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Mark shoves his clothes into his duffel bag without wasting time on folding them. He can faintly hear Hyuck sweet talking his mom out in the living room and he rolls his eyes, annoyed. Hyuck texted him five minutes ago that he’s here and Mark tried to pack his things as quickly as possible, so the other doesn’t invite himself inside like he usually does. Judging from the laughing that’s coming from the living room, no such luck. He glances at his reflection in the mirror and his mouth turns down in disgust at the sight of his black khakis and baby blue knitted sweater. He contemplates for a moment, but then he turns towards his desk and grabs the first textbook his hand can reach.

He exits his room and quickly walks to the living room, so they can leave as soon as possible. Hyuck is sitting with his legs crossed on the couch next to his mom and they are chatting about something Mark couldn’t care less about. He’s wearing light blue fitted jeans and a white sweater similar to Mark’s. Even in these clothes, he still looks hot. It makes Mark tug at the end of his own preppy sweater insecurely. Hyuck turns his head around, noticing Mark. He looks him up and down thoroughly, and when their eyes finally meet, a devilish grin appears on Hyuck’s face. Mark gulps and glances away.

“Hey sweetie,” his mom says, a kind smile on her face, “Did you pack everything you need?”

“Yeah, I did,” Mark mutters as Hyuck stands up from the couch and grabs the Gucci duffel bag out of Mark’s hold with a wink.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight, boys?” Mark’s mom asks, apparently in a mood for a conversation, and Mark has to use all his self-restraint to not roll his eyes at her.

“We’re just finishing our Biology project and then probably watching a movie,” Hyuck answers with his most charming smile, his eyes crinkling innocently. Mark glances down at the History book in his hand and quickly hides it behind his back.

“What good boys you are,” his mom says, pleased, “Doing school work on a Friday night. Don’t stay up too late, though, your father is coming home tomorrow, Mark.”

“We won’t, mom,” Mark answers sweetly, like the good boy he is.

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“And the khakis are making a comeback again,” Hyuck wheezes as they are getting into his Porsche Cayenne.

Mark shuts the door behind himself with a bang and crosses his arms on his chest with an annoyed huff, his face flushed, “Shut the hell up, Donghyuck.”

Hyuck reaches over the console to pinch Mark’s cheek with a smirk, “You look so cute and proper in these clothes, just like the good boy you are,” he laughs.

“I hate you so much,” Mark mutters with a roll of his eyes, slapping Hyuck’s hand away, “Can we go? We’re already late.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyuck chuckles. He starts the car and pulls up onto the road that leads from Mark’s parents’ huge villa to the main gate.

“You know,” Hyuck starts after a while, glancing at Mark, a smug expression on his face, “At least your ass looks really fucking good in these pants.”

“Donghyuck!” Mark groans angrily, “No more fucking khakis talk!”

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It’s early in the night when they arrive in front of Exclusive. Johnny’s luxury club isn’t even open yet, the huge neon sign above the main entrance still turned off. Hyuck rounds the building and stops the car at the security booth before using his card to open the door of the private underground parking lot.

Hyuck slides his window down as Jaehyun steps out of the booth with a huge grin on his face, “Boys,” he says cheerily, “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

He’s still dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, a wild contrast from his usual party attire. Jaehyun swears on the less the better statement, to a lot of people’s delight. The guy is buff.

“Johnny called me yesterday, said he has a quick job for us,” Hyuck answers, “We decided to follow it up with a night out,” he laughs, winking at Jaehyun.

“Oh, a night out, my ass,” Jaehyun says, rolling his eyes, “Johnny’s going to be thankful for that little night out, I’m sure,” he sighs, scrunching his nose up, “We had a fight earlier so I told him I’m not going to tell you where he is, and he can very well look for you guys himself, but he’s up at the bar,” he finishes, rolling his eyes, “Tell him I hate him.”

Mark laughs at that, “We’ll tell him, Jaehyun, don’t worry.”

Hyuck drives into the parking lot and then they are finally getting out of the car and taking the lift up to the bar where Johnny waits for them. Mark can’t wait to get out of these fucking clothes.

Hyuck circles Mark’s waist with his arm and leans close to whisper hotly in his ear, “Are you ready for tonight?”

Mark can feel heat creeping up his neck and seeping into his pores. It’s been way too long since they were last here, doing this.

“I’m not going to lose tonight,” Mark says as an answer, turning his head so their lips are almost touching.

“It’s all luck, though,” Hyuck chuckles. He leans in and starts biting at Mark’s ear without warning. Mark’s breath hitches and his hands fly to Hyuck’s upper arm, gripping at them for support. He can feel his pants getting tighter, but before his mouth can open around a moan, the lift stops, and the door opens. Mark rips himself away from Hyuck as he’s met with the sight of Johnny, who’s looking at them with his eyebrows raised.

“Well, well, well, hi boys,” he says, a grin taking over on his face, “I see you’re already having fun.”

He’s dressed in a white suit and a patterned shirt, looking elegant as always. He has this aura that just screams I’m the boss and I’m the best bitches, but his clothing choice makes it extra oblivious that he really thinks that about himself. Good for him! Confidence is key. Also, he has on some designer sunglasses for whatever reason which is…yeah. They are inside of a building.

“I thought you’re at the bar,” Mark squeaks out, a blush heavy on his cheeks. Donghyuck just grins back at Johnny, looking very proud of himself. Asshole.

Johnny pushes the sunglasses on top of his head, so it’s pulling back his hair before answering, “I was about to look for you guys.”

“Jaehyun told us where you are,” Mark says, scrunching his nose up. He steps out of the lift and stops in front of Johnny, “He also told us to tell you that he hates you,” Mark snickers happily, amused by the relationship the two has.

Johnny huffs out an annoyed breath, crossing his arms over his chest, “Whatever, he’s always so fucking dramatic.”

Hyuck lets out a laugh at that, stepping out of the lift and around Johnny, walking in the direction of the club, “You saying Jaehyun is dramatic is the most hypocrite thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m your boss!” Johnny answers, while him and Mark start to follow after Hyuck.

Hyuck turns back, his eyebrows raised, “My boss?” he asks, “You literally act like my dad all the time!” he cries, opening the huge wooden door to the club area.

“When have I ever acted like your dad?” Johnny shouts back, speeding up and leaving Hyuck and Mark behind. Mark honestly has a hard time keeping up with these two. They are always hurrying somewhere.

“The other day you called me up to ask how my exam went!” Hyuck exclaims loudly, catching up to Johnny.

“You called Hyuck up? You didn’t call me,” Mark says sadly, actually kind of hurt. He wants Johnny to be his dad too. If only Hyuck has this privilege he’s going to die from envy.

He closes the heavy door behind them and turning around sees Johnny walking towards him with his arms spread, “I’m sorry my sweet child,” he cries dramatically, wrapping his arms around Mark and squeezing him hardly, “I actually had to end the call halfway with Hyuck too because I was getting shot at by some people,” he says nonchalantly, patting Mark’s hair.

“What?” Mark squeaks out with his eyes wide at the same time Hyuck rolls his eyes and says, “Give it a fucking break, Johnny.”

“I was!” Johnny shouts, turning towards Hyuck and pointing an accusing finger at him, “Some of us live in the real world and doesn’t get our asses wiped out with daddy’s money.”

Hyuck looks at him with a bored expression on his face, “Now you’re just being overly dramatic. Sorry, what did you say about Jaehyun earlier?”

“You are unbearable, Donghyuck” Johnny sighs. He lets go of Mark and starts to make his way towards the bar that sits in the center of the club, choosing not to indulge in the verbal faceoff with Hyuck anymore. A very clever decision.

When Mark catches up to Hyuck, the other grins at him and puts his arm around Mark’s waist again. The act is happily welcomed, though Mark would never admit it out loud. They walk up to the bar where Johnny is already rummaging through cupboards, probably looking for the package they have to drop off at Yuta’s storage.

“Aha!” Johnny shouts, popping up from behind the bar, “Here you go, my sons,” he says, winking at them.

Hyuck rolls his eyes so hard, Mark is surprised they doesn’t pop out from their place. Mark takes the brown box from Johnny and puts it under his arm. He doesn’t even want to think about what is in it, if he’s being fully honest. Even holding it makes sweat break out on his forehead.

“Mark,” Johnny suddenly says, a shit eating grin on his face, his eyes trained on Mark’s legs, “Nice khakis.”

“Please, shut up,” Mark groans, hiding his face with his free hand.

“And it makes his ass look very good,” Hyuck exclaims loudly, smacking Mark on the ass, hard.

“Donghyuck!”

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Mark lets out a relived breath when he finally steps out of his infamous khakis. He’s going to burn this thing into nothing in a container at the back of the club when they’re done tonight. Mark told Hyuck that he refuses to go to Yuta’s before changing into his party clothes. He’s done playing the trophy son for tonight.

They are in Johnny’s office, their duffel bags thrown carelessly on the floor, clothes scattered all around the place. Mark throws the pants under Johnny’s mahogany desk, so he doesn’t even have to look at it. Hyuck is as undressed as Mark, lounging on the leather couch only in his underwear, snickering at a video playing on his phone.

Mark puts his hands on his hips, his eyebrows raised, “Donghyuck,” he says loudly, tapping one of his feet on the floor.

Hyuck looks up from his phone, his mouth still wide around a laugh, “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why aren’t you dressed up?” Mark asks, his lips twisting into a grimace at the nickname. He’s so good at pretending he doesn’t like it.

Hyuck’s mouth pulls into a smirk, his eyes widening, “You really said that with your whole chest, only in your tiny boxers, didn’t you?”

He drops his phone on the couch, then stands up and slowly walks towards Mark, his smirk still in place. Mark gulps at the intensity of Hyuck’s gaze, his arms dropping next to his body uselessly. Hyuck stops in front of him, and his hands immediately fly to Mark’s hips, like it’s his damn possession. Hyuck leans in and scrapes his teeth along Mark’s neck, who tips his head to the side to expose more of his skin for him. Hyuck starts sucking, shooting the forming bruise with his tongue from time to time. Mark hisses at a particularly hard scrap of teeth against his sensitive skin, and his hands grab at Hyuck’s neck, squeezing.

Hyuck breaks away from his skin and he lets out a quiet moan as Mark puts more pressure onto his neck. He closes his eyes, his head tipping back in bliss, and chuckles, “You’re playing dirty tonight.”

“I told you I’m not losing this time,” Mark says, satisfied to waver Hyuck’s composure, and pulls his hand away.

Hyuck hums as he glances at Mark with hooded eyes, “You’re so serious about that stupid game.”

“Whatever,” Mark mutters, pouting, “We should dress up and get going.”

Hyuck is still holding him by the hips, and he leans in, probably aiming for Mark’s lips, but he quickly turns his head to the side, so Hyuck meets his cheek clumsily instead. He leaves a quick peck on Mark skin, then lets go of him and grabs his duffel bag without another word.

Mark does the same and rummages through his bag. They quickly dress up and after ten minutes they are ready to go. Hyuck is dressed in a white mesh shirt, his pink nipples visible through the fabric. It’s tucked into skin tight black skinny jeans that end in his favorite black combat boots. He has multiple rings on his fingers and Mark knows it’s not because of fashion, but more because it hurts like hell when you get punched in the face with a fist full of metal. Mark is in his favorite pair of leather pants with matching boots as Hyuck’s. He has on a sleeveless band t-shirt that’s better half he cut off, so its edge ends just above his belly button, topped with some of his favorite silver chains.

“You ready?” Hyuck asks, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” Mark answers, shoving random clothes into his duffel bag, so the office looks somewhat put together and Johnny doesn’t rip their heads off for leaving a mess.

When he looks up, he sees Donghyuck holding up his balled up fist with one of his eyebrows raised, “Ready for the bloody faceoff, babe?”

So, the two of them, they have a very weird habit. Like, extremely so. Every time they have a night out, at the beginning they play rock, paper, scissors. The person who wins can drive the car they steal that night, and the one who drives the car also drives in bed later. Meaning, a lot depends on this stupid game and Mark has always been unlucky.

Mark puts up his fist and raises one of his eyebrows, “Rock, paper, scissors.”

They both play rock at first and Mark can barely contain his smile. He knows Hyuck by now, in and out, and if they play the same, the next round he’s going to play that one again. Which means Hyuck’s going to play the rock, so Mark’s going to destroy the living hell out of it with his paper. (And then out of Hyuck later that night.)

“Rock, paper, scissors,” Hyuck says with a tilt of his head.

Mark plays paper without even looking at their hands, confident that he won this time, and he’s about to burst out laughing from the pure bliss he’s feeling when he glances down and sees that Hyuck played fucking scissors.

“What the fuck,” he whispers, totally dumbfounded. He looks at Hyuck with his eyes wide, “But you always…” he starts, the words dying on his lips.

“What?” Hyuck asks, laughing, “You thought you could play me? Babe, you should know it better by now,” smirks Hyuck. He grabs his phone from the couch and slaps Mark’s ass before opening the door of Johnny’s office, “Can’t wait to get a piece of that later.”

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The trip to Yuta’s storage is uneventful. They go there, drop Johnny’s package off, talk about the new show that came out this week on Netflix, promise Yuta to drop by with the new car later that night, then Hyuck drives them back to Exclusive. Most of the time Mark forgets that what they are doing is actually illegal. Also, they could get killed. It’s whatever.

It’s way past midnight by now, and Exclusive is full of life. There are people dancing together and grinding on each other to the music the DJ for tonight is blasting through the speakers. The bar in the center of the club is totally surrounded, everyone trying to outshout the other and get their orders as soon as possible. It’s hot as hell and Mark can feel sweat glide down his back as him and Donghyuck fight their way towards Johnny, who’s sitting in the VIP area with some really shady looking people he probably despises.

“Johnny,” Hyuck shouts as they stop next to the table, “We’re done, gonna go have our fun now,” winks Hyuck.

“Don’t get in too much trouble,” laughs Johnny, taking a sip from the drink in his hand, “Have you guys seen Jaehyun?”

Just as Johnny finishes his question, Jaehyun arrives and unceremoniously falls into Johnny’s lap. He’s only in a pair of tight leather pants, his pale pink hair plastered to his head. He has a dopey smiles on, happily nuzzling his sweaty face into Johnny’s neck.

“Johnnyyyyy,” Jaehyun whines, “I’m so drunk.”

Johnny rolls his eyes annoyedly, but when he notices that the shady guys sitting in front of them are staring a little too long at Jaehyun’s exposed skin, he wraps a possessive arm around the boy in his lap. Mark chuckles, knowing that Johnny is ready to throw hands, even though he always denies that there’s anything going on between him and Jaehyun. He doesn’t hear what Johnny’s saying to the two guys, because Hyuck drags him away from the table towards the VIP bar, where the filthy rich, very drunk people are centered.

“Let’s go baby boy,” Hyuck whispers hotly in Mark’s ear, who feels a shiver run down his spine at Hyuck’s husky tone, “What are you feeling up for tonight?” he asks with a manic smile on his face he only gets when he’s up to trouble, “I really want a Lamborghini.”

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“You’re very pretty,” the random guy shouts in his ear, and Mark has a hard time acting like he cares about the compliment.

“You’re not bad yourself,” he says with a cheeky grin, putting his hands on the guy’s chest and sliding them down to his stomach, “Wow, nice six pack,” he giggles.

The guy smirks, flexing his stomach, “You like it?”

“Of course,” Mark answer, putting his hands back in his lap, “Thanks for the drink.”

“It’s okay,” the guy grins, “I’m kind of getting bored, do you wanna get out of here?” he slurs out, and leans down to leave a quick peck on Mark’s neck, who clenches his jaw as the guy starts kissing his skin. Fucking rude.

They’ve been talking for a while now, and it was boring as hell, the guy touching him every chance he got. Mark is moments away from choking him to death right here. The guy better have some nice fucking car or Mark is quitting this night and going home to sleep.

“Are you with a car?” he asks huskily. He looks up and sees Hyuck with a girl, but he’s not paying attention to her, he’s staring at Mark, or more specifically at his neck, where the guy is kissing him. He instantly feels better. It’s not a lot you can see Lee Donghyuck jealous.

“Yeah, a Lamborghini SC18 ALSTON,” he brags with a proud smile on his face. Typical. These over confident assholes are always ready to brag about their super cars. No shade, Mark loves doing that too. Honestly, the guy looks a little too drunk to drive, let alone actually see straight. As they lean away from each other the guy gets out the key and shows it to Mark.

“Wow,” Mark answers, actually excited. Hyuck wanted a Lamborghini tonight, and he’s going to fucking get it. As the guy starts talking about the car, Mark gets his phone out and sends a quick got it, meet u in the toilet text to Donghyuck.

“I have to run to the toilet real quick, but when I get back we can leave,” he says to the guy with a wink, then wraps his arms around him and starts to feel him up a little, the guy soaking the sudden attention all up. He doesn’t realize Mark is sliding the car key out of his suit pocket. What a fucking loser. Or maybe Mark is just too good at this point.

“A quick question,” Mark shouts through the music, “How many fingers am I holding up?” he asks, then puts up two of his fingers.

“Eleven,” the guy says confidently, without hesitation.

“Nice,” Mark says with a devilish grin. This guy is really out of it, he won’t remember Mark’s face later.

He runs to the toilet and when he opens the door he sees that Hyuck is already inside, fixing his hair in the mirror. He looks really hot, disheveled like this from the party. Mark is suddenly hyper aware of all the tension and adrenaline running through his veins. He bites his lower lip and fights back a whimper as images of Donghyuck fucking him into the mattress appears in his mind.

“Had fun out there?” Hyuck asks without even glancing Mark’s way, and he’s so obliviously jealous that Mark can’t help but smirk. It feels so good to know he can get a rise out of cool and collected Donghyuckie.

“Plenty,” Mark answers cheekily, stepping close to Donghyuck and putting his arm around his waist, “Look what I got you,” he whispers in Hyuck’s ear, raising the car key in front of his face. He catches Hyuck’s eyes in the mirror, and he’s not surprised when he takes in his turned on expression.

Hyuck’s lips curve into a smirk, “Such a good boy,” he purrs and in a sudden movement turns them, so Mark’s belly meets the cold tile of the sink and Hyuck’s chest presses tightly against his back. Before his brain can register the change, Hyuck rolls his hips into his ass and Mark’s mouth slips open on its own as a loud moan rips out of his throat, “I’ll reward you later,” Hyuck whispers and licks into Mark’s ear.

A shiver runs down Mark’s spine, “You’re smooth,” he purrs, his head tipping back onto Hyuck’s shoulder.

Hyuck chuckles, “You know me, baby.”

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“She’s so pretty,” Mark whispers in awe when they are finally standing in front of the Lamborghini in the parking lot where the guests’ cars are.

“I can’t wait to make her purr,” Hyuck says excitedly, unlocking the doors. She’s indeed gorgeous. Basically, Mark’s wet dream of a car. Maybe he’ll guilt trip his dad into buying him one for his birthday.

Mark sits on the passenger seat next do Donghyuck who looks ecstatic. He makes her purr as he promised, and Mark can feel the vibrations up in his brain.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now,” Hyuck whispers and he seems to be in a trance, his mouth open.

“Dude, same,” Mark says, because who wouldn’t be after that sound? It is the most beautiful thing Mark has ever heard.

“Let’s take her for a ride,” Hyuck says, sending a wink in Mark’s direction.

Not even half on hour later they are cruising down the highway with the windows lowered, some underground trap music blaring from the speakers. Mark feels so free, so alive. He starts laughing manically at nothing, drunk on adrenalin, and after a moment Hyuck joins in.

Donghyuck.

He looks so good behind the wheel, like he was born for this. He’s only eighteen, barely got his driving license, but he started driving way before that. At fifteen, he’s already been one of the best street racers in Seoul, and he’s only been improving ever since. Mark loves racing, and he’s good, can hold his own, and wins a lot of the time, but Hyuck… he’s on another level. It’s in his blood to misbehave, to press the gas pedal harder and harder, to fly over limits. Mark loves him so much.

Hyuck puts one of his hands on Mark’s thighs and squeezes a little to get his attention, “What’s on your mind?” he asks, glancing at Mark for a moment while they fly down a road at God’s speed.

Mark links their fingers together, “I love you,” he murmurs, his cheeks pink.

Hyuck raises their joint hands and leaves gentle kisses on Mark’s knuckles, “I love you too, baby.”

They drive around for a while, just enjoying the time together, when suddenly they hear police sirens coming from behind them. Mark’s mouth curls into an excited smile.

“Finally,” Hyuck sighs, “I thought they would never catch up.”

“They are a bit slow,” Mark laughs as he turns around, “They are still pretty far behind.”

“They could never beat me,” Hyuck says with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little harder, “I’m the best driver in Seoul, the police are no fucking-,”

“Jesus Donghyuck, just shut up and drive,” Mark exclaims, rolling his eyes.

Hyuck doesn’t fasten the pace until the police car catches up to them. He loves a challenge and Mark loves the speed, so it’s a win-win situation for them. Not so much for the police. Hyuck presses the gas pedal all the way to the floor and then they are flying. From the police, their families, their lives. It goes on for a while, the police trying to chase them down, Hyuck playing a cat mouse game with them, but always being the faster one. He’s teasing and laughing and Mark laughs with him. It feels like he’s going to burst open from all the adrenalin as he’s gripping onto anything his hands can reach, so he doesn’t fly out of the car.

After a while Hyuck gets bored and makes a sharp right, cruising down streets the police probably don’t even know of. He takes circles to confuse them, and it doesn’t take thirty minutes to lose them. All is good and well, like it always is. Another thirty minutes later they are getting out of the Lamborghini that’s now parked in Yuta’s storage. Yuta isn’t there and he’s probably drunk at Exclusive by now, so Mark and Hyuck leave him a quick note on his desk about the new car.

They choose a much more ordinary car from the storage and get in. Mark sinks into the passenger seat and lets out a sigh. He’s tired, but he’s also so worked up. It’s frustrating.

“Let’s go home, baby,” Donghyuck says as he starts the car.

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“I can’t wait to get inside of you,” Hyuck growls as he slams Mark’s back against the door of their apartment. They bought it a year ago in secret, only the guys from Exclusive knowing about it. It’s their safe heaven where they can be themselves and spend some quality time together. (Quality time meaning fucking each other.) Sometimes they also throw parties here for their criminal friends. So much fun happens here.

“Slow down a little,” Mark whines as Hyuck attacks his neck, “I have to pee.”

Hyuck leans away and lets out a pained sigh, “Ten minutes. Pee, eat, drink, do whatever you want, but ten minutes later we are meeting in the bedroom and you’re mine. Got it?”

“Got it!” Mark nods, then runs for the bathroom.

Ten minutes turn into twenty because Mark is actually hungry, thirsty, and he’s always been a little slow at doing things. When he walks into their bedroom he’s only wearing his underwear because he felt uncomfortable in the leather pants and wanted to eat without his thighs itching. Hyuck is also only in his underwear, lying on their bed and scrolling through his phone. When he notices Mark, he locks it and puts it on the nightstand.

“Ten minutes my ass,” Hyuck says without any venom.

“Sorry,” Mark grins, not at all sorry.

“Come here, baby,” Hyuck murmurs, tapping his own thighs. Mark obeys and sits down on his lap, circling his arms behind Hyuck’s neck. Hyuck looks up at him, “We haven’t even properly kissed tonight yet,” he complains with a pout.

“Then we definitely should,” Mark mutters then leans down to press his lips against Hyuck’s. It’s soft at first, little pecks and their lips moving slowly together.

The softness doesn’t last. Hyuck licks Mark’s mouth open and it’s clicking teeth and fighting for dominance after that. The kisses are frantic and bruising as their tongues move in sync. Hyuck grabs Mark’s hips and rolls them over, so Mark is under him, taking anything Hyuck gives him. Hyuck slows down after a while, and he unfolds every inch of Mark’s mouth like it’s the first time, like he’s trying to savor what he’s made of. The act makes Mark’s head spin and after a while he has to push Hyuck away, so he doesn’t pass out.

“You okay?” Hyuck immediately asks, his eyes worried and cheeks rosy.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mark mutters, running his hands down Hyuck’s arms, “Just needed a breather.”

Hyuck seems satisfied with the answer and starts sucking kisses down the column of Mark’s neck. Mark’s hands sink into Hyuck’s hair and he grabs at the strands, letting out quiet moans when Hyuck sucks especially hard on his skin.

“I promised a reward,” Hyuck purrs, staring down at Mark under him, “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he mutters, pressing down on one of the forming love bites he made on Mark’s neck, and Mark can’t help but whimper and shiver. Hyuck’s mouth pulls into a smirk, “Turn around for me.”

Mark does, of course. He does everything Hyuck tells him. Once he’s lying on his tummy Hyuck starts trailing wet kisses down his spine. He sucks and bites and licks and it’s oh so antagonizing slow that Mark feels like he’s going insane. Once he’s at the base of Mark’s spine he sits up and Mark lets out a frustrated huff at the lack of contact.

Hyuck chuckles, patting Marks thighs, “Slide your knees up, baby.”

Hyuck helps maneuvering Mark, so his chest is against the sheets, but his knees are propped up. Hyuck helps him quickly get rid of his underwear, and the cold air on his exposed, wet skin makes him shiver. His ass is in front of Hyuck’s face and Mark already knows what’s going to happen. He’s so hard and he can feel how wet he is, the sheets sticking to his stomach uncomfortably. The next thing he feels is Hyuck thumbing him open and then his tongue is right there. He sucks the tender skin, and Mark can’t stay quiet, loud moans continuously leaving his mouth. Hyuck toys with him for a while and Mark feels like he’s going to combust. The thing is, whenever Hyuck tops Mark, it’s always edging and dragging it out until Mark snaps and he’s crying and begging for Hyuck to make him come.

Hyuck finally sticks his tongue inside of him and Mark can feel tears streaming down his face from the sweet pleasure. Hyuck pumps his tongue in and out, and after a while he sinks one of his dry fingers in next to his tongue.

Mark screams.

“Please, please, please fuck me, Hyuckie,” he begs desperately, beyond any shame at this point.

Hyuck pulls away from him, “Shh, okay baby, okay,” he hushes Mark, turning him over with a kind smile so uncharacteristic for the situation, “I want to see your face.”

Mark hums in agreement and Hyuck gets a condom and the lube from the nightstand. He takes of his underwear then slicks up his fingers and opens up Mark with one, two, three fingers, until he’s crying again. When Hyuck finally slides into him, Mark feels like he’s in heaven. Hyuck doesn’t move for a moment and they just stare at each other, Mark running his hands up and down Hyuck’s arms. Hyuck leans down and kisses Mark who opens up to his demanding tongue immediately. Then Hyuck moves and it’s good. So, fucking good. He pounds Mark into the mattress, his pace frantic like he’s trying to prove something, but he already did, so many fucking time. Mark moans and whimpers helplessly, lying spread open for Hyuck to take and take and take, but he doesn’t mind it. Mark would give anything for Donghyuck.

“I’m close,” Mark whimpers, and Hyuck’s answer is to slow down. Fucking bitch, “No, Donghyuck,” he whines, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

“I know you like it slow and deep,” Hyuck purrs, his tone husky, “You can come like this even harder, am I right? You’ll come if I tell you to, right? Are you my good boy?”

“Yes,” Mark gasps out, “Yes, I am your good boy.”

“Then come, baby,” Hyuck whispers in his ear, with a hard thrust against that sweet spot inside him and it’s all it takes for Mark to let it all go. He comes so hard, he feels like he’s being ripped away from reality and opened up for Hyuck, and only Hyuck to see. Hyuck thrusts into him once, twice, and then he’s also coming, letting out a loud moan and shivering on top of Mark.

He drops down on Mark who lets out a groan, “Donghyuck,” Mark whines, “Get off me.”

“Just a moment,” Hyuck slurs, raising his head to give Mark a quick peck on the lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too, idiot.”

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“Hey sweetie,” Mark’s mom greets him the next morning while she's sipping her coffee. Mark could use a caffein boost too. “How was last night with Hyuck?” she asks, always eager for a conversation.

“It was nice,” Mark says matter of fact, trying to suppress the smile forming on his face, “We were very productive.”