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Donghyuck drug his tongue from the bottom to the top, eyes fluttering closed as he reached the end. He readjusted and repeated the same lazy motion, and Mark felt himself go a little insane at the sight before him.
Summer in Seoul was hotter than most people anticipated, the drowning humidity lingering thick in the air made every outside space more closely related to a sauna than the great outdoors. Today was no exception. A record breaking heat-wave had been rolling through the city for the last week, and everyone was reaching their breaking point.
It was more than one breaking point in Mark’s case.
The beads of sweat drying on his brows was the least of his concern as he watched his boyfriend’s tongue lap at the ice cream push pop they had bought at the convenience store down the street on their way home from schedules. Hours of sweating in practice only to step outside to meet no relief had almost killed Mark, but he was quickly resuscitated when they got home and Donghyuck began to innocently indulge in his melting sweet.
Mark was splayed on their couch, legs dangling over the sides and eyes intently focused on Donghyuck who was propped against the kitchen counter, quickly licking at the rapidly melting push pop with droplets of the orange cream rolling down his chin, leaving sticky paths of sugar clinging around his lips and down his chin.
Maybe it was the heat getting to him, or maybe it was the sight of Donghyuck, but Mark could feel his brain frying with each passing second. As his boyfriend stood contently unaware of his accidental act of seduction, Mark couldn’t form one single coherent thought that wasn’t directly related to the growing need for Donghyuck to wrap his sugar coated lips around his dick instead. Fuck, he was so turned on he was jealous of icecream getting more tongue action than he was, and he needed to change that pathetic narrative immediately.
He said nothing as he continued watching Donghyuck finish, pushing the end of the carton upwards to get every remaining drop icecream from the bottom, tongue swirling hastily as he worked against the growing mess it created. Mark felt like he was going to pass out. There’s no way in hell his boyfriend could be so damn sexy when he wasn’t doing anything that warranted such a visceral reaction from the older. But Donghyuck’s tongue was enough.
Mark reached his limit as he watched Donghyuck lick one last stripe of sugar from the sides of the packaging. He could feel arousal brewing in his core from the desperate need to get off. It had been a long day, a frustrating day even, but topping it off with a reminder of Donghyuck’s tongue skills was the final straw.
As Donghyuck threw away his trash without a thought, Mark scrambled to his feet and into the kitchen. He rushed into the younger boy’s space and took his head in his hands, a surprised squeak slipped from Donghyuck before Mark muted him with his lips.
The initial resistance to Mark’s haste quickly dissipated as the older slips his tongue into the boy’s mouth, lapping at the remnants of sugar that coat the inside of his cheeks.
Their tongues brushed together in a sloppy mixture of lips and spit, and Mark groaned loudly into Donghyuck’s mouth. Hyuck’s hands clutch at the hem of Mark’s shirt in attempts to ground himself from the sudden intrusion of arousal that he accepts without question.
Mark pants as he removes his lips quickly enough to move from the younger’s mouth to chin as he licks at the sticky trail of icecream stuck on Donghyuck’s skin.
“That push-pop really did it for you, didn’t it?” Donghyuck grins against Mark’s ear.
“You knew what you were doing didn’t you?” Mark nips at a patch of skin on Donghyuck’s neck.
Hyuck hisses. “Of course I did. And it worked.”
Mark plants both his hands on Donghyuck’s shoulders. “It’s my turn to be in your mouth, get on your knees.”
Hyuck’s satisfied laugh churns heat in Mark’s stomach, he knew his boyfriend was a tease, but it never failed to work wonders on him when he least expected it. And even more so, his obedience was astounding.
Donghyuck crouches against the lower cabinets as he makes himself eye level with the growing imprint of Mark’s cock against his shorts. He needs no direction as he tugs the older’s clothing down just enough to free his member and give himself enough access.
Mark moans at his swift compliance, and his cock twitches as he feels Donghyuck’s breath brush against the skin of his member.
The younger wastes no time connecting his lips to the head of Mark’s cock, beginning to suck the tip loudly, one of his free hands grabbing the base in support.
“Fuckk.” Mark’s fingers thread into Hyuck’s hair as he peers down at the boy on his knees. “Just like that.”
Donghyuck continues, head bobbing naturally around Mark’s length as he slowly takes more and more into his mouth before his hand isn’t needed at all to cover the expanse of the older’s cock. Soon, he’s working his mouth around the entire length, with the tip of Mark’s cock brushing consistently against the back of his throat.
Mark stands groaning, his own head thrown back at the feeling of Donghyuck’s warm, wet mouth enveloping him. “God Hyuck, you’re so fucking good, fuck.”
Donghyuck breathes steadily through his nose, tongue swirling around Mark’s girth, cheeks hollowing at all the right times and lips dragging seamlessly across his length.
Mark tightens his grip in the younger’s hair and experimentally thrusts his hips slightly forward. Donghyuck tenses at the interruption in pace, and Mark moans at the sensation of Hyuck gagging on his cock.
“Ughh, my god.” Mark groans, letting Donghyuck catch his breath before doing it again. He feels Hyuck steady himself by placing his hands on Mark’s shins. “Is that okay, babe?” He checks, overwhelmed with pleasure but not entirely insensitive to his boyfriend's comfort.
Donghyuck nods with a mouthful of cock.
Mark smiles, and lets Hyuck find his rhythm again. He can hear the wetness building from the pooling saliva that collects in Donghyuck’s mouth, and he uses his finger to tip Hyuck’s chin upward at him, still obediently sucking him off.
“Don’t swallow anything, and pull away.” Mark directs, and Donghyuck listens. Mark goes weak in the knees as Hyuck slowly drags his lips off his cock, and spit spills from his mouth at the separation.
Being the tease that he is, Donghyuck parts his mouth a little extra, and lets more strings of saliva fall from his lips, sending Mark spiraling at the provocative nature of his action.
“Goddamn.” Mark mutters. “Come here.”
Donghyuck stands and Mark instantly reconnects their lips, lapping up the remaining spit in Hyuck’s mouth. He tugs at the hem of the younger’s shirt, and pulls it up over his head. Donghyuck sighs as the cool air hits his skin.
Mark trails his lips down the boys body, from his jaw, to his shoulders, down his chest and to his stomach. He takes the waistband of Donghyuck’s pants and pulls them down in one motion, revealing the boy’s hardened member. Mark kneels between the boy’s legs, nudging them slightly apart to situate himself in between.
He leans closer, and he cranes his neck upward to lap at Donghyuck’s hole, whose white fisted knuckles are gripping at the edge of the counter he leans back onto for balance. Mark slings one of his legs over his shoulder to grant him more access, taking his shorts and boxers off in one clean motion as he does, leaving Donghyuck naked with one leg on the ground and the other propped over Mark as he whimpers and whines to the feeling of being ate out.
“Mark-hyunggg-” He draws, chest panting with pleasure as his hole puckers at the wetness of the older’s tongue swirling and nudging at his entrance. His knees begin to quiver, his arousal bringing a wave of weakness coursing through him as he submits himself to Mark to do as he pleases, trusting to be taken care of.
Mark’s nose brushes on the soft cushion of Donghyuck’s perineum, and he feels the younger buckle briefly, before tightening his grip around the cold stone slab of granite.
“Fuckkk Mark, please. Please.” He repeats, peering downward to see his boyfriend kneeling on the kitchen floor buried between his legs.
Mark breathlessly pulls away and gently guides Donghyuck’s leg back to the ground before standing to meet his gaze, eyes saturated with lust. His hands trail up the boy’s body, darting behind to grab at his ass momentarily before he places each hand on the side of Donghyuck’s face. “Couch, now.” He orders, licking away remnants of his own spit that had collected as he worked open Hyuck’s hole with his tongue. Donghyuck obeys, peeling himself from the counter and walking towards the couch, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder as he ensures Mark is following him.
Before he can ask which position he should be in, Mark comes swiftly behind him, grabbing his hips and pulling him backward into his own erection straining in his jeans. The force of the grab causes Donghyuck’s upper half to fall forward onto the arm of the couch, ass in the air as his cheek hits the pillow laid on the cushion. He lets out a surprised gasp at the quickness of it all, but doesn’t protest.
“You know what you do to me Donghyuck-ah?” Mark questions rhetorically as his fingers come up to nestle their way against the boy’s wet hole. He curiously presses his thumb against the rim, eliciting a groan from the younger who lay pliantly across the edge of the couch. He continues prodding at Donghyuck’s entrance until he slips his index finger in up to the middle knuckle, and Hyuck’s body seizes forward at the contact. His hardened cock brushes against the fabric and only draws more moans from him.
“More, Mark-hyung, please.” His voice is muffled against the pillow.
Mark crooks his finger, and jabs at the boy's prostate. “What was that?” He asks fully knowing the answer.
Donghyuck mutters pathetically, incoherent.
Mark’s free hand runs up Hyuck’s back and finds purchase in the hair at the nape of his neck. He tugs roughly, pulling his head backward and off the cushions. Donghyuck’s spine arches to ease the sting, his lips parted with need and drool leaking from the sides of his mouth. He looks utterly glorious in Mark’s eyes.
“I said, what was that?” Mark’s finger continues thrusting in and out of Donghyuck.
Donghyuck stutters silently at first, consumed with pleasure. “M-more.” He finally repeats.
Mark smiles to himself. “That’s my good boy, such a good boy for using your words, baby.” He adds a second finger and quickens the pace he has set as he works his boyfriend open. He lets go of his hair, and lets him fall forward into the couch again, relishing the image of Donghyuck submitting to him so readily.
“You ready for my cock?” Mark taunts, coaxing Donghyuck to incoherency with his fingertips.
The younger can only nod wordlessly as a line of drool continues to seep from the corner of his lip, staining the pillow dark with spit.
Mark removes his fingers without pressing Donghyuck for an audible answer, and swiftly pulls his dick from the waistband of his boxers and shorts, leaving the clothing on with enough room to use his cock. He’s too caught up on the need to fuck Donghyuck within the next five seconds that the idea of removing his clothing completely feels like it would take too much time, time he doesn’t have to waste.
He purses his lips as he lines himself up with Donghyuck entrance before pushing in without warning. Donghyuck’s whines grow in volume as he feels the girth of Mark’s cock stretching him open, and his fingers fist into the pillow his head rests on.
“O-oh my g-god.” He hiccups, looking back at Mark who has a rough grip on his hips as he pushes in. Donghyuck’s hair sticks to his face from old and new sweat that had collected on his forehead, and the messy imagery almost finishes Mark before he's even begun.
Mark bottoms out and readjusts his stance. He pulls his cock almost completely out of Donghyuck before he snaps his hips against the younger’s ass, plunging into his welcoming hole.
Hyuck cries out, the sudden roughness sending shockwaves through his system. His body bounces forward and back as Mark fuck into him, eyes flickering between watching his cock move in and out of Donghyuck, and at Donghyuck’s pleasure coated face.
“Fuck, you take me so good.” Mark grits through his teeth, fucking senselessly into the boy bent over the couch. “This hole was made for my cock, hm?”
“Y-yes-” Donghyuck whimpers unsteadily, words being punched out of him by the hammering of the member plunging into him.
“Look at you.” Mark sneers. “Bent over for my cock, taking me from behind like the pretty little slut you are, huh?”
Donghyuck’s body jolts at the insult, heat spreading across his skin. He knows Mark doesn’t mean it in any way beyond dirty talk, and it fuels him.
“You do so good on my cock, baby.” Mark adds, his hands now helping guide Donghyuck back and forth on his member. “You’re my good boy.”
The younger tenses as a strangled cry breaks from his lips at the compliment, his orgasm rapidly approaching.
Mark takes his reaction as encouragement, and angles as hips to force his cock against Donghyuck’s prostate. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
“F-fuck, Mark, please, please I wanna come.” Donghyuck chokes out against the growing pool of saliva that’s accumulated on the pillow he rests on.
“Come for me then, princess.” Mark coos, his own hips stuttering as his high builds in his abdomen.
He feels as Donghyuck clenches around him, and watches his body heave with erratic breaths, eyes pinching shut as he lets his orgasm wash over him. Mark releases one of his hips and shimmies his hand in between Hyuck’s body and the couch. He takes Donghyuck’s cock in his hand, pumping lazily to coax him further as hot cum spills into his palm while Donghyuck weakly humps into the fabric, chasing every last ounce of pleasure.
“Oh fuck.” Mark growls, vision blurring at the sight of Donghyuck rutting against the couch. “Gonna come, fuck Donghyuck, I’m gonna come.” He says in warning before he’s spilling deep inside the boy’s ass. Mark bites his lip as his own whimpers slip from him, continuing to drag his cock in and out of Hyuck’s stretched and squelching hole.
He groans pitifully, orgasm weakening him. Donghyuck lets himself be used, catching his breath as Mark finishes dumping his load in him, tummy feeling hot and full of his hyung’s come.
Mark doesn’t pull out until he feels himself begin to soften, and a string of his own seed follows his cock out before the rest begins to leak from the boy. Mark mindlessly uses his finger to push it all back in, and Donghyuck whines tiredly. Completely fucked out.
“I’ll be right back baby.” Mark pats Donghyuck’s still exposed ass gently. “I’m gonna get you cleaned up.” He reassures as he tucks his spent cock back into his clothes and pads away down the hall to grab a warm cloth from the bathroom. When he returns, Donghyuck hasn’t moved. Still waiting patiently to be cleaned and cared for, knowing it was coming.
Mark’s knees crack his squats next to the couch by Donghyuck’s face. “You doing okay my love?” He runs the damp cloth across the younger’s forehead, cleaning the salty sweat from his brow.
“Mhm.” Donghyuck pouts, leaning into his touch.
Mark leans to plant a gentle kiss where the cloth had cleaned. “You did good, baby, so good.” He stands, and reaches gently to wipe his cum that leaks from the younger’s hole, before helping Donghyuck stand upright. He dabs the cloth lightly across Hyuck’s stomach where cum had slipped through his hands and dried to, and then gently guides Donghyuck to lay on the couch, his energy depleted.
Mark wipes his own hands before discarding the cloth to the floor and kneeling beside Donghyuck, one hand taking the younger’s hand, and the other cupping the plush area of Hyuck’s tummy.
“You think we put a baby in there this time?” Mark wiggles his brows teasingly.
Donghyuck turns his head lazily to meet Mark with fond, sleepily eyes. “You know that’s not how it works, hyung.” He smiles, eyelids fluttering.
“It’s sexy as fuck though.” Mark contests, palm massaging tender circles atop his stomach.
“I’m not going for round two.” Hyuck answers with a smile, catching the hint in Mark’s comments, eyes slipping fully closed.
Mark lets out a breathy laugh and presses a kiss to Donghyuck’s temple. “I love you, Donghyuckie.”
A smile forms across the younger’s slips. “And you know I love you.”