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Mark goes over the questions in his head again, checking them repeatedly to ensure no mistakes were made. There were probably some that he made stupid mistakes on, an incorrect note here or a misidentified key there, but overall he thinks he did ok, or at least he hopes so.
Even if he tells himself that he did perfectly on his exams, he still can’t help the anxiety that crushes him with each day that grades aren't posted. He knows they won't come out anytime soon either — the last of his classmates finished their assessments a couple days ago and his final exam was yesterday. It usually takes a week or two to get their results, so there's no point in pacing around and worrying right now, but anxiety has no rhyme or reason.
Vibrations run through Mark's left thigh and he nearly jumps out of his skin. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his phone and immediately answers. The only person whose calls bypass do not disturb mode on his phone is Taeyong.
"Helloo~" Taeyong's sweet, bubbly voice chimes through the speaker of his phone and Mark feels his mood instantly lighten a bit.
"Hey Yongie," Mark smiles as he replies.
"Sooooo, since exam season is officially over I thought maybe you would like to come dance with me for a bit!" Taeyong says cheerily.
"Dude, you just finished exams and you want to dance more? You never get tired of it, do you?" Mark chuckles.
"Nope! Even the terrors of academic testing can't kill my love for dance," Taeyong laughs.
"Anyway, is that a yes or no? Please keep in mind if you say no, I will be at your apartment door dragging you out of bed to come dance anyways."
Taeyong's threat is just like the rest of him, soft, sweet, and one hundred percent genuine. Mark sighs dramatically.
"Ok, I'll go to the studio," Mark groans half-heartedly.
"No need! I'm almost at your apartment!" Taeyong chirps before hanging up.
Mark peeks out the window to see his utterly adorable boyfriend looking up at the building. Mark giggles and gets to work. He's pretty sure he sets a world record with how fast he gets changed and presentable. He grabs his keys, water bottle, and an energy bar, then heads out the door.
*
Taeyong leads him through the halls of the sports building for which he does not know the name of. He doesn't really need Taeyong to show him how to get to the dance studio, but he will not complain about the prettiest boy in the world holding his hand.
They go through the halls until Mark can see the studio but they don't stop at the obnoxious green door that they normally go in, instead Taeyong drags him further down the hall.
"Wait, isn't that the studio?" Mark asks.
"That's the general studio, I stole the code for the private studio a while ago so I've been going there to practice for exams since it’s only used on Tuesdays," Taeyong laughs.
Mark hums as they reach a similar set of green doors. Taeyong releases his hand to punch in the pin for the door and Mark's heart wilts a bit at the loss of contact.
Taeyong pushes the door open and flicks on the lights. The walls are a garish green and the floor is made of some weird, springy grey material. But otherwise it's just like any old studio, complete with a shitty little speaker in the corner. Mark sets his things down next to the speaker as Taeyong hooks up his phone.
"Ready to go?" Taeyong asks.
"Yep."
*
It's not the first time that Mark and Taeyong have danced together, but Mark is sorely out of practice. With the absolute torture that his course load was this semester, taking on not one but two electro-acoustic studio classes on top of music theory, marketing, and digital culture studies, Mark had no time to dance.
Normally, it’s fine, but unfortunately for Mark, his boyfriend is a dance addict who is used to dancing with peers who are all at either the same or similar levels of athleticism, of which Mark is not.
They did what Taeyong calls a "dynamic warm-up", or if you're normal, a workout. Jumping jacks, burpees, high knees -- the whole shebang. And that was before even starting on the choreography that they were going to learn together.
He's laying on the floor, probably making a Mark-shaped sweat print on the floor. He feels like he's barely alive, the sheer exhaustion in his body from all the exercise making him feel as if he’s going to pass out if he has to move a single muscle. Mark takes a deep breath as he lays there, staring up at the ceiling, but unfortunately, his break doesn't last long before Taeyong is poking his head into Mark's view. Taeyong grabs his arm and pulls him up so that he's sitting up, Mark hunching over and groaning at being forced to move.
"You can relax after, we need to do cool-down exercises anyway, so that your muscles don't cramp," Taeyong smiles.
He allows Taeyong to drag him to a standing position, doing some simple stretches before they sit on the floor again. Taeyong moves to kneel behind Mark, who is bending forward into the space between his own legs.
"Straighten your back baby, I know you're tired but you need to stretch properly," Taeyong’s voice filters through his ears sofly.
Mark follows his instructions as Taeyong's hands, warm and familiar, press against Mark's back, pushing him further into the stretch. Mark sets his elbows on the ground to cushion his body as he allows Taeyong to force the stretch further. Eventually he reaches the sweet spot, his hips burning at the pull, but it's the good kind, just enough to know that the stretch is doing something.
They stay in that one spot for a while, Taeyong pushing against his back in a rhythmic pulse that makes him feel calm. Taeyong eases up on the pressure but keeps his hands on Mark's back, rubbing circles and kneading his fingers into any particularly tense knots in Mark's muscles. Mark closes his eyes, letting himself succumb to the way Taeyong touches him.
Mark groans as Taeyong massages him. On top of the fact that Mark just danced harder than he has in months, his muscles are also dealing with the brunt of his anxiety, tightening and tensing under the overwhelming stress of not only exam season but also the wait for results.
"Oh fuck," Mark moans as Taeyong presses into a particularly tight spot on his shoulder.
"Feels good, doesn't it? To let all those stresses out, to wear yourself out physically and not have to think about anything," Taeyong says softly over his shoulder as he continues to work the tension out of Mark's muscles.
"You worry and stress so much, and I know why, but you're smart and diligent, everything you do is near perfect. There's nothing to worry about, my pretty baby," Taeyong purrs.
Mark's face heats as Taeyong whispers in his ear, the feeling of Taeyong's lips brushing against the shell of his ear making him lightheaded. Taeyong reduces Mark to putty beneath his fingers, unable to resist the sensation of Taeyong working all the stress out of his body. Sweet kisses and sweeter words pressed into the skin beneath Mark's ear.
Taeyong's hands roam, fingers spreading out as they caress Mark's body, trailing up his back to his shoulders, then back down his sides with arms curling around his waist. Taeyong's chest is pressed to Mark's back and he shudders as one of Taeyong’s arms snakes up his chest. Taeyong's hand caresses up his body, softly brushing over his stomach, chest, and neck until it stops at his chin.
"Open your eyes, lovely," Taeyong’s whispers dance across his brain in tingles.
Mark follows his instructions as easily as breathing, second nature. His eyes open and he sees himself in the mirror, flushed and glassy eyed in Taeyong's arms.
"Do you know what I see, darling?" Taeyong speaks slow and soft, making sure Mark understands every single word.
Mark can feel Taeyong's eyes on him in the mirror, vigilant, watching for any signs of disruption in the bubble he's created in Mark's mind. Mark shakes his head.
"The prettiest, smartest, most wonderful boy ever," Taeyong says with an easy smile.
The lilt of his voice makes Mark flush and squirm uncomfortably. Taeyong's compliments wash over him, making his whole body tingly. However, Mark can feel his brain reject the words on instinct, the undercurrent of imposter syndrome that sits with him in everyday life attempting to rear its head.
Mark looks away from the mirror, breaking from the light hold Taeyong had on his chin. Taeyong hushes him and kisses lightly up Mark's neck. Peppering them chaste and quick until they reach the side of Mark's face.
At the last kiss to his cheek, Mark turns his head and is face to face with Taeyong, Taeyong who looks at him like Mark is his whole world and can never do anything wrong. Mark leans up slightly and kisses him.
Mark's hand reaches up to fist in Taeyong's sweaty t-shirt, pulling him down just enough for Mark to get the leverage he needs to kiss Taeyong the way he desperately needs to. He licks into Taeyong's mouth but instead of letting him in, Taeyong pulls back to stare at him.
"Look at you, beautiful," Taeyong breathes out, he sounds like the air has been stolen from his lungs. The look in Taeyong's eyes turns hungrier as he moves back in, pressing their lips together.
Taeyong's tongue prods at Mark's lips for entrance and he would never deny Taeyong of anything.
Mark lets Taeyong lick into his mouth and he tastes like those little crystalline peach candies Taeyong was always popping into Mark's mouth out of nowhere when he has been studying for too long. Mark smiles againsts Taeyong's lips, letting Taeyong take over and move his limbs around, manipulating his body easily.
Mark is at a somewhat uncomfortable angle, his neck bent to the side and back as Taeyong kisses him over his shoulder reverently. He makes a noise of complaint when Taeyong brings him up to his knees and spreads them apart with his own.
Taeyong breaks the kiss, pulling away out of breath. He rests his head on the curve of Mark's neck and shoulder. Mark leans back into Taeyong's chest and a shudder wracks its way through Taeyong's body under him. Mark can feel Taeyong's cock pressing hard against his ass through their sweatpants and Mark moans as he grinds back into it.
"Fuck, Mark," Taeyong groans out.
Mark grinds back into him one more time before Taeyong tugs on his sweatpants lightly, signaling for him to help remove them. He shimmies his hips, leaning forward onto his hand to try and get the pants over his knees. He’s struggling with the fabric and Taeyong laughs behind him. Mark flushes, shy and embarrassed that he cant get his stupid sweats off. Eventually, Mark decides it’s taking too long and he gives up, turning over to sit on his ass with his back to the mirror. Taeyong helps him pull off the remaining of his fabrics with a smile.
Taeyong places himself between Mark's legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders. He lays on his stomach and a free hand reaches out to wrap around Mark's hardening dick, growing larger with every second in Taeyong's grip. The feeling of Taeyong's thin fingers wrapping around him makes electricity run up Mark's spine. Taeyong pumps his hand a few times, giggling when Mark keens.
He blows lightly on the head before taking the entirety of Mark's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. Mark's whole body alights at the way Taeyong smiles, groaning happily as he reduces Mark to a mewling mess beneath him. Saliva and pre-come smear across Taeyong's lips as he pops off.
"You're so sensitive baby, even after all this time you still react to every little touch. You were moaning so much earlier just from desperately grinding back on my cock through your sweatpants," Taeyong coos. Mark hides his face behind his hands but feels himself get even harder at the words.
As Taeyong takes the entirety of Mark’s hefty cock into his mouth, Mark feels tears gather and lets out a high whine at the sheer overstimulation of having Taeyong all around him. Taeyong gags slightly and Mark isn't able to stop his hips from thrusting upwards. Mark cries out as Taeyong gags again before he pulls off.
"Baby you want to be good right? You're amazing, you can listen to what I tell you to do right?" Taeyong says quietly, his voice ruined from Mark's cock and Mark is pretty sure he could come just from the sound of Taeyong's voice. Especially since Mark is the reason it ended up like that.
Mark nods quickly, not trusting his mouth to make words.
"Good boy, turn over," Taeyong says, tapping Mark's left thigh as he sits back on his heels, giving Mark the space to turn over.
Mark rolls himself over, getting up onto his hands and knees. Taeyong comes up behind him and presses on the center of his back, forcing his chest to the ground.
Taeyong gets up and walks to grab a bottle from his bag and Mark hears the pop of a bottle cap. He feels Taeyong's bare dick grind up against his ass, rubbing from his perineum up to his hole. The slide is made easier by the slippery mix of lube, saliva, and Marks pre-come.
Mark is already moaning at the contact and he grinds back again, harder this time, attempting to get more friction. A cold liquid drips onto his hole and he feels Taeyong's fingers press inside, Mark moaning as they drag along his walls, poking and prodding just outside the boundaries of his prostate.
Desperate for Taeyong to press where he really needs, Mark moves backwards into his fingers. Taeyong immediately pulls his fingers away, to Mark’s dissatisfaction. But he doesn't have the time to worry about it before the blunt head of Taeyong's cock is pressing against his ass.
Mark moans loudly as Taeyong slowly presses in, dragging it out until he can finally feel Taeyongs hips pressed flush against his ass.
Taeyong pulls back and thrusts hard, hitting Mark's prostate head on from the get-go. Mark cries out high and loud as Taeyong keeps the head of his dick against Mark's prostate, softly grinding against Mark's sweet spot. Taeyong moves his hands so they rest on Mark's hips before gripping hard and moving Mark's body over his cock. Mark whines at the motion, every pull slamming Taeyong into his prostate repeatedly and making his stomach flutter.
He focuses on the pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of Taeyong inside him.
"Are you enjoying yourself baby? So good for me, trying your best to get me to come and chasing your own pleasure. You fit perfectly around my cock."
Obscene words slip from Taeyong's lips like sin. At some point, Taeyong had completely stopped moving and allowed Mark to fuck himself back onto Taeyong's dick like he was cock-starved.
Mark moans as he lets Taeyong's words of praise wash over his body. They rile him up even more and Mark begins fucking himself back even harder. He tries desperately, but after a few too many misses of his prostate, his eyes are fill with tears out of frustration.
"Please Yongie. Please I'm so good, please fuck me. I promise I’ll be good to you, just please fuck me," Mark cries, tears falling to the floor.
Taeyong bends forward, the hand not digging into Mark's waist grabs him by the elbow to allow Taeyong more leverage.
"Since you asked so prettily, of course lovely," Taeyong purrs into Mark's ear.
Taeyong slams into Mark roughly, pounding into his prostate over and over until Mark is whimpering in a high pitched tone.
"I'm gonna come Yongie, please let me come." Mark sobs.
"Come on baby, come for me," Taeyong whispers in Mark's ear as he releases Mark's hip and wraps his hand around his cock. Within seconds, Mark is coming all over the floor.
"That's it, my pretty boy, talented and smart, you did so well for me baby," Taeyong pants out.
His hand moves on Mark's cock in time with his thrusts as he continues to pound into Mark's prostate, milking his orgasm out long after he has come.
Taeyong thrusts a few more times before bending both him and Mark forward, pressing himself against his back and to the floor. Taeyong comes inside Mark and both of them make a noise of contentment.
Mark squeaks as Taeyong pulls out, a shudder running up his spine from the overstimulation. There is a squelching sound at the same time and Mark gets even more embarrassed.
He collapses boneless onto the floor and he can feel Taeyong's presence disappear behind him as he groggily tries to roll over into a sitting position. His joints ache with every move and Taeyong returns next to him with a water bottle and a cloth.
Mark flinches away from the cold feeling of Taeyong dragging the cloth up his thighs and over his ass. Taeyong shushes him softly and Mark relaxes, letting Taeyong take care of him.
"How are you feeling? You did so well," Taeyong says softly.
Taeyong sets the cloth aside and massages into Mark's hips to loosen any tightness or tension left over from being kept in an unnatural position.
"I'm good, a little sore," Mark groans as Taeyong massages down his legs.
"I needed that though, thank you," Mark smiles.
He is exhausted but he feels so much better. The tension from the last three weeks of finals was really catching up to him and they hadn’t had any time to fuck on top of everything else they were doing.
Taeyong hands him the water bottle from before and Mark drinks it slowly as his body calms down.
"Do you need anything else?" Taeyong smiles cheekily, tilting his head innocently as if he didn’t just fuck Mark into the floor while practically praising him for breathing.
"You planned this didn't you?" Mark narrows his eyes in suspicion.
Taeyong laughs lightly and Mark spots a shiny little hard candy behind his teeth.
"No~ of course not, I just always carry lube around with me."
Mark rolls his eyes as Taeyong laughs over him.
"Ugh, I love you, you know that?" Mark grumbles.
Taeyong pulls on his sweats and helps Mark put on his own. When Taeyong helps him stand, he kisses Mark softly. The click of peachy hard candy clacks against his teeth as Taeyong pushes it into his mouth.
"Love you too, baby."