hyung? Fuck me so hard that no one could deny you're the father,” Mark bites Donghyuck’s shoulder, teeth breaking into the slight curve of his skin.
The older one muffles a groan, licking the bite with fervor as he pounds him.
“I'm going to give it to you until you're dripping, baby,” He kisses him. “Keep fucking you everyday until it takes, Donghyuck… ”
Desperation clings to Mark's movements, hips stuttering, cock painfully hard shoving inside Donghyuck’s velvety insides. Kissing the blond because he isn't allowed to, all these years trying to extinguish the desire only to end up colliding against him with full force, bottoming him out. His hands slide to Donghyuck’s cock, so sensitive that the head, red and veiny, twitches when he touches it. Donghyuck drops his face to the seat, a moan throttling him as Mark thumbs his slit, pressing and rubbing until the younger one is writhing.
“You're gonna break me, hyung…”
Donghyuck closes his fist, trembling at the sheer ruination of being in love with Mark, the enormity of his madness, the holiness of it, gasping pretty pleases, diamond tears, face blushing. He feels so high, love-drunk and homesick, getting what he wants wrecks him because he isn't supposed to have this, but Mark is holding him with his arms, supporting him as he always did, so Donghyuck gives up. Eyes scrunching, his cum spills all over Mark's hand, sticky hot between his fingers as Donghyuck’s orgasm hits him, gutting him boneless, gushing. Silent sedation, each part of his body overwhelmed and shivering.
Minhyung’s pace slows down and he whimpers, feeling Donghyuck’s hole pulling him in.
“Hyuck, come here,”
“Hm?” Donghyuck hums cutely, slobbering. Mark laughs, quietly, kissing his nape and helping Donghyuck to move to his front. Very carefully, the blond turns up so he can face Mark.
His older brother is so beautiful. Truly, Donghyuck could look at him forever and never get tired. His pretty brown eyes, doe gaze, big and sparkling. His smile, tiny teeth and deep dimples. His jaw, his button nose. Donghyuck wants him so much it's painful.
“Wanted to see you,” Mark rubs his face on Donghyuck’s. The blond one smiles, caressing his nape.
“Sappy,” Rolls his eyes, pretending that it annoys him.
Donghyuck presses a kiss in Mark's mouth, tongue licking just enough to make Mark chase him with his own. He's still deep inside Donghyuck, fucking him tender as he raises his fingers, covered in the younger one's cum, to his mouth. Mark laps at it, tongue lavishly cleaning it up while looking at Donghyuck’s eyes, in love. He sniffs Donghyuck’s scent, firm hands meeting Donghyuck’s thighs as he keeps them open, still going slow but harder. Donghyuck claws at Mark's back, a whine leaving his lips.
Mark slides his hands to Donghyuck’s waist, keeping him there, close and pliant. Cock going in and out, warming him from his toes to his fingertips. Donghyuck answers by hugging Mark, touching their foreheads together as he feels Mark so deep and slow inside him, inch by inch, hitting his prostate steady, pulsing. Donghyuck can feel the veins of his cock on his walls, how Mark feels so hard, swelling, lube on his ass and Donghyuck’s own cum dripping from his cock to stain the seat. Donghyuck is a bit entranced by the sensations, taking Mark's hand. The older one lets him, simply allowing Donghyuck to put them whenever he wants to. So easy, like never before. There's no rejection, no sting as Donghyuck curls Mark's fingers around his own throat, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
“Are you sure?” Mark asks, even if his fingers are too comfortable around Donghyuck’s naked throat, tipping the edge. Donghyuck nods.
Mark bites his own lip, cock twitching at the sight of Donghyuck upping his chin, throat exposed and pretty for Mark. His thumb presses on Donghyuck below the jawline, artery jumping at Mark's touch. It makes Donghyuck dizzy, feeling like Mark is touching his skin from the inside, directly to his vein. Mark presses it harder, slowly as he is fucking him, hands tight and Donghyuck can only look at him: Mark's dark eyes, falling into that pit harder, knowing about the malice in there – the need to have Donghyuck this close, body to body, breath cut off and fucked, life in his hands – but it doesn't scare him away. Even if he can't breathe, cock splattering, wet, even if reflexive tears fall, he couldn't want this in any other way. This is Mark, golden boy, having Donghyuck wrapped around his hands to do as he pleases and Donghyuck needs it, needs him to get closer, for this to hurt. He prays this will bruise, black dots tainting his vision.
“D-Donghyuck-ah…” Mark is whispering, moaning in his ear like a lifeline. His fingers flex on Donghyuck’s skin, tingling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Mark trembles as he fills Donghyuck’s hole with cum, pace stuttering, groaning in his ear. For all it matters, his hands gripping on Donghyuck’s throat untangle slowly as the orgasm shakes him, careful enough to not hurt him more. Donghyuck gasps loudly, desperately trying to breathe, the stickiness of warm cum dripping down his hole. He wishes it would stay inside, feeling almost empty again as Mark slides out.
Donghyuck can't help the frenzy desperation that climbs his throat, terrified this will be the last time he will have Mark like this, tears immediately making his face red.
“Minhyung hyung…” Donghyuck embraces him and Mark holds him back, arms around the boy's torso.
“It's okay, it's okay,” Mark reassures, kissing him again and again until Donghyuck calms down a bit.
“I'm just afraid that–”
“I won't.” The older boy kisses Donghyuck’s cheek moles, one by one. “I'm not leaving you.”
Donghyuck nods, breathing hard. Mark drops his kisses to Donghyuck’s neck, sore and painful, to his chest, to his tummy. Opens his legs and watches his own cum on Donghyuck’s stretched hole. Pulling his thighs apart, Mark tongues the rim, licking Donghyuck’s mess. The soft tongue in such a bruised place has the blond rolling around, throwing his head back in defeat. The movements are carefully precise, Mark's pink tongue catching the cum as using it to sink deeper, fucking Donghyuck dirty and raw.
Donghyuck rubs his hole on Mark's face, shame and arousal melting into one another, beating him up until he can't make a sound that's not a slight resemblance of hyung. He couldn't get hard again – never tried –, but his cock was slowly filling up, agonizing pleasure shooting through Donghyuck’s body.
“Too much, too much, hyung, please–”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeah, it feels bruised,” Donghyuck sniffles.
“But can you take it?” Mark looks at him with his big brown eyes shining. Donghyuck feels like passing out. There it goes, that Mark's sharp edge again.
“I‐…” Donghyuck shakes his head, cock betraying him. “It feels good.”
“Yeah?” Mark licks him again and again, until Donghyuck is crying. “It feels good, doll? Do you want to cum? I'm just cleaning you up.”
Donghyuck spills cum over his own tummy, humiliating. His face burns, his body is sore and hurt, ears buzzing, head spinning, yet the only thing he's able to recognize is Mark. Always him, following his existence like a premeditated catastrophe.
Mark wastes no time, he's kissing Donghyuck hard, wanting too much to just make this boy crumble, shiny and ruined. All his, forever, knowing neither of them would be able to look at the mirror without seeing each other's reflection.
Donghyuck kisses him back, slow and lazy, tongue brushing Mark's with little effort. Mark is above him, they're chest to chest, and Donghyuck can feel, on his lungs, when Mark takes a breath. He tangles his fingers on Mark's black hair, massaging his scalp softly, and the older one closes his eyes with the touch, leaning on Donghyuck’s hand. He buries his head on Donghyuck’s shoulder, kissing his bones.
“I’m afraid that the love I have for you makes me a bad person,” Mark whispers, voice breaking. Donghyuck can't see his tears but knows he's crying. “I'm afraid God won't forgive me for this.”
“I love you more than God ever could.” Donghyuck whispers back, kissing Mark's temples, embracing him as much as he could. Wishing, not for the first time, that the lines that between his and Mark's body would dissolve. Going against physics, wanting so bad to be him. “Minhyung, Mark, don't ever lose that kind of love you have for me.”
“I can't, not even if I try, Donghyuck.”
“Do you want to? To try not to love me again, I mean.”
A breath, a stutter, calloused hands caressing his hair.
“No.”