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“You know, if you’re looking for a flatmate, I can help.”
“Huh? Really?”
“Yeah. I know a friend who is looking for someone to move in with. He’s not in our frat, but it doesn’t matter, does it?”
“No, it really doesn’t.”
“Okay then, I’m sending his number.”
~
The day they met was nothing extraordinary at least, that’s what they thought at the time. They had been texting for weeks, but life kept getting in the way of an actual meeting. Sometimes, it was Mark’s packed schedule as the basketball captain; other times, it was Donghyuck’s internship that left him drained.
When they finally settled on a date, it was barely a week before Donghyuck’s dorm stay ended. They chose a café near both the campus and the apartment Mark lived in neutral ground.
Donghyuck still remembers his first impression of Mark. The older man walked in wearing a navy sweatshirt layered over a crisp white T-shirt, paired with black jeans that matched his dark hair. Over his shoulders hung a Ralph Lauren jacket, and that single detail made Donghyuck’s eyebrows shoot up.
‘How the fuck is he casually wearing a Ralph Lauren jacket that probably costs as much as the rent?’ He thought.
Later that day, he learned it was a birthday gift from his aunt, who worked for the brand. Mark also carried a sports bag slung over his shoulder, and as he got closer, Donghyuck caught a whiff of his cologne a strong, masculine scent, sharp enough to make his nose tingle yet alluring enough to make him want to lean in again.
Meanwhile, Donghyuck himself had gone for a more effortless look a light colored sweater tucked into trousers, paired with a black coat that now hung on the back of his chair. He had arrived first, which gave him a chance to observe Mark as he approached, looking slightly flushed probably fresh out of basketball practice.
They exchanged a casual handshake and polite bows before ordering coffee. As the minutes passed, conversation flowed effortlessly.
Donghyuck learned that Mark was a Frank Ocean fan who studied international relations. He was an exchange student from Canada, though his parents were Korean. He mentioned that he used to fly back home frequently, but ever since getting his own place, he preferred staying put during breaks. Donghyuck, in turn, shared that he was from Jeju and had been staying in the dorms but was now looking for a roommate.
As they talked, the conversation took a more comfortable turn less about formalities and more about quirks. Mark casually confessed that he sometimes felt like Spiderman because of his fast reflexes. The timing was perfect because, right at that moment, he caught a falling sugar packet mid-air without missing a beat. Donghyuck couldn’t help but laugh. Okay, maybe he had a point.
When Donghyuck mentioned that he could cook, Mark lit up as if he had just found a missing piece of his life.
“Wait, seriously? Okay, I’m paying for the coffees. That’s the least I can do if you’re feeding me in the future.”
They fell into an easy rhythm, exchanging stories about frat parties, mutual friends, and inside jokes that didn’t feel forced despite the fact that they had only just met in person. It was… nice. Donghyuck liked his company. And judging by the way Mark kept smiling, he felt the same.
So when Mark casually suggested checking out the apartment since it was nearby, Donghyuck agreed without hesitation.
And the place was better than he expected. Mark gave him a tour like a YouTuber doing an apartment haul, cracking jokes along the way. The furniture, the lighting, the overall atmosphere it all felt oddly perfect. Too perfect, Donghyuck thought for a second. But as he sipped the beer Mark handed him and leaned back into the couch, he realized he didn’t mind.
They kept talking, laughter filling the space as they sorted out the technicalities rent, bills, grocery expenses. But deep down, they both knew there was no real debate. The decision had already been made the moment they sat across from each other in that café.
As Donghyuck stood by the door, slipping his shoes on, he looked up at Mark and said,
“I’d love to share the apartment with you.”
Mark grinned, reaching for Donghyuck’s coat and handing it over.
“Then see you next weekend.”
Donghyuck finished buttoning up, nodding slightly.
“Yeah. See you later take care.”
And that was how it all began.
~
“Today it’s your turn to wash the dishes. Don’t complain, just do your work,” Dongyuck said, leaning against the counter. His voice held a bored tone, Mark could see the exhaustion in his eyes. It had been a long day for both of them, and yet here they were, bickering like always.
“You know what? I’m still stuck on the idea of you washing the dishes and me doing the laundry,” Older replied, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. The air between them felt a little tense, but there was a familiarity in it, the kind that only roommates who’d lived together for a while could understand. Mark raised an eyebrow, waiting for Donghyuck’s inevitable response.
“In your dreams, maybe,” younger shot back, turning to face the sink and scrubbing a plate with exaggerated precision. “You’d only do laundry twice a week, while me washing the dishes would be an everyday thing.”
Mark couldn’t help but chuckle, despite his frustration. “Eric was okay with this rule; you’re no fun,” he teased, letting a little grin slip. It was all in good humor well, mostly.
“Well, I’m not Eric, am I?” Honey haired said, rolling his eyes as he rinsed the dishes with a huff. His movements were sharp, as though he was trying to scrub away the remnants of their previous argument. “What can I do if he was naive enough for you to fool him? Poor guy,” he added with a smirk, clearly enjoying the playful jab.
Mark, still leaning against the doorframe, could feel the grin tugging at his lips. As much as he hated to admit it, Donghyuck had a point. He stood up and started putting dishes in the dishwasher without saying a word, the sounds of dishes clinking echoing in the room. Even in their routine, there was a strange comfort in it. They were different in so many ways especially when it came to things like chores but somehow, it worked.
“Are you coming to today’s party? You know Johnny loves you and wanted me to invite you.” Mark turned to him, his tone light but carrying that same casual confidence Donghyuck had come to expect. He started loading the dishes into the dishwasher, his hands moving with practiced ease.
“Yeah, sure, why not,” Donghyuck responded, his voice far more relaxed now. The thought of the party, of a night filled with dancing and laughter, made him feel lighter. It had been a stressful few weeks with exams, and now that they were over, he was craving a drink more than ever.
~
The party was good, just like Donghyuck thought. The music thumped in the background, heavy beats that seemed to vibrate through the floor, filling every corner of the room. He felt the warmth of the crowd around him as he moved through the sea of people, a faint buzz in his veins from the alcohol starting to hit. The lights were dim, flickering in shades of neon as bodies swayed and danced under them. Donghyuck had been living with Mark for about four months now. Even though they were in different frats, they were inseparable in a sense. They invited each other to their parties, met each other’s friends, and shared more stories than they could count.
But there were moments of discomfort. Like the time when Mark would get all excited talking about Jeno. Donghyuck, at times, couldn’t shake the feeling of being left out when he’d come back to their apartment, only to find Mark and Jeno sitting together, chatting, their laughter filling the space.
The tension once built up enough for Donghyuck to tease Mark, warning him that he was “stealing his friends.” But when Mark casually mentioned Doyoung, Donghyuck couldn’t help but laugh it off, the words dying in his throat. He didn’t have much to argue. Doyoung was Mark’s best friend, and Donghyuck was pretty close with him.
Donghyuck was wearing tight jeans that hugged his legs, a simple black T-shirt tucked neatly inside. His leather jacket, however, had long since been thrown somewhere in the room as the temperature began to rise. The alcohol mixed in his blood, warming him from the inside out, but he didn’t mind. He was used to it. Normally, he would hang out with Mark at parties since they were roommates, and Donghyuck was probably the closest friend Mark had in college. But tonight, Mark wasn’t around, and Donghyuck found himself dancing to the beat of the music, eyes scanning the crowd.
He wasn’t really looking for anything in particular just letting the music take him, feeling the freedom in every movement. He found himself distracted, though, checking the faces around him for someone who stood out. Maybe a beautiful girl. He never had trouble meeting people, but relationships weren’t his thing. Not with the kind of standards he had set for himself. Mark was the same way, always avoiding anything serious. They had this unspoken understanding between them, and it was kind of perfect. That understanding was their sign.
The sock on the door handle. It was their classic code, a way of saying, “don’t come in.” But these past few weeks had been crazy. Exam week had everyone stressed, and the last thing either of them had time for was some random fling. Weeks had gone by, maybe even a month. Donghyuck couldn’t quite remember when they had last shared a night together one of those nights that had no commitments, just the carefree spontaneity of being young.
Frat parties were supposed to be fun. But sometimes they turned into something else entirely. A chance to meet people, to break free from the usual faces. Donghyuck hadn’t known many of the people here. That’s why he liked it. He could blend in, be anyone for a night, and maybe find someone to spend the night with. If this was his frat, he’d know half the people here by name. And that was starting to bore him. The familiar faces, the same jokes, the predictable conversations. He was thankful that Mark had invited him to this party. It was different. It was refreshing.
And it was the same for Mark, too. Donghyuck knew it.
As the night went on, Donghyuck only saw Mark two or three times, but he didn’t really care. He was just checking because the key was in Mark’s jacket, and the last thing he wanted was to be locked out.
His honey-colored hair was damp with sweat from dancing, and he was completely lost in the moment, enjoying his time off. At some point, he spotted a pretty girl and considered going over to talk to her. His body craved some action tonight, and he was well aware of it.
Just as he started making his way toward the girl, he caught sight of Mark again. This time, the older boy was scanning the crowd, his eyes searching for someone. And Donghyuck was right in his assumption because the second Mark spotted him, he headed straight in his direction.
“Let’s go home. I’m done. I have no energy left,” Mark said, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
Donghyuck frowned. He wasn’t ready to leave not yet. He still wanted to dance, make out with someone, and, preferably, get laid. He could’ve just told Mark that, but the guy looked drained, and Donghyuck didn’t want to be that annoying person. He could hook up with someone another time anyway.
“Okay, let me grab my jacket,” he sighed.
But before he could even turn around, Mark caught his wrist.
“Already got it. Let’s go.”
The dance floor was packed, but Donghyuck didn’t put up much of a fight. He let Mark pull him through the crowd and out of the house.
“We’re taking an Uber.” Mark muttered as they stepped outside.
The ride home was quiet. Donghyuck leaned his head back, praying that tomorrow’s hangover wouldn’t be unbearable.
When they finally got in, Donghyuck excused himself and went straight to the bathroom; he needed to wash his face, maybe even splash some cold water on his burning skin. Meanwhile, Mark headed to the kitchen to make them some coffee. Donghyuck was still too drunk and wired to sleep, while Mark was just slightly tipsy.
As he poured the coffee into two mugs, Mark suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of vomiting from the bathroom. With a sigh, he changed direction, heading toward the medicine cabinet. He grabbed the essentials and a gum before making his way back to the living room and settling on the couch, sipping his coffee as he waited.
A few minutes later, Donghyuck finally emerged. His face was flushed, his hair slightly damp. Mark glanced at the coffee cup in his hands, assuming he’d taken the meds on his own. He said nothing, simply watching as Donghyuck pulled the blanket that was draped over him.
“You probably don’t know this, but you owe me good sex,” Donghyuck suddenly blurted out, making Mark’s brows knit together in confusion.
“…What?”
“I wanted to get laid tonight so bad,” Donghyuck groaned dramatically. “But you looked like shit, and I didn’t want to be that bitch.”
Mark huffed out a laugh. “Thanks, Donghyuck, but you were the one throwing up the second we walked through the door, so…”
“But you dragged me home first.”
“Because my head was starting to hurt. I have a match this week; I can’t afford to get sick.”
“Alright, Mrs. Perfect Captain.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Mark rolled his eyes. Donghyuck was always like this, constantly teasing, constantly pushing his buttons. They hadn’t been this way at first, but over time, they had grown comfortable with each other. Maybe too comfortable. And Donghyuck being drunk made him even more irresistible.
"Why is your head hurting anyway? I thought we got used to parties."
Donghyuck said. He was talking much because of the alcohol, and his words weren't completely understandable, but Mark could catch his point.
"Ah, after a long time, I smoked weed. I guess it's because of that."older replied. He rarely smoked weed, and this time it hit him hard, probably because of the time that he hadn't smoked one.
Donghyuck blunted a sound of understatement; he still was half lying on the couch under the blanket with Mark. Now, because of the coffee, both of them were not able to sleep, and it was almost 3 am. They just lay there. Mark was in a position with his legs wide open, his head thrown back, his eyes closed (probably due to the headache); meanwhile, Donghyuck was sitting straight and checking his phone. They didn't say a single word; instead, they enjoyed the silence of each other.
Then Hyuck's battery died, and the silence of the room was no longer available because he didn't think of doing anything else than bothering Mark. However Mark seemed really tired, so Donghyuck wasn’t sure if teasing him was the right thing to do right now.
Younger first moved at his place and glanced at the outlet that is on Mark's side. It was a little far, but he didn't think that was a huge problem. Without saying another word, he took his charger from the table and looked at Mark. Mark was still in the same position, even leaning his body a little more. He was at the very end of the couch. Donghyuck had to lift Mark up to reach the outlet, but for some unknown reason, he didn't think about it and went to the older one to plug the charger he bought into the outlet right behind the couch Mark was sitting on. At first, he tried to reach right next to him, but he was too far away, so he had no other choice; he put one leg on the other side of Mark's lap, leaned towards the outlet, and tried to find the outlet hole; he was practically on Mark's lap, but he wasn't making contact. However, this didn't work either.
"Hyuck, what are you doing?"
Mark said with a tense voice, He looked rough and confused about what he was seeing.
"Nothing, I'm just going to charge my phone, asshole. Wait just a second."
But while they were almost cuddling under a blanket in a dark room with someone (especially when one of the two was under the influence of weed and the other was under the influence of alcohol), there were things the two couldn't count on. Since one of them couldn't see a plug, Donghyuck was moving while trying to insert the charger into its hole, and his body, which he thought, assumed, and didn't pay attention to, was making extreme contact, and the fact that his pants were tight was not an advantage at all. The situation was extremely dire for Mark, who was sitting in both seats; someone was on his lap (it didn't even matter who it was at that moment because he was under the influence of weed) and was moving even though his only purpose was to plug in a charger. Someone was moving in his groin.
"Ahh, Donghyuck, you need to stop because you're creating a hard-to-handle situation right now."
said Mark. And at this moment, Donghyuck was finally able to plug in his charger. But the charger that was plugged into the socket had caused the most contact that had ever occurred, and Donghyuck, who had been unaware of everything until now, finally felt what was happening, and the two of them couldn't help the moaning sound that came out of their mouths at that moment.
"Shit."
The younger's chest was pressed against the older one's chest, and he had to support himself with his hands to get up. He couldn't help but smell Mark's scent as he tried to lift himself up, but Mark's scent hit his nose. It was a scent he had been thinking to himself regularly since the first day. It was very attractive and very Mark's. When he finally straightened up, he had to get up as soon as possible because at this moment all his weight was on Mark's groin. However, the younger one didn't make a move to get up. He was staring at Mark's Adam's apple.
"Are you planning on getting off my lap? Hyuck I'm not sure if you understand, but we are in a pretty desperate position right now."
said Mark without moving, and when Donghyuck didn't reply and didn't even move an inch, the older lifted his head from the pillow and directly looked at the younger's eyes.
Because of the position Donghyuck was sitting higher and his stare was dark, Younger couldn't help but let his gaze drift toward the older's lips. If you were to ask him why, he would say it was because, before making eye contact, Donghyuck had been staring at his Adam's apple. And when the older finally lifted his head, his lips were the only thing in Younger's line of sight. Mark's lips looked pretty dry, and as that thought crossed his mind, Donghyuck instinctively licked his own.
The small movement didn't go unnoticed; Mark's eyes flicked down to his lips as well. The current position had left both males dumbfounded. Donghyuck felt frozen in place, he knew he had to stand up but couldn’t find the strength within himself. Instead, he just sat on the latter’s lap, fully aware of the older’s presence, especially as seconds passed and Mark’s hardening erection became impossible to ignore. And that was the exact moment he felt a shift beneath him.
Mark's dick twitched.
At first, Donghyuck couldn’t acknowledge it, his thoughts scattering in every direction. He was stunned, unsure of what to do. The most logical thing would be to lift himself off Mark's lap, mumble an apology, and retreat to his room to sleep. But he wasn't sure if that was what he really wanted.
Mark’s eyes were fixed on his face, scanning every detail as if trying to memorize it, yet questioning it at the same time. He didn’t make a move to get the younger off his lap; he just let him stay. Neither of them was sure what was happening, but Mark was well aware of his growing boner. Still, he was too high from the weed to care that Donghyuck, his flatmate, was sitting right on his crotch.
He raised his hips without thinking, moving instinctively, his body acting on its own, reminding them both once again of what was happening. In Donghyuck’s mind, red alarms were blaring. Mark’s eyes were half-open, lips slightly parted, his scent surrounding the younger. Donghyuck’s heart was pounding like crazy; he was almost trembling, panic taking control of his entire body.
Instead, before he could even think it through, he acted on impulse; he held his breath and pressed his lips against Mark's dry ones.
A startled sound left the older's mouth when he felt the softness of Younger's lips, but Donghyuck didn't stop. He kissed him hungrily, senselessly. His hand left Mark's chest, fingers trailing up to the nape of his neck. One hand gripped firmly as he deepened the kiss, while the other played with the older's fresh undercut.
It only took a few seconds for Mark to take control. They both fought for dominance, turning the kiss into an even messier one. And when, at the exact same time, they both tried to slip their tongues into the mix, they couldn't help but smile against each other's lips, realizing they had the same thought.
Even with their eyes shut, their tongues clashed, and the sound of wet kisses filled the space around them. When they finally pulled away, breathless, Donghyuck's lips and the skin around them were glistening with saliva. Without hesitation, he ran his tongue over them, collecting the mess, all while keeping his gaze locked on Mark.
And as if that wasn't enough, he leaned in again, closing the small distance between them, and this time, he licked Mark's lips too.
Mark was suffering at that point.
"Fuck, Hyuck, wait. We shouldn't—
"We are straight. We shouldn't do this... Right?" Donghyuck interrupted, tilting his head slightly. "Yeah, well... nobody needs to know."
As he spoke, he shifted, moving against Mark's groin, reminding him exactly of the position they were in.
Older weighed the opportunities in his head and considered what could happen. And when he thought it was just a one-time thing, he came to the conclusion of yes, he was ready to take that risk for once.
"Shit, yeah, okay. I'm in," Mark muttered, before crashing their lips together once more, his hands slipping down to grab at the younger's ass
"Mar-ah Mark bedroom. Now."
said Donghyuck between Mark's kisses. The older was gripping his ass roughly and kissing his neck even hungrier. For Donghyuck, that was a new territory; he had never done something like that before. He was the one who gripped butts, but in this situation it was Mark, and yes, Donghyuck felt like everything was new, but he would not deny the fact that he was enjoying it very much. Meanwhile for Mark, it was a new territory too. He never did something like that with a man, just like Donghyuck. He was not used to the feeling of having another man on him. but the friction was so good, and he was about to lose his mind. His grip won't tighten, and he kept pulling younger to his crotch.
When Mark heard Younger's order, he didn't stop but lifted Donghyuck with him. They were still crotch to crotch, and Donghyuck couldn't help but scream at the sudden lift. He was never carried by someone in this way, and he kind of hated that he was enjoying every new thing.
They moved into Mark's room, and Mark dropped younger softly. He continued to kiss him as he gently laid him on the bed. The kisses sometimes turned into little pecks, but both were very accommodating to the act already.
Donghyuck was leaving little noises while Mark kept taking care of him. He was kissing every possible skin in display and sometimes sucking his neck, and when he reached the lips, he would either kiss and suck them as well. Mark was between Donghyuck's legs, and not even a gap was between. The older kept pushing his crotch to the other boy.
The kisses wouldn't stop, and Mark's hands found Donghyuck's jeans button while kissing and licking behind the younger's ear. He unzipped his pants, and this made the younger let out a shaky breath in the room as Mark came into close contact with Donghyuck's erection. Mark couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the younger's noise. Donghyuck was on the verge of going crazy because that melody in his ear sent a signal directly to his groin. He lifted his hips so that the older one could take off his jeans. It didn't take long for Mark to get rid of Donghyuck's jeans.
"Are we really doing this?" Mark mumbled, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. His gaze lingered on the younger man's smooth, tanned legs, his hands running over them simply because he was allowed to.
Donghyuck heard Mark’s question, but instead of responding, he tugged Mark’s T-shirt over his head. Then, running his fingers through the older man’s disheveled hair to smooth it down, he pulled him back in, reconnecting their lips in a heated kiss.
Their movements were steady, deliberate, and intoxicating. Donghyuck's hands traced over Mark's chest, fingers ghosting down his toned abs, teasing each defined ridge as if committing them to memory. Mark's grip on his ass remained firm, and as a response, he squeezed, making Donghyuck gasp against his lips. Their tongues tangled-licking, sucking, tasting -but despite the pleasure, Mark's earlier words echoed in Donghyuck's mind.
"Mmhph-Mark, wait. Ah, wait-"
Their lips parted with difficulty, Donghyuck catching his breath as he pulled back slightly.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" Mark's voice was laced with concern, his dark eyes searching Donghyuck's face for an answer.
"Nothing, I just... panicked a little," Donghyuck admitted, his voice quieter now. "I don't know how to continue. I've never done this with a man. I mean—we're straight."
Mark's gaze softened. A small smile tugged at his lips before he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Donghyuck's plump lips.
"We are together in this.”
Donghyuck nodded. And with that, no more words were spoken before Mark undressed them completely.
Sex with Mark was unlike anything Donghyuck had ever experienced. The black haired man wasn't just fucking he was kissing, biting, worshiping. Every touch, every movement felt deliberate, almost reverent, as if Mark wasn't just taking but giving, too. Donghyuck felt like he was floating, lost in the sensation, but a stray thought crept into his mind if Mark was like this with everyone, then,
he couldn't help but feel jealous.
Then, he got distracted by the reason for his overthinking. Mark's lips had left kisses and marks on his face before, but now they were pressed against Donghyuck's abdomen, dangerously close to his crotch. The only fabric separating them was their underwear, and while Mark's lips lingered there, Donghyuck took the opportunity to examine him.
Mark's body was just slightly taller and broader than his own. He wasn't covered in muscles, but the definition of his abs, along with the strength in his arms and legs, was undeniable. Donghyuck tried to ignore the obvious bulge pressing against his thigh, but it was impossible-not when he had been sitting on it moments ago, feeling its size even then.
Mark's kisses were slowly driving Donghyuck insane. A soft whimper escaped his lips, making Mark glance up at him.
"Hurry up, take it off. I can't take it anymore."
Mark chuckled, his voice barely above a whisper. He granted the younger's wish, slipping off Donghyuck's underwear. The cold air hit his heated skin, making him hyper-aware of the fact that he was now completely naked in front of someone-his flatmate, his friend, Mark. But he was far too gone to care. Instead, he stood up impatiently, pulling at Mark's waistband, urging him to rid himself of the last remaining barrier between them.
Now, both of them were bare, staring at each other in silence.
"You look delicious, you know that?" Mark murmured, his voice laced with desire.
Donghyuck laughed at the older's corny line. "You've been tasting me, though. Isn't it enough?" he teased.
Mark felt like he was about to lose control, the urge to rush things nearly overwhelming him. But this was unfamiliar territory, and they both knew they had to tread carefully.
Donghyuck didn't say anything; instead, he let his gaze shamelessly wander over Mark's body. His eyes lingered on the older's toned abdomen and the space just below. Mark allowed it for a moment before smirking.
"Like what you see?" he asked in a low, teasing tone.
Donghyuck bit his lip in response. Before he could say anything, Mark reached into the drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers.
Donghyuck wasn't sure what to expect, but he didn't pull away. He just waited. When he finally felt Mark's cool fingertips brush against his entrance, a soft moan slipped past his lips. That sound made Mark shift his focus, his gaze snapping up to Donghyuck's face instead.
He leaned in, kissing him deeply as he gently pressed a finger inside. Despite the distraction, Donghyuck still managed to gasp out his name.
"We'll take it slow, baby," Mark whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Take your time-we have all night."
Donghyuck barely registered the words. His body tensed at the unfamiliar stretch, his breathing uneven as he tried to adjust. The burn was persistent, not unbearable, but enough to steal his focus. He didn't even realize at first that Mark was kissing his face soft, deliberate kisses placed over every mole, every inch of skin within reach. He only noticed when the sting dulled slightly, his mind catching up to the warmth of Mark's lips against his skin. The pet name, the gentle praises whispered against his ear, the way Mark's fingers moved with care it all blurred together in the haze of sensation.
Mark continued whispering soft praises into his ear, occasionally nipping at his earlobe, sucking on the sensitive skin. All the while, his fingers kept moving slow, careful, and deliberate.
"You good, baby? How are you feeling?" The older asked as he kept fingering the younger. Donghyuck's eyes were closed, and his hand rested on the back of Mark's head, holding him by the nape.
"It's strange. I mean, at first. But I guess I'm used to it now."
He took a deep breath.
"Add one more," he said in one breath.
The older checked his facial expression; his free hand moved to Donghyuck's cheek. He gently turned the younger's face toward him and closed the small distance between them with a kiss. As he kissed him slowly, he added a second finger. Donghyuck was getting used to the feeling, and unexpectedly, he started pushing back. against the older's fingers.
Mark noticed the small movement and grinned against the kiss.
He started to scissor his fingers inside the younger. Donghyuck's loud moans filled the room, though some were swallowed by Mark's kisses.
As Donghyuck's body rolled against Mark's fingers, the older teased his entrance with a third finger. Donghyuck lay with his eyes closed, but Mark was watching his every movement. The aching erection was unbearable for the older, and he felt as if he could come just from the sight of the younger.
His body was flawless. Mark never thought he would be this mesmerized by a man- especially Donghyuck. The sounds the latter made were driving Mark insane. Each moan added to the growing ache in his groin, and precum spilled from his tip.
The third finger didn't hurt Donghyuck, as Mark slid in without difficulty due to the generous amount of lube. Now, the younger only wanted release-his only focus was making both of them come. After a while, he tried to pull away from Mark's fingers, but the movement made the older brush against a certain spot inside him.
"Ah-Ma-rk. There-you-ah, you did something there. Keep going," the younger uttered, moaning and letting out loud whimpers.
Mark realized he had found Donghyuck's prostate and began teasing the area. Now, Donghyuck was completely losing control. His body squirmed under Mark, trembling uncontrollably.
"I think you're ready, Hyuck," the older said, continuing to finger the younger and stimulating his prostate.
Donghyuck nodded, eyes shut tight, and whimpered as Mark withdrew his fingers.
“I’m going to go slow, okay? You don’t have to worry,” Mark said as he straightened up and reached for a condom in his drawer. He rolled it on and coated himself with a generous amount of lube.
Donghyuck lay with half lidded eyes, his flushed erection and open, reddened entrance fully on display for Mark. When Mark returned to his previous position, he noticed that the younger had covered his eyes with his arm. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to Donghyuck’s parted lips. The touch made Donghyuck look at him, his honey-colored hair slightly damp against his forehead. With a silent nod, he gave Mark the green light to continue.
The moment Mark’s tip pressed against him, just barely slipping inside, they both let out a shaky breath. Mark forced himself to be careful, while Donghyuck’s body trembled beneath him. As Mark gradually pushed in, slender fingers clung to his shoulders. He moved with deliberate slowness, just as he had promised, pausing occasionally to check Donghyuck’s expression. Each time, Donghyuck only nodded in response, never once stopping him. His hands slid from Mark’s shoulders down his back, and as Mark pressed deeper, Donghyuck no longer held back his voice, moaning unabashedly. His nails dug into Mark’s skin, his body tightening instinctively around the intrusion.
“I’ll wait for you to adjust,” Mark whispered against his ear.
Donghyuck’s legs were wrapped around Mark’s waist. They were in a missionary position one he had always avoided in past experiences, yet with Mark, it felt different. He felt different.
“Why the fuck do you feel so big? I swear I’m about to explode I can feel you everywhere,” Donghyuck complained breathlessly.
Mark chuckled at that, kissing him again. Their lips moved together for a while until Donghyuck finally pulled back, gasping.
“You can move faster,” he murmured against Mark’s lips.
Mark didn’t hesitate. His pace quickened not rough, but deep and deliberate. Each thrust sent heat curling through Donghyuck’s body, the pressure alone enough to push him toward the edge. Mark was overwhelming in every way, and Donghyuck found himself fully surrendering to it.
From time to time, Mark’s lips wandered to the younger’s neck, leaving soft bruises in their wake. He sucked gently at the tender skin, as if trying to kiss away the ache. The heat surrounding him, the unbearable tightness, was driving him insane. Meanwhile, Donghyuck was taking everything Mark was giving, his body surrendering completely. He had never felt satisfaction like this before not even alcohol could erase the intensity of this feeling from his mind.
“I’m close,” Mark breathed out, his voice rough and strained.
Right after saying it, he picked up the pace. His thrusts were perfectly angled, relentless, striking the same spot over and over again. Donghyuck could feel it Mark was abusing his prostate with every movement. He could do nothing but moan, his fingers digging into Mark’s back, his legs tightening around his hips. His hands wandered up to Mark’s undercut, occasionally tugging at his damp hair. Every now and then, their lips met in another heated kiss, despite having been kissing all night. But this time, it felt different. It was intense. For both of them.
Donghyuck was the first to come, his climax hitting him hard the moment he heard Mark’s strained whimpers. The older’s voice was too hot for him to handle, and for a split second, he thought, 'It’s surprising that I even managed to hold back until now.'
His eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook him, his breath catching in his throat. His release painted his stomach, white and warm, while Mark kept moving inside him. But Donghyuck clenched down as he came, and the sudden tightness was all it took for Mark to lose control. With a sharp groan, he came as well, spilling into the condom inside of Donghyuck.
Through his haze, Donghyuck forced his heavy eyes open, wanting to see Mark in that moment. The sight nearly made his stomach twist with desire all over again. Mark was gorgeous, even as he unraveled, his skin glistening with sweat. His head tilted back, jaw slack, Adam’s apple bobbing with every breath. He looked utterly wrecked.
As Mark’s orgasm faded, Donghyuck wasted no time he pulled him in, catching his breath against the older’s shoulder before leaning in to suck a final bruise onto his neck. Mark barely had the strength to pull out before collapsing into the empty space beside him.
No matter how hard they tried, neither of them could fight the weight of exhaustion pulling them under. The warmth of each other’s bodies was the last thing they felt as the night gave way to morning.
The morning was anything but ordinary. Donghyuck woke up while Mark was in the shower. Everything was blurry, yet he still remembered almost everything. He didn’t know what to do or what to think that’s why he ran away quickly. A quick shower in his own bathroom, and then bam. He was no longer in their home. Grabbing his essentials, he found himself at his friend’s place.
“So, you fought with Mark?”
Jaemin asked calmly. This wasn’t the first time. Back then, it was Mark who had come to visit him. They were alike but still clueless about each other.
“You could say that, yeah,” Donghyuck answered as he stepped inside the pink-haired guy’s home.
“So? Won’t you tell me?”
Donghyuck kept walking until he reached the guest room.
“Nah, not this time.”
Jaemin didn’t ask again.
The rest of the week went by peacefully. Donghyuck attended his classes, and Mark did the same. Donghyuck didn’t attend Mark’s basketball game, and Mark didn’t question it. They didn’t see each other for even a second, nor did they text. Now, the semester break was already here, and they were both acting clueless.
For Mark, he was trying not to think about it. He was avoiding the whole night, but it haunted him during the nights. He kept sweeping it under the rug, never facing it. Sometimes, he even dreamed about that night, involuntarily. But he never let himself think about it. Whenever that event crossed his mind, he focused on something else. One time, he tried to learn how to cook (since it was Donghyuck’s job before). It was a disaster, but he still managed to distract himself. Or so he thought. Because while trying to cook, he couldn’t help but think about the younger boy more. Not about that night, but about the tanned boy.
Meanwhile, Donghyuck was acting like nothing had happened as well. He hung out with Jaemin, playing board games and planning the upcoming frat party. It was nice, but he also checked his phone regularly. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he kept checking it. The honey haired boy was too much of a coward to accept it.
“Donghyuck, what are you doing with your phone? I thought you were going shopping for alcohol.”
“Yeah, nothing. I’m going now.”
Donghyuck was not just clueless about Mark, he was clueless about Jaemin as well.
During his stay at the pink haired boy’s house, he had, of course, noticed Jaemin texting someone. But Jaemin never mentioned anything, and since they didn’t talk much, Donghyuck assumed he was just messaging a friend or family member. There was no reason to think otherwise.
That is, until the party started.
The first person to arrive was Jeno. Donghyuck didn’t think much of it Jeno was their flatmate, after all. But what he wasn’t expecting was the way Jaemin greeted him: a kiss, square on the mouth.
Donghyuck had to admit out of all greeting styles, this one felt the most sincere.
“So… how long has this been going on?” he asked without hesitation.
The party was already in full swing. People were drinking, talking, dancing, lost in their own little worlds.
“It’s still new,” Jaemin answered, his tone light, almost teasing. “A day before you and Mark fought.”
At that, Jeno pressed a quick kiss to Jaemin’s cheek, a silent show of affection that made Donghyuck’s stomach churn in an odd way.
“Wait, what fight? You guys fought? Why?” Jeno’s attention was now fully on Donghyuck.
Donghyuck averted his gaze, staring at anything but Jeno’s curious eyes. He knew how close Jeno and Mark were, and he wasn’t about to explain that.
“You don’t need to waste your breath, babe,” Jaemin cut in, giving Donghyuck a knowing look. “He won’t tell.”
And just like that, Donghyuck found himself wanting to escape.
“You know what? I’m gonna go dance. See you guys later.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked straight to the dance floor.
He hadn’t had much to drink yet just a beer but he figured he’d get drunk as the night went on. He let himself melt into the music, swaying to the rhythm, letting the atmosphere of the party wrap around him like a comforting haze. His eyes wandered, scanning the room, searching for someone new.
But this was their flat, and almost everyone here was his friend. He knew, deep down, that even if he wanted to hook up with someone tonight or even just make out for a little while it probably wouldn’t happen. Not here. Not now.
Life, however, had different plans.
As he made his way toward the drinks, he stopped in his tracks.
There, across the room, stood the most familiar face he had seen all night.
Not Jaemin. Not Jeno.
Mark.
His flatmate, whom he hadn’t seen in weeks.
His best friend, whom he had slept with.
The first guy he had ever slept with.
Mark was dressed simply just a fitted black T-shirt that clung to his frame, not oversized like he usually wore, and well-fitted jeans that made his legs look longer. His hair was shorter now, the undercut still there, but his bangs had been trimmed. His forehead was on full display.
And he wasn’t alone.
Donghyuck’s breath hitched slightly as he took in the sight before him Mark, standing with a girl he didn’t recognize. She was laughing at something he had said, her fingers occasionally brushing against his bicep.
Mark was grinning. The kind of grin that made his crescent eyes disappear, the kind that reached all the way to his cheeks, making him look effortlessly radiant.
Donghyuck felt… something.
But it wasn’t jealousy.
Not anger.
Not even regret.
It was longing.
Not for that night. Not for their kisses. Not even for the best sex he had ever had.
It wasn’t the way Mark touched him that came to mind. It wasn’t the way he praised him, nor the way he made him feel wanted.
He just missed him.
Like a man wandering in a desert, parched and desperate, finally seeing water on the horizon.
He stared at him for what felt like forever. His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to do something anything. But all he could do was watch.
Then, finally, he forced himself to move.
He tore his gaze away, made his way to the bar, and grabbed another beer. His fingers wrapped around the cold bottle, grounding him as he took a sip. He reached into his pocket for his phone, opening the camera app and snapping a few pictures of what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe the crowd. Maybe the party. Maybe just something to distract himself.
And yet, on the other side of the room, Mark felt something shift.
It wasn’t physical, but it was there a strange pull in his chest, a shift in the air.
The girl beside him had stopped talking, giving him a chance to glance around. He didn’t know what he was searching for until his eyes landed on him.
Donghyuck.
Sitting at the bar, phone in hand, sipping his drink like he wasn’t thinking about anything at all.
Mark didn’t know how long he stood there, just watching him.
But when he finally looked away,
the girl was gone.
As the night went on, Donghyuck found himself in the middle of the dance floor. His thoughts were simple: “If I can’t get laid, I’ll dance until the party’s over.” But it wasn’t the most logical thought, especially since his energy was running low, and the beer he’d drunk earlier had him now waiting in line for the bathroom.
Every time he looked around, he saw people either making out or flirting. He didn’t mind it, but it stung that he couldn’t be part of that. All he could think about was Mark. He wanted to hit his head against the wall in frustration.
His overthinking didn’t stop even after he got out of the bathroom line. The music had changed, becoming more energetic, and with everyone else leaving the bathroom, Donghyuck thought for a brief moment that maybe tonight had some luck left for him. He’d planned to make his bathroom stop quick, but just as he was washing his hands, a body walked out of one of the toilet stalls. A familiar body.
He didn’t say anything, just continued washing his hands. The older boy was staring at him without hesitation. Maybe he was waiting for Donghyuck to say something, but Donghyuck wasn’t planning to. The short bathroom break was turning out to be anything but, and Donghyuck couldn’t help but meet his gaze in the mirror.
When he finally finished washing his hands, he was getting ready to leave, but Mark’s voice stopped him.
“When are you coming home?”
Donghyuck froze for a moment. He couldn’t read anything in Mark’s voice, just a hint of curiosity, but nothing more.
“Why are you asking?” Donghyuck replied calmly, trying to act like he didn’t care. He avoided eye contact, but Mark held his gaze at least, he tried to because Donghyuck refused to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“I’m with someone. If you’re planning to come today, I’m going to take her to a hotel,” Mark said directly.
That made Donghyuck look at him. He couldn’t help but let his face betray his emotions.
“Yes, I’m coming home tonight. Take her somewhere else,” the younger replied. As he dried his hands, he avoided the older’s eyes once again and left the bathroom because if he stayed any longer, he was sure he would go insane.
As he made his way onto the dance floor, he couldn’t stop himself from overthinking the moment. He was furious, and that much was obvious Donghyuck accepted that. He was furious because he had avoided Mark for a whole week. He hadn’t seen him anywhere, hadn’t heard his voice, hadn’t even received a single text. And yet, the older didn’t seem to give a single fuck. He was speaking so casually, as if nothing had happened.
Not that Donghyuck wanted to talk about last week, but Mark’s words made him feel worthless. And truthfully, he hadn’t even planned on going back to their apartment tonight. He just didn’t want Mark to fuck someone else in his bed the place where, just last week, they had lost themselves in each other.
When the memories he had been trying to escape started resurfacing, Donghyuck moved his body to the music, trying to distract himself. Once again, he let himself sway, feeling the heavy bass pulse through his veins. And he had no intention of stopping at least, that’s what he told himself.
But then, he saw Mark again.
The girl from earlier was with him, and they were leaving together. Frustration started to boil inside him. He didn’t like this not one bit. And the brief moment their eyes met across the room only made it worse.
Mark walked out, and Donghyuck could do nothing.
~
As the night stretched on, he hadn’t expected this to happen. Now, he was in an empty room at a house party, pressing his lips against the nape of one of his past one-night stands. He couldn’t even remember her name.
What had brought him to this moment were the stares he had felt burning into him all night. It was as if they were searing into his skin, refusing to let him forget. Desperate to find the owner of the gaze that had been setting his body on fire, he scanned the room. And then, he saw her.
For once, he didn’t care. He decided to break his own one-night stand rule tonight. Even when he reached her, he didn’t say a single word. He simply took her hand and led her toward one of the empty rooms.
He started by kissing her cheek, slowly moving toward her neck. But as the images of last week flooded his mind, something inside him shifted. His kisses turned rougher, more desperate, his teeth grazing against her skin. His hands moved from her waist to her chest, caressing her in slow, teasing motions.
The girl did nothing but moan and let him. She parted her legs, allowing Donghyuck to slip his knee between them.
“Are we going to your place or mine?” the girl asked.
Donghyuck didn’t answer he just kissed her. But something was off. The friction, the heat it wasn’t there. He tried harder, sliding his hands down to grip her ass, pulling her closer, pressing her against his groin. Still, nothing.
The girl didn’t seem to notice. She kept whimpering, whispering dirty words, her hands wandering trailing over his chest, squeezing him through his jeans.
Still nothing.
Donghyuck exhaled sharply and pulled away. “Uh… I think that’s it for tonight.”
The girl blinked at him, clearly surprised.
“I just- I can’t get in the mood,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I could, but… I’m not even hard. Sorry.”
Before she could respond, he left. Out of the room, out of the party, heading straight home. He took out his phone and opened the Uber app. The short wait for the car felt like it would never end.
He felt like needed sleep. Maybe even a whole week of it.
~
The ride home after a week felt the same as always yet there was something else lingering in the air, something unsettling. Donghyuck couldn’t quite grasp the feeling, but he knew it wasn’t good. It gnawed at him, an irritation just beneath his skin, something unsafe.
Mark isn’t home, so I’ll just sleep, he thought, trying to shake off the unease. His mind was cluttered with questions he wasn’t ready to face. He knew they would catch up to him eventually, haunt him when he least expected, but for now, he let them slide.
When he arrived at the apartment, one he hadn’t set foot in for what felt like a long time, he hesitated. His thoughts spiraled. How did we end up like this? What happens now? What happens to our friendship? What happens to this shared space, this house that was supposed to be ours?
Stepping into the elevator, he caught his reflection in the mirror. The resemblance was unmistakable, he looked like himself, but at the same time, he didn’t. His expression was hollow, his eyes distant. I look sad. Not just any kind of sad, he looked exhausted, defeated.
All week, he had been avoiding Mark in every way possible. He stayed away from places where he might run into him, even skipped his own classes, despite the fact that they weren’t even in the same ones. He hadn’t just avoided Mark, he had avoided the possibility of him.
The boy staring back at him in the mirror was still him, same face, same features, but he could see it now, the weight of emotion behind his eyes. Even wearing Jaemin’s clothes, even with the remnants of makeup still clinging to his skin, he looked worn out. Tired. Sick and tired.
The elevator doors slid open, and he stepped out. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his keys, only to realize, this wasn’t his. It was Mark’s. A small Spiderman keychain dangled from the ring, one Donghyuck had probably grabbed by accident without thinking. He let out a humorless, broken smile before unlocking the door.
Kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat, he moved toward his room. But then he saw it, a dim light spilling into the hallway. The television was on, muted. Confusion flickered through his mind. Did Mark leave it on?
But as he took another step, he saw something he wasn’t expecting.
Mark.
Sitting on the couch, in that spot, the place where everything had started. His head was bowed, hands tangled in his hair, face hidden from view.
Donghyuck didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until Mark stirred at the sound of his presence. Slowly, he lifted his head, and their eyes met.
“You’re home,” Mark said, voice thick with disbelief.
Donghyuck blinked. “I mean… I told you I was coming today.” His tone was casual, but the air between them was anything but. Mark, however, dropped his gaze again.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” he admitted, voice quieter this time.
Donghyuck hesitated for a second before speaking. “Why are you here, Mark?” The words slipped out before he could stop them. He wasn’t supposed to care. He wasn’t supposed to ask. But he did.
Mark had mentioned taking a girl to a hotel. That was the last thing Donghyuck had heard about his night. It hadn’t been that long maybe an hour, maybe less. Did he change his mind?
His stomach twisted at the thought.
“Is she here right now?” Donghyuck’s voice was sharper than he intended. “Is that why you’re surprised? You weren’t expecting me, so you brought her here, didn’t you—”
“God, no!”
Mark cut him off before he could finish, voice louder now, eyes snapping up to meet his. For the first time that night, there was something raw in his expression.
“No. She’s not here. I—” He swallowed hard, fingers curling into his jeans. “I didn’t… I mean, we didn’t—” He exhaled sharply, looking like he hated the words he was about to say. “Nothing happened. At all.”
“Oh.”
The sound slipped out before Donghyuck could stop it shocked, uncertain. He hadn’t expected Mark to have gone through the same thing as him. He hadn’t even considered it a possibility. But now, sitting here, facing Mark, that assumption shattered.
A strange tension hung between them, thick and suffocating. Mark looked like he was struggling to find the right words, his hands clasped together between his knees, fingers twitching slightly. His knee bounced once, then stopped when he forced it still.
“And also Donghyuck, can we talk?”
Mark’s voice cut through the silence, sudden and raw.
It had been a long time since they’d talked like this really talked. For a moment, Donghyuck considered ignoring it, brushing it off with a joke. But instead, he exhaled slowly and sank onto the couch beside Mark, waiting.
Mark hesitated. He rubbed his palms against his jeans, then finally spoke.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay or anything. And, I mean, you’re not either.” His voice was careful, deliberate, as if he was trying to convince himself as much as he was convincing Donghyuck. “But… we shared a moment.”
He flicked his gaze toward Donghyuck, searching for a reaction.
Donghyuck stayed silent. His face was unreadable, but his body was tense, shoulders drawn up ever so slightly.
Mark took that as permission to continue.
“We live together, and neither of us is moving out anytime soon. So, I’ve been thinking about it all week,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “I tried to find someone to hook up with, you know, but it’s not that easy. And I know your rule about not sleeping with someone you’ve already slept with.”
He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair.
“But… I’m your flatmate. We’re going to be around each other for a long time. It’s not like we can just pretend it didn’t happen. So, I was thinking… if we keep this going, it could be beneficial for both of us. Don’t you think? No more leaving socks on the doorknobs. No more texting each other, ‘I’m having sex, come home late.’ No more…” He trailed off, biting the inside of his cheek.
Silence stretched between them, heavy and unyielding.
If someone had told Donghyuck before that Mark would ever say something like this, he would have laughed hard.
But now?
Now, there was nothing funny about it. Because Mark was serious. Dead serious. And he was waiting for an answer.
Donghyuck’s fingers curled slightly against his knee as he turned the idea over in his head. He tried to be logical, reasonable. He thought about how he had felt nothing with that girl. How he didn’t want to ruin whatever fragile balance they had.
And, well… the great sex they’d had.
“…Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah… why not? I get your point.”
Donghyuck tried to sound casual, like this wasn’t a big deal. But the rapid beating of his heart betrayed him, echoing in his ears.
“Also… today, it happened to me too.”
The words tumbled out before he could stop them. The space between them, already thin, seemed to shrink even more.
Mark’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”
His voice was softer now, tinged with curiosity. His eyes glimmered, locked onto Donghyuck’s face, reading every flicker of hesitation.
“Before I came home, I was making out with some girl, but… it didn’t end well.” Donghyuck swallowed, feeling the weight of his own admission. “I mean, I didn’t—I couldn’t… yeah.”
Understanding dawned in Mark’s expression, but instead of teasing or brushing it off, he simply leaned in, just enough for their knees to press together. His presence was steady, unwavering.
“You wanted to get laid tonight?” he asked, voice lower now, almost testing the waters.
Donghyuck nodded.
“But you couldn’t?”
Another nod.
A pause. Then, Mark’s voice dropped to something dangerously close to a whisper.
“Do you want me to do something about it?”
His hand moved, slow and deliberate, fingers skimming along Donghyuck’s thigh too close, not close enough. Donghyuck’s breath hitched. He stared at Mark’s hand, his gaze lingering on the touch, feeling the warmth seeping through the fabric of his jeans. The older one was waiting for permission.
When he finally lifted his head, Mark was right there. Close enough that he could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, close enough that his breath ghosted over Donghyuck’s lips. But he didn’t move further. He was still waiting.
Waiting for him.
So Donghyuck nodded.
And the moment he did, Mark closed the remaining space between them.
As their lips met over the weekend, they crashed into each other with a hunger, searching for the emotions they had missed all week and failed to find in anyone else.
The kiss started slow almost careful. But there was no mistaking the intent behind it. Mark’s lips moved against his, firm yet soft, drawing him in, grounding him and unraveling him all at once. Donghyuck couldn’t help the sound that slipped past his lips, a quiet, breathy moan against Mark’s mouth.
That was all it took for restraint to snap.
Mark’s hand gripped his thigh, fingers pressing in just enough to make Donghyuck shiver. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, coaxing Donghyuck into following his lead. And Donghyuck followed without hesitation, without second guessing, as if this was exactly where he was meant to be.
Mark pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against Donghyuck’s. His lips were slightly swollen, eyes dark with something dangerously close to desperation.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, voice husky, breathless. “You’re driving me insane. You kiss like you were made for this.”
He leaned in again, barely giving Donghyuck a chance to react before catching his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging just enough to make the younger shiver.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Mark whispered against his lips, pressing closer, like he couldn’t stand even a sliver of distance between them. “I can’t stop myself.”
Donghyuck let out a breathy laugh, though it hitched slightly when Mark’s hands tightened on his waist. “Then don’t.”
Mark groaned, tilting Donghyuck’s chin up before diving back in, claiming his lips again like he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
The kiss kept going messily. Both were enjoying the moment, and for Donghyuck, the kiss he had shared with the girl was long forgotten. He couldn’t even find any passion or friction in that one, but currently? He was so close to losing his mind. Mark’s lips were incredible, doing exactly what Donghyuck wanted them to do, and the younger’s body was responding to the older one’s actions immediately.
The kisses turned into little pecks over time; sometimes they separated because of the desperate need for air. During those separations, they eyed each other, almost fucking each other with their stares. Sometimes they couldn’t even keep their hands to themselves during the breathing breaks; their touches were everywhere. Mark’s hands were everywhere. He was snoring against the younger one’s body, crawling up his back, and caressing his legs. Donghyuck was massaging Mark’s neck, giggling when the latter’s hands tickled him deliberately, meeting his lips again and again for the third time.
The melancholic feeling was almost forgotten in Donghyuck’s mind since he was pretty pleased with his position right now. And Mark also looked like he was enjoying the previous event very much.
In one of their breath breaks, the clothes started to meet the floor of the sitting room. First, Donghyuck’s pants became loose, and second, Mark’s T-shirt met the floor.
While Mark’s hands were roaming over the bare, smooth legs, Donghyuck continued to roam the older man’s chest, finding it appropriate to take advantage of the bare skin. Mark was sometimes squeezing Donghyuck’s ass, and each time, another sound that made him turn on would reach his ears. When he did, he briefly parted the kissing lips to leave a mark on his neck, but turned back before it was too late.
“Mark, take your jeans off with the boxers right now,” the younger confessed, “or I will die.”
And who was Mark to decline the prettiest boy’s order? So he complained:
“We need to find the answer to this after we are done with it, Hyuck. The friction is just so good; I have never felt something like this before during sex. I feel like I’m going to explode,” said the black haired boy as he obeyed Donghyuck’s wish.
“It’s probably because it kind of feels forbidden, and it’s a secret. Plus, we haven’t seen each other for a week. You must’ve missed me,” Donghyuck replied.
“You can’t even imagine,” Mark breathed out.
A teasing expression appeared on Donghyuck’s face.
“Hmm, no. But why don’t you show me, handsome boy?”
With that, Mark was no longer wearing clothes, and as soon as Donghyuck finished the sentence, the older boy was on him again, this time focusing on the younger’s neck, kissing all the important parts, while also stripping the younger.
They didn’t waste any time, and soon a finger was inside Donghyuck.
“How does it feel?”
Mark’s curious eyes were on him. He was also moving his finger in and out.
“At first, it was weird, but I got used to the feeling, I guess.”
“Hmm, that soon?”
“I mean, it’s just a finger, not your whole fist.”
“Oh, about that, how about—”
Donghyuck didn’t let Mark finish the sentence by kissing him hard, biting the older one’s lips, and then rolling his tongue over them. While the wet kiss was still going on, Donghyuck reached for Mark’s hand and placed it down on his ass. He got rid of the single finger while kissing and held Mark’s two fingers. He guided them through his hole and now took two fingers.
“How does that feel?”
“A little more intense, but alright.”
“Want me to add the last one?”
“Go ahead.”
And right after that, Donghyuck was taking three fingers. It was alright; yes, the burning was there, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Mark was once again questioning the younger man with his eyes, wondering how it felt to take three fingers.
“You know we have a prostate in our anus, right?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then why are you still wondering?”
“It’s not that.”
Mark averted his eyes.
“I’m trying to understand if you feel good. I mean, how are you feeling? Are you satisfied? Is it good? Am I getting close to your prostate? Or—ah, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”
The younger man hid his face with his two hands. This was so much different from the first time they had sex. There was too much talking going on. Mark was actually trying to make it good for Donghyuck too. Yes, that was how it should be, but the effort and the questions were a little bit too much.
“It’s okay, Mark. It’s just—I’m inexperienced, just like you. I don’t know any more or less, but when you curled your fingers, it did feel good.”
“Like this?”
He curled his fingers, trying to find the younger’s prostate. The curling motion of his fingers started to massage the area, which was the exact spot.
“Ah, fuck yeah, baby, keep doing that.”
Donghyuck couldn’t help but close his eyes. The pleasure was right there, and the urge to close his legs with his eyes was unstoppable, but Mark didn’t allow it. After a few seconds, he removed his fingers, which led to Donghyuck opening his eyes.
“Just for the record, you were doing so well, so why stop?”
Mark answered with a giggle, a cute one, but due to the event that was going on, it came across to Donghyuck as something else, something hot. He also found the jeans that were right next to him, pulled his wallet out of them, and took the condom from his wallet.
Donghyuck didn’t utter a word and watched the older man’s movements. The dim light from the TV and the commercials that were playing made it easier to see the older man. As he put on the condom, Donghyuck stared at Mark’s crotch area. Mark was bigger and thicker than Donghyuck, and there was precum that Donghyuck managed to see before Mark put on the condom. The V-line was amazing, and Donghyuck appreciated Mark’s body. He was so hot. The more he looked at Mark, the more blood rushed to his own cock. When the tip of the other male’s cock touched his rim, his hole couldn’t help but start gaping.
“Damn, baby, look at you. Can’t wait to feel it, huh?”
“Oh, shut up and put it in already, Mark.”
“Whatever you say, beautiful.”
When the tip was inside, the burning feeling was much more intense than with three fingers. The wetness of the condom made it easier to slip in, and Donghyuck was sure that if Mark didn’t hold himself back, he could easily bottom out. But instead, Mark was being slow; he was checking Donghyuck’s face as if trying to see if it was hurting. The occasional kisses were still happening, but this time, Mark was kissing him as he pushed further, as if trying to ease the pain, distracting Donghyuck from the aching feeling with kisses. And he was so cute while doing it. Donghyuck’s eyes were shining when he looked at Mark. He was so goddamn gentle. The younger felt like giggling, so he didn’t stop the giggle that was urging him. When he giggled, the older man’s eyes, which had been focused on their connecting place, moved to Donghyuck’s face again, trying to understand what was funny.
But Donghyuck didn’t say anything. He just found Mark’s shoulder, placed his hands on it, pulled the older man closer to him, connected their lips again, smiling into the kiss, and urged Mark to go deeper by wrapping his legs around Mark’s hips. This ended up with Mark bottoming out, and it led to the deep moans of the pair filling the room.
“Ah, wait, Mark, don’t move.”
The honey haired boy moaned out, and Mark immediately obeyed. Donghyuck’s eyes were tightly shut as he tried to adjust to the feeling.
Meanwhile, the older was kissing the younger’s face, waiting patiently for him to get used to it. Donghyuck couldn’t open his eyes to meet Mark’s gaze, but it was okay Mark was pressing kisses onto his closed eyelids anyway. It wasn’t like he could open them right away.
After some time, Donghyuck decided to test the waters and slightly opened his eyes. Mark’s face was so close, their lips just a breath apart.
He leaned in and kissed Mark deeply, almost forgetting the pain, while his hands moved up to Mark’s head, brushing over his cheeks, and guiding him down his neck as he loosened his legs that had been tightly wrapped around the older seconds ago.
Mark understood immediately. After placing a few kisses on Donghyuck’s neck ,somewhere close to his ear but not quite ,he began to move with slow, deliberate thrusts. Donghyuck’s moans filled the room, mixing with Mark’s deep groans.
Their bodies pressed so tightly against each other that even the air couldn’t slip between them. Donghyuck’s cock was trapped between them, rubbing against their bodies, creating a sensation similar to jerking off. And when Mark’s thrusts hit his prostate just right, the pleasure became overwhelming.
Mark lifted his face from Donghyuck’s neck just to kiss him again ,this time messier, wetter. Their tongues tangled desperately as they sucked and shared each other’s breath, the room filled with the sound of wet kisses and broken moans.
As Mark’s thrusts grew faster and rougher with each second, Donghyuck felt himself getting close. Mark noticed, he grabbed the younger’s wrists, pinning them down, while with his other hand, he spread Donghyuck’s legs wider and pounded into him even harder, directly abusing his prostate.
The pleasure was unbearable. Donghyuck wasn’t even moaning anymore ,he was screaming, the only word on his lips being Mark’s name. He clenched around Mark’s cock, trying to push himself even closer, though it was nearly impossible with how fiercely Mark was moving.
Through the screaming, he managed to gasp out that he was close, and with a final thrust, Mark pinned Donghyuck’s cock between their bodies again, never slowing down.
Even through the kiss, Donghyuck’s orgasm hit him hard, making him scream into Mark’s mouth. His eyes rolled back, and his body shook violently, clenching even tighter around Mark’s cock, which instantly triggered Mark’s release as well, spilling deep inside the younger as he continued thrusting through it.
When Mark finally collapsed over Donghyuck, still inside him, neither of them said a word. They simply listened to the sound of their ragged breathing, the room now thick with sweat and the smell of sex.
It was late; they were both exhausted and drenched, their bodies messy and tangled.
Before completely passing out, Mark somehow managed to carry Donghyuck’s limp body to his bedroom, falling asleep with him still held tightly in his arms.
In the morning, the first one to wake up was Mark. After the long night, the sleep he had just gotten felt like medicine; he felt energetic and recharged. The sun was peeking through the blinds, and he realized the blanket wasn’t fully covering him. That’s when he noticed the warm body of the honey-haired boy lying right next to him.
More precisely, he felt the younger’s breath against his neck.
And now he was fully awake, yesterday’s visions flooding back to him, along with the deal they had made. As he considered everything that had happened, one thing was certain:
He had no regrets.
The sex with Donghyuck had been comfortable and satisfying. Last night had been incredibly intense and yet so easy at the same time. Mark was sure he had never felt this much for any of his previous partners.
When he thought about why, he came to a simple conclusion: they were flatmates.
And during their time sharing a home, they had inevitably gotten to know each other… maybe more than they should have.
One time, Mark had come home earlier than expected because his phone had died and he didn’t have his charger with him. He just needed to stop by quickly and grab it.
But as soon as he stepped inside, he heard unmistakable noises ,explicit sounds, coming from Donghyuck’s room. And when he had to pass by Donghyuck’s door to get to his own, the sock on the doorknob told him everything he needed to know.
He grabbed his charger as fast as he could and left the apartment without saying a word.
But it was impossible not to hear certain things.
Since that day, Mark knew one thing about Donghyuck: he loved it when people kissed the area under his ear.
Something similar had happened another time, too.
After a long day at a basketball tournament, Mark had come home completely sore, arms, shoulders, neck, legs… basically everywhere. And when you hurt all over, it’s hard to even know where to start.
That day, Donghyuck was already home since he didn’t have any classes. When Mark arrived, Donghyuck was curled up on the living room couch, scrolling on his phone under a blanket.
As Mark stumbled in with groans, Donghyuck looked up to check on him.
“Are you okay?”
“I can’t really say that.”
“What happened?”
“Apparently, if you’re the basketball captain, tournaments are twice as brutal. Double the practices, double the matches.”
“Oh, that sounds awful.”
Mark threw himself onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.
“You have no idea.”
Donghyuck stared at the exhausted body for a few seconds, then suddenly announced:
“Okay, I’m going to take care of you.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“No excuses, Minhyung Lee.”
That day, Donghyuck cooked him chicken soup (Mark was pretty sure it had all the vitamins possible), made him some tea (Mark couldn’t even remember what kind), prepared a hot water bottle to warm him up because it was snowing outside, and massaged his aching muscles, which was basically every muscle he had.
Soon, Mark felt completely relaxed, and even a little healed.
After that, during a normal dinner at home, Donghyuck couldn’t resist teasing him about it.
“You know, you were moaning while I was massaging you. Do you like being touched there?”
He snickered.
“Oh my god, Mark, did you get turned on while I was massaging you?”
Mark threw a napkin at him.
“Oh, shut up, Donghyuck.”
Mark didn’t know how many minutes he spent thinking about those moments, but the groaning sound of his stomach reminded him to get up and prepare something to eat. After checking his phone (which shocked him because of how late it was), he headed to the kitchen to check the fridge.
Since Donghyuck hadn’t been home all week, Mark was upset ,and he couldn’t cook well either, so the fridge was almost empty. Mark tried to find something to cook, something simple, something easy, but even eggs were eliminated, since they felt too risky.
He didn’t know how many minutes had passed, but when he opened the freezer, he came across the frozen croissants, which had been his go-to breakfast when Donghyuck wasn’t around. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten they even existed. The whole week had felt like a nightmare to him.
He waited for the croissants to reach room temperature, prepared the oven, microwaved the chocolate, and while he was cutting the fruits, Donghyuck appeared in the kitchen, newly woken up, wearing just boxers and a long T-shirt, rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.”
Donghyuck murmured sleepily. Mark stared at the younger for a second. He seemed like he didn’t know what to do or where to stand, just standing there, staring at the floor, nothing more. Mark reached out without thinking twice, placing his hand under the younger’s chin, lifting it and meeting his lips.
The kiss was slow. At first, Donghyuck didn’t understand what was happening, or if this should even be happening. Either way, he stopped thinking and kissed Mark back. As the taste of toothpaste mixed in their mouths, both bodies found comfort in each other. It wasn’t a messy kiss; there was nothing frantic about it. It was just an innocent, morning kiss. When their mouths finally separated, the younger met the older’s eyes and spoke up.
“Is this how it’s going to be from now on?”
He asked with a dizzy voice, holding onto Mark’s arms to prevent him from stepping back. Fortunately, Mark had no intention of moving away.
“If you want it too, yeah.”
Mark said again, without hesitation.
“Too?”
The older smiled softly, his right hand now stroking the younger’s cheek slowly.
“Mhm.”
He murmured, right before leaning in toward Donghyuck’s plump lips again, but not connecting them right away. He waited for an answer.
The answer came without words, the younger closed the distance between them.
A few seconds passed as they made out in the middle of the kitchen. The warmth of the sun touched their bodies, and they could feel every degree of heat in the kiss. Mark felt like Donghyuck had gathered all the sunlight onto himself, like he was controlling it. He simply obeyed, letting his body melt into the younger’s, allowing him to lead the kiss.
And Donghyuck was so good at it. His lips moved almost like a professional, as if he were an expert at kissing (though Mark wasn’t sure such a thing even existed).
The taste of plump lips, the warmth of them, the way Donghyuck moved, it was incredible, safer than anything else Mark had ever encountered. The kiss felt like it lasted hours, but it was only a few minutes.
Mark was kissing Donghyuck’s jaw when the younger spoke.
“What are we eating?”
“Besides each other?”
Mark teased, continuing his kisses but earning a soft punch on his shoulder. He giggled before answering, now with his nose buried in Donghyuck’s neck, breathing him in.
“I prepared croissants; believe me, they’re good.”
“We’ll see.”
Donghyuck shifted slightly to the left, leaving Mark standing there as he popped one of the sliced bananas into his mouth. He opened the microwave, took out the melted chocolate, and began preparing their breakfast.
First, he sliced the croissants in half and spread the melted chocolate inside. While doing that, some chocolate dripped onto his wrist, but he didn’t seem to care. Then he casually started adding the fruits Mark had chopped into the croissants. Mark just watched him, and when Donghyuck finally finished and started eating from his own plate, Mark finally moved and pulled the other plate in front of himself.
“You were right; this is really good.”
Donghyuck said, his mouth still full of food, chocolate now smeared all over his lips.
Mark giggled before taking Donghyuck’s hand and licking the chocolate off it. Donghyuck watched him in shock, doing nothing, swallowing the food unintentionally because of Mark’s reckless move. Still holding Donghyuck’s hand, Mark pulled the younger closer, grabbing his tiny waist and kissing the chocolate covered lips licking them like it was his plate and not his flatmate’s lips.
“The chocolate is really good wait, I need to try more.”
He said when he pulled back. Donghyuck, who still hadn’t fully processed the moment, giggled as Mark leaned in once again.
The morning continued like that until Mark got a sudden training message and had to leave the apartment with his basketball bag. Donghyuck showered afterward, and as he was drying his hair, he reconsidered every single event, replaying every second in his mind again and again, only to realize:
He was so fucked.
What kind of thing had he let himself get into?
Donghyuck: Jaemin, something happened. I mean, something happened and it kept going. Man, I’m so confused right now. Call me when you can and let’s meet.
“So you’re telling me that when you visited and stayed here for a week, it was because you and Mark had SLEPT together??”
Jaemin’s voice rose in pure disbelief, sharp and loud. Donghyuck found himself sitting in Jaemin’s living room barely an hour after sending that message, nerves twisting in his gut. He explained everything, but he couldn’t even bring himself to meet Jaemin’s eyes. There was too much, too much to say, too much to feel. Jaemin just sat there, stunned, trying to piece it all together.
“Please don’t tell anyone,”
Donghyuck mumbled, voice small.
“I won’t, don’t worry,”
Jaemin said, then after a beat, added,
“I just… don’t know what you want me to do though.”
The honey-haired boy sighed, rubbing at his temples. He wasn’t even sure himself. All he knew was that this morning had flipped his whole world upside down, and now it was all pouring out uncontrollably.
“I don’t know either. Jaemin, I’m not gay or anything. It just happened once and then again… I don’t know. The territory, the feelings… everything is so new to me.”
“Donghyuck, I’m gonna be honest with you.”
Jaemin straightened up a little in his seat, taking a moment to gather his words carefully.
“Look, I don’t wanna hurt you by just spitting out harsh truths or anything. You’re my friend. I care about you. You have to believe that first.”
He took a deep breath, voice a little steadier now.
“If it was just a one-time thing that turned into a disaster, I wouldn’t even be giving you this speech. But Hyuck-ah, you guys are basically friends with benefits now. You hang out twice a week, and now you’re telling me how you two made out this morning like you’re lovers or something.”
“It’s obvious you enjoyed it. You’re not disgusted, are you? If anything, it’s the opposite. You were turned on because of him. I’m not trying to rush you or slap a label on you, but seriously… can you drop the whole ‘I’m not gay’ thing? You literally take his cock to your ass. Be fucking real.”
A sad smile tugged at Donghyuck’s lips as he listened. Deep down, he knew Jaemin was right.
“I thought you would be kind,”
Donghyuck muttered, feeling smaller and smaller by the second.
“I was planning to, but I couldn’t hold it in, sorry.”
Jaemin admitted with a half sigh,
“No, I came here for this. You don’t need to apologize. I just… Jaemin, it’s so hard. So many things are happening. I can’t even keep up.”
The latter reached out and held his hand, squeezing it lightly before speaking, voice gentler now.
“And that’s valid, Hyuck… you just need some time to figure things out.”
So Donghyuck obeyed Jaemin’s order. For once, he didn’t try to be clear; he let himself feel without trying to name it. But it was a dangerous zone, and the honey haired boy realized that when he found himself seeking Mark’s attention. Yeah, Jaemin definitely hadn’t told him to rush things; he actually said the opposite. However, Donghyuck was currently curious and clueless about everything. He also wondered what Mark was thinking. Was he thinking about all these things just like Donghyuck? Or was it just Donghyuck?
“Hyuck, tomorrow Jaehyun hyung is throwing a party, you know, after the basketball game. Would you like to come?”
Mark's voice cut through his thoughts, asking with an averting gaze. It was 11 p.m., and they were in a relaxed, at home mood. An episode of Friends was playing in the background, but both of them were scrolling through social media, sitting sleepily on the sofa. Donghyuck rubbed his eyes as he answered.
“Yeah, why not.”
“You know, I’ve never been to one of Jaehyun hyung’s parties before,”
Donghyuck said as he fixed his hair in the mirror. He was wearing baggy jeans with a black T-shirt and a leather jacket, like always; nothing extraordinary, but he still managed to look stylish.
Earlier, Donghyuck had been at Mark’s game cheering for him, or maybe just being there, which felt like the same thing. Afterward, they headed home together in order to get ready together. Mark had taken a shower, and now they were almost ready to head out again.
“He doesn’t throw them often,”
Mark replied, grabbing his jacket off the bed, "But when he does, they’re some of the best. You won’t regret it” was his last sentence before leaving the apartment.
When they arrived at the venue, Donghyuck immediately realized Mark was right. It was a massive party, almost like the whole world had been waiting for Jaehyun to throw it. The house was huge; the crowd was endless. Even if something didn’t interest you, there was always something else to get lost in. Some people were dancing, others were singing karaoke, and in different rooms, even more games and events were going on.
And somehow, Donghyuck found himself sitting in the middle of a Truth or Dare game but with different rules.
There were at least ten people who formed a circle around a bottle placed in the center; according to the new version of the game, when the bottle pointed at two people, they had to kiss and rate each other’s kisses. The usual Truth or Dare felt too basic, so they spiced it up a little. And if anyone refused to kiss or rate, they had to drink one of the most disgusting concoctions imaginable. Donghyuck didn’t even want to know what was in them, but judging by the horrified look in Mark’s eyes, the bright red one probably involved ketchup.
The game had been rolling for a while. The kisses varied; some were brief pecks, others unexpectedly heated. At one point, when the bottle landed between two exes, they immediately reached for the disgusting drinks instead of kissing, getting booed for being cowards. 'Don't play if you couldn't handle' risk, someone shouted.
The bottle kept spinning, landing on new people, new dares. On Haewon and Hajoon, who were childhood friends, so it was a pretty easy challenge for them. On Daeun and Minjun, which made a huge impact because Minjun was Daeun's friend's ex. And lastly, Jeno and Jaemin.
“Dude, they are already dating; come on, that’s no fun!”
Someone shouted when the bottle pointed at the two guys. Which was not important at all, at least to Jaemin, because he didn't even flinch at the comment and directly reached his boyfriend's lips. Which caused immediate cheering to start.
Their kiss was intense enough to make people focus on their kiss; however, Donghyuck, despite how everyone was on Jaemin and Jeno's business, overheard a girl nearby mutter about how disgusting it was, and he thought he misheard for a second, because what the hell is she doing here if she finds same-gender kissing disgusting? he thought bitterly. Obviously, it could happen. It did happen during the game.
The comment being about his best friends made Donghyuck’s stomach twist even more. And without realizing it, his eyes locked with Mark’s.
Mark, who was blissfully unaware of what had happened, was busy watching Jaemin and Jeno with a big grin on his face. When the two boys lips separated, he exchanged glances with Donghyuck, now smiling at him sweetly. Younger once again felt a stomachache, which was different now.
However, their brief eye contact was interrupted when the bottle spun again by someone in the circle. The bottle kept spinning and spinning just to stop right between them.
Straight out of a cliché drama scene.
“Aww, Markie, it’s us, come here!”
The same girl from earlier, the one who made Donghyuck uncomfortable, chirped unexpectedly. Establishing a few questioning looks shot her way, but it was obvious to everyone: the bottle had landed between Mark and Donghyuck.
“I don’t think so, Jiyoo. It’s clearly Mark and Donghyuck, right?”
Jaehyun’s voice cut through the murmurs, and everyone, except Jiyoo, left agreeing sounds.
“Mark’s not going to kiss a guy! He’s not gay, and Donghyuck’s his flatmate! You guys don’t think he’d actually do it, right? Right, Mark?”
Jiyoo protested, her voice dripping with misplaced confidence.
Donghyuck understood where she was coming from, but the heavy feeling in his stomach turned into something else, shifting to his heart only to be worsened. And all eyes turned to Mark now.
“It’s not about that, Jiyoo,” Mark said calmly. “Honestly, your whole point is kind of meaningless. Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to kiss Donghyuck? We live together; we know each other. It’s more comfortable.”
And just like that, he shut her down. Gaining clapping from the crowd as he got closer to the younger and without waiting for a reaction, Mark wrapped his arms around Donghyuck’s hips, lifting him slightly, guiding Donghyuck’s legs around his waist, and leaning in. Meeting his lips.
After Jaemin and Jeno’s fiery kiss, this one felt… different. In a way no one could quite describe. Maybe it was because of how different the couple was, or maybe it was just Donghyuck's thoughts.
Either way, the cheers exploded. Phones flashed. Donghyuck could even swear he heard someone screaming, something like how unexpected the duo was.
But he couldn’t have cared less.
Mark’s lips were exactly how Donghyuck had used to it. He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone could tell they had definitely kissed before. Without caring too much, feeling bold, Donghyuck sucked gently on Mark’s bottom lip. Jaemin is shrieking at the action.
“Oh, I definitely saw tongue! Jeno, are you recording?!”
“Alright, alright, we get it; you guys are great kissers,”
Johnny commented. Despite the meaning of the sentence, it was understood from his tone that he also enjoyed the show.
“But we don’t need the porn sound effects.”
This made the two separate. Donghyuck found himself sitting on Mark’s lap, too flustered to meet his gaze for a moment. Mark’s eyes were burning, hungry, and intense.
“Okay, rules are rules, so what’s the rating?”
Someone asked in the circle as younger.
withdrawn. Mark tossed his hair back and answered at the same time as Donghyuck. With the most casual expression.
“Ten out of ten,”
Markie: Hyuck-ah, second floor, third room. PLEASEEE.
After their truth or dare game, the crowd was emitted by the house. Donghyuck hadn’t heard from Mark until the older’s message and was busy helping Jaehyun prepare the cocktails. He quickly made an excuse and left the kitchen. As a response, Jaehyun seemed alright; most of the beverages were already done.
He could guess why Mark was texting him; it was obvious. During their kiss, Donghyuck could guess what would happen next, but he wasn't sure if it would happen so soon. Still, he wasn't shocked.
Before making his way there, he checked his appearance in the mirror and tried to make it look decent. He fixed his messy hair and wiped the leaked black pencil from under his eye and reapplied his lip product. He didn’t question why he was checking himself, though.
And when the honey-haired boy stepped upstairs, he realized that this floor was not part of the party and nobody was there. The doors were closed, and the music from downstairs started to get lower by the time Donghyuck continued his way down the hall. He was about to open the door when he reached the third one; however, Mark was faster than him. As if he felt Donghyuck was at the door, he opened it, pulled the younger in, and before Donghyuck could handle the situation, he pressed his lips to the younger’s plump ones.
With the sudden kiss, Donghyuck let out a sucked moan and tried to reach the older’s speed. Donghyuck was now getting pressed against the door by Mark and he felt his legs started shaking already. Older forced Donghyuck to open his mouth to slip his tongue in there. Younger still was having problems with reaching his pace but fortunately it didn't take much to get used by the kiss. Wet kissing sounds were echoing off the walls.
As the hungry kisses kept going, the younger licked Mark’s mouth in the most deliberate way, gaining a moan this time from Mark and parting their lips, this time Donghyuck slipping his tongue in there.
“We just made out an hour ago, Mark,”
Donghyuck reminded him as he also fondled the black-haired boy’s hair behind his ear. Mark studied the younger’s expression in the hottest way possible, making Donghyuck want to jump on him. He could do that, but he forced himself not to. He was still cautious with Mark, not wanting to scare him off.
But the older did not say anything in return. Instead, he sat down on the bed and parted his legs. Donghyuck stared at his body first, eyeing him without hesitation, especially looking at his crotch area. Then Mark’s hands leaned back against the mattress, making it visible for Donghyuck to see his strained muscles. This made the younger move, now standing between the parted legs.
“We cannot have sex in here, you know that, right?”
“We don’t have to.”
“So what are you suggesting?”
A tap from Mark signaling his lap was enough for Donghyuck to strip his baggy jeans, only keeping his boxers. Mark did the same but didn’t completely remove his jeans, instead just pulling them down a bit.
The honey-haired boy could see how Mark was waiting for him and how much he had enjoyed the previous event, just by looking at him. No words were exchanged between them as the younger straddled the older’s lap, reminding him of their first night. Looking directly into those boba eyes was enough for them to meet their lips again. Mark placed his hands on the younger’s ass, gripping it tightly, while Donghyuck led the kiss, an another messy one.
“Your message was so desperate. Would you beg for me to touch you?”
With a teasing expression, he mumbled those words just before connecting their lips again, but this time, Mark kissed his teasingly smiling lips. He quickly pulled away, not wanting to give up the upper hand.
“Are you into that?”
“I don’t know, Mark, should I?”
“You know it’s not just about us having sex, right? If you have some kinks or something like that, we could always try new stuff.”
This time, a sincere smile appeared on Donghyuck’s lips. He gave Mark a peck, which was cute, and put his hands on Mark’s neck.
“Okay, then. I’ve got an idea.”
While the curious older was questioning the meaning of that, Donghyuck lifted his hips off Mark’s thighs, which made the older loosen his grip on the ass, Donghyuck then sat back down more forward on Mark’s erection.
“H-Holy shi-ahh,”
uttered older but swallowed it as younger started kissing him for the nth time.
Mark’s tongue meddled in the kiss, the warmth and wetness of their kiss were incredibly turning on for the honey-haired one. He started moving on Mark’s erection while he sucked on the black-haired boy’s lips and tongue. The same boy was also helping him grind more, leaving deep moans.
“You’re insanely good at this, do you know that?”
Mark managed to say. He was holding himself back from closing his eyes due to the pleasure he was having. Their bulges were pressing against each other in sync. Slight moans were echoing in the room, and Donghyuck could swear that he heard Mark’s little “fuck”s, “like that baby”s, but didn’t make a comment about it. Like always, he threw a veil over it.
The kisses that they shared were, from time to time, leaving both breathless. It was tender, and both of them were accommodating each other’s presence even more. The sudden kisses when they were just watching TV, preparing dinner together, or drinking wine on the balcony started to feel casual. But when lust and desire meddled into it, the cramp-like feeling in Donghyuck’s stomach ached so hard, making him squirm during sexual activity.
Mark always seemed like he was doing fine, nothing extraordinary was there, and it made Donghyuck feel bad because he was feeling more. The honey-haired boy wasn’t even sure if Mark was feeling, and here he was, feeling something that he probably shouldn’t have.
“Baby, are you tired? We can change positions if you want?”
And in that moment, Donghyuck realized that he had slowed his movements due to overthinking. He quickly shook his head from right to left and started moving his hips again, catching Mark’s lips, biting them, gaining a loud moan and a smack to his hips as he kept doing the previous actions.
The precum was visible on both males’ boxers, and due to the grinding, it was mixing together, preparing a wet association.
When Mark’s tongue went into Donghyuck’s mouth, things started to get faster. The older male’s grip on the younger’s ass tightened, likely leaving a mark, making him twitch in his boxers.
“I’m close.”
The honey-haired boy uttered after parting their lips slightly, just to connect again. Mark squeezed his ass once again, this time not that hard, more like he was massaging the area, giving a green light to Donghyuck by moving one of his hands on Donghyuck’s chest, playing with his nipple, which was visible and literally begging for attention.
The younger started squirming in Mark’s lap as he neared his orgasm. Wanting to make the older finish too, he squeezed the black-haired boy’s cock between his asscheeks. After seconds, both came at the same time, with their mouths open and no gap between them. Both of them were breathing each other’s breath, and their chests were also rising in sync.
When Donghyuck made a move to stand up from Mark’s lap, the older’s hand found the younger’s thigh, not giving permission and connecting their lips again.
Although the kiss was dense with traces of the activity that had just occurred, it also had a side that Donghyuck could not quite figure out. And before Donghyuck could acknowledge the missing part, Mark parted their lips with a wet sound.
“Let’s go home.”
"Hey guys, where were you? You missed Johnny stripping!"
Jaehyun's voice appeared as the two males packed their things. He was holding a beer cup and was obviously tipsy. His red ears, pink cheeks, and the way he talks were giving him.
"We were smoking upstairs."
"And now we're leaving. It was a nice party, dude. See you soon."
Donghyuck's sentence is completed with Mark's last one. Both were wearing their jackets when Johnny arrived, clearly interested in the conversation.
"Mark, I thought you quit smoking?"
"Uhh, not completely, you know it's hard sometimes."
"And it's really early for you to leave! The night just started! Do you want me to settle some pretty girls for you?"
Jaehyun's voice was louder than usual; some people even turned around and glared at him. Mark shook his hand as 'no need.' Now Johnny was trying to make Jaehyun speak silently by trying to close his mouth with his hands.
"We really are tired; we just want to head home. See you guys later."
Johnny mouthed, 'Don't mind him; just go,' as Mark and Donghyuck left the house and made their way towards the Uber that they had asked for, while Johnny tried to sober Jaehyun up. Despite trying everything, at the end of the night he still couldn’t succeed.