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Mark may have a type.
His brothers tease him about it all the time. It's just so amusing to hear about how Mark is so good in bed, and the rest of the frat knows why.
Or at least, they think they do.
"Five o' clock," Johnny says, and Mark turns around before promptly facing the board again. "Your type, Markie?"
Mark shrugs, chewing on the end of his pen. Junior year is like a clean slate for him— somewhat. A few new classes means meeting new people, and meeting new people means…
"I bet it'll take you two weeks." Johnny snickers.
"Dude, I thought you said no more bets? Remember what happened with Jaehyun the last time?" Mark whispers.
Johnny scoffs. "That was Jae, we’re talking about you now,” He leans over into Mark’s space and whispers, “Well, are you planning to smash or what?”
“I’m not telling you shit.” Mark hisses, but manages to sneak another glance before trying (huge emphasis on trying) to look like he’s focusing in class. Johnny takes it as a yes.
“You know, he auditioned to be in the dance club,” Jaehyun says, not too subtle at all. Mark is visibly shaken, and his next shot misses the basketball hoop by an inch. “Contemporary dance, or something.”
“Oh. Nice,” Mark mumbles, taking the ball from Jaehyun’s hands and lining up his shot. He shoots, and the ball falls into the hoop. “Um, what did you say was his name again?”
“Why don’t you ask Hyuck?” Jaehyun, the bastard that he is, snidely says. There’s a smile on his face that Mark faintly doesn’t like. Maybe it’s because of how smug it is. “They’re friends. Maybe Hyuck could set you up with him.”
“No thanks.” Mark says, throwing the ball. It makes an arch and dances along the rim, but it tumbles out at the last second. There’s a frown on his face, and Jaehyun takes it as a yes.
“So… some little birdies told me,” Hyuck singsongs as he slides into the seat beside Mark’s in English Literature. “About your little crush.”
“It’s not a crush. I’m just curious,” Mark rolls his eyes. He acts as nonchalant as he can, which isn’t really much— but it’s the thought that counts, right? “I’ve never really seen him around.”
“Well, now you have,” Donghyuck drawls. He yawns. “You only have, like, two classes together. Might as well shoot your shot with Renjun.”
“Renjun?” Mark repeats. “That’s his name?”
Donghyuck pauses, then sighs. “Oops.”
“Renjun,” Mark says again, eyes furrowed as he tries to let the name slide across his tongue as smooth as he can. “Ren. Jun. Renjun.”
“Hm?” A voice that’s neither Donghyuck’s or Mark’s chimes in. Mark turns and finds himself face to face with— “You called?”
“Oh, yeah,” Donghyuck is always the one to pick up after Mark, but he’s not one to complain this time. He drapes an arm across Mark’s shoulders to pull him close, a bright smile on his face. Mark already knows that this spells trouble. “Mark’s the guy I was telling you about yesterday. He won’t shut up about you.”
“That’s not true!” Mark says a little too quickly, removing himself from Donghyuck with a grumble. “Don’t mind him. He’s a filthy liar and he lies about almost everything.”
“Oh, I know,” Renjun says, taking the seat in front of Mark. A win, maybe. His blonde hair is a thin enough curtain that Mark can see his eyes even through the hair. And… is that glittery lip gloss? Renjun smiles, a soft thing. “I’ve seen way too many of that.”
Donghyuck huffs. At least Mark found a smooth opportunity to talk; maybe Donghyuck can lord it over his head for a while.
Renjun smiles at Mark and Mark grins back at him shyly. Oh yeah, Donghyuck is definitely using this as blackmail material.
“So, did you get his number?”
Mark takes a long sip of beer when Jungwoo asks. He takes his time, like he could delay the inevitable.
“And what if I did?” Mark huffs, holding the red cup in his hand. Jungwoo cheers, though the sound is lost amongst all the noise in the frat house. It’s a party, and Mark is sitting on the living room couch while Jungwoo badgers him about his latest conquest.
Or at least, what’s supposed to be his latest conquest.
“It’s been what, four days?” Jungwoo asks. He wiggles his eyebrows. “Are you guys…?”
“No, no!” Mark squacks, pink in the face. Jungwoo thinks it’s a combination of the alcohol and the supposed utter homosexualness of Mark’s situation. Jungwoo likes to think that constantly texting some boy and giggling about it is indeed very gay. “It’s just casual conversation. It’s nothing.”
“Come on,” Jungwoo whines. “I placed my bet on you, Markie! Don’t let me down!”
“That’s not my fault.” Mark shrugs, downing his cup of beer. It tastes like something from the dollar store (it probably is, but still), but at least it gives him an excuse to not talk.
Jungwoo just groans, slumping over Mark’s lap. The latter half heartedly tries to shake him off to no avail. “What does he even look like, anyway? Does he have ‘Mark Lee’s Type’ written all over him?”
“Shut up,” Mark mumbles, covering his eyes with a hand. He wonders if Renjun’s lipgloss is flavored. “He’s just… He— He's pretty.”
Jungwoo takes that as a yes.
So Mark may have a type. So what? Big deal. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and Mark likes pretty boys.
He’s in the library, hunched over his readings about literary theories when a chair across him scrapes along the floor.
“Johnny’s planning another party on Saturday.” Donghyuck says, plunking himself down on the seat he got for himself.
Mark grunts, highlighting another sentence before looking up. “We already had one last week.”
“So you’re not coming?” Donghyuck pouts. He rests his chin in his hands. “You can bring Renjun along, you know.”
Mark clenches his jaw, then shakes his head. “He’s not that type of guy, I think.”
“Oh yeah?” Donghyuck snatches Mark’s phone from the table, to which the latter shoots up and tries to take back. The younger snickers, tapping Mark’s cap. “Calm down, I won’t do anything bad.”
“I don’t believe you,” Mark hisses, fixing his cap. “Give it back!”
“Shh, hold on,” Donghyuck says, holding up Mark’s phone. “What’s your password again?”
“My password is privacy,” Mark snatches it and tucks it in a jacket pocket. He grumbles, “What were you even planning to do?”
Donghyuck lets out a puff of air, pouting. “Don’t play dumb. Hurry up and shoot your shot.”
Mark pretends that his readings are far more interesting.
hey markie!!
It’s fine. He gets called that all the time. It’s completely whatever.
“Oh god, Mark’s acting weird again.” Donghyuck groans when he hears Mark giggle like a maniac as he types.
“Shut up,” Mark grumbles, unable to wipe the smile on his face. “Leave me alone.”
It’s a Thursday night, and Mark has to submit a draft of his work to his professor by tomorrow, but he’s spent the last thirty minutes pacing around his room.
“Wassup, you wanna hang on Saturday?” Too weird.
“Hey, Renjun, are you free around the weekend?” Also weird.
“Dude… do you wanna be, like, my plus one for this party—” Can Mark think of anything else?
He stares at his phone, the black screen that’s now his enemy. Fuck it. What’s the worst that can happen?
yo
Mark facepalms. His heart races when he feels his phone vibrate.
hm?
For some goddamn reason, Mark can picture Renjun pouting as he hums. Does Renjun do that? It’d be pretty cool if he did.
so theres this party on sat
im listening
yea my bros are setting another one up and i was thinkin ..... u wanna come with?
Mark chews his lip, watching Renjun type.
we got finals in two weeks tho :((
And that’s when Mark gets that oh moment. Oh, yeah. Shit.
oh fuck
right :< sorry injunnie
maybe next time then?
Renjun leaves him on seen for approximately two minutes, but boy if that wasn’t the longest two minutes of Mark’s life. He feels like he could tumble onto the floor and the carpet would catch him.
i mean i’d love to go!! im free !!! i think,,
umm but if i go, i cant stay for long tho :(( gotta prep for finals yknow?
Folks, it’s a win. Mark - 1, Life - 0
hell yeah its no prob, do u want me to pick u up?
i’d love that !!!!
It takes them less than five minutes to work out the rest of the details, but Mark is left thinking of all the possibilities that could possibly happen for the rest of the night. Good thing he’s got Grammarly Premium to sweep up after his mess.
(Maybe he can ask Renjun if he wants to have brunch at the university café tomorrow.)
“Lemon iced tea?” Johnny raises a brow as he stops by Mark’s table. The incriminating drink sits on the other side. “Who the hell drinks iced tea with a lemon in it?”
“Go away! Shoo!” Mark says, waving his hands away. “He’s coming soon!”
“Who’s coming?” Johnny asks, before it dawns on him. He does a lip bite that Mark thinks came from the depths of hell. “Oh. He sure will be coming soon.”
"Hyung!" Mark gets up, picking up a spoon with a tomato red face . He waves said spoon around threateningly as Johnny runs to the entrance of the café. “G-Get lost!”
When Johnny leaves with a cackle, Renjun appears a few minutes later. As if on cue, or by destiny, or something. “Hi Markie!”
“Hey Junnie,” Mark smiles, hoping the tips of his ears still aren’t flaming. “I ordered drinks for us first, if that’s fine.”
“Yeah, it’s totally cool,” Renjun says, moving to take his seat, before he stops. His eyes brighten up. “Lemon iced tea?”
“Yep!” Mark smiles. He’s so glad Renjun noticed. “You told me the other day, remember? How you like it?”
“Yeah,” Renjun takes a sip from his drink and lets out a little sigh as he sets the glass down. He smiles at Mark, cheeks dusted a light pink. “Thanks, Markie.”
(“Oh yeah,” Mark says later that night, sharing drinks with his frat brothers. He’s all smug about it. “He wants me.”
The kitchen is filled with wolf-whistles. Jaehyun rolls his eyes, “Don’t break him.”
Mark rolls his eyes and says, “I won’t, don’t worry.”)
Mark keeps telling himself that it’s just a party. It’s not even one of those fancy parties, or even a semi -formal one. He’s got nothing to worry about.
Which is why he frowns as he figures out how to wear his cap. Is it too much? How does he wear it? How does someone even wear a hat ‘right’?
He puts it on and throws finger guns at himself. He looks good. Or, well, that’s what Mark tells himself as he fixes his shirt. God, it’s not even his shirt— Johnny lent it to him, thinking that maybe oversized clothes would work in his favor. Your collarbones are so fucking sexy, Johnny said. Renjun’s gonna melt!
But now he just looks like some baby. A baby trying to hide his babiness by wearing a necklace that dips between said collarbones as it dangles a bit from his chest; it’s faux gold, but it’s one of Jaehyun’s prized possessions. Hell, Donghyuck even ‘stylishly’ messed up Mark’s black hair with a smirk and said, “Go get him.”
Jungwoo didn't do much except give the 'ok', and that seemed to satisfy everyone.
Mark puts on his glasses, squinting at himself in the mirror, and he’s unsure if Renjun would be impressed.
Half an hour before the party, Mark heads for the dorms. He stands by the entrance to the dorm building, trying to look as casual as possible. No one turns to look at him, which is probably a good thing— he feels ridiculous, just a bit.
Just play it cool, Mark tells himself smoothly. He swallows, taking out his phone; anything to distract himself from the anxiety twisting his stomach into a pretzel. Just be cool, Mark.
His phone almost tumbles out of his grip when he hears a familiar voice say, “Hey, Mark!”
Okay, yeah, this isn’t going to work.
“Hey, Jun, what’s up?” Mark internally cringes as he puts his phone away and sticks his fist out. Renjun fist bumps him with a giggle.
“Nothing much,” Renjun tucks a bit of hair behind his ear and, like, Renjun is pretty . His hair frames his face so perfectly and it looks so soft that Mark almost reaches up to touch it. He’s wearing smoky eye makeup and lipstick and he smells like strawberries— “You look… good.”
“I look good?” Mark parrots back, almost in disbelief. He scans Renjun up and down. It’s a normal fit, but it just suits Renjun so well for some odd reason. Especially the Moomin shirt tucked into ripped jeans. “You look awesome, dude!”
Renjun giggles and hides his smile behind the back of his hand. Mark likes the sound of his laugh. Like, a lot. Oh dude, is Renjun flirting right now?
“C’mon, we should go,” Renjun says, combing back his hair with his fingers. “Do I look like I’ll fit in?”
“You’ll do just fine, babe,” The pet name slips out of Mark’s mouth easily and Renjun doesn’t say anything— just wraps an arm around Mark’s waist as he throws out another one of his bedazzling smiles. “Let’s go?”
“Hey, Mark! Woah—” Jaehyun lets out a low whistle when he sees Renjun practically curled up beside Mark on the couch of the frat house. There’s a smile on Jaehyun’s face that Mark doesn’t like. “You’re Renjun, right?”
“Hi,” Renjun smiles softly, sticking out a hand for Jaehyun to shake. “I’m Mark’s friend.”
“Right,” Mark pretends he doesn’t hear the undertone in Jaehyun’s voice. “Donghyuck introduced you two to each other?”
“We bonded over our shared hatred for him, more like.” Renjun laughs, taking a dainty sip from his cup of beer. If it tastes like shit, Renjun doesn’t let it show.
“Hm, Donghyuck is talented at that,” Jaehyun shrugs. He quirks an eyebrow at Mark. “You two have fun.”
“We will!” Mark flashes a fake smile, letting the word ‘murder’ dance across his eyes as he looks at Jaehyun. Jaehyun himself isn’t fazed. “Thanks, Jae, you can go now.”
Jaehyun throws him a wink, so poorly hidden that Mark wants to die. Renjun doesn’t notice. Or at least, he doesn’t say anything about it.
“You want another drink?” Mark turns to find Renjun nuzzling his neck, humming. Renjun is a little too close, and Mark can feel hot breaths tickling his skin. He wants to move away, but he doesn’t wanna ruin his chances either.
“It's okay, I’m fine,” Renjun moves away, and Mark curses himself for asking. Renjun yawns, “You can get yourself one, if you want. I don’t mind.”
“Nah, nah, I’m good.” Mark clears his throat. He spots Johnny out of the corner of his eye. “You gotta go now?”
“No, I’m fine,” Renjun sighs, settling back into Mark’s space. Yet another win. “I can stay for an hour or two more.”
Mark can see Johnny fist pumping. He ignores it. “Alright, just let me know if—”
“Markie~” Mark sighs when he hears Donghyuck’s voice close to his ear; he whispers something about to just ignore Donghyuck into Renjun’s ear. “Oh? Injunnie!”
“Do you hear something, Mark?” Renjun mumbles, cuddling close to Mark. Mark almost jumps about a foot in the air.
“Meanies,” Donghyuck fake sniffs as he slithers onto Mark’s other side. He suddenly surges forward to kiss Mark on the neck, to which the latter shivers and whines. “What?”
“We’re at a party,” Mark shoves Donghyuck off him. “At least act decent.”
Renjun is watching them with amusement and interest. Donghyuck catches it and smiles at him, “Mark’s sensitive.”
Mark groans, “Hyuck!”
“Is that why you’re so stiff?” Renjun asks, but doesn’t try to move away. “I can give you space if you want.”
“It’s fine,” Mark lets out a squeak. “It’s just— Hyuck’s a menace.”
“Especially on the neck area,” Donghyuck picks up where he left off, smirking. “And back, I think.”
He demonstrates by trying to write something on Mark’s back, and Mark instinctively thrashes around. He ends up dropping the cup and spilling the beer all over his lap. “Shit!”
“Woah!” Renjun moves away the same time Donghyuck does. “Mark—”
“I’m fine,” Mark grumbles,turning to glare at Donghyuck, but the latter just shoots him an apologetic smile and dives off the couch to blend in with the crowd of people. Mark curses Donghyuck in his head and makes a mental note to choke him out later. “Fuck. Guess I gotta change my clothes.”
“Guess you have to,” Renjun echoes, setting his own cup down on the coffee table as he grabs Mark by the arm. “Where’s your room? I’ll help you.”
Mark flushes pink, “H-Help me change my shorts?”
“Wha— no!” It’s Renjun’s turn to blush as he pulls Mark up. “Just— ugh, just stay behind me. People are probably gonna think you pissed yourself.”
Oh yeah. Makes sense. Mark tries to not think about all the implications that could possibly implicate something as Renjun holds his hand and guides him through the swell of people.
“Where’s your room?” Renjun throws over his shoulder, voice barely heard over the loud music.
“What?”
“Your room!”
“Oh. Upstairs,” Mark shouts back. “Second door to the left.”
Renjun doesn’t let go even for a moment. Mark notices Johnny following them as they ascend said stairs, and when he makes eye contact with Johnny, the latter gives him a saucy wink.
Mark wants to die.
“Here, right?” Renjun stops at a door with a sign that says ‘KEEP OUT: SEXY PEOPLE ONLY!’. That’s when Mark actually dies and feels his soul descend into hell. “Nice sign.”
“Thanks,” Mark chokes out. “I-I got it as a birthday gift.”
Renjun snickers, opening the door. Mark can’t help but make a joke, “Woah, there. Are you trying to do something…?”
“Mark!” Renjun whines, flushing red.
“Sorry,” Mark says sheepishly. “I mean, you are still holding my hand.”
Renjun looks down. “Huh,” he says, before slowly letting go. Mark wants to cry and scream and shake and scream. “I guess I was.”
The two stand there awkwardly, eyes fixing on things that are coincidentally not each other. Mark can’t help but blurt, “Do you… wanna come inside or…”
“H-Huh?” Renjun looks like he’s been slapped across the face by a ghost. Can ghosts even touch humans? “Are you trying to do something?”
“Yes. I mean, no! Well—” Mark makes some erratic movements with his hands like they’ll help him articulate himself. “I mean, if you wanna, but I was really gonna… change my shorts… but if you want to—”
“I… Mark, you’re great and everything. Like, really great,” Renjun winces like he’s in pain, and Mark braces himself for the rejection. “The past two weeks have been great and all—”
Mark waits for the other shoe to drop. The metaphorical ball. The ‘but’.
“—but I don’t know if it’s gonna work. We’re both tops, so…”
Now’s your chance! Mark’s brain screams. Mark takes it. Because he can. Because his type is the only one that can give him what he wants.
“A-And that’s fine!” Mark blurts out before he really thinks about it. He lets his evolved monkey brain take the reins. “It’s not… I-I don’t top anyway, so it’s c-cool!”
Mark’s jaw makes an audible clicking sound as it shuts, and it feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on him. Renjun is slack jawed, face drained of color (which is probably good because, like, his lips are super pink).
Ah, shit.
“S-Sorry?” Mark squeaks, shuffling his feet a bit as he makes hand gestures that actually don’t make sense. “Jesus, Injun, I swear that just sl—”
“Y-You’re a bottom?” Renjun whispers, dumbfounded. He’s pointing at Mark, eyes caught in a weird combo of squinting and being as wide as flying saucers. “You’re a bottom? ”
“I like it, okay!” Mark wants his eyes to melt into the sockets because his face is on fire. He probably wants to cry, too. Maybe just a teeny, tiny bit. “I… T-That’s just my preference!”
Renjun stares at him. Mark stares right back. It’s so silent between them even though the party is raging on just below. Mark can feel his heart is going all over the place and it’s not helping at all.
“You’re a bottom,” Renjun says, in awe, like he hit the jackpot and he can’t believe it. He licks his lips. Mark kind of wants to be doing that. “Guess I can show myself in, if you don’t mind?”
Renjun grabs a hold of Mark’s hand and tugs him in the room without a word, using a foot to slam the door shut. Mark feels the wind get knocked out of him and he grunts as he’s pinned against the wood.
“I didn’t exactly give you permission to enter my room yet.” Is the only thing that leaves Mark’s mouth, as well as a chuckle. His easy going demeanor is betrayed only by the fact one of his hands frantically tries to lock the door in one go.
“Yeah, well, you offered a while ago,” Renjun giggles as he watches, letting his own hands run up Mark’s sides. Mark squirms. “Just wanna check in, so... we’re really doing this?”
“If you wanna,” Mark mumbles. “Don’t worry, dude, I’m clean. I-If you want, I got some condoms in my drawer, but do you wanna— I mean, I know that this is sudden and shit but like— fuck—”
Mark jolts when he feels fingers knock his snapback to the side and curl into his hair, pulling and tugging him closer to Renjun.
Mark takes it as a yes.
“Keep the necklace on,” Renjun says as he dumps his shirt onto the floor. Mark’s beer-soaked shorts are pooled around his ankles as the two of them hungrily kiss on the bed, Renjun caging Mark under him. “It’s kinda sexy on you.”
“You’re kinda weird.” Mark says against his lips, groans when he feels a warm hand splay over his stomach.
“Shut up,” Renjun says, pulling away to spread Mark’s legs. “Are you gonna let me fuck you or what?”
“Maybe, if you take off your pants,” Mark hisses and jolts when the aforementioned hand on his stomach moves to slap one of his thighs. “Fuck, don’t do t-that.”
“So Hyuck was telling the truth?” Renjun snorts. “That’s interesting.”
He leans down to kiss Mark again. It's so messy and tastes like candy, and it’s perfect.
“You’re big,” Mark gasps his horror, though he blushes deeply. Mark likes to think his own dick is pretty nice, but Renjun… Shit , dude. “Bro, that’s not gonna fit, I swear.”
“I’ll make it fit,” Renjun smirks as he uses a hand to stroke himself to full hardness. He lets out a quiet groan, eyes sparkling. “And you’ll take it, won’t you? Like a good boy?”
Mark’s mouth falls open, and Renjun takes it as an invitation to kiss him again. Renjun takes care to use a generous amount of lube.
“Yeah,” Mark gasps when he feels the head of Renjun’s cock push in. “Fuck yeah—”
“Shut up,” Renjun growls, slapping a hand over Mark’s open mouth. The yelp he gets as an answer is muffled. “You’re gonna get us caught, dumbass.”
Mark makes a confused groan; there’s a party downstairs, after all. He can only watch blearily as Renjun sinks all the way in, until Renjun is balls deep. Mark tries to mumble his thoughts through the small slits between Renjun’s fingers, but it turns into static when he feels Renjun pull out— slowly, agonizingly. Like a tease.
“Mn—” Mark tries to pry Renjun’s hand away from his mouth, frowning, when Renjun snaps his hips once. Mark lets out probably what he considers his ugliest moan yet, worming its way out of the gaps. “ Ngh! ”
“I told you,” Renjun lightly scolds, removing his hand so that it curls around the base of Mark’s neck instead. “Now keep quiet. Been wanting this all week.”
There was no way for Mark to ask what the hell Renjun meant by that, because Renjun is rough from the very start. He keeps one hand on Mark’s neck while the other grips his waist, pulling him down to meet his thrusts. The sound of skin hitting skin is so loud that Mark thinks he’ll bruise afterwards. Fuck, that’d be hot.
“Injun,” Mark moans, eyes rolling back into his head when the hand on his throat squeezes. The bed rocks and thumps against the wall. “Injun, yeah, fuck me h-harder—”
“Would’ve done this sooner if I knew,” Renjun whispers his confession against Mark’s heartbeat, leaving a trail of bites downwards. “Just wanted to bend you over and have my way with—”
“Right there!” Mark cries, arching his back. His arms shoot up to wrap themselves around Renjun’s neck to pull him close. His cap is about to fall off and the necklace compliments the hickeys blossoming across his skin.
Renjun hisses when he feels Mark clench down, nibbling on a dusky nipple just to hear Mark let out a high-pitched moan. Shameless.
“Oh god, cum in me,” Mark begs, ghosting a hand over his own cock. He manages to jerk himself off a bit until his toes are curling, but Renjun takes said hand and pins it back down on the lumpy mattress. “Fuck, please—”
Renjun lets out a breathy whine, feeling Mark convulse against him. He can’t hold off his own orgasm for long, and it’s all Mark’s fault.
“It’s all your fault,” Renjun growls, grabbing at Mark’s waist and holding it tight. Mark squeals, wiggling a bit on the bed. “Mark...”
“Please let me cum,” Mark sobs, legs dangling in the air as he just takes and takes and takes. Like a good boy, like what Renjun asked of him. But there’s only so much he could take without actually receiving. There’s only so much pleasure that he could endure before he eventually breaks. “ Please, Injun, please—”
“Cum with me,” Renjun mumbles, breaths shaky as brackets Mark in and leaves sloppy kisses along his jaw. His thrusts become rougher, faster, like he’s sure he can make Mark cum just like this. Mark curls his toes and feels a moan rise from his throat, and he thinks that maybe he can. “Cum for me.”
“Jun, fuck,” Mark chokes out, hands reaching up to tug at Renjun’s hair desperately. “I-I can’t, shit— Dude, I-I really ca—”
“You can,” Renjun cuts him off, pressing another kiss to the corner of Mark’s lips. If he has any feelings about the spit trailing down, he doesn’t say anything about it; rather, he licks it up and giggles. “You’ve done it before, haven’t you?”
Mark squeaks, screwing his eyes shut. He wants to say something, but he can’t because he’s too embarrassed. Horny out of his mind, too. Fuck, he needs to cum.
“I know your type,” Renjun barks out laughter, like he can read Mark as easily as cracking open a book. He grinds into Mark’s prostate just to hear a high-pitched ‘ah, ah!’ ring throughout the room; Renjun doesn’t have the heart to shush him this time. “C’mon, you can cum. Just need that little push, hm?”
Mark has no idea what Renjun is talking about. No idea, not a clue, nada. He’s still confused when he feels Renjun remove his snapback and toss it aside. He whines when Renjun lets him lay flat down on his back and gives him a pillow, and Mark looks up at him in wonder.
“Something to hold onto,” Renjun answers, grinning as he lifts one of Mark’s legs to rest on his shoulder. “You can be loud, by the way.”
Mark actually feels the moan being punched out of him, drawn out and needy when Renjun pulls out to slam back in. Renjun does it again, and Mark holds the pillow so tight that he’s just about to rip it. He cries out, “Renjun, ah, R-Renjun—!”
Renjun just grunts, looking right at Mark as he smirks and slowly pulls out. Mark scrunches his eyes shut, feeling the rosy flush snake down his chest. Mark tries to hide a needy moan, but it bleeds through his lips anyway when Renjun roughly fucks back into him.
Mark feels his eyes roll back into his skull as he sobs. The pleasure is white hot, searing, and he tumbles head first into it.
“So?” Renjun hums, panting. He pulls off the condom, ties it, and throws it in the trash beside Mark’s bed. Mark himself is sprawled across the bed, breathless. “Better than you imagined?”
“Yeah,” Mark’s voice cracks, and Renjun feels his face twitch because Mark is so wrecked . Because Mark came so hard that there’s a bit of cum on his neck that he didn’t bother to wipe off. Because Mark raises his head and there are still tears in his eyes and there’s a tongue that wets his kiss-swollen lips. There’s so many lipstick marks— so pretty. “So… So good.”
Renjun chuckles, pulling away the pillow to assess the damage. It’s got sweat and cum on the side where Mark clung on for dear life. Gross, but also hot. Renjun made Mark do that.
Doesn’t stop Renjun from smiling, though. The aftersex glow makes him look so good, Mark thinks. Even with the smudged makeup and ruffled hair.
“Thanks,” Shit. Did Mark say that out loud? “Yeah, you did. Don’t worry, you’re not too bad yourself.”
“I just…” Mark tilts his head to the side, using a hand to wipe off the cum on his neck and chest. It’s not that effective, but whatever. He whines, “I just— that was the best fuck I’ve had in a while.”
“Mm, yeah, kind of figured,” Renjun shrugs. He looks around the floor before picking up a towel that’s probably days old off the floor. Renjun looks at Mark, voice high-pitched, “Right there, Jun! Gonna cum! Fuck, I’m cum—ming!”
“I did not say it like that!” Mark manages to find a burst of strength to sit up. He splutters. That orgasm was mind blowing. Life changing. Blackout-causing. But Mark would never say it. “I d— Not like t-that!”
“Whatever! It was something along those lines, now shush,” Renjun admonishes him, using the towel to wipe across Mark’s stomach. Mark jolts away. “Sorry. Too rough?”
“Sensitive.” Mark mumbles, relaxing. His head lolls so Renjun can gently wipe off the smeared cum and lipstick off his neck.
Renjun chuckles softly. The faux gold looks good on Mark, but Renjun doesn’t say anything. “Yeah, I know. Hyuck told me.”
“I’m never trusting him again,” Mark huffs. The towel slides across his jaw, and there’s a rumble in his throat as Renjun wipes at his jawline. “Are you— mmph, that feels good— do you have to go now?”
Renjun hums, pulling away and sighing when one of the lipstick marks doesn't quite disappear yet. Or is that a hickey? Mark watches Renjun scoot closer, lets Renjun continue to clean him up the best he can with a smile on his face.
Mark takes it as a no.
Mark has a type.
“Hey,” Johnny says as they chill at the back of the room. Mark is busy trying to balance a pen on his mouth. “So you got some last night?”
The pen clatters to the desk. Mark turns to look at Johnny. “What?”
“Dude, you guys were so loud,” Johnny whispers, wiggling his eyebrows. “I was climbing up the stairs when— dude, holy shit, I thought I was hearing a girl!”
“Huh,” Mark says, bopping to some unhearable music all of a sudden. Johnny doesn’t question it. “That loud, huh?”
“Are you like, some kind of sex god? How’d you manage to make—” Johnny asks just as Renjun strolls up to the lecture hall, scanning the rows for a seat. Johnny clamps his mouth shut, and Mark looks straight ahead at the blank board.
Mark feels Johnny nudge him, and he clenches his jaw to will the blush away. Johnny nudges him hard once and Mark would have tumbled to the ground if he didn’t use the table to stop himself.
The creak of the wooden table has Renjun turning, eyes squinting, before promptly widening. Mark just glances at him, nostrils flared, before his eyes are glued to the whiteboard once more. Johnny stops nudging him.
Mark doesn’t say a goddamn thing. Renjun doesn’t walk up to him. But when Mark glances at him again, Renjun finds a chair, in front of Mark and two rows ahead. Renjun turns, just enough for Mark to get a glimpse of his smirk, before facing forward once more. Wow, Renjun’s lips are really pretty.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try and ask for a round two.