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It's different.
It's just so different.
No, not the spray of the hot water against Mark's back, or the vapor that seems to haze not only his vision but also his mind. Not the tiled floor of their bathroom. Nor the walls. Those things have become comforting, become things he seeks out on days of accumulating fatigue.
It's none of that.
It's the presence next to Mark, strong but unsure. It's the wet skin, the rapidly beating heart under his palm. It's the way Jaebum looks so achingly welcoming under the dim light of their bathroom, under the spray of the shower, the way Jaebum's hand on the small of his back makes heat gather low in Mark's body, goosebumps rising on his skin even though they are surrounded by warmth.
It's just so different.
And yet Mark can't help but inch closer, let his eyes wander over the pink flesh of his lips, feeling his own heart threaten to burst through his rib-cage each time Jaebum lets out a soft exhale.
Last time he had been this overwhelmed by someone was with his ex-girlfriend, her soft curves and pliant lips. A petite body tucked against him, delicate and silken as Mark unraveled her with determined hands in a hotel room at the outskirts of Seoul, their infrequent meetings hidden away from prying eyes.
Jaebum is nothing like that.
Jaebum is here. Jaebum has always been here. All pale skin and hard angles, as if every inch of his body speaks for the strength that lies within him, behind every action and every word - even when exhaustion threatens to destroy him, even when the world weights down on his shoulders. Mark traces the visible vein on Jaebum's arm up to those same shoulders, feels more than hears the hitch of breath as he puts pressure on the junction between it and Jaebum's neck, watches the younger man tense and then relax just the smallest bit, eyes fluttering closed, wet eyelashes fanned out against his cheek.
The heart under Mark's palm beats steadily.
"Jaebum."
And then Mark watches as his eyes open again, a little of the turmoil having melted away and replaced with the beginnings of an emotion that pools in Jaebum's eyes and shoots a shiver up Mark's spine as Jaebum finallyfinally turns to meet his gaze. Mark looks back, tries to keep his breathing even as he feels fingers wrapping themselves around the hand he still has on the youngest's shoulder blades.
He doesn't look away when Jaebum's other hand moves up his back and comes to rest at the nape of his neck, doesn't look away when Jaebum searches his eyes for the smallest ounce of regret. Mark takes half a step forward instead, leaning up and crashing their lips together, pushing against him and feeling him push back. Jaebum pulls him away from under the shower-head and presses him against the tiled wall, letting the water fall against the strong curve of his own back, and Mark smiles, letting him think he has the power in his hands.
It's different. It's intoxicating.
Jaebum tastes like honeyed tea and longing, his kisses slow and careful even as he pushes against Mark. He tugs at Mark's hair, pressing closer and closer, groaning low in his throat as skin meets skin, teeth catching Mark's lower lip and sucking it softly. His thumb traces the line of his throat, brushing gently against the bump of Mark's Adam's apple, and Mark can't help but think about how utterly contradicting Jaebum is. Contradicting. Beautiful. Especially when he moans as Mark ruts against him, especially under the muted off-whites and pale yellows of the overhead light. Because Jaebum is strong, so strong and so stubborn, but he is equally tenderhearted, caring even as his passion threatens to consume him.
It only makes Mark's desire burn hotter.
He trails a hand up his back and lets Jaebum take whatever he wants, nails digging into the flesh of his back as he sighs against him. And then, just as Jaebum start leaving his lips and moving towards his neck, Mark grips his broad shoulders and flips them, slamming him against the wall, hard enough to hurt, biting his lip and trying not to smirk when Jaebum lets out a pained groaned.
So intoxicating.
Mark kisses him until Jaebum is breathless, gasping under Mark's insisting lips and turning his head only for a hand to fist in his hair and bring him back again, demanding and completely unrelenting. Because Mark is equally as strong and even more stubborn, and he is definitely not afraid to let this feeling devour them both whole. So he kisses Jaebum until he is sated, until he has bruised his lips and staked his aim, only letting him go when Jaebum slumps against the wall slightly, giving in. And as Jaebum pants between them, head leaning against the wall, eyes hazy with lust even as he tries to catch his breath, Mark let's his own reddened lips make a path from Jaebum's heart to the strong curve of his jaw.
"You are mine now."