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The door slams shut, hard enough for it to rattle in the frame, and a chill runs down Jaehyun’s spine at the sheer force of it.

“Mark—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it, Jaehyun.”

No honorifics. Nothing polite about his tone. Just pure, unadulterated rage.

Furious hands rifling through a suitcase, shoes hitting the floor in a dull thud, outer layers shed until he’s just a body flushed with frustration and buzzing with unchecked energy, anger mixing with disappointment in a ticking time bomb, set to go off at any second.

Jaehyun knows he’s going to blow up. It’s only a matter of time. It always is, when one of them gets like this — too bright to touch, too hot to calm down, too lost in frustration to do anything but let it build until it snaps, elastic stretched too thin.

The bathroom door slams shut behind him. It doesn’t surprise Jaehyun necessarily, but he still flinches at the sound. It’s softer than before, but furious nonetheless, hard enough for Jaehyun to wince at the wooden door frame rattling in Mark’s wake.

The room is brimming with anger even with Mark locked a whole room away. The air is alive with it, sparking and crackling with unhinged energy as Jaehyun sits on the edge of his bed and pulls his shoes off, setting them neatly to the side of the bed, pulling his socks off and putting them back into his suitcase. The calm to Mark’s storm. The order to his chaos.

Jaehyun closes his eyes and runs his palms over his face, mind stuck on Mark’s face after rehearsal, when Taeyong had called him out for messing up the steps to Bring the Noize. The mistake hadn’t been horrible, just a few wrong steps, but it had been enough for them to have to stop and restart the song. Their last concert in the North American leg of the tour was tomorrow, and it was going to be the biggest crowd they’d face yet. They couldn’t afford serious missteps at this stage. They all knew that. Mark knew that.

Jaehyun could see it in Mark’s face, then, that he had been biting back tears. Not because Taeyong was frustrated with him. No, Mark could take that. Taeyong was a good leader — he was kind, and he was fair, and he was patient, but he was not easy on them and he wouldn’t let any of them get away with fucking up when he knew that they knew the steps. So Mark knew he was going to be chastised for his mistake, it wasn’t that. Mark was brought to tears because he was frustrated with himself.

Jaehyun knew the feeling all too well. They all did.

Mark knew the steps. It wasn’t about that. It was about the pressure of being one of two native english speakers in their band, the pressure of being Mark Lee weighing on the golden boy’s shoulders, his body sagging under it, threatening to crumble at any given moment. It was about the millions of eyes on him expecting him to perform, perform, perform, and never once fuck up. Their ace couldn’t afford to fuck up. It was about Mark getting in his head at one small mistake and letting it avalanche into the song having to be restarted. Twice.

The shower turns on and Jaehyun turns his phone on, flicking through his notifications if only to distract himself from what’s coming. A text from Johnny to take care of Mark tonight, worried because he knows how implosive Mark can get when he’s upset, knowing that Jaehyun’s the only one that can ever calm him down. A similar text comes in from Taeyong, asking Jaehyun to talk to Mark because he “listens” to Jaehyun in a way he doesn’t listen to anyone else. Another text from Taeyong, this time in their group chat, for them to all get good rest and wake up ready to perform with clear heads. Jaehyun knows Mark will see it and scoff at it later, rolling his eyes at Taeyong’s misused emojis and over-enthusiastic exclamation points. He’d look forward to laughing at the childish display if he wasn’t so concerned.

And he was. Concerned, that is.

He’d been concerned the first second Mark moved into the wrong position on stage, and had been concerned when he did it again a few minutes later, and had been concerned when Taeyong asked them to cut the music to ask what was going on, and had been concerned when Mark couldn’t do anything but shake his head without crying, and had been concerned the whole silent bus ride back when Mark sat with his head pressed to the window, knees drawn up on his seat and didn’t say one goddamn word.

Jaehyun is still concerned five minutes later, when the water cuts off and he can hear Mark mulling around the bathroom, pacing and wasting time and probably getting worked up all over again, lost in his head with no way out.

Jaehyun wants to be his way out. Needs to be.

The door to the bathroom opens in a rush of steam and a flood of light. Jaehyun’s head shoots up at the noise, catching Mark’s eye before he looks away. Mark isn’t quick enough.

Jaehyun knows that look. That’s Mark’s on-the-verge-of-tears look, he saw it earlier, and he recognizes it the same now. Jaehyun fucking hates that look.

He hates even more what he’s about to do.

“Stop staring at me,” Mark says. His voice sounds small and strained and Jaehyun hates that too.

Mark can’t afford a night like this, of crying and feeling bad for himself. Not before such a big day. He’d wake up with puffy eyes and a raw throat and a guilty conscience and the makeup noonas would yell at him, and Taeyong would yell at him, and he’d probably end up actually fucking up again during the concert. And not only would Mark never hear the end of it, Jaehyun would go right down with him for not doing anything about it. Taeyong’s text comes back to him, he listens to you.

Jaehyun will make him listen. He will. But first, he’s going to make him mad.

“I’m not staring at you,” he shrugs. A lie. They both know it.

Mark cuts him a glare before pulling on his pajama pants under the towel wrapped around his waist, jerking the worn sweats over his still damp skin, forgoing a shirt entirely, much to Jaehyun’s dismay. Modest when changing but comfortable enough to be half-naked.

“I can feel your eyes on me.”

“Get your head out of your fucking ass, Mark,” Jaehyun grits out, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible despite the way his heart clenches at the words, hating having to talk to him like this, hoping Mark knows deep down that he doesn’t mean a damn word of it. “Not everything is about you.”

Jaehyun watches the words hit. Sees the tightness in Mark’s jaw when he clenches his teeth before turning to face Jaehyun. “I know what you’re doing, hyung, and it’s not going to work.”

“Oh, so now I’m your hyung?” Jaehyun asks, standing up. He can see it now, that fire building back up, a single spark burning away the tears that were threatening to spill over in Mark’s eyes. It’s working. Just a little further. “I was just ‘Jaehyun’ when you were telling me to fuck off.”

“I wasn’t telling you to fuck off,” Mark says slowly, a mockery of calmness as his fists clench into the towel in his hands. “I just said I didn’t want to fucking talk about it.”

“Oh, wah,” Jaehyun spits out, watching the jab land. “Be a fucking adult and accept that you made a mistake and that you have to get your shit together before tomorrow.”

“I know that I made a mistake,” Mark snaps, eyes bright, dancing with fire. There he is. He takes a step closer to Jaehyun almost mindlessly, falling right into their choreographed dance, familiar and yet just as thrilling as the first time it happened, Jaehyun accidentally egging him on until all of his sadness burnt into anger. Jaehyun’s pulse thrums in his ears, knowing Mark’s getting close to right where he’s leading him. “I was just in my head, okay? So drop it, dude. Just let me have this tonight.”

But Jaehyun can’t let that happen, can he? Mark doesn’t get to just ‘have this’ tonight. Mark can’t afford it. The group can’t afford it. They both know that too.

He listens to you. Take care of him.

“Don’t be fucking pathetic, Markie.”

And that’s what does it. Either calling him pathetic or calling him Markie, a nickname born when they were rookies that only really Johnny still uses — when he pulls Mark under his arm to ruffle his hair and coo at him like a child, making fun of him on camera just because it’s fun and he can.

Mark takes two steps towards him and moves to push Jaehyun’s shoulders only for Jaehyun to catch his wrists and squeeze. Hard. Mark huffs out a guttural noise of frustration, eyes nearly black. Jaehyun knows he has him right where he wants him, caught in his clever-spun web. Mark falls for it every time.

Jaehyun grins wide, making sure both dimples are popping out as he coos in Mark’s face, his tone far more cruel than he’d ever let himself be on camera. “Aww, Markie. You trying to push me? That’s cute, baby.”

“Call me Markie One. More. Fucking. Time,” Mark seethes. Jaehyun’s mind screams at him that Mark didn’t say anything about him calling him baby. Maybe he likes it, maybe he— Jaehyun tears his brain away from that thought before it can grow into something bigger. Something dangerous.

Jaehyun pulls Mark in by the wrists until he can feel the warmth of his skin through the t-shirt Jaehyun had slung on in their dressing room. Not touching, but close enough for the impression of Mark’s chest, firm and solid, against his. He leans forward, Mark’s wrists still caught in his grip and drops his voice to a harsh whisper. “What are you going to do about it, Markie?” Mark thrashes against his grip and Jaehyun swallows a victorious grin. “Cry?”

“Oh, fuck you, Jaehyun,” Mark growls, finally freeing his now bright red wrists from Jaehyun’s grip before actually pushing him, hard enough for Jaehyun’s knees to buckle against the edge of the bed, his back hitting the mattress with a thud and his breath punching out of him.

Jaehyun’s pupils blow dark even as his ears shoot red, feeling equal parts intrigued and humiliated by Mark being able to break free of his grasp. That was different. That was new. Jaehyun swallows hard, brain whirring with a new strategy. Mark normally just yells at him until Jaehyun makes him scream or laugh and all of the tension that was building cracks, diffusing in the air until Mark crawls into bed, exhausted, and sleeps it off.

But this — Jaehyun doesn’t feel like this tension is cracking any time soon.

He acts before he realizes what he’s doing, grabbing Mark and yanking his wrist in a movement so quick even Mark doesn’t realize what’s happening before his back is slamming into the mattress and Jaehyun is scrambling on top of him, pinning his arms above his head, chest heaving with exertion.

Mark’s hips try to buck Jaehyun off and he only tightens his legs around Mark’s waist, keeping him pinned to the mattress as his thighs strain at the effort. Mark thrashes again before sagging back into Jaehyun’s hold, eyes flickering with something Jaehyun has never seen dance in his gaze before, something hungry. Jaehyun wonders distantly if Mark likes being pinned.

“Are you done?” Jaehyun breathes, voice strained from how hard he’s breathing.

“I fucking hate you,” Mark spits back. He thrashes against his hold again before going completely still, lax in Jaehyun’s vice grip. “You’re pissing me the fuck off. What do you want from me, Jae?”

Jaehyun rolls his eyes, letting his hold on Mark’s arms loosen, his legs going lax until he’s mostly just body-weight resting on Mark’s hip bones. “I want you to calm the fuck down, what do you want?”

That same look from earlier crosses Mark’s eyes again and before Jaehyun can react, Mark’s flipping them over, pinning Jaehyun’s arms over his head, straddling his waist, thick thighs bracketing his abs. Jaehyun’s mouth falls open, the words “holy shit” tumbling from his lazy mouth before he snaps it shut. Jaehyun looks, then, and it’s unmistakable. Shirtless with nothing to hide, stomach clenching and abs on display, Jaehyun can’t say Mark’s body isn’t something to marvel at. Jaehyun’s brain goes numb with the fact that he doesn’t remember when Mark started to bulk up.

How did he not notice?

“I want you to shut the fuck up,” Mark says, simply.

Jaehyun’s eyebrows sky-rocket at his tone, his core churning with something dangerous when Mark’s thighs tighten on his own waist, anticipating Jaehyun trying to throw him off his body and working against it. Working smarter than him.

Mark is on top of him. Straddling him. Shirtless and flushed with exertion and still wet from his shower. He’s beautiful, miles of lightly tanned skin and moles and lean muscle. Jaehyun knows Mark is attractive; all of the members are attractive, it’s practically part of their job description. But never has he ever thought to want any of them. Especially not Mark, who calls him dude more often than his name, and giggles like a thirteen year old girl at his every joke.

So why does he feel like he wouldn’t mind if Mark leaned down and kissed him? Jaehyun swallows, that realization shooting through him, fire in his veins. Mark’s hips shift when he tightens his grip on Jaehyun’s wrists and his ass slides over Jaehyun’s lap just a fraction and even the hint of the touch before he returns to straddling Jaehyun’s waist is enough for his cock to twitch in interest where it’s trapped in his underwear.

“I’ll ‘shut the fuck up’ when you calm down,” Jaehyun responds, voice thick and feeling much like a broken record.

“Can you stop treating me like some child throwing a temper tantrum?” Mark spits, one hand leaving Jaehyun’s wrist to bracket Jaehyun’s neck, his words bitter and barbed with thorns as his fingers wrap around the column of Jaehyun’s throat and he slams his head against the mattress.

Jaehyun flinches, pupils blown wide as he swallows against the sturdy weight of Mark’s palm — the pressure not enough to shorten his breath or cut off his air, but enough weight and warmth to be present, the promise that Mark could choke Jaehyun if he wanted to. His next words come out as barely a whisper, “You are not a child, Mark. I’m not treating you like a child. And I do not see you as some kid.”

“Please,” Mark scoffs, rolling his eyes. His fingers tighten just the slightest, the movement barely noticeable if not for the tightening around Jaehyun’s throat. Jaehyun’s heart starts to hammer in his chest. He wonders if Mark can feel it under his fingertips. “All of you treat me like some kid.”

“What, Mark? No, we don’t,” Jaehyun counters, eyebrows furrowing. They really don’t — if anything, Jaehyun goes to Mark for advice more than Mark goes to him. SM’s Ace wasn’t really something thrown around likely.

“Right,” Mark laughs, shaking his head, fingers loosening just the slightest as he casts his gaze away, something defeated in the line of his shoulders.

Jaehyun frowns, his heart-strings tugging at the dimness in Mark’s eyes as he mutters the word. “Seriously, Mark. I’ll do whatever it takes for you to know that.”

There’s a moment of stillness between them, Mark tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing it raw; Jaehyun, staring up at him with concern etched into his forehead, heart still beating furiously in his chest.

“Whatever it takes, huh, hyung?” Jaehyun nods. Mark’s eyes burn dark. “So if I asked you to kiss me?”

Jaehyun balks at the boldness in Mark’s tone and Mark’s eyes shoot wide like he can’t believe he actually just said that, his hands releasing Jaehyun’s wrist and his neck immediately like his touch scalded him, cheeks flushing hot as humiliation climbs over his features. Mark’s still towering over him, on top of him, and yet he’s never looked so small.

“Kiss you?” Jaehyun repeats, voice strained as he swallows hard. He realizes distantly that he almost misses the weight of Mark’s hand around his throat and his own skin flushes, his ears burning crimson, standing out against the white of the pillow cases like a neon sign.

“I’m sorry,” Mark rushes to say, the words tumbling over each other as he vomits them into the charged air between them. “Yo, I am like so sorry dude, that, uh, that was like outta pocket. I took that way too far. I know you don’t see me like that, or whatever. Jesus. Um. Look, it’s nothing, it’s just some stupid crush or something because you’re older and hot and perfect or whatever and I’ll like totally get over it, I promise. I know you don’t want me like that and like dude, I totally get it, I do. Um, oh God, I’m rambling aren’t I? I’ll uh—”

“Older and hot and perfect, huh?” Jaehyun cuts him off with raised, amused eyebrows, trying desperately to take some of the nervous edge out of Mark’s tone. But of course, that just eggs Mark’s panic on further.

“Oh, God. Did I say that out loud? Fuck. I am begging you to forget that, actually,” Mark whines, hands coming up to scrub over his face. “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to just— “

“Mark.”

“Sorry,” he whispers miserably, his eyes screwing shut as he scrubs his palms over his face. “Oh my God, sorry, I cannot believe I just said all that.”

“Mark,” Jaehyun repeats softly, reaching up for one of Mark’s wrists and pulling it away from his face. “Look at me.”

There’s no room for argument in Jaehyun’s tone and Mark has always been good at listening to instructions. He looks at Jaehyun, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze for what feels like the first time all night. Jaehyun swallows at the intensity, the entire world reflected back in his deep brown irises.

Jaehyun takes one deep breath and swallows his pride whole, dragging Mark’s wrist, still loose in his grasp, behind him until his palm is pressed directly on top of Jaehyun’s dick, half-hard and straining against his sweatpants. Jaehyun’s eyes flutter closed at the delicious lick of pressure from Mark’s hand before he blinks them open, gaze boring into Mark’s as he sets his jaw and grits out: “Does it feel like I see you as some kid? Does it feel like I don’t want you, Mark?”

There’s fire back in Mark’s eyes but it’s different now — less tainted with fury, red lust scalding in his irises instead — Jaehyun hopes it burns him alive and swallows him whole.

“Hyung—”

“Ask me again, Mark.” Jaehyun instructs, a soft moan slipping from the back of his throat when Mark’s palm drags down the length of him, rolling over the head of Jaehyun’s cock in a practiced glide. “Ask me to kiss you.”

“Kiss me,” Mark breathes, sliding down Jaehyun’s body until his ass is right over Jaehyun’s half-hard cock. Jaehyun holds his breath as Mark rolls his hips just enough for them both to gasp at the lick of friction, the air between them thick with unresolved tension, need and want and something new and uncharted filling their lungs. Jaehyun’s palms drag up Mark’s sides until his waist fits between his hands, a smile pulling at his cheeks when Mark’s breath hitches at the sweep of his thumbs against his bare ribcage.

“Nicely,” Jaehyun breathes, sitting up enough to drag his nose against Mark’s cheek, his lips ghosting Mark’s mouth. Mark’s eyes flutter shut, his chin tilting up to capture Jaehyun’s mouth in a kiss only for a frustrated whine to fall from his lips when Jaehyun turns his face away. “Ask hyung to kiss you nicely,” Jaehyun orders him, smiling against his skin.

Mark pulls back, eyes dancing with mischief as he rolls his hips slow, slow, slow, over Jaehyun’s lap, head tilting slightly and eyes wide, the picture of innocence as he smiles down at Jaehyun and asks, “Kiss me, please, hyungie.”

So it’s gonna be like that, Jaehyun groans internally, his dick chubbing up where it’s flush under Mark’s ass, desire filling Jaehyun's veins with fire as his eyes go black.

Jaehyun pulls Mark in by his chin, unable to bear another second of crushing tension between them, his grip hard enough that Mark has no choice but to move towards him, but not hard enough to go anywhere close to bruising.

The kiss is hungry, teeth clashing and noses fighting for a better angle as they try to drown themselves in each other. Mark smells like the fucking hotel shampoo and his hair is soaking wet and dripping onto Jaehyun’s face, and Jaehyun should hate everything about it but when he slides his fingers through the back of Mark’s hair to tug his head back, the new angle deepens the kiss and Mark moans into his mouth and Jaehyun wouldn’t trade it for the world. Mark opens up beautifully for him, mouth parting when Jaehyun licks at the seam of his lips, enough for him to slip his tongue inside.

The kiss turns lazy, Mark’s tongue dragging slow and hot against his, little whimpers flying out of his mouth every time Jaehyun tugs on his hair or rolls his hips up to meet Mark’s, abs clenching in when he sucks Mark’s tongue into his mouth and he moans, fingers clenching into Jaehyun’s shirt. He gets drunk on how responsive Mark is when he scrapes his fingernails over his nipples.

“Fuck,” Mark sighs into the kiss, rocking his hips back against Jaehyun’s lap. “Fuck, Jae.” Jaehyun wonders if he looked down if he could see Mark’s cock standing out against his light sweats, if there would be a wet spot where his tip was, Mark’s cock leaking in his pants from how turned on he is. If Mark was as hard as he was, if this was driving him crazy, too.

“Slow down, baby,” Jaehyun says, grinning into Mark’s mouth as he slips a hand into the back of Mark’s sweats. He’s pleasantly surprised when he realizes Mark isn’t wearing underwear, bare warm skin meeting his touch. Jaehyun palms at Mark’s ass, dragging him hard over his lap until their cocks meet in a slower glide, Jaehyun rutting up and meeting Mark’s hips at the same time he pulls Mark down on top of him.

Jaehyun draws Mark back into a kiss as he squeezes his palm over Mark’s ass, fingers dimpling in the plush skin. He moans, fingers shifting to tease Mark’s hole, running over the pucker in teasing circles, as much movement as Jaehyun can get away with with Mark’s sweats still on.

“Stop teasing me,” Mark groans, pullings Jaehyun’s wrists until he reluctantly lets go of Mark’s ass and returns his palms to Mark’s waist. He pulls at the hem of Jaehyun’s shirt until he takes it off, tugging it over his head and tossing it over the side of the bed. Mark runs his palms slowly over Jaehyun’s chest, eyes going dark as he lets his gaze track lazy trails over every inch of Jaehyun’s upper body. “These too,” Mark whispers into his mouth, tugging at the waistband of Jaehyun’s pants, frustrated when his weight keeps the pants pinned to his body. “Wanna feel you.”

“You will,” Jaehyun promises, noncommittal but leaving no room for argument. For now, he wants to take his time. Wants to watch Mark fall apart under his touch, memorize his every response, every noise Jaehyun draws out of him. Jaehyun sweeps his thumb over Mark’s bottom lip, still pink from whatever lip-stain he had put on earlier. Mark drops his mouth open and lets his tongue loll out, docile and submissive. The act shatters when Jaehyun groans and Mark’s cheeks turn up into a grin, eyes dark.

“Jesus Christ, Mark,” Jaehyun grits out, his heart hammering in his chest as his cock throbs where it’s trapped under Mark’s body, every fraction of an inch Mark gives as he squirms on top of his lap driving him insane. He pushes his thumb further, pressing down on Mark’s tongue lightly. Mark lets him, closing his mouth around Jaehyun’s finger to swirl his tongue around the digit, hollowing his cheeks out until his cheekbones stand out. Beautiful. Obscene, but beautiful.

"Can I blow you, hyung?” Mark asks around his fingers, eyes wide and innocent, eager about the prospect of getting Jaehyun in his mouth.

Christ.

Jaehyun’s cock throbs under Mark, fully hard and aching now. The thought of it — Mark’s lips stretched wide around his cock, tears streaming out of his wide eyes, doll face all messed up as Jaehyun fucks his throat — has Jaehyun groaning, dragging his teeth across Mark’s shoulder in an impression of the hickey he can’t give him.

But Jaehyun can’t fuck his throat no matter how bad he wants to because Mark has to perform at the top of his game tomorrow, which doesn’t include having a raspy voice and raw throat, and Jaehyun doesn’t think he’ll have any semblance of self control the second Mark gets his mouth on him.

He tells him as much. Mark begs anyway, loud enough that Jaehyun has to actually clamp his hand over Mark’s mouth and remind him they’re in a fucking public hotel and Yuta and Johnny are just a wall away.

Mark begs more when he lets go, just a fraction quieter.

“Not today, angel,” Jaehyun whispers, voice gravel and stone as he swipes a finger over Mark’s cheekbone, marveling in the sharp sweep of it before getting lost in the pink of his lips. “I know you want my cock, baby. But you’re going to have to be patient.”

“Don’t wanna be patient,” Mark whines, petulant as his thumbs dip under Jaehyun’s waistband. He leans back in to kiss him, tugging Jaehyun’s bottom lip between his teeth and lets it snap back. He grins against Jaehyun’s mouth, voice dropping to a heated whisper before he pulls away, “I wanna touch you. Wanna make you feel good, hyung.”

“Well, I can’t get my pants off with you in my lap, can I, baby?”

Mark rolls his eyes but scoots off of Jaehyun anyway, giving him space to tug his sweats and underwear off as Mark watches with half-lidded eyes, bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

“Jesus, dude, your body’s insane,” Mark comments, the very Mark compliment making Jaehyun’s ears burn, the dichotomy of wanting him so badly he can hardly breathe and barely having resolved himself in the fact that he wants to fuck Mark leaving him dizzy. His palm slides hot up Jaehyun’s inner thigh when he kicks his sweats off the edge of the bed, running up and down the length of his bare skin, driving him insane every time his knuckles brush the hair at the base of Jaehyun’s cock, teasing him. “Beautiful,” Mark comments, quieter, sweeping his gaze back up Jaehyun’s body until his eyes bore into Jaehyun’s.

Mark moves to take his own pants off and Jaehyun stops him immediately.

”Ah, ah. Let me,” Jaehyun says softly, grabbing Mark’s hands and pushing them above his head. He replaces Mark’s hands with his own on the waistband of his pants, dragging his sweatpants off over his legs, every new inch of skin getting covered with Jaehyun’s mouth as he sucks kisses into his skin.

“On your stomach, baby,” Jaehyun hums, watching Mark turn onto his stomach with a hooded gaze, something deep inside of him preening at how eager Mark is to please him, how well he’s listening. He wonders what else Mark would let him do, if he only asked. “Good boy,” he says, watching the praise washing over Mark’s skin.

Mark flushes, burying his head into the pillow with an embarrassed groan. “Jaehyun.”

“Quiet,” Jaehyun chastises, moving to straddle the backs of Mark’s thighs. Jaehyun lets his hips rock forward, rutting against the cleave of his ass lazily, precum leaking from the tip of his cock and easing the glide between Mark’s ass cheeks. Jaehyun runs his palm over one of Mark’s cheeks, squeezes the muscle in his hand. The tip of Jaehyun’s cock drags against Mark’s hole and both of them moan, the promise of more hovering over their heads like a tidal wave, threatening to crash and drag them under.

Jaehyun shuts his eyes, knowing that for now, for today, it’s going to have to be just a tease because he knows he can’t actually fuck Mark tonight, no matter how badly he wants to. And God, he wants to. He wants Mark to cum with his name on the tip of his tongue and nothing but him on his mind so badly it’s making him mad. And he will, Jaehyun doesn’t have that much self control, it just won’t be with Jaehyun’s cock buried inside of him.

“Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to tease me all night?” Mark bites out, pushing his hips back against Jaehyun’s weight, petulant.

Jaehyun’s eyebrows raise at Mark’s tone. He raises his hand slightly, slapping Mark’s ass before he even realizes what he’s doing — hard enough that it moves under the touch, hard enough that Jaehyun marvels at the way Mark’s pale skin reddens immediately. Mark moans at the slap and Jaehyun’s heart leaps into his throat, lust consuming him.

God. Jaehyun wants to be inside him so bad he has to actually remind himself why it’s a bad idea.

“I’m not fucking you when you’re tired and upset and sore and anxious about tomorrow, Mark. I’m not fucking you until I can fuck you hard enough that you can’t walk the next day without every single person knowing exactly whose bed you were in the night before, until I can spend the whole day taking you apart thoroughly, piece by piece until the only thing you know is my name.”

“Fuck, Jaehyun,” Mark moans, fingers clenching fists into the sheets by his head and he buries his face further into the pillow, the tips of his ears burning. “Later?” he asks, something like nerves dancing in his tone, like he isn’t sure if Jaehyun wants this as much as he does.

But God, does Jaehyun want this.

“Later,” Jaehyun promises, his fingers framing Mark’s hips. He leans forward, lips pressing a kiss to the dimple in his lower back, soft and slow as he hums against the warmth of his skin and takes his time taking him apart. “Definitely later.”

Jaehyun kisses down his back until he reaches the bottom of his ass, pulling back to pull Mark’s cheeks apart wide enough that Mark’s pretty little hole is winking at him, puckered and pink and begging Jaehyun to get his mouth on him. Wait. Mark did just shower…

“Bro, what are you do—?”

Jaehyun leans down and licks a wet stripe directly over Mark’s hole and Mark screams.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck—

Jaehyun is struck with the realization that Mark’s probably never had his ass eaten. He definitely would have heard about it by now, if Mark had. Someone would have told him. The tenth floor baked him a fucking cake when he lost his virginity, after all, getting his ass eaten would have never flown under the radar. Not with Donghyuck as his best friend.

Jesus Christ, Mark needs to sit on his face. Like, right now. The thought of being one of Mark’s firsts — no matter how insignificant — drives Jaehyun dizzy.

“Up,” Jaehyun comments, grabbing Mark’s hips and pulling him up onto all fours before laying down on the other side of the bed, head against the pillow and arms beckoning Mark over, eager. “C’mere.”

“What?”

“Want you to ride my face.”

“Yo, wait what, dude?” Mark asks, voice cracking as his eyes shoot wide, cheeks dusted in a furious blush as he sits up until he’s kneeling, cock red and flushed and curving up towards his bellybutton. Gorgeous.

“I said,” Jaehyun purrs, cheshire grin splitting across his face as he wraps an arm around Mark’s waist and drags him over until he’s hovering over his face, knees on either side of his head. Jaehyun knows Mark could have resisted him — he proved earlier he’s a lot stronger than Jaehyun thought — but the fact that he doesn’t, that he let Jaehyun manhandle him however he wanted, makes his cock drool onto his stomach. “I want you to ride my face.”

Mark grips the headboard with trembling hands and hovers delicately over Jaehyun’s face.

“Is this good, hyung?” Mark whispers, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his forehead creases with nerves.

Jaehyun smiles, squeezing his hands around Mark’s hips and pulling him down in a quick tug, until Mark’s actually sitting on his face.

“Better,” Jaehyun murmurs against his skin, letting his voice rumble out against Mark’s perineum, little shocks ebbing out from where his mouth is pressed flush to his skin.

Jaehyun starts slow, wetting Mark’s hole with kitten licks, drawing out quiet moans and gasps as Mark squirms on top of him, alternating licking long stripes and darting his tongue inside, working Mark up as one of his hands reaches down to fist around his cock.

He fucks Mark with his tongue at the same pace he strokes his cock, working him up and up and up as little breathy moans leave his tongue and hang in the air around them, Jaehyun’s own cock twitching against his thigh, untouched and throbbing.

Jaehyun knows Mark isn’t going to last long when a glob of precum seeps out his tip, glistening over his fist as he drags it over his shaft. But when Jaehyun finally fucks his tongue in next to his index finger and Mark punches out a broken moan, grinding down on his face as his legs start to tremble over him, he knows it won’t be long.

Jaehyun works a second finger in next to the first, crooking them just right to hit Mark’s prostate at the same time as he laps at Mark’s stretched hole, tongue fucking next to his fingers in a sloppy glide, almost too much spit, messy and dripping over his chin.

“Please—” Mark begs, voice high and cracking. Jaehyun knows he can’t last any longer.

“Come for me, jagi,” Jaehyun whispers, the intimate term of endearment accidentally slipping out as Mark shatters to a million pieces in his arms, thighs shaking as his orgasm rips through him. The very sight of him coming sends Jaehyun to the edge too, Mark’s face wracked in pleasure when Jaehyun looks up. It only takes a few flicks of his wrist before Jaehyun’s spilling over his fist, Mark’s name falling from his lips as his body burns with pleasure, his vision going white as cotton fills his ears and pure ecstasy washes over him.

Mark rolls off of him and Jaehyun stares blankly at the ceiling, trying and failing to catch his breath as his body tingles from head to toe, the afterglow settling over him.

“That was like fucking crazy, dude,” Mark comments with a yawn, shattering Jaehyun’s bubble of quiet pleasure as he crawls over his sweaty body to curl into his side, cheek pressing against Jaehyun’s heart as his arms wrap around Jaehyun’s middle. He wonders if it’s still hammering as hard as it was before.

“But good?” Jaehyun asks, sweeping his hand in a lazy stripe up Mark’s spine.

“Bro, are you kidding me?” Mark shrieks, whipping his head up to look at Jaehyun with wide eyes. “I just came so hard I almost blacked out.”

Jaehyun grins, amused at Mark’s tone, about to respond when something buzzes under his hip, startling him. Jaehyun realizes distantly that he’s laying on top of his phone, laughing as he pulls it out from under him to check the notification.

“Taeyong texted me,” Jaehyun comments, swiping up and unlocking his phone with his left hand, his right arm stuck under Mark’s body.

Mark hums, lips pressed against Jaehyun’s sweaty chest, making no move to look at his phone. “What’d he say?” he slurs, sleep creeping into his tone.

Jaehyun grins, shutting his phone off and tossing it onto the bedside table, flicking the light off and curling into Mark’s body, dragging the covers over them both.

“Asked how you were doing,” Jaehyun says, grinning into Mark’s hair. Mark hums in acknowledgement and Jaehyun drops his voice to a whisper. “And said that the next time we hook up, he’d prefer if we were quieter, because, and I quote, he’s “trying to sleep and Mark sounds like he’s filming porn.””