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All seven of them were on a live when Haechan started loudly drumming on his thighs, making silly sound effects along with it. Although Mark found this cute, the noise was becoming increasingly annoying as time passed, so he gripped Haechan’s wrist to cut him off, tying a look that said Stop to his actions.
Haechan whines, giving Mark puppy eyes. Mark looked the boy up and down as Haechan crosses his arms against his chest, interrupting Mark’s speech by whining excessively louder than he already was. He was starting to get really fed up with the boy and he rolled his eyes at him.
“Don’t be a brat, Donghyuck.” Mark whispers, leaning into Haechan’s ear, gripping his wrist harder as a warning.
Haechan pouts, huffing and puffing at Mark. Mark clicks his tongue and laughs, continuing his conversation with the viewers like there’s not a pouty Donghyuck beside him. When they near the end of their live, Mark gives him a once over— the remnants of a pout can still be seen on his face, along with a newfound pink tint to his cheeks. Mark wants to laugh at Haechan, it’s obvious that he got worked up from Mark manhandling him— but at the same time, his gut twinges. Teasingly, he slaps his hand on Haechan’s thigh, rubbing down to his knee in a loop. Haechan, seemingly lost in thought, slightly gasps in response. Mark smirks at the others reaction, faintly squeezing his leg.
They all start to filter out of the room and into their shared dormitory space after waving goodbye to Czennie’s, planning a dinner as they walk up the stairs.
Mark hears them planning in the distance and he interrupts, “Me and Haechan are going to stay behind, if that’s okay?”
Mark receives a strange look from Haechan, but the rest of the members look too hungry to care and they mumble a mix of That’s fine, You’re good, and alright ’s.
With the approval from his bandmates, Mark wraps a hand around Haechan’s thin wrist and guides him to their room.
Haechan begins to complain— whining, “Mark, I was hungry, why’d you tell them we’d stay back?”
Mark chuckles, pushing him onto the bed slightly as he states, “Cause you’re a brat, that’s why.”
Haechan fumbled on his words, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do— You were so confident in your act earlier, what happened to that?” Mark tsks, his hands gliding under Haechan’s t-shirt, feeling his firm, smooth stomach.
It seems that Haechan has given up on the innocent act, because he pitches his voice higher and complains, “I just wan to get fucked, Markie, it’s been so long—“
Mark inhales, diving his head into the crook of Haechan neck, nibbling softly. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, I’m starting to think that you’re broken down there.” Haechan’s voice is assertive, all the while Mark is cornering him into the bed. Just as expected, all bark and no bite.
Mark growls into his neck at this, pushing Haechan on the bed, hastily removing both of their clothes.
Haechan is pleased with himself, a smirk lingers on his face as he knows he said the perfect thing to rile him up.
Mark slides below a now naked Donghyuck, gripping his thighs tightly, “If you want it so bad, I’ll give it to you, baby.”
“Fuck,” Donghyuck’s voice transforms into a mess as he feels Mark slide his tongue inside of him.
He digs one hand into the pillow behind his head, biting down on his lip in an attempt to muffle the loud, high-pitched whimper that scales its up his throat.
Mark doesn’t say anything— too focused tonguing into Donghyuck’s ass, lips grazing his sensitive skin as the wet tip of his tongue traces small circles, teasing him and driving him crazy with every lick.
“More, please,” Donghyuck doesn’t care how desperate he sounds— he needed Mark to fuck him yesterday.
Haechan shoves his hips closer to Mark’s face, fingers threading in his hair, pushing him impossibly closer. Donghyuck is greedy and Mark takes pride in this, Mark digging his hands into the soft flesh of Donghyuck’s thigh as he lifts a finger to push into his hole, stretching him lightly.
Mark doesn’t pull away until Donghyuck’s hips start to twitch under his body— thighs clenching as he releases broken moans, so close to reaching his peak.
“God, you look so fucking good like this,” Mark says as he pulls away, voice deep and raspy. Haechan’s hands falls to his side as Mark slides back up his body.
Mark leans down, kissing him harshly with spit-slick and swollen lips, eyelashes fluttering shut. They share open-mouthed pants as they both try to devour each other— Mark’s teeth drag against Donghyuck’s bottom lip and his tongue dives in and licks every corner of Haechan’s mouth. Haechan feels gross when he tastes himself, sweat, spit, and pineapple flavored lube on Mark’s tongue, but he’s so, so into it.
Mark pulls back with a grunt, hands roaming over every inch of Haechan’s lithe body.
“You’re so gorgeous when you’re obedient, baby. Need you on my dick,” he bends down, leaving a trail of kisses down Haechan’s neck, lapping at his adam’s apple before sinking his teeth into the skin, soothing it with his tongue.
“Been waiting all night,” Donghyuck says within a choked moan.
“What’s taking you so long, Mark? Is your dick really broken?” Donghyuck’s voice is lightly above a whisper, his chest heaving from kissing Mark, but he still puts on the bratty, impatient front.
Mark pulls back with a smirk on his face, Haechan watches in silent relief as Mark leans back to grab the bottle of lube and drizzles the liquid into the palm of his hand. He watches Mark fist his own cock once, twice, and throw his head back, jaw clenching in the small amount of pleasure.
Mark is hot— Haechan is obsessed with him. Mark looks at Haechan with dark eyes, and Haechan feels his core ache. He needs him.
“Hands and knees, baby.”
Haechan obeys, falling onto his hands and knees, arching his back, opening himself sluttily for Mark. Mark groans at this, both hands gripping his ass as he fondles them, spreading them apart. Haechan’s breath hitches, his back arching even further into Mark’s body in response.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, Hyuckie.” This was Haechan’s warning— he feels his whole body ignite the minute Mark slides into him in one fluid motion. Haechan feels full to the brim, feeling Mark’s dick in his throat, if that’s possible.
Mark is brutal from the start, leaving no time for the painful stretch to turn into pleasure— waiting just a couple of seconds before he rams into Haechan’s hole, setting a steady rhythm. The quick movements force staccato moans out of Haechan’s throat— all you can hear are the sounds of skin on skin, and the harsh panting—Donghyuck’s high-pitched moans and Mark’s short groans. Haechan feels the burning drag of Mark’s cock, the pressure lays among the line of almost too much. Haechan can feel his heart pounding and his ears ringing—
“Mark,” he moans, his fingers grasping at the sheets below, fumbling on the bed to find something to hold onto, something to stabilize him. Mark grunts in response, one of his hands trailing from its grip on Haechan’s hips to his ass, squeezing the round flesh before giving it a slap. Haechan whimpers, unable to speak.
“Look at you, just fucking taking it, good boy, Donghyuck. You’re gorgeous like this. You were made for taking my cock, weren’t you?”
Haechan throws away his dignity, releasing a mantra of “Yes, yes, yes.” Haechan pants— he hasn’t taken a deep breath in thirty minutes, but he can’t find the care in himself, stuttering over a long, drawn-out moan instead when Mark grabs his wrists from the sheets, pulling them behind his back. Haechan can feel Mark’s dick in his guts— when he looks down, he sees a small bulge in his stomach, moving rapidly. He’s slipping away from reality, slipping into a headspace where all he can hear, think, and see is Mark.
He clenches around Mark, feeling dangerously close as Mark speeds his thrusts and aims at his prostate.
“Mark—” His name is a broken whine, loud and sharp, and then Donghyuck is coming, body twitching as he convulses up the bed in Mark’s grasp, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He doesn’t stop—chasing his own release as he pistons his hips into Haechan. He’s moaning too, now, releasing low groans, letting go of Haechan’s wrists to lace his fingers through his taupe hair harshly, pulling him up to look in the full-length mirror across the room.
“Look at you,” Mark whispers into Haechan’s ear, licking the shell of it, his words razor-sharp, sending shivers up Haechan’s spine. “You’re ruined. Do I really fuck you that good, Hyuck?”
Haechan hates to admit it, but it’s true. When he gains the strength to blink the tears out of his eyes, he sees himself— tears clumped in his eyelashes— cheeks stained red— lips are pink, puffy, and swollen— tongue lolling out of his mouth as he frantically tries to catch his breath.
He looks absolutely ruined and Mark kneels behind him, still inside him, looking smug.
Donghyuck can’t even speak, can’t find words to reply. Instead, he clenches even tighter around Mark.
“Are you gonna be good? Gonna let me fill you up? Want me to fuck you pregnant, baby?”
Donghyuck tries to say yes, but words are hard. He feels like jello— there’s drool pooling in the corner of his lip and pleasure-filled tears streaming down his face.
“Look at me, Donghyuck.” Mark commands, gripping at his hair. Haechan moans loudly at the sight of his boyfriend— skin slick with sweat, hair stuck to his forehead. He’s so fucking attractive like this, and Haechan hates that he knows this as he watches him meet his eyes in the mirror and smirk, the smug look still on his face.
Donghyuck looks away, arching his back into Mark’s hold, presenting himself like a whore, face down ass up, letting Mark get a clear view of his dick sliding into Haechan’s hole in the same strict rhythm from earlier. He clenches even harder, pushes his ass back, waiting for Mark to lose control. He does.
He thrusts frantically into Haechan, moaning loudly— hes close. Soft pants are spilling from his lips in the same rhythm as his hips fucking into Haechan.
“Come inside me, Mark, need you to fill me up, please—“
With that, he feels Mark come— feeling each pulse and throb as wet and warm liquid fills him up, spilling out of his hole onto his thighs as he pulls out.
Mark whispers sweet praises into his ear as he wipes them both with a wet wipe, letting Haechan fall asleep as he covers him with a blanket.