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> Google: Can you break up with your dog?

• Search Results: What happens to dogs when you break up?

• “They could withdraw,” he says, “or it can make them nervous — pacing around, whining, becoming destructive where they hadn't been before.” It's easy to see it as sadness over the breakup itself, but really, he says, it's a reaction to the change in ambience… 

Haa.. What was he even doing? Mark groans, throwing his phone away. He buries his face in his arms, ashamed. Jeno isn’t a dog. He was never one.

A few weeks back, Mark had gotten himself hypnotized by some creepy fortune teller dude and accidentally kidnapped an innocent man, genuinely thinking he was a lost puppy. A few weeks later, his friends finally came around and discovered that Snowball wasn’t actually much of a snowball, or even a dog. It was a grown-ass man. That Mark Lee, having been thoroughly hypnotized by some creep of a fortune-teller, failed to notice was not a puppy at all. Needless to say, thanks to his very, very capable friends, they hypnotized him out of it broke the spell on him, and ever since then… well.

Life hasn’t quite been the same.

…

A life of hypnosis had been better than he could have expected. 

It’s strange to think about it now. Snowball- no, Jeno, had been like a storm that had swept through his life, and Mark had gladly surrendered to its whims. Now that the storm had passed, Mark had been left picking up the tatters of his life from the wreckage.

Mark sighs, staring at the large pepperoni pizza on his coffee table. Shit. 

He’ll have to finish the rest tomorrow. 

He doesn’t know why there’s such a big difference, how someone could change his habits in such a short span of time. He sighs, slumping into the giant dog bed. His house has never felt so… big? Mark pauses to take a good look around his living room, because that can’t be right. 

It’s neat, Jeno always kept things neat and tidy, it was something Mark had been so proud of back then because a dog that could clean? Sick! Except maybe Mark had been the problem. How the hell did he not realize that something was off? 

Mark had showered him with tons of dog stuff, and in hindsight he’s grateful that most of them actually double as human gifts. It had saved him a lot of embarrassment when Jeno’s identity was revealed but also meant that he’d filled his whole house with things like ping-pong balls, giant plush toys and the humongous dog bed he’s currently sinking into. 

Mark hates how it suddenly feels King-sized. It’s always been cramped but comfortable.

Letting a companion into your life is dangerous. They fill up so much space that your world will never have felt as bright, or full, but when they leave, they leave behind a gigantic hole. 

And there’s just so much extra space now in Mark’s world.

Coming home to Snowball used to be the highlight of his day: it was coming back to undivided attention, warm company and comfort. It had Mark working at twice his usual pace everyday so that he could get home immediately after classes, or as soon as his student council meetings were over, or the moment his shift at the bar finished. It had Mark eating five meals a day like a pig, because Snowball would wake up so early, and demand food at dawn and dusk. Mark had always had a big appetite, he just saw no reason to indulge himself this much. Snowball had kept him fit too- they’d go on runs together and even to the gym sometimes. 

Most of all, Snowball had Mark sleeping , corralling him to bed, and plopping comfortably on top of him, or snuggling beside him. It had Mark too busy cuddling him to send those emails to his professors, or look over the documents his vice-president just sent. It had Mark dozing off to soft, rhythmic breathing and warm pressure on his skin. 

But Snowball hadn’t really been a dog.

Snowball had been too good to be true. 

…

“Ya!” 

Mark blinks. 

“Class ended already.” Donghyuck pokes a finger at his forehead.

“Oh.” He says, slowly registering the empty lecture hall. There’s barely anyone left. He glances at his watch. “Shit, I have to get to work.”

“No you don’t.” Donghyuck casually swipes his phone from him.

“Hyuck, give me my phone back.” Mark closes his laptop, coiling up his charger before thinking better of it and just chucking everything into his bag. “I’m gonna be late.”

“No you aren’t.” Donghyuck crosses his arms. “When was the last time you slept?”

“What?” Mark frowns, “Last night, of course.” He had gotten in a couple of hours before class started, he thinks. 

“No, when was the last time you slept ?” Donghyuck matches his expression, except the curl of his lips is harsher, and the look in his eyes are harder. 

Mark sighs, curling in on himself. He feels like a child getting scolded for staying up too late at night. “I’m getting enough rest, Hyuck.”

“Really? Because I looked at the roster this week, last week, and the week before that, and you’ve been hoarding all the shifts to yourself.” Donghyuck says flatly.

“No one usually takes them anyways, Yuta asked if I could cover more night shifts—” Mark shrugs. 

“You’ve been taking a night shift four days in a row, Mark.” Donghyuck glares at him, unimpressed. “I’m covering for you tonight.” 

“What?” Mark laughs, confused. “Hyuck, look I appreciate the se–”

“I already told Yuta. He agreed that you should take a break. Jaemin’s taking over your shift tomorrow, so if you really feel that bad, treat him to dinner tonight, and buy me Kimchi Jjigae for the rest of the week.” Donghyuck huffs, tossing his phone back. “Now I’m gonna be late for work.”

Mark catches it with wide-eyes, gawking stupidly at Donghyuck. 

“Remember! Kimchi Jjigae from that Budae Jjigae place, okay?” He hollers over his shoulder, flying out the door. 

It’s like a whirlwind passed. 

Mark’s phone buzzes.

Jaemin: Samgyeopsal? [6:13pm] 

He sighs, slumping back into his seat, exhaustion finally creeping into his bones. 

His stomach rumbles. 

Mark: Be there or be square [6:14pm]

Mark: :) [6:14pm]

…

Mark spots him inside the restaurant, waving as he walks up to the table. 

Jaemin points to the phone pressed to his ear, silently gesturing to Mark to sit first. 

"—Yeah, no problem. I have BIIIIIG big boxes you can use." Jaemin stresses the word with a wide, toothy grin. "When do you need it?" 

"Ah~ Sure. I'll pass it to you tomorrow." Jaemin hums, smiling as he hangs up. "Bye~"

"Who's that?" Mark asks curiously.

"Jeno.” Jaemin pockets his phone. “He wants to borrow boxes to put all his stuff in. Chenle's lending him a few, but it's not enough."

“Wait, you talk to Jeno?” Mark coughs, the name sending a knee-jerk reaction through him. 

“We’re in the same class.” Jaemin shrugs. “We just never really talked until the incident.” 

“O-oh.” Mark says. 

“What do you want to eat?” Jaemin hands him the menu, flipping through the pages. “We ordered this last time.”

“Sure.” Mark nods blankly. Incident. Right. “Order whatever you want.” 

“Oya~ how generous.” Jaemin beams, waving the server over. 

"Is uh… is Chenle also in the same class as him?" Mark blurts. 

"No?" Jaemin stares at him, contemplative. Mark doesn't like the look on his face. "But he's moving to Chenle's place. Ah, can we get three servings of this…”

"What??" Mark coughs. "No, wait, but why?" 

“...and two bowls of rice. Yes, that’s all, thank you.” Jaemin smiles. “I ordered a looooot of Samgyeopsal.” he chirps, clapping delightedly. “Thank you for the treat, Mark-ssi~”

Mark’s brow twitches at the term. “You’re uh, welcome, hahaha,” 

“So…” Mark drags the ‘o’, “Why’s he moving to Chenle’s place?”

"His lease is up." Jaemin answers, "Then the house owner jacked up the price, so he’d been looking for a place to stay." 

"Then why… Chenle?" Mark struggles out. Why not me? 

"He offered." Jaemin replies.

"Oh."

The waiter comes back with plates of meat, lettuce and rice.

Jaemin places two thick slabs of pork belly on the hot grill. "You can offer too, you know."

Mark falls silent. Could he really? Technically he doesn't even know Jeno, only having been with him when he saw him as Snowball. Were they even friends? Would Jeno even want to stay with him? Then again, he did live with Mark for almost a month. Then… why didn't he ask Mark? Mark would have offered. If he’d known, that is.

(...he knows now.)

The Samgyeopsal sizzles between them.

Jaemin cuts it into bite sized pieces on the grill, lowering the heat. 

"He's moving this Sunday." He says, depositing a ssam on Mark's plate.

"I see." 

…

> Google: I lost my dog.

• Search Results: Call local animal shelters, pet rescue centers, dog wardens, animal control and any other similar organizations in your area to report your dog missing and to see if anyone has already turned your dog in to one of these facilities. 

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• Search Results: What should I do if I lost my dog?

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• Search Results: Is losing a dog painful?

Mark pauses, thumb hovering over the dark gray text.

> Google: I lost my dog.

• Search Results: Is losing a dog painful?

• Psychologist Xiao Dejun has pointed out that the loss of a dog is so painful because owners aren't just losing the pet. It could mean the loss of a source of unconditional love, a primary companion who provides security and comfort, and maybe even a protégé that's been mentored like a child.

• Why losing a dog can be harder than losing a relative or friend…

> Google: I lost my dog but it wasn’t actually a dog?

• Search Results: When someone loses a pet, don't say, 'It's just a dog.' It's not.

• Search Results: Do dogs realize we are not dogs?

Mark snorts. What kind of question is that? He giggles, rolling his eyes. 

His face falls at the next search result.

• Search Results: Is losing a dog as painful as losing a human?

• In fact, sometimes that loss can feel as bad—or even worse—than the loss of a human friend or relative. That's not just anecdotal, either: Research has confirmed that for most people, the loss of a dog is comparable to the loss of a human loved one, in almost every way.

Hm. Mark blinks. 

• Search Results: Why Losing a dog is harder than losing a relative?

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• Search Results: How do you say goodbye to your dog?

• Search Results: Can you get PTSD from losing a pet?

• Search Results: Why does losing a pet hurt so much?

• Search Results: How long will I grieve for my dog?

• A small 2019 study of 82 people found that the length of intense grief experienced by bereaved pet owners varies —with 25 % taking between 3 months to a year, 50% between one year and 19 months, and 25 % between two and six years. It's no wonder that pet loss therapy is an emerging field.

• How to Cope with The Loss of A Pet…

• Search Results: What are the stages of grief after the death of a pet?

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Mark groans, tossing his phone onto the couch. He sinks further into the dog bed, burying his face into the soft tangles. 

It was his fault anyway. 

Because the truth was after the spell had been broken, he had apologized profusely, and kind, sweet Jeno had told him not to worry about it, but Mark had still felt bad. He had felt so fucking bad for treating him like a dog, for stringing Jeno along and keeping him locked up against his will. He had kidnapped a full-grown man.

He had also been in shock. The dog you always thought was your dog wasn’t yours or a dog. What was he supposed to do? Keep treating Jeno like Snowball? 

So when everyone had left, everyone but Jeno, because oh yeah, this was kinda his home now too? When Jeno looked at him hopefully, that puppy-like smile on his face, and when Mark realized that woah, this dude is actually kinda handsome , that the kinda handsome dude was also halfway perched on his lap, Mark had scrambled away, flustered and frazzled, and had stuttered out a, “Sorry! You can, uh, you can go home now. Back to your life like it was before all..” He gestures awkwardly between them. "This." He finishes lamely.

“...What if I don’t want to, Hyung?” 

It was a question that threw him off-guard. So off-guard he didn’t even catch the implications of it until it was too late. 

“What?” Mark’s face had twisted in confusion, laughing awkwardly. “Uh, I mean, you’re a… you’re a human, dude. I couldn’t do that to you.” I couldn’t take away your life like that.

“Go home, dude. Go back to classes, God, I’m legit so sorry I messed up your life.” Mark groans, “You can go back to normal now. Forget this ever happened if you want, or if you ever need anything just come up to me and ask. I owe you, after all.” 

Then he had watched the smile stiffen, before falling just a fraction and growing tight-lipped.

“Of course, Mark-ssi.” 

And that simple change in honorifics had made all the difference in the world. 

…

> Google: I lost someone important to me.

• Search Results: What do you do when you feel like you are losing someone ...https://www.quora.com › What-do-you-do-when-you-feel...

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• Share that with them. “I feel somehow like I’m losing our special connection…

Argh. Why hadn’t he asked for Jeno’s number? 

Mark felt like an idiot. Then again, would Jeno even appreciate him bothering him with texts and calls? Was he even welcome in Jeno’s life anymore? 

…

Mark isn’t stalking him on social media.

It isn’t considered stalking if Jeno appeared on his friend’s instagram story, with their username tagged, and Mark tapped on it out of innocent curiosity. He’s definitely not jealous that Chenle got to hang out with Jeno, even though they don’t share any common classes, clubs, or friends. Psh. The only reason why they had met was because of Mark. So of course he isn’t jealous, maybe just a little hurt that he wasn’t invited to hang out. Probably.

Jeno’s instagram is.. a lot.

There are a few cute ones, where he’s smiling with his friends, but most of them are mirror selfies. Hot mirror selfies. Wow. Mark doesn’t even know how it’s possible for someone to look that good in a mirror selfie. He used to think they were a little cringy, but looking at Jeno’s pictures, he definitely understands the appeal of them now. There are some full body shots that reveal his fit, and a couple of close-ups. Mark tries to give each picture equal attention, but for some, he’s just physically unable to tear his eyes away. Jeno just looks that good. 

Wait, is that my bathroom? Mark squints at the familiar backdrop, zooming in on the yellow cheetah cup on the sink. Something in him warms at the thought that a piece of him was captured and displayed in Jeno's album. It somehow made the month he stayed at Mark's seem more.. real , that it had happened to him too, and that Mark… Mark had been a part of his life at some point. 

He bookmarks the photo.

As for the others… Mark had to turn down the brightness of his screen, scanning his surroundings before swiping to see them. Oh god, is that mesh? His abs are on full display! 

This cannot be legal, Mark thinks miserably, zooming in on a sliver of pale skin. Is that a mole on his collarbone? Fuck, that’s so hot. 

So maybe Mark wants to kiss the moles on Jeno’s skin. Maybe he saves nearly every post on Jeno’s feed. Maybe he sees that all five of his best friends are following him. Traitors, the lot of them, he grouses. 

…

"He's moving this Sunday." 

Mark doesn't know what he's doing. 

He doesn't know what he's doing standing in front of Chenle's apartment at 10am on a Sunday Morning, after pacing around in his house for three hours before his legs brought him here.

Still, it isn't like he knows what he's doing. What is he doing? 

He just couldn’t stop thinking about it ever since Jaemin let that bomb drop on Thursday. 

So when he sees a familiar mop of black hair in the distance, his mouth opens before his brain can catch up. 

“Uh, wait!” Mark shouts, nearly tripping over his own feet as he sprints. “Wait— Jeno!”

The mass of black turns, and Mark loses his breath as wide round eyes turn to him. "Mark-ssi?" 

"Hi." Mark squeezes out, mind jamming as he pants from the little run. 

"Hi." Jeno smiles sweetly, and it's like Mark forgot how to speak. He stares at Jeno like a fish, mouth hanging agape as he blinks at him, starstruck. Did he get more handsome? What???

"What are you doing here, Mark-ssi?" Jeno asks, curiosity written all over his face.

""I— uh— haha—" Mark laughs awkwardly. "Uh." He looks around, panicked. "The, uh.. coffee?" 

"You came all the way here for.. coffee." Jeno repeats slowly, and Mark suddenly realizes that of course he would know that Mark doesn't stay anywhere near Chenle, of course he would know that Mark's house is a good thirty minute trip from here, minimum. Mark doesn't even drink coffee. Mark is a horrible liar.

"It's great coffee? Hahaha–" Mark wracks his brain for a believable reason. Shit, shit, shit why can't he think of anything? "I was um. Around the area!" 

"I see," Jeno nods kindly, and Mark wishes the ground would just swallow him up. Now, preferably.

"So uh, what are you doing here?" Mark throws the question back at him, even though he knows why Jeno's here, even though that's exactly the reason why Mark himself is here. 

"I'm moving." Jeno raises the box in his arms. "Got kicked out of my old flat." 

"Oh." Mark purses his lips. "You found a new place here?" 

"Sort of?" Jeno grins. "I'll be staying with Chenle."

Mark's face twists.

"Mark-ssi?" 

Again with the damn honorifics. Fuck. Mark doesn't know why it makes him feel so bad. "Just Mark will do." 

Jeno stares at him, and why is he staring at him like that? What? 

"Okay." He nods.

There's a lull as they both look at each other, Mark's throat closing up.

"I'll… see you around?" Jeno clears his throat. He gives Mark a little bow, turning back towards Chenle's apartment and no, no he's leaving already? What? But they haven't, they barely talked! Mark hasn't, and he's—

Panic squeezes his chest. "Wait!"

Jeno stops, turning back to Mark. "...Yes?" 

“Why didn’t,” Mark blurts, “Why didn’t you ask me?”

His head tilts in confusion. 

“Why didn’t you– I mean, like, uh, I owe you.” Mark rubs his nape awkwardly. He doesn’t know why he’s saying this, doesn’t know what’s come over him. It isn’t even Jeno’s fault. He can choose to stay with whoever he wants! But… some part of Mark.. despairs at the thought that out of everyone, Jeno hadn’t come to him.

Jeno stares at him, assessing. “You do.” He says slowly. 

“Yeah.” Mark purses his lips. 

A beat.

“I mean, like, you’ve stayed with me. Before.” Mark adds, struggling to hold the conversation. What the fuck was he even saying? He was making a complete utter fool of himself, but something about Jeno choosing to live with someone else when Mark’s literally right there grates him the wrong way. Shit. Mark was a psycho, wasn’t he? 

“I have.” Jeno affirms. 

“And– and my place’s big enough for two! Clearly, haha, I mean, Chenle’s apartment is big enough for two too, but Jisung goes over often, and.. it’s not like you’d be intruding! But uh– no, shit, what I’m trying to say is–” Mark’s head spins, mouth running faster than his brain can think. Fuck, what the fuck is he talking about? Chenle’s apartment is big enough to house their whole gang. Compared to that, his flat is tiny. Tiny but..  “Okay I just thought, since you’re already familiar with–  I mean, since you’ve kinda lived with me before? Haha— like, um—”

“Mark.” Jeno says softly, “What are you trying to say?” 

Mark’s ramble comes to a stop. Mark.

“Move into my place.” Mark says firmly, voice coming out surprisingly even despite the overwhelming palpitations of his heart. “Stay with me.” 

Jeno stares at him for a long moment. 

“Okay.” He says.

There’s a soft smile on his face this time, one that reaches the twinkle in his eyes. 

Mark picks up the box from his arms, hugging it tightly as he brings it back into the car. Jeno’s coming back, he almost punches the air, butterflies swarming in his chest. Jeno’s coming home.  

It feels better than Honour Student Of The Year, better than three high scores straight against Hyuck at his favorite game. 

It feels like the world is right again.

It feels like victory.

…

And Jeno was back in Mark’s life, just like that.

…

"You can, uh, take the bed." Mark gestures awkwardly to his room. 

Jeno pauses, confusion written all over his face. "You only have one bed though?" 

"Yeah, I can take the dog bed. Or the couch, it's cool." Mark waves him off. 

"Don't be silly, that's your bed. I'm okay with the dog bed." Since that's where I used to sleep anyways. He doesn't say, but Mark hears it loud and clear anyways.

He cringes. "No, no, I insist." 

"No, I'm intruding enough." Jeno shakes his head firmly.

"How about we share?” Mark suggests.

“Share?” Jeno looks up at him, eyes shining. 

“Y-yeah!” Mark squeaks, flustered by the sudden light in his eyes. “We could like, take turns or something, you know, like so, you take the bed tonight, and then I’ll take the bed the next day!” 

“Oh.” 

“Is that, is that good?” Mark looks up at him hopefully.

“Of course.” Jeno meets his eyes with a smile, and Mark thinks he might need to see a doctor or something, because damn, something is up with his heart.

…

Things have been great ever since Jeno moved back in. 

It’s not exactly the same as when Snowball was around, but maybe it’s because Jeno was Snowball, that he has the same effect. Mark stops skipping meals by accident, stops ordering way too much pizza, stops overworking himself to the point he passes out the moment his head hits the bed. 

He also gets to know Jeno; like really know him. They have breakfast and dinner together every morning and evening, and Jeno's actually a pretty funny guy. Mark thinks he might've actually trained out firmer abs from laughing so hard. They feed off each other well, and the more Mark talks to him, the more he wants to keep talking to him.

Mark stops piling so much work on himself, coming home when his classes end to have dinner with Jeno, and makes it a point to keep his Tuesdays and Fridays free for “Pizza Night”.

They don’t do anything that special really, just lazing around in the living room together watching Netflix while savoring chicken wings and pepperoni pizza. It's not exactly the same as Mark imagined it, as Jeno's usually spread on the dog bed while Mark's on the couch. It's not the same, because even though sometimes Jeno sits on the floor like he used to, no part of him is pressing up against Mark, always maintaining a respectful distance, a distance that feels much too great to Mark.

He got on the couch once, but Mark had been too awkward and shy to initiate the sort of intimate skinship that he’d wanted. He doesn't know why he's this nervous about cuddling a bro, he’s never even wanted to cuddle one this bad before Jeno either. So, thrust so far out of familiar territory and into unchartered waters, he had sat stiffly with his back straight and eyes glued to the screen the whole fifty-four minute duration of the episode.

Jeno sunk back onto the floor the next episode, and hadn't sat on the couch ever since.

"Pizza Night" isn't the same, nor is it what he wants it to be, but Mark will take it. He looks forward to it, even though the space between them gnaws at his insides, even though he itches to reach over and fold himself over the younger, even though it makes him drown with the overwhelming desire to smother Jeno in hugs. 

He loves "Pizza Night" because he likes the bright sound of Jeno's laughter harmonizing with his own, enjoys the endearing little noises he makes whenever something happens in the show, adores the way he gets to spend time with him, the way it feels like they're in their own little bubble, that for the duration of "Pizza Night", there's only him and Jeno, amidst seven billion people in the world.

…

Even though they live in the same house, Jeno often sends Mark texts, notifications filling up the little corner on the bottom right side of Mark’s computer screen. 

Jeno: COld [9:26pm]

Jeno: It’s so cold.. [9:26pm]

Jeno: COLDDD!!! [9:26pm]

Jeno: I can’t get used to it [9:26pm]

Mark: Hahaha [9:28pm]

Mark: Turn up the heater [9:28pm]

Jeno: We shouldn’t turn it up too strong just because it’s cold [9:28pm]

Mark: Wear a jacket? [9:29pm]

Jeno: *Attached image* [9:30pm]

Jeno: *Attached image* [9:30pm]

Mark chuckles at the picture of the washing machine he sent. Trust Jeno to do laundry at night. The second photo is a selfie, taken from a low angle. Jeno has his cheek pressed against his shoulder, a pout on his face as he looks into the camera. What .

Mark grabs his phone, swiping up to their chat. He saves it in his gallery, and he definitely does not add a heart to it. His face burns when he looks back up to the same picture on his laptop. 

Actually, looking at it again, he’s in a gray sweater, but it looks pretty thin. No wonder he’s cold. 

Mark: You can wear mine [9:31pm]

Mark: :) [9:31pm]

Sometimes, Jeno invites Mark to take breaks with him. 

Jeno: Are you still studying? [11:09pm]

Mark: Yeah [11:10pm]

Mark: Why? [11:10pm]

Jeno: typing…

Jeno: Wanna take a break? [11:11pm]

Jeno: New episode of SPYxFamily is out [11:11pm]

Mark: …you are a terrible influence [11:11pm]

Jeno: :] [11:11pm]

Mark has never been able to say no to him. 

He grabs two cans of Monster from the fridge, striding over to the living room.

Jeno beams when he sees Mark, flopping over on the dog bed as he switches the TV on. He's swaddled in one of Mark's white hoodies and his thickest checkered jacket. He looks so soft and cozy like this, so warm and comfy that it has Mark itching to wrap his arms around him and envelop him in a big, tight hug. There's just something about seeing him like this, in Mark's home, in Mark's clothes, that makes his heart squeeze. 

Mark hands him the drink, before slinking stiffly onto the couch.

It feels like “Pizza Night”, just without the pizza. 

…Maybe that’s why he’s never able to say no. 

…

"What's wrong with Mark?" Renjun nudges Donghyuck.

"Don't worry about it. That's his jealous face." Donghyuck replies without looking up from his phone. "Yah! Fucking— fucktard, what the fuck–"

"I'm not jealous." Mark sulks.

"YES! MANIAC! You see that? Hah! Suck it, losers—" Donghyuck screams. "Fuck, fuck, my health is crap right now, stop chasing me, fuck, where the fuck is Jeno?" 

"Ah." Renjun nods in understanding. 

"I'm not jealous." Mark repeats, indignant.

It's true. Mark is not jealous. 

He's totally not jealous that Donghyuck's playing a game with Jeno right now. He knows that they game together, and honestly, he's never really been interested in this particular one. He doesn't know why he suddenly wishes he was a pro at this stupid game. Isn't Jeno in class right now? His face darkens as Donghyuck cheers. 

"WOO!! Our Jeno is the best!" Donghyuck whoops, running into a bush as Jeno strikes the enemy. He delivers the final blow just before Jeno's last attack, stealing his kill with a deep bellied laugh.

"Savage!" His phone sings. Donghyuck pumps his fist. 

Our? Mark glowers, poking the ice in his cup moodily. 

"So, I heard Jeno's moved back in with you." Renjun clears his throat. 

"Wuh– oh, uh, yeah. He has." Mark flushes, cracking a soft smile. "He has." 

Renjun arches a brow.

"I mean, uh, he got kicked out of his apartment. And since I owed him a favour, why not? Plus he's already stayed at mine before. It works out." Mark rambles.

"I thought he was moving to Chenle's?" 

"Change of plans." Mark shrugs, heat creeping up his neck. "Wow, it's kinda hot here."

"You're hot?" Donghyuck taps his screen furiously, "The aircon's blowing right at you though."

"I'm just sayin'" Mark splutters, hair fluttering from the cool wind. 

"Mm." Renjun smirks, and Mark hates how he looks like he sees right through him.

"How's living with him been?" Renjun prods.

"Great!" Mark perks up. "He's like. Literally the dream housemate."

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, he’s clean, tidy, does all the chores around the house, funny, sweet, and even gets watermelon for me when he knows I had a rough day at work or school.” Mark chuckles, rambling on excitedly.

“Is that right?” Renjun hums.

“Oh and did I tell you? We had ‘Pizza Night’ just yesterday, and oh Renjun, it’s so funny! He makes these silly little sounds, and don’t even get me started on horror movies. Jesus, he like, makes these random comments like dude, I think I laughed so much I don’t even remember what the hell was going on in most of those shows.”

Renjun laughs. "You seem happy." 

Mark flushes, scratching his nose shyly. "I am." 

"I am too," Donghyuck chirps, dropping his phone on the table. "VICTORY!" A little automated voice cheers. "No more late night shifts!" 

"No more Kimchi Jjigae too." Mark sasses back. 

"What?! No, you still owe me a week's worth of Kimchi Jjigae!" Donghyuck whines.

"But I already treated you to a week of Kimchi Jjigae!"

"Except Sunday. You ran to kidnap little puppyboy on Sunday, remember?" Donghyuck sticks out his tongue.

"Hey, I didn't kidnap him— don't call him puppyboy." Mark frowns. 

"Sorry, Snowball ." Donghyuck corrects, barking out a dark laugh when Mark groans in frustration. 

"Still." Mark furrows his brows, "That's only one day!" 

"Interest, my dear." Donghyuck pats him annoyingly on his shoulder. "Oh, is that Jen?" 

Any retort Mark's about to spit out dies in his throat as he turns around so quick he almost gets whiplash. "Where?"

Renjun shakes his head with a smile. 

Mark lights up at the familiar white hoodie, waving. Jeno smiles as he spots them, jogging over with his bag bouncing behind his back. 

"Yo, Je—" 

"The man arrives!" Donghyuck hollers, raising his open hand at Jeno, and effectively cutting Mark off.

"WOO! Did you see how cool I was?" Donghyuck gloats when Jeno shakes it. "When I— owowowOW—"

"That's for stealing my kill." Jeno smiles threateningly, adding more strength to his grip. 

"Ah–ah-ah-ah I'm sorry!" Donghyuck moans pitifully, "Mark! Renjunnie, save me! Jeno's trying to kill me!" 

Mark glares daggers at where Donghyuck has his hand casually held in Jeno's.

Renjun sighs. 

"Oh, hi Renjun," Jeno smiles, as if he isn't crushing Donghyuck's hand with his full power. "Hi Mark." He adds softly. 

"Hi." Mark greets, eyes round and smile dopey as he looks up at Jeno. 

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Fuck! Sorry—" Donghyuck whines, and the fragile moment is broken, Jeno's eyes returning to his target. "I had to! It was Savage , Jen, Savage! All kill! I– owowow I was wrong! I was wrong, Jeno-aCK–" 

Jeno shakes his head with a sadistic smile as Donghyuck slides to his knees. "Ow,ow, I won't do it again! Promise! I swear on Mark's honour!" 

Jeno rolls his eyes, snorting as he eases his death grip. He pulls Donghyuck back up in one fluid motion, arms flexing, and Donghyuck falls into his chest in a half-hug, laughing. 

Okay. Mark amends, staring longingly at how easily Donghyuck hooks an arm around Jeno's shoulder. 

Maybe he might be a little jealous.

…

It happens accidentally, on a Friday night.

They’re in the living room again, but there’s fried chicken on the coffee table instead of Pepperoni Pizza, and Soju instead of Coke. Mark’s exam finally ended today, so Jeno suggested they get something different to celebrate.

Mark should have known better than to finish all that Soju. He should have known that alcohol makes you stupid. It makes you do dumb things you wouldn’t normally do, especially if you’ve been suppressing it for the longest time. 

So he blames the alcohol really, when he grabs Jeno’s cheek with both hands, pinching the soft, supple flesh with a pout.

“Aigoo! My cute Snowball~” It rolls off his tongue before he can help it, having chanted it in his head more times than he can count. Mark’s so out of it he doesn’t even realize the mistake he’s made until it’s too late.

Jeno giggles at the slip of tongue, tilting his head adorably as he laughs at Mark, “Snowball? Are you still hypnotized or something?” 

And oh, Mark should be jailed for the lightbulb that lights up in his head.

He should be jailed for a thousand, no, a billion thousand years for the terrible, horrible idea in his head. For acting on said idea. 

It's a rash thought. It's stupid, horrible.

But.

What if it allows him to throw himself all over Jeno?

“Snowball.” Mark feels like he’s watching through a screen as he listens to himself speak. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” 

What is he doing?

“Who’s a good boy?” He bites the bullet and sticks his hand into Jeno’s hair. Soft, soft, soft. “You, you’re a good boy.” 

What the fuck is he saying?

“Daddy’s little baby.” He hears himself coo, and fights the urge to cringe or curl up in embarrassment, because fuck it, he redirects all his stress into ruffling Jeno’s hair instead, pulling him in close and wrapping him in a tight hug like how he thinks he used to do to Snowball. Partially so Jeno can’t see the way his ears must be burning red, or the way his face must give it all away, and partially because Mark’s actually been yearning to do this ever since he first opened his eyes to Jeno the Human on his lap all those weeks ago. 

There’s silence for a long moment, and it’s a little stiff— the position they’re in. Mark’s already regretting the whole thing, ready to pull away and even kowtow at his feet to beg for forgiveness if he’s taken it too far when Jeno relaxes. 

No, because Mark feels it. The exact moment his arms wrap around Mark’s waist tentatively, and he sinks into Mark’s embrace fully, head digging into his shoulder and hugging him back.

Jeno’s hugging him back. Holy shit.

Woah, Mark didn’t know he could feel this full. He tightens his hold around Jeno, breathing him in as he hugs him like a man clinging onto his last lifeline. 

“Daddy’s missed you so much.” His voice cracks, and wow, okay, he’s definitely drunk. It’s definitely the Soju. Yep. There’s no other possible explanation for it. How else is he supposed to explain why it’s getting hard to breathe, when this is probably the first time he’s felt like he’s alive in weeks? There’s just this lump in his throat, a weight on his nose, and his heart, his heart is so full.

So, so full.

“I missed you too, Hyung.” Jeno whispers softly, gripping him just as hard.

…

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See, Mark hadn’t thought this far. He clearly hadn’t thought it through at all. He had just rolled with it, after weeks and weeks of too much space between them, and bits of awkward physical contact here and there, Mark naturally jumped at the chance to… everything.

He’d just missed this, okay? 

He’d missed cuddling on the dog bed with an overgrown puppy half on top of him. He’d missed ruffling his hair and spoiling him with cuddles. He had missed the easy affection and Mark hadn’t known he was this touch-starved until he lied that day and got a night’s worth of everything he ever wanted.

The next morning, he could have blamed it on the alcohol for the previous night's blunder, he could have, but he woke up to the warm press of Jeno against his chest, woke up to the soft snore of Jeno curled up into him, limbs tangled with his on the soft, fluffy dog bed like Mark had been dreaming of every day for the past few weeks. 

It was addictive, like the Apple from the Forbidden Garden. Once he had a taste, Mark couldn’t stop. 

How could he?

How could he go back to a life without cuddling Jeno and only longing to touch him every second of every day?

So when Jeno wakes up with a yawn, Mark snuggles him tighter, whispering how cute his favorite little Snowball is. 

There was no way he could have stopped the lie. 

…

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Crisis number one comes in the form of Park Jisung, who comes over to play computer games with Jeno the next day. 

Mark is done for. There’s no way he can keep up the act in front of Jisung, and even if he musters the shamelessness to treat Jeno like a puppy in front of Jisung, the latter will definitely call an emergency group meeting, and his stupid lie will be exposed. Mark honestly doesn’t know why Jeno hasn’t told anyone yet, but Jisung is not Jeno, so he most definitely will call for backup. 

There’s a third scenario where he gets Jisung in on the plan, but knowing him, not only would he be terrible at acting, he would also spill the secret to Chenle, who would definitely make fun of him and definitely tease him in front of other people, and one way or another, the whole gang would find out.

Okay. Mark thinks, Act dumb. I can do that.

Technically, he could just pretend that he isn’t affected by the hypnosis anymore. It’s a believable lie that will save him a lot of embarrassment, and Jeno will likely forget about it, just like that. It’s a little disappointing, but at least the past two days have been fun. 

Jisung comes over to ask if he wants to join them for Samgyetang, and this is it, Mark guesses. This is the end. They’ll go back to being just Mark and Jeno the friend. 

Mark shrivels up at the thought. 

He follows Jisung out to the dining table for Samgyetang, and Jeno’s eyes bore into him when he doesn’t come over to ruffle his hair, or coo at him like he has been doing every time he so much as lays his eyes on him. Act natural. Act natural. Act natural. How did Mark use to treat Jeno before? 

He goes to the kitchen for more time to collect himself, grabbing three bowls from the cupboard.

“Ah shit,” Jisung yelps, accidentally spilling some of it while taking it out of the plastic bag. “Hyung, do you have any more tissue?”

“Ah, Jeno should know where it is.” Mark answers casually.

Jeno’s eyes widen in surprise when Mark calls his name, but doesn’t question it. Mark almost thinks his shoulders droop a bit, as he gets up to get a new box from the storeroom. 

Act dumb. He reminds himself, as he grabs a seat beside Jisung instead of Jeno, and laughs at everything he says like he used to. 

At least he gets to talk to Jeno again. 

…

It’s a Tuesday.

Mark sits on the couch instead of the dog bed, with no Jeno to cuddle, no Jeno on his lap.

He curls into himself on the couch, even though he has so much space. There’s a strange tension in the room as the episode plays, and Jeno’s quieter than usual. 

Mark flinches when he gets up after one episode, stalking over to the kitchen. 

He comes back with two cans of beer, handing one to Mark before dropping back onto the dog bed. 

Mark sips his beer quietly, the heat flaring under his skin rather welcome. 

He finishes his can too quickly, anxiety spurring him to chug it down. He fidgets, restless, and decides to get one more from the fridge. 

A green soju bottle stares at him from the bottom shelf in his refrigerator, and Mark gets an idea. 

Brimming with excitement, he makes his way back to the living room. Jeno resumes the episodes once he’s settled down, and Mark is so eager to start on his plan that he’s forgotten to bring out glasses for the soju. 

Fuck it. He thinks, taking a swig directly from the bottle itself. 

The burn is refreshing as it slides down his throat, and the liquid courage makes it easier for Mark to let his desires take control. I’m a genius. He giggles, sliding off the couch and onto the floor. 

Jeno makes a soft sound of surprise as Mark presses his cheek to Jeno’s neck. His head feels a little heavy, and Jeno’s shoulder is perfect to rest on. 

Jeno takes in a sharp breath as Mark leans fully onto him, and this time, Mark says it with intent. 

“Snowball~ Daddy's good boy.” 

He ruffles Jeno’s hair roughly, and giggles when Jeno melts into him.

Now, he can just pretend he’s back to normal when he wants to talk to Jeno, and pretend like the hypnosis is a side effect of drinking when he wants to cuddle him. All he needs to do is make sure not to use the wrong name when acting out either side. Easy. 

Crises are meant to be overcome, and Mark thinks he might just be the biggest genius of the century. 

…

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Jeno: Hyung [4:15pm]

Jeno: Hyung [4:15pm]

Jeno: Hyung [4:16pm]

Jeno: *Attached image* [4:16pm]

Jeno: I saw a stray cat. [4:16pm]

Crisis number two comes in the form of Jeno’s incessant texts. 

Mark opens the chat to a picture of Jeno posing with the cat, crescent eyes shining as he points to the orange tabby staring at him. 

He’s wearing a mask, but Mark knows he’s probably grinning. He looks so adorable Mark wants to coo at him, but reigns himself in. Shit, he has to keep up the lie. He shakes his head for a reply. Okay. What would hypnotized Mark say? If he remembered right, he didn’t recognize Jaemin when the hypnosis made him think Jaemin was a cat. 

Mark holds his breath, mentally apologizing to Jeno. 

Mark: Who r u [4:20pm]

Mark: I have no idea who you are. [4:21pm]

Mark bites his lip at his reply. Great. This should do. He was firm, used personal pronouns, and the “Who r u” is pretty natural. Mark did slightly exaggerate it too, Jeno’s contact name staring back at him in bright bold letters. Anyways, he thinks he did pretty well actually. He gives himself a conciliatory pat on the back. 

Jeno: typing…

Jeno: online

Jeno: typing…

Mark holds his breath. Did he figure it out? Was Mark too harsh? Shit, why did Mark even pretend like he’s still hypnotized? He could have just pretended that he wasn’t right now. He slaps his forehead. 

He almost drops his phone when it buzzes, barely catching it before it falls onto the ground. His heart hammers in his chest as he swipes back to Jeno’s chat cursing every single decision that had led to him staring at the three moving blue dots on the screen, panic rising like bile in his throat.

Jeno: Woof. [4:23pm]

Mark presses a hand to his mouth, cheeks smarting from how hard he’s smiling. What the fuck. Why the fuck was he so cute?

Mark: Why is snowball with you [4:25pm]

Jeno: *Attaches image* [4:26pm]

Jeno: He says hi. [4:26pm]

Mark almost chokes at the new picture. It’s a simple selfie— Jeno’s waving to the camera, and his mask has been pulled down, revealing the most adorable smile Mark has ever seen.

He saves the picture twice.

With a sudden burst of courage, he sends a reply, before clutching his phone into his chest and rolling around on his bed like a lunatic.

Mark: Cute. [4:29pm]

…

“Is that– wait guys I think I see Jeno–” Mark squints into the distance. 

“What? Where?” Renjun squints, “I don’t see anything.”

“There, like past the— Snowball!” Mark calls, lighting up as he waves both arms. “Snowball! Over here, bud!”

“God, is this some kind of kink thing? It has to be some kind of kink thing now.” Donghyuck groans. 

“It’s roleplay.” Renjun nods.

They stare as the speck of white and blue gradually grows in size until it tackles Mark into the grass with a hug strong enough to make him groan in pain. 

“Atta boy!” Mark chuckles, roughing Jeno’s hair with glee.

Jeno simply smiles, presses himself flush to Mark’s chest, and melts.

…

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Is Mark gay? 

Honestly, he doesn't know. He's definitely liked girls before, which is why, reluctant to admit it as he is, he knows he's definitely into Jeno at least.

His heart jumps whenever Jeno's around, his mind stops working around him, he drops everything for a chance to spend more time with him, and he lies about his own mental state just so he can cuddle the guy.

Yep. Checks out.

So... Mark may have a thing for Jeno. 

Jeno, who stays in the same house as him, who currently believes that Mark sometimes sees him as his pet dog, who goes along with everything Mark does no matter how absurd it is, because he's just good like that. Jeno, whose legs are currently scissoring Mark's right leg like a bolster, whose chest is pressing into Mark's side, whose eating doritos off Mark's fingers.

Ok–ay, so, Mark might also have a different crisis to go through first. 

It's just, during moments like this, when Mark holds the snack and Jeno ducks down casually to chomp it off his hand; when Jeno licks between his fingers for the crumbs like a real dog would; when he sucks them down, soft tongue lapping at the pads of Mark's fingers; that Mark's crisis alarm blares thunderously in his head.

The first time he ate a chip after Jeno had licked his hand clean, Mark had felt like a sinner. 

He could barely focus on the taste of it, the weight of Jeno's saliva coating his throat as he swallowed. 

Mark didn't even notice the movie ending, blinking up stupidly at the rolling credits only when the bag of chips was finally empty.

His tongue had felt so heavy the rest of the day, like a thick layer of sugar. 

(Mark doesn't want to talk about how weird his fingers had felt for a while. )

"Aah~" Jeno opens his mouth wide, and now, Mark moves like it's second nature, depositing the snack into his waiting mouth. 

Jeno munches happily, uncaring about the slobber he's left on Mark's fingers, blissfully unaware of how much it drives him insane.

"Atta boy." Mark coos anyways, fingers tingling, heart fluttering, gut tightening into a harsh knot. 

He savors the next chip, the way one would a spoon of peanut butter in the kitchen at midnight.

…

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Trading beds is, in hindsight, a terrible idea. 

Once Mark had his little sexual awakening, it suddenly feels like the whole world is against him. 

It's bad enough seeing Jeno nestled comfortably under his blanket on his bed. Worse that Mark actually has to slip into the same exact spot Jeno just slept in this morning, last night. He feels exposed, somehow, vulnerable about the fact that someone else has slept in his bed.

Not that he himself had been sleeping in it ever since Jeno left. He hadn't been able to throw away all the stuffed animals, so he just let them sleep on the bed instead. He had preferred curling up on the dog bed anyways. 

Now, he's glad he hadn't gotten rid of them, melting at the sight of Jeno dozing all cozy and snug, buried in a mountain of plushies.

As much as he doesn't want to ruin this tender moment, he has to, his harsh alarm tone blaring through the room. He raps on the door a few times, clearing his throat. 

"Jen, c'mon," He steps up to the blanket fortress, shaking his arm gently. "Wake up. You have class." 

"Mmnn," Jeno frowns, curling further into Mark's pillow. 

"C'mon, Jen." Mark taps him again. "Get up." 

Jeno whines, but lets Mark pull him up, yawning sleepily. His voice is husky, gravelly- molten as he groans out a soft, "Morning, Hyung." 

And this, this is probably what destroys Mark a little more every time. 

"Morning." Mark whispers back, hoping against hope that Jeno doesn't notice the tremor in his voice. 

…

Life truly has to be fucking with him, now, because as a cherry on top, Mark also doesn't know how he's supposed to react when he walks out to the sight of Jeno sleeping peacefully on his plush dog bed every other morning. 

His heart kinda does a thing, and so does his third leg. Mark really should do those mind exercises. He would write down his triggers, except he doesn't want to admit that almost everything Jeno does triggers him. 

It's easier to sweep it under the rug and pretend like it doesn't affect him. At all. Because it doesn't. Really. 

Jeno yawns, stretching as he rolls over, and his shirt rides up just enough to expose a strip of silky smooth skin. 

The traitorous way his dick twitches has Mark beelining his way to the bathroom for a quick cold shower.

He doesn't know if seeing Jeno on his bed or on the dog bed is worse. But what he does know is that it's his turn on the dog bed tonight, the same bed that Jeno tossed and turned on all night. It's not often, but Jeno does drool sometimes, and there's an embarrassing little spot on the dog bed that gets Mark hot under the collar whenever he lays next to it.

…

Morning wood, Mark decides, is definitely the worst. 

For one, he can't control it. He simply wakes up to it, and has to deal with it. Not dealing with it has him grouchy and fidgety the rest of the day, restless in a way he can't pinpoint. But jerking off on a bed full of stuffed toys that Jeno sleeps with every alternate night, on the very same bed Jeno will sleep in later tonight, feels wrong. 

Mark should never have suggested bed swapping. He moans into his pillow, frustration bleeding out of him as his limbs brush salaciously against the soft sheets, tingling with sensitivity. Now, no matter where he sleeps, he still feels Jeno everywhere on his skin.

He wonders if he'll start to smell like him, or if Jeno will start to smell like Mark.

The thought has him pressing his thighs together, squirming when he realizes that he's technically already mixed their scents together. Jeno uses the same soap and shampoo Mark does, wears most of Mark's hoodies and sweats whenever he's out of the shower, rolls about in the places Mark has slept in. 

He whines into his pillow, rutting against something soft that's pressed up deliciously into his crotch. He can feel himself leaking, the licks of pleasure sending sparks flying under his skin. His groin is boiling , molten, and tender as he humps helplessly against whatever it is that's making him feel so good.

He buries his nose in the collar of the hoodie he's wearing, wondering if this is how Jeno smells like now- like him, like Mark, like Mark .

He cums with a quiet cry, soiling his shorts as he rides out his high with an embarrassed whimper. 

In the wake of post-coital bliss, Mark prays to god Jeno will forgive him for ruining one of his plush toys. He carts out five identical plush cats later that morning, face flaming as he gets rid of the evidence. 

Maybe he'll just think Brandy multiplied. 

…

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Mark starts writing. 

He creates a playlist to listen to while writing, but when Doja Cat plays for the fifth time on loop, Mark stares down at the vernacular vomit he has flooded every scrap of paper with, poetry about Jeno’s nose, moles and toes, stanzas about how he wants to devour every inch of Jeno’s milky skin, bite dusky buds off his nipples, leave harsh marks of his fingers on that soft flesh- 

He dumps it all in the bin.

He tries writing lyrics next.

…the verses aren’t much better.

He tries tidying up, but there is nothing for him to tidy in his whole house, as Jeno has already done everything. The laundry is folded, the dishes are washed, the floor is mopped, the windows are clean. The TV remote is in the coffee table drawer. Everything has been packed and shelved neatly, and even their shoes are lined up in a row by the door. Mark stares at his very clean and tidy home.

Well. 

Plan C it is. 

He takes a nap, and wakes up to the weight of Jeno grounding him, having flopped onto Mark when he got back. Mark junior stands at attention as sleep fizzles out from the deep recesses of his mind. He sighs, angling his tender member away from Jeno’s muscled thigh, and tries his best to chase the lingering vestiges of sleep.

He decides to give Plan D a shot, except Plan D’s success involves leaving the house without alerting Jeno. Needless to say, he’s unable to get away from the excited puppy who lit up at the very mention of “walk”. 

Hence, it turned into a jogging session, with Mark running and Jeno skipping energetically beside him, fluffy hair bouncing with each step. His exercise shorts are skin-tight, and his thin black shirt clings to him in ways that only whets Mark’s appetite. A bead of sweat trickles down his chin, and Mark’s throat is parched, thirsty from the run, yearning to lick it off him. Jeno rucks his shirt up halfway through the run, throwing half of it over his shoulders. His right bicep is now on full display, and so is his washboard of a stomach. Mark sprints to the point his lungs give out. But he can only get so far, a literal gym-maniac hot on his heels.

It is horrendous when they warm down together, the curve of Jeno’s ass seared into his eyeballs as he stretches. 

Maybe he should try talking about it. Before he blows himself up. 

…

It happens on a Saturday, the 26th of March, at eleven am in the morning.

Mark closes the door softly, back from a grocery run. 

Jeno’s still sleeping soundly on the dog bed, so Mark tip-toes quietly around the house, putting everything into the kitchen gently. 

When he’s done, he sits down on the couch, careful not to make too much noise, but Jeno stirs awake anyways, yawning as he rolls to face Mark. 

“Sorry, bud. Did I wake you?” Mark apologizes softly. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

Jeno makes a non-commital grunt, hair sticking up at an odd angle as he crawls over to Mark.

What the fuck.

Jeno, crawling to Mark, on all fours. 

What the fuck.

The sudden whiplash has him reeling, heat blooming under his skin, blood rushing south at record speed. He’s frozen stiff, rooted to the couch as Jeno nestles himself comfortably between Mark’s thighs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Jeno’s sitting between his thighs. Jeno is sitting between his thighs . 

He can feel the heat from Jeno’s body warming up his skin, Jeno’s legs bumping against his ankles, and then Jeno’s blinking up sleepily at him from between his legs, from the ground where he’s sitting prettily, pliantly, and Mark can’t breathe. He can’t move, can’t think, can’t do shit when all his focus has now concentrated to how fucking hot this all is, and how irresistably cute Jeno looks when he stares up at Mark like this,waiting patiently.. For what? Fuck? Is Mark supposed to do something? Shit. What the fuck is going on?

He must be making one hell of a stupid expression right now, because Jeno takes one good look at him, a look long enough to make Mark think he’s been exposed, before his shoulders droop in.. disappointment, as if he didn’t find what he was looking for, which, what? Shit, Mark was supposed to do something, wasn’t he? But what ?? What was he supposed to do??? 

Jeno huffs, slumping onto Mark’s right leg. He drops his chin onto Mark’s inner thigh, cheek smushing as he relaxes just like that, and God, this is too much, this is too much for Mark Lee who’s never had a boyfriend, who’s never had a guy between his legs, who’s never even realized he’s gay until he laid eyes on the attractive man kneeling on the floor in front of him. 

Jeno is kneeling on the floor in front of him. Holy fuck. 

Mark thinks his heart is going to explode, or maybe his dick. His dick is definitely going to explode, which fuck, he risks a glance down to his crotch, and sure enough, there’s a visible tent. A huge one actually, and Mark kind of needs to go to the bathroom now to take care of it, or just for a few seconds to calm down, except Jeno is still lying on his thigh, still between his legs and he might never get to experience this ever again—

He’s doomed.

He’s so, so doomed because he’s trapped on his couch with the man of his literal wet dreams re-enacting one of his most depraved fantasies without even knowing he’s partaking in Mark’s perverted fetishes, and Mark isn’t strong enough to get up and destroy this precious, delicious moment. He isn’t strong enough to do anything but sit there and stare at Jeno while his mind conjures up a hundred different ways Jeno could be going to town on his cock. 

Oh my god, was Mark sexually assaulting Jeno? 

“Hyung,” Jeno whines, and god please stop doing this Jeno-ah , Mark closes his eyes, praying for patience, resilience, redemption, when the sound travels all the way up his spine. 

“Y-yeah?” Mark’s voice cracks. “W-what– what’s up, J– Snowball?”

Jeno huffs, and Mark feels the warm puff of air brush over the cold metal zip on his pants. He has to be torturing Mark. He has to. There’s no way he hasn’t seen the large bulge literally inches before his eyes, except maybe he really hasn’t, because he hasn't stopped looking at Mark’s face this whole time. 

He reaches up, fumbling a little before catching Mark’s hand, and depositing it on his head.

Oh.

Fuck. Mark cards through his hair stiffly, fingers rigid as he strokes Jeno’s head. Fuck. What was he thinking? This was something he and Snowball used to do all the time. How could he have forgotten? Mark inhales sharply, exhaling slowly. Fuck. He really needed to get himself together.

Mark runs his hand through Jeno’s soft hair, over and over, gradually relaxing into it, patting his head comfortably. It’s a repetitive motion that has him calming down, even if his arousal is still ever-present. Jeno’s lashes start to flutter after a while, and Mark tries to breathe as quietly as he can when those beautiful eyes finally slip shut, leaning fully into Mark.

Fuck.

This is definitely the sweetest form of torture. Mark is so hard it hurts, and Jeno’s blissfully unaware, dozing softly on his thigh. 

It doesn’t help that Mark can picture himself jizzing all over his face like this, doesn’t help that his cock jumps at the thought of it, tender and hot in his crotch. Fuck, he would look so pretty, Mark’s cum dripping down his face. 

Mark resists the urge to palm himself, catching himself at the very last second. He lets out a soft, strangled groan, throwing his head back over the top of the couch.

The hand on Jeno’s head doesn’t stop moving even as he dies a little on the inside. 

…

> Google: Am I a pervert?

• Search Results: Why am I having perverted thoughts?
• People who repeatedly experience extreme and unusual thoughts of a troubling sexual nature may suffer from an often-misdiagnosed sexual obsession. Sexual obsessions are a type of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), which affects a significant percentage of the 1 in 40 people who suffer from OCD.21 Apr 2020
• Sexual Obsessions: Misunderstood and Misdiagnosed

“Hyuck." Mark says solemnly, face ashen. "I think I might have OCD.”

“I think you might need to see a doctor.” Donghyuck snaps his chopsticks.

“I’m, I’m being serious though?” Mark stumbles, suddenly feeling small.

“Yeah, so am I.” Donghyuck stirs his Kimchi Jjigae. “If you really do have OCD, you should get it checked by a medical professional, and then seek proper help.” 

“Oh.” Mark falls silent.

Donghyuck sighs, putting down his chopsticks. “What brought this on, Melk?”

“I don’t think I have OCD?” Mark tries.

“Yeah, no shit. You’re workaholic.” Donghyuck deadpans.

“You mean I’m a workaholic.” Mark corrects.

“Aish,” Donghyuck clicks his tongue. “You know that isn’t the point. What’s up, Mel?”

“I think I’m a pervert?” 

“Woah. Okay, was not expecting that.” Donghyuck chokes on his bite of rice, cackling. “What did you say?”

“...Nevermind.” 

“No, really,” Donghyuck coughs, though it sounds suspiciously like a laugh. “You only just found out?”

“Ah! Hey!” Mark flushes, absolutely flustered. “What are you talking about?”

“Tell him you want him to crawl on all fours or feed off your hand like a dog.” Donghyuck fishes his bowl for more kimchi. 

“What? I don’t want him to– who said it’s a he?” Mark splutters. 

“Is it not a he?” Donghyuck scoops up the remaining rice carefully with his spoon. Ah, the last bite. “Sorry– they.”

“No, no, you’re right, Jeno’s pronouns are he—” Mark cuts himself off mid-sentence, eyes wide, “Fuck.”

Donghyuck arches a brow.

“I—” Mark bites his lip, burning with the embarrassment of a lifetime. "He already does." Mark buries his face in his hands. "That's kind of.. the whole problem." 

"Hoh~" Donghyuck whistles, low. "I'm not following. What's the problem then?" 

"The problem is that I lied to him that I still see him as Snowball." He rushes out. "And now I get— I mean I, everytime he— uh. Like I—" 

"And now you get turned on when he acts like Snowball." Donghyuck finishes.

"Yeah." Mark replies, ashen. 

“I still don’t see the problem.” Donghyuck puts his spoon down, picking up his bowl of Kimchi Jjigae. 

“I get hard when Jeno acts like Snowball?” 

Donghyuck slurps up the rest of his soup.

“I’m gross, aren’t I?” Mark deflates. 

Donghyuck sets down his bowl with a satisfied burp. “I genuinely couldn’t care less if you’re into petplay or puppyplay, Mel. Chenle only showered twice last week. Try beating that first before you have an existential crisis.” 

“Ew.” Mark wrinkles his nose. “How do you even know that?”

“Are you still friends with him?” Donghyuck wipes his mouth with a napkin.

“What? Of course.” Mark replies, indignant, “I wouldn’t just, stop being friends with someone just because… oh.”

“Yeah. Guess who’s also still friends with Chenle?” 

“But this is different! It’s a different kind of gross–” 

“It really isn’t that different.” Donghyuck dumps his spoon and chopsticks into the bowl, packing up neatly. 

“What do you mean?” Mark furrows his brows, “Wait, you’re done? Already?” 

“I mean you should tell him.” Donghyuck shrugs. “Or don’t tell him. Either way, Jeno will probably go along with it. So don’t worry your pretty little head over it. It’ll work out.” 

“What?” Mark’s even more confused now. “How would you know that?”

Donghyuck tosses everything into the nearby bin, dusting his hands before turning to Mark.

“He’s Jeno.” Donghyuck simply says, as if it explains everything.

Mark really wishes it did.

…

“Snowball,” Mark calls, “Hey!” 

Jeno turns from where he’s sitting on the floor, looking back at Mark curiously.

“Don’t sit so near the TV, it’s bad for your eyes.” He chides. “Come here, bud.” Mark beckons him over with both hands like he would a puppy, whistling. 

Jeno shifts to get up, grabbing George as he stands.

Mark doesn’t know what compels him to push it a little further.

Tell him you want him to crawl on all fours. Haechan’s voice rings in his head. 

“Over here.” Mark snaps his fingers, staring straight into Jeno’s eyes. 

Or don’t tell him.

Jeno stares back, unmoving for a long moment. 

Then, he gets down on his knees, and Mark’s heart stutters to a stop. 

It’ll work out. 

Slowly, he crawls over, on his hands and knees, until he’s between Mark’s spread thighs. He sits back on his ankles, round eyes looking up at Mark.

It’s Jeno.

“Atta boy.” Mark praises, fingers running through Jeno’s hair, and they continue to ignore the elephant in the room- the adrenaline fizzling through their veins, the heat flooding their groins. 

…

This can’t be real. Mark chants desperately in his head. I’m not hard. I’m not hard. I’mnothard—

Jeno sighs sweetly into his ear, and it takes all of Mark’s control not to rip the handlebar off his armrest. His ear tingles with the fresh memory of his warm breath, and it takes Mark a solid minute to realize he’s stopped breathing to catch every shade of his voice. His heart hammers from where Jeno’s pressed into his front, head light from the lack of air. 

Okay, this is normal. Mark rationalizes, before he really goes crazy. Totally cool to cuddle your dog while trying to get some work done. 

He stares at his blank word document, save for the research question up top. He has read it at least ten times now, and he has no idea what he’s reading. He mentally slaps himself, taking a deep breath. He rereads the question, typing a couple of sentences. 

Jeno breathes every 3 seconds, exhales every 2.75 seconds, and he smells like fresh laundry. He’s so warm too, like Mark’s just taken him out from the dryer. He’s so comfortable , Mark wants to tear his hands away from his keyboard to wrap them around his back, wants to hug him back and spend the rest of the day just like this. 

He deletes the gibberish he wrote, re-reading the question, and tries to stamp down the arousal and need pooling low under his belly. Research question. Research question. Resea—

“Mmmn—” Jeno shifts, and Mark freezes. He holds himself so very still as Jeno settles into a more comfortable position, nuzzling sweetly into his neck, and oh , his crotch brushes innocently against Mark’s tender groin as he does so. 

Mark is a tree. 

He is a tree . 

He is a tree that does not move. 

He is a chair. 

He is a chair. 

He is a chair that does not get hard. He is—

"Haa—" Jeno exhales softly as he finally sinks into Mark, having contorted his body into the most comfortable possible position over Mark in the chair. That’s cool. That’s great. Mark prays to god that Jeno can’t feel his rock-hard erection between them. If he does, he doesn’t show it, dozing happily on Mark’s shoulder, as if his very presence isn’t sending Mark into overdrive. He probably doesn’t even know, asleep as he is, and Mark’s so twisted for being this turned on. 

He shifts every so often, whenever Mark’s about to calm down, and just that slight grind is enough to keep Mark on the edge. Scratch staying here for the rest of the day, Mark doesn’t think he can last another second. 

His cock throbs needily, tight in the confines of his shorts, and it doesn’t help that Jeno’s literally sitting right on top of it. Mark physically can’t move, so sensitive and on edge he thinks he’ll start rocking upwards the moment he lets himself move. He knows he won’t be able to stop, knows he can’t cross the line like this, so he sits there and waits, cheeks flushed as he persuades himself to stay still.

It’s pure torture, it truly is, and Mark would definitely let Jeno do this to him again.

He doesn’t end up getting any work done, and it’s a wonder how Jeno’s pants didn’t stain with how much Mark leaked into his own shorts. 

Small mercies, Mark thinks gratefully, rushing into the bathroom the moment Jeno slid off his lap with a small yawn, face burning with the memory of his ruined shorts. 

He’s shaking when he finally wraps a hand around himself, fucking his own fist hard and rough. He’s so worked up that a few strokes is all it takes. He comes with a muffled whine to Jeno’s lingering warmth everywhere on his skin, the delicious thought of grinding against him a persistent buzz in his head.

…

He gets used to Jeno’s puppy-like habits. 

Now that he knows what to expect, he can mentally prepare himself instead of freezing up like an idiot every time Jeno so much as touches him. It was the whole point of lying, after all. He wanted to be able to smother Jeno with hugs and cuddles as much as he wanted again. He just hadn’t factored in the possibility that: 1) he might be into this whole puppyplay thing and 2) the very man going along with it. 

Not that mental preparation helps with the bane of his existence. 

They’re back on the couch again today, or well, Mark is. Jeno’s perched comfortably between his thighs again, the back of his head resting against Mark’s crotch as they watch a random show on Netflix. It’s “Pizza night”, so Jeno’s munching happily on his third slice of pepperoni. Mark’s only allowed to use one hand to eat so his other hand is clean and free to stroke Jeno’s head, which is fine really. ‘Lupin’ is a great show, interesting enough that Mark’s actually able to focus on it. If only his traitorous dick would stop getting hard every time Jeno nuzzles into him. 

Jeno’s fingers are oily as he stuffs his cheeks with the rest of his large slice. He loves having his mouth filled, Mark has come to realize, which is a terrible realization to have really, for one as horny and perverted as Mark Lee. Jeno’s fingers are greasy from the oil, his lips shiny with it, and Mark can see the bulge of his cheek as he chews. 

Mark chokes on his drink. 

“Hyung, you okay?” Jeno giggles, handing him a paper towel.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. Thanks J- Snowball.” Mark splutters, coughing. 

He wipes his mouth with the towel, jolting when he sees Jeno staring at him, chin cocked upwards. 

Mark tracks the way his tongue darts out to lick his glistening lip, a wave of heat rising up his neck. He swallows thickly, holding Jeno’s jaw gently with a hand before wiping his mouth with the clean side of his paper towel. 

His eyes curve prettily when Mark’s done, nuzzling into Mark’s inner thigh with a happy hum. 

Mark crushes the paper towel in a fist, clean hand reaching to pat his head. It’s instinctive, by now, stroking Jeno’s soft hair. 

Jeno preens, melting into his touch, and Mark’s painfully aware of how close his face is to his crotch. The angle is absolutely terrible for his heart, because like this, it looks as if he’s about to guide Jeno down onto his co—

Distantly, he hears a wrecked whine before he feels it. Jeno’s cheek brushes against his tender crotch, and Mark sees white . It takes a while for him to realize that the sound came from his own throat, flushing as Jeno blinks at the hardness digging into his cheek. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Now he’s done it, he’s busted. Absolutely busted. In all honesty Mark has no idea how Jeno has never caught him even once all this time, but there’s no excusing this. He’s just shoved Jeno’s face into his crotch. What the fuck, Mark. What the fuck—

His expletive curses grind to an abrupt halt when Jeno presses his face further into his crotch. 

What .

Slowly, he takes a small sniff, rubbing his cheek against the seam of Mark’s shorts, and all of Mark’s brain and bodily functions have stopped working. 

He is a tree. 

A tree in the middle of a fucking forest fire. 

His world is crashing and burning to ashes. 

Heat flares under his skin, face burning, gut melting, phallus throbbing. His whole world narrows down to the one point of contact of Jeno’s open mouth against his clothed cock, and Mark has to wonder if this is a dream.

Because there is just no way Jeno’s breathing all over his dick. 

He can feel every warm puff of Jeno’s breath fanning over the thin fabric of his shorts. It’s maddening, the space between them, the heat emanating from Jeno’s mouth, the drool slowly pooling at the corners of his lips. Mark wants that on his cock, craves it so bad his dick can’t stop twitching, throbbing and throbbing and throbbing under his shorts, and Mark watches shamefully as Jeno sees his dick jump pathetically. 

His mouth hovers dangerously closer, and Mark can’t help it. 

He leaks.

 Precome oozes out of his tip, staining into his shorts. Jeno’s pupils darken, inhaling sharply. Mark tracks the way his Adam Apple bobs. There’s a delicious pink dusting his cheeks and ears, eyes hazy as he stares dumbly at Mark’s bulging crotch, intoxicated. The next time his lips part, he’s already leaning in for the kill. 

Mark mewls , arching as Jeno finally presses his warm mouth over the hard swell of his shorts. 

He mouths wetly over it, tongue roving over rough fabric, and Mark is a goner, laying there trying to differentiate between ceiling and white as Jeno’s mouth frays every last intelligible thought in his mind. 

…

> Google: Is it still cockwarming if he's just mouthing over my pants?

• Search Result: Coming In Pants - Works - Archive of Our Own
• https://archiveofourown.org › tags › works
• Minhyung presses closer, impossibly closer, slotting a thigh between King's legs, a hand closing around his throat. ...

• Search Result: Cock Warming - Works - Archive of Our Own
• https://archiveofourown.org › tags › works
• He runs a large hand through Dinu's soft hair, petting gently. Jesus, there's so much drool. Minhyung tenses as he stares at the way it's pooled between his legs, fascinated. …

It becomes a thing.

Mark doesn’t know how it even becomes a thing, his singular brain cell shriveling in pain. He just knows it becomes a thing. 

Jeno under his desk when he works, hot mouth pressed against his crotch. Mark bought a giant dinosaur floor plush for him to kneel on, so his knees don’t hurt after spending a whole afternoon on them. A whole afternoon. Because that’s how long Jeno can stay on his knees between Mark’s thighs, face buried in Mark’s groin as Mark does his work. (Because if he’s going to spend a few hours like this, might as well get some work done, right?)

There’s always so much drool . 

Jeno goes boneless between his legs after a couple of minutes every time they do it, quicker if Mark strokes his hair and praises him. When it happens, it’s like he isn’t even here, mind floating somewhere far away as he drools all over Mark’s cock, saliva seeping into his shorts. It’s nasty, it’s supposed to be, Mark’s literally sitting in a pool of Jeno’s spit for hours on end. 

He loves it.

Adores it to a concerning degree. 

He works as best as he can with Jeno’s mouth fit snugly around his cock, and reaches down to pat his hair when he’s bored, or when he just wants to. He always wants to. Sometimes he scratches behind Jeno’s ears, massaging his scalp, and Jeno makes these soft little sounds. Moans it right into Mark’s dick.

It’s a wonder how he doesn’t cum every time they do this, and it is quite literally the ultimate form of edgeplay, a test of extreme self-control, with Mark being stuck in a state of heightened arousal for hours, not able to fuck up into that warm, wet heat, not able to grind against those thin, shiny lips, not able to even feel his mouth raw , without this stupid piece of cloth between them.

Mark stopped wearing pants since this arrangement started, but he still keeps his boxers on. It’s the closest he can get to not wearing anything at all waist down, the last semblance of propriety, the little fence that reassures Mark that he hasn’t crossed the line. That they haven’t crossed the line. 

He doesn’t know why he’s even trying that hard. What line he’s trying not to cross.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this to himself. 

…

The line blurs and blurs and blurs.

Mark never does get to the point where he takes off his boxers, but when it comes to Jeno? All bets are off. 

See, Jeno likes taking off his shirt. So when they do this little desk routine, Mark gets a bird’s eye view of Jeno’s chest, abs and back. It’s normal for him to only wear boxers or simple sweatpants when kneeling in front of Mark, so Mark had thought nothing of it when Jeno padded into his room with suspiciously loose sweats hanging low on his hips.

Until he was about to sit and it dropped right down, pooling around his ankles. 

Mark found out that day that Jeno doesn't wear any underwear at home, soft cock flopping out for the world to see, for Mark to see. (It’s a really pretty cock.)

Mark has come to learn that things always come back to bite you in the ass, which is why there’s a saying that you shouldn’t put off doing some things till the very last minute. Mark should have struggled and threaded the drawstrings back in, or thrown the whole stupid sweatpants away for that matter. But he did what anyone would do honestly— Procrastinate until he forgot about it. 

Now he remembers, he remembers that this is the exact pair of pants that does not have any string fastening it to one’s hips, so it’s no wonder that it fell off Jeno's tiny, snatched waist. 

Jeno makes a sound of embarrassment, cheeks flushing as he bends to pull it back up. Mark eyes the curve of his ass as he does it, a gear in his mind clicking when Jeno covers it from view. He waddles over to Mark with a hand holding up his pants and Mark doesn’t know what comes over him. 

He reaches out to grab Jeno’s hands. Both of them. 

Jeno stares at him, before letting go and holding his hand back properly.

His pants drop to the floor, and Mark spreads his thighs, guiding Jeno under his desk as he usually does. 

He sits between Mark’s legs in his birthday suit, completely uncovered, and Mark feels something coil tight inside him, something preen. 

He carries on with his work as usual like nothing’s wrong, and nothing is wrong. 

Dogs don’t wear anything in the first place. 

…

Jeno doesn’t get self-conscious much, but kneeling down naked between your friend’s thighs is definitely one of the things that would make anyone shy, Mark supposes.

He covers his crotch with his hands at first, curled up a little awkwardly as he squirms. Mark ignores it, having the decency to at least give him the pretense of privacy by not acknowledging it, but the seventh time Jeno shifts within a single minute has Mark looking back down to check if something’s wrong.

Jeno stiffens at his gaze, shying behind Mark’s knee. His blush is so pretty, Mark lets him use his leg as a shield, lets him hide behind his calf. They reposition a little bit, so Jeno’s not backed up uncomfortably against the desk wall, and Mark slots his foot easily between Jeno’s spread thighs.

The next time he leans in to lick tentatively over Mark’s shorts, his bare cock rubs against Mark’s ankle. Mark does his best to ignore the way it fills over time, ignores the way it throbs against his skin, ignores the way Jeno presses himself closer to him, grinding just the slightest bit.

Mark definitely doesn’t spare him a glance as he taps his foot on Jeno’s hard cock. He’s the type to shake his leg or fidget when working after all, so it’s not exactly intentional when Mark starts playing around with his foot, dragging the ball of his feet up and down Jeno’s cock, stepping on it lightly, or pressing his toes down a little harshly just to hear him gasp sweetly.

Jeno’s teary-eyed when Mark finally decides to stop toying with him, so fucking cute with pink tinting his whole face, ears and neck. Mark’s foot is wet with precome, and Jeno must have been close because Mark can feel how hard his cock is pulsing. 

Jeno squirms against his leg, frowning cutely when he realizes that Mark really isn’t going to move anymore. 

He whines softly, nosing at Mark’s crotch, licking and mouthing all over it needily. It takes everything in Mark to stay still. He resolutely does not move his legs, and does not look down at him.

Jeno grows desperate, tongue aching, cock so hard it hurts. The first grind against Mark’s shin is involuntary. Mark ignores it. Jeno throbs against his foot, tip drooling all over his instep, and Mark ignores him when he starts rocking slightly, still a little hesitant, glancing up at Mark warily. 

Mark ignores him when he speeds up, pressing little "uhn"s and "ah"s into his crotch as he ruts. 

And wow, spring must be ending early this year because it’s so fucking hot in here. 

Sweat drips down Jeno’s back as he humps Mark’s leg like a dog, growing louder and louder as his rushed thrusts get erratic and quick. 

Mark can’t ignore it when Jeno cums, sounding just too goddamn pretty when he moans. He lets himself look at the way Jeno buries his face into his crotch, trembling weakly over his leg as he spills all over the dinosaur plushie on the floor. Some catches onto Mark of course, inevitable with the way Jeno’s grinding against him to ride out his high, and it’s like he’s rubbing his cum into Mark’s skin, like he’s rubbing his scent into Mark’s being, like he’s marking his territory like a wild beast. 

Mark’s orgasm takes him by surprise, spilling into his boxers with a hand slamming down on his desk. Jeno feels it happen with his lips, pressing his tongue to Mark’s pulsing dick to help milk him like the good boy he is. Mark’s knuckles are white as he jolts in his seat, a low groan slipping from his lips as the aftershock hits. Jeno sucks hungrily at the cum seeping through the fabric, moaning at the taste, whining in frustration at the barrier.

Mark feels a lot like whining about it too. 

But he doesn’t do anything, basking in his post-orgasmic glow, allowing Jeno to mouth all over his boxers to lick up as much cum as he can while he runs his hand through Jeno’s hair.

Mark doesn’t know where the fuck the line is anymore; it’s spread so thin he could as well have crossed it.

…

> Google: How do I wash a Dinosaur Floor Plush?

• Search Result: Is it a plush Dino and how to wash it? Amazon.com

• This Dinosaur toy is made from polyester corduroy fabric. Please wash the backpack in cold or room-temperature water only, you can use a soft brush. …

• Cartoon Animals Girls Flower Floor Pillow Seating Cushion 

• Pour warm water · Pour in neutral detergent · Put the plush cushion in the water and gently rub · Rinse carefully with warm water after taking it out · Use a towel 

It's the school holiday, but Mark is busy as ever as Student Council President. 

He's in charge of a lot of upcoming events, and hasn't focused at all the past few days due to the movie marathon Jeno coaxed him into. Thus, he really needs to pick up the slack and finish up all his work tonight. 

It's just a bunch of proposals, a lot of emails and a couple of boring meetings. 

He's still drowning in them when Jeno comes back after a post-early morning bike ride shower. His hair is sopping wet when he pokes his head through the doorway to peer at Mark. 

Mark sighs, pushing his chair back as he beckons him over. "Aigo, look at you, you're dripping all over." Well. He had needed a break anyway.  

Jeno grins, running into Mark's arm's on all fours. He crashes into him, and purposefully shakes his head, splashing Mark with his wet hair. 

Mark laughs, wiping his face. "Ack! Alright, alright. Enough." 

Jeno sticks out his tongue, giggling. 

Mark pours him a cup of water to drink while he fishes out the hair dryer. Jeno chugs it down in one gulp, sighing in satisfaction as he plops down on the floor.

He switches on the hair dryer, caging Jeno between his legs as he starts rubbing the wet droplets from his scalp. Jeno leans into his touch, closing his eyes as he lets Mark dry his hair. 

He's already half asleep when Mark's done, probably exhausted after all that exercise. Mark takes the cup from him, pouring more water into it before grabbing his chin. He tips the cup, and Jeno opens easily, drinking it all pliantly. 

He burps a little when Mark pulls away, setting the glass on the table. Mark herds him under the desk, Jeno following easily, until he's kneeling comfortably on the dinosaur plush, cheek smushed against Mark's inner thigh. 

Mark runs a hand through his fluffy hair, stroking, and Jeno slips blissfully into sleep. 

…

"..Yeah. That works for me. Great!" Mark waves at the camera. "Thank you all for coming today. Have a great weekend everyone~" 

He ends the call with a tired sigh, stretching his arms with a groan. It's been about an hour? Jeno's knocked out cold, drooling all over his thigh as he snoozes. 

"Hey bud." Mark calls softly, scratching behind his ear gently. "Snowball." 

Jeno stirs slowly, and Mark coos, caressing his cheek. "Sleepy, aren't you?" 

"Mmn," Jeno hums, eyes still closed as he buries his face in Mark's thigh. 

"Drink some water for me." Mark murmurs softly, wiping the drool from his chin. He cradles Jeno's chin, tipping the cup to his parted lips. 

Jeno swallows the cool liquid down, still half-asleep. Some of the water spills out, dripping down his neck, but he drinks most of it. Mark fills the cup one more time, pouring it slower into Jeno's mouth, and this time, Jeno gulps it down without spilling a drop.

"Atta boy." He praises, ruffling his hair gently. 

Jeno preens, nuzzling back into his thigh with a sweet sigh. 

"Go back to sleep, mm?" Mark whispers gently, and Jeno's gone, lulled back to sleep with Mark's warm fingers running over his scalp. 

…

Jeno wakes up a little past noon. 

Mark brushes the hair away from his eyes as he yawns, thumb stroking fondly over his cheek. 

Jeno shifts, stretching a little within the confines of the small space. 

Mark pats him absent-mindedly as he continues with his work, and Jeno plops his head higher onto Mark's belly. Mark ruffles the back of his head. "What's up, bud?" 

Jeno taps at his right foot, and that's the signal he usually gives when he wants to leave. Mark doesn't recall him having any plans today last he checked, so he's probably just hungry. 

"I'm almost done with this page though, can you wait a little, bud?" Mark scratches his nape gently. 

Jeno nods, settling back down, but he's a little fidgety, shifting his weight carefully to his right knee. 

Mark goes back to his work, but he's slower, only able to type with one hand. 

…

Jeno squirms.

He taps at Mark's right ankle, a little more urgently this time. 

"—Ah yeah. Cool, I think you can contact them first. See what they say, or if not I'll ask Doyoung-hyung if he can source another sponsor." Mark nods. "Yeah." 

Jeno shifts, restless between his thighs. Mark mutes his call, ducking down to apologize to him. "Hey, sorry bud, can you wait a little longer? I'm kinda in the middle of a meeting now." 

Jeno bites his lip, eyes darting between Mark and the space behind his right leg. 

"It'll be quick, don't worry." Mark re-assures. "Stay still and be good for me, mm?" 

Jeno whines softly, reluctantly giving Mark a small nod. 

"Atta boy." Mark pats his head, returning to the call. "Yes, sorry about that, you were saying?" 

Jeno sits on his haunches, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he rests his chin on Mark's crotch, breathing carefully. 

…

Jeno paws at Mark's right thigh. 

He’s being unusually rough. 

"Sorry, give me a sec, yeah." Mark mutes his mic and switches off his camera for good measure, "Just five more minutes, bud. I'm really sorry." 

Jeno whines, antsy. 

Mark goes back to his call, but keeps his fingers threaded in the soft strands to soothe Jeno. 

He calms down for a couple of minutes, alert for any signs of Mark ending the call anytime soon. It seems never-ending. 

He's bouncing on his heels now, throat bobbing nervously. Mark scratches his nape idly. 

Jeno waits. 

He waits and waits and waits, and Mark's a little surprised he waited a whole fifteen minutes before tapping at Mark's right leg again. 

"Yes, in the event of bad weather we'll have to find another location. I've emailed three places already…" Mark rubs Jeno's cheek with a thumb placatingly. 

Jeno whines this time, louder. Startled, Mark shoves his thumb into Jeno's lips. "Oh, that sound? I don't know where that came from hahaha— anyways! You were, uh, you were saying?"

Jeno sucks on his thumb, the distraction successfully calming him down. 

He lets Jeno lick and suckle his thumb, carrying on with his call.

…

The call drags on for an unbelievable thirty minutes more. 

Jeno has four of Mark's fingers in his mouth now, drooling all over his hand. 

He shakes Mark's right leg more urgently this time, squeezing his ankle when Mark simply slides his other hand down to pat at his cheek. 

He pulls himself off Mark's fingers, voice scratchy as he calls softly, "Hyung." 

Mark mutes himself again, but doesn't look down.

"Hyung, I need to pee." He says quietly. 

Mark doesn't answer, nodding at his screen as Doyoung starts talking on speaker.

"Hyung," Jeno repeats, a little louder. "I really need to pee." His voice shakes a little as he says it, and Mark can feel how desperate he is, jittery and squirmy, physically unable to keep still now that he's really about to burst. 

Mark schools himself, switching off the camera and leaning down. He looks right into Jeno's eyes as he strokes his cheek, voice even without missing a beat. "Aigo, sorry bud. You must be hungry. I'll get us something delicious to eat for lunch later, alright?" 

Jeno stares back into his eyes, watercolor pink creeping up his ears, neck and coloring his face beautifully. 

Mark gets back to his call, and Jeno stops tapping his foot. 

…

Mark feels it happen when Jeno loses the fight against his bladder.

He shivers, eyes crossing, lashes fluttering as he shudders from head to toe, pressing the softest of moans into the seam of Mark's shorts. 

Jeno's shorts grow wet and heavy, the liquid leaking into the dinosaur plushie under him. Mark feels it grow warm and damp under his feet. He doesn't say anything. Doesn’t even move his feet away. 

Jeno taps at his right foot one last time.

Mark ignores him.

He exhales softly, and finally lets go , melting into Mark's crotch with a whimper, fingers curling loosely around Mark's right ankle as he pisses all over himself, all over the dinosaur plushie, and all over Mark’s legs, like a dog that wasn’t potty trained.

Mark strokes his head when he's finally done, lashes wet, cheeks crimson. The smell of piss fills the whole room in a thick, cloying stench. It's impossible not to notice.

There's so much of it, the dinosaur plushie isn't even enough to soak it all up, forming a small puddle under Mark's chair. 

In all honesty, his call had ended ten minutes ago. Mark pretends to bid his farewell to his friends anyways, keeping up the act until the end. He takes his time, closing all his tabs one by one and switching off his laptop before he finally pushes his chair back.

His breath hitches at the sight.

“Oh,” He says softly. "You made such a mess, bud." 

Jeno whines, humiliated. Mark hushes him, picking him up and settling him onto his lap. He strokes down Jeno's back, rubbing soothingly at his lower back even though the bottom of his shirt stained and wet. It drips onto his own shorts and shirt, cold and humiliating. Fuck, Mark's so turned on it hurts. 

"Guess you really needed to go, hm? Sorry, it's Daddy's fault." Mark apologizes, hooking his arms under Jeno's thighs as he stands. "Did you let it all out?" 

Shamefully, Jeno nods. 

" There's my boy. You were so good, bud. Waited so long for me." He whispers sweet praises into Jeno's ear as he carries him to the bathroom. Jeno shivers, relaxing into Mark's hold. "Let's get you all cleaned up now, hm?" 

Jeno nods shyly into his neck. 

"Atta boy."

…

It’s a terrible day.

Mark doesn’t know why he’s this horny , he just is okay? Very horny. So horny he could die.

He woke up with a raging boner, but there was no time to jack off because he also woke up late and had to rush to work. He was restless the whole day, fidgety, snappy, so on edge that Yuta let him leave fifteen whole minutes before his shift ended and he did . And when he finally gets home, eager to get off in the bathroom before he actually dies , Jeno stares at his crotch like a man who’s starved for weeks when Mark kicked his shoes off, catching Mark before he could escape and pawing at him needily until the backs of his knees hit the couch. 

So Mark spread his legs and let him have it, shuddering as Jeno laps all over his slacks, cock filling promptly. 

What else was he supposed to do? Push Jeno away? Not give him everything he wants?  

Blasphemy.

He groans as Jeno sucks softly at the head of his cock where it strains against the dark fabric, unbuttoning his white shirt as he arches into Jeno’s mouth. Fuck, he’s so sensitive today, and Jeno’s more eager than usual. Mark doesn’t even realize he’s whining until Jeno’s teeth grazes against a nerve, and Mark jerks up, grabbing a fistful of Jeno’s hair. 

“Fuck, bud,” Mark pants, “What’s got you so worked up today?” 

Jeno dives back down in answer, sucking harshly. Mark curses, thighs slamming shut involuntarily. Jeno grunts at the impact, and Mark is quick to rub at his shoulders placatingly.

“Alright, alright, my bad.” Mark admits, “Back up a little bit, bud. C'mon.”

Jeno pouts, reluctantly scooting back just the slightest, and then Mark’s slotting his shin between Jeno’s knees, and Mark wipes the frown off his face with a little coo, “Now doesn’t that feel better, hmm?” 

Jeno moans as he nods eagerly, pressing the swell of his shorts to Mark’s feet. Shit, Mark can feel how hard he is through his own slacks. 

He’s like a dog in heat, licking and rutting against his owner, snapping at every bit of skin he can reach.

Wait... a dog in heat.

Mark suddenly realizes that he’s too close.

He yanks Jeno back by the hair, alarmed when his gut suddenly clenches. His breath hitches, and Mark slams a hand to his crotch, staving off his orgasm. Jeno’s face scrunches in a wince as Mark tightens his grip, the long line of his neck bared. 

Mark’s still a little shaky when his orgasm finally ebbs, disappointment and frustration clawing at him as he feels it slip away between the cracks of his fingers. “Fuck,” He breathes harshly, blood rushing through his ears. 

Jeno whines, low and needy, and Mark remembers he still has his hand buried in Jeno’s hair. He lets go, stroking over the tender area softly in apology. Jeno pouts at him, and Mark caves, picking him up under his armpits and hoisting him onto his lap.

Jeno melts into him, purring and Mark abruptly realizes that this was a bad, bad move.

As if to punctuate that thought, Jeno grinds down against him, moaning wantonly into his ear. Mark can feel how hard he is, rock-hard arousal rocking down against his own erection. It’s too much.

“ Jeno .” Mark finally cracks, cock pulsing as he breaks.

“Mark, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now—” Jeno growls, ripping of his shirt in one fluid motion. 

“Fuck, shit, are you sure–” Mark curses, eyes glued to the expanse of Jeno’s milky-white skin. There’s just so much to look at. Fuck. His chest.

“Mark,” Jeno paws desperately at Mark’s sweats, voice dropping to a needy whine “Hyung.”

Mark breaks. He breaks and shatters and Jeno ruts himself against the shards of him, moans into the gaps between broken pieces and licks into every nook and crevice. Mark all but flips him over, grabbing and throwing him into the dog bed as he gets rid of every article of clothing between them. 

Jeno sinks into it with a soft "oof" and Mark cages him in instantly, pressing him into the soft fur. His teeth sinks into Jeno’s shoulder, neck and collarbones, tongue darting out to lap up every inch of unblemished skin. He shoulders Jeno further up the bed, warm palm cupping his crotch tenderly as he sucks on Jeno’s Adam’s apple.

Jeno gasps, hips rising as he moans into Mark’s touch. “Hyung— ah!”

Mark growls into his neck, palming him roughly as his other hand slides up his cheek, grabbing a fistful of hair. Jeno bucks into his grasp, keening as Mark pulls his head back. He licks up the long column of Jeno's neck, the sharp line of his jaw, and into the soft heat of his mouth. It’s a hot press of tongues and lips, teeth knocking as they gradually get sloppier and messier, lost in the burning heat of it. Mark slots a thigh between Jeno’s legs, smoothing his palm up the sides of Jeno’s narrow waist, higher and higher to close around his neck. 

He swallows down the wounded cry like nectar, grinding harshly against him with the rushed desperation of a teenager. He winces a little at the friction, the slide’s too dry, too rough. 

Jeno rises as he releases his neck, gasping for air. Mark shuts him up with a hand over his face, and he feels the way Jeno's cock jolts under his belly, leaking between them. 

"Lick." He growls.

Jeno shivers, breaths harsh as he pushes his tongue to the center of Mark's palm. Mark feels the soft muscle lap over sensitive skin. Jeno licks messily, slobbering all over his hand, and when Mark shoves his fingers past his lips, he whines , sucking them all down with glazed eyes, hard cock drooling. 

"Spit." Mark commands, and sweet, perfect Jeno coats his hand completely. There's so much of it that some drips down his wrist.

" Atta boy." He praises, slipping his fingers out. Jeno squirms, grinding up against Mark needily, but it's not wet enough, and it hurts. Jeno whines, frustrated, rubbing up against Mark's abs with a pained cry. 

"Shhh." He coos, slick hand wrapping around both their cocks. Jeno whimpers, trembling as he lets out a soft gasp. "I got you." Mark slicks their cocks with Jeno's spit, and instantly, the slide is better. So much better. 

"I gotchu." He presses the words into Jeno's soft lips, gripping them both together. Shit, Jeno's cock isn't that small either, Mark's hand can barely wrap around both their dicks. Jeno makes a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper, eyes crossing as he melts into Mark's hand, shaking as Mark starts stroking . 

"Ah—!" Jeno keens, thrusting sloppily into Mark's fist. "Hyung— hyung-ngh–faster, fasterfaster please —" 

"Fuck–" Mark groans, own hips bucking needily. "Okay, okay," He grits, pulling his hand away and filling the gap by bearing down harder. 

" Yes –" Jeno gasps, rocking up frantically into Mark. "yesyes yes —" 

"Fuck." Mark groans, losing control as he snaps his hips, thrusting wildly against Jeno. 

It feels so fucking good, still not wet enough, edging on the side of too rough. Yet, the friction is delicious. They need to come so bad they grit through the sting, rewarded with sharp flashes of ecstacy, and a shit ton of adrenaline. Precome smears between them, easing the slide as they rut against each other like wild dogs in heat, air sizzling.

They pant and pant and pant. , thighs aching as they shove themselves against each other, growing sloppier and desperate. 

“Hyung,” Jeno whimpers, trembling hard as he speeds up. “Hyung I-I’m close–”

"Fuck,” Mark grunts, “Me too.”

“G-gonna cum–” Jeno shudders out a shaky gasp, grabbing wildly at Mark’s hair.

“Wait,” Mark pants, slamming down harshly. He's not there yet. Almost, but not quite. “A little more.” 

"No, nono—" He cries, shaking, scrabbling at Mark's back as his hips stutter. "I'mclosemmclose mmclose —"

"Little. Longer." Mark growls.

"C-can’t–” Jeno stutters out a frantic gasp, “Cumming–!" He keens when Mark doesn't let up, abs pull harshly against his will, and his cock pulses madly, hips trembling violently as he mewls. "Cumming,cumming cumming —"

The first spurt hits Mark square on his stomach. It's so fucking hot, feeling Jeno's cock pulse under his own, feeling each warm spurt of cum squirt out of him. Jeno's orgasm is loud , jolting against Mark as he moans and shouts. He cums so much too, thick and hot onto Mark's skin.

It drives Mark over the edge, slamming down once, twice, and he spills all over Jeno's front, shooting up to his chin as he rides out his high. Jeno is oversensitive, but he lets Mark grind it out against his soft cock, knuckles white as his fingers dig into Mark's bicep. 

He shakes so cutely Mark rocks down a few more times even though he's done, gritting through the sting just to see Jeno cry out. 

He's wrung out by the time Mark's finally done messing with him, falling back onto the dog bed with harsh pants. Mark takes a good look at him, flushed and wrecked, a mix of both their comes smeared all over his chest.

"Wow." He breathes, skin warm and sticky. 

"Good?" Mark hums, sliding his fingers down the mess on Jeno's chest.

"Could be better." Jeno grins, cheeky as his lips pucker into a pout. Fuck, Mark wants to kiss it. "You didn't fuck me." 

Right, he can. Mark presses a chaste kiss to his little pout.

Jeno giggles shyly, and Mark pecks him again, just because he can. 

His fingers trail up to Jeno’s nipple, pinching it. “Who said we’re done?”

Jeno stops giggling.

Mark smirks. He leans down to lick Jeno’s other nipple, pink and shiny with cum. Hm, it’s kinda salty actually, but who cares, it’s Jeno.

Mark will always want more as long as it’s Jeno. 

Jeno squirms as he sucks around the areola, a shaky exhale slipping past his lips. Mark looks up at him from behind his lashes, slowly traveling lower, tongue lapping up their cooling cum along the hard lines of Jeno’s abs. 

Jeno stares back, blinking dumbly as Mark trails lower and lower, licking up every last drop on his stomach before sucking down his soft cock. Jeno’s eyes screw shut, hands flying up to his face as he writhes under Mark, oversensitive. 

He whimpers as Mark licks into his slit, eliciting a full-body shudder. Mark’s hands pin him down on either side of his hips. 

Unable to escape, Jeno jolts and jerks helplessly as Mark sucks him clean, shivering uncontrollably as he cries out, overwhelmed. He sags into the plush bed as soon as Mark’s mouth finally pops off him, lashes fluttering wetly. 

“Hyung..?” He trembles as Mark nuzzles into his crotch, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the base of his cock, down to his sac. “H-hyung –ah!”

Mark hums, the very picture of innocence as he sucks Jeno’s balls into his warm mouth. “H-Hyung, please!”

Jeno shakes, moaning brokenly as his thighs close around Mark’s head at a particularly harsh suck. Mark releases him, lapping idly at slick skin, before nosing his way down, lower. He throws a glance at the pup, kissing the fluttering rim cruelly. “Didn’t you want me to fuck you?”

Jeno whines, hole clenching as Mark’s hot breath fans over his sensitive rim. 

Mark grins when Jeno shows no signs of refusal, pliant as ever. “Relax for me, hm, pup?” 

Jeno shivers, nodding dazedly as he lays back into the dog bed, thighs falling apart like a doll with all its strings cut. He follows the instruction so easily, so readily that it has the thin veneer of control holding Mark back, cracking. Mark takes in a shaky breath, inhaling deep. 

Exhales, pressing his lips to the puckered rim of Jeno’s hole. Mark’s never eaten a guy out before, but there’s a first time for everything, he surmises. What he lacks in experience, he makes up with vigor. Mark licks into him sloppily, licks until spit is dripping down his crack, down his own chin as he shoves his lips against Jeno’s rim. 

Jeno’s musk is thick on his tongue, sticking inside his lungs, desecrating his throat. Dirty, filthy, Mark can’t get enough of it. Jeno whines above him, trembling oh-so-cutely everytime Mark’s nose digs into his perineum. 

He’s so responsive, it drives Mark crazy. 

He sticks a finger in along with his tongue, rougher than intended, and Jeno keens, clenching around the digit. Shit, he’s so tight. Mark kneads his thigh in what he hopes is a soothing manner, lapping messily at the walls rippling around his finger. 

“Breathe.” Mark commands. He pulls his finger out, a soft whine slipping through Jeno’s lips as he clenches around nothing.

“Open.” He says, pushing two fingers in now, and Mark doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how quick he is to obey what he says, how eager he is to please. Jeno breathes carefully, eyes screwed shut in concentration as he relaxes his lower half, and instantly, there’s less resistance. 

The ache between Mark’s legs is almost unbearable.

He moves to lick Jeno’s perineum, cramming a third finger in. It’s too soon, too rough, and too fast, but Mark’s impatient. Immensely worked up, coupled with the build-up of repressed sexual tension and torturous edging the past few days, Mark’s only human.

He jabs his fingers a couple more times for good measure, before pulling out and lining up against him. 

Jeno keens under him, moaning when Mark pushes in slowly. Fuck, he almost can’t fit . Mark knows he’s big, monstrous cock a full 10 inches. Even Mark can feel the stretch, spearing Jeno open as he forces his way in. He can't imagine how much more intense it must feel for Jeno. It probably burns, hurts, Mark splitting him open like this. Shit , he’s only managed to fit the tip in. 

“Relax.” It comes out harsher than he intended, but fuck, it’s taking everything in him not to move. “Fuck.”

Jeno sobs, nails digging into Mark’s bicep, but sure enough, the pressure eases up just the slightest. 

“ Atta boy.” Mark groans into his ear, pushing into him further. 

Jeno whimpers, eyes rolling as he involuntarily tightens up. 

“Fuck,” Mark hisses, “Pup.” He warns, hand sliding down to pump Jeno soothingly. 

Jeno whines, hole fluttering around him. Mark seals their lips, licking into him softly as he finally bottoms out.

“Breathe, baby.” Mark pants. “Take it easy.”

Jeno breathes. He breathes and breathes like the good boy he is, loosely fisting at Mark’s hair.

“Feels so full.” He whispers, breathing carefully. He reaches for Mark’s hand, dragging it down between them, “Can feel you all the way...here.” 

Mark can feel a little bump where Jeno’s pressed his hand to his lower belly, just under his navel.

“Fuck.” His cock jumps, and he feels the movement under his palm. What the fuck. What the fuck.

“F-fuckmme.” Jeno mumbles into his hair, delirious. 

“Jeno.” Mark feels like he’s cracking. Does Jeno know what he’s doing? “Are you sure?” 

“Like it when it hurts.” He says quietly, like it’s a big secret. “Like everything you do to me.” 

And oh he does know. He has to know what he’s doing.

“Do it.” Jeno pleads, voice cracking as he starts squirming, trying to rock back down on Mark’s cock. “Mark, mark-hyung, hyung, fuck me.” 

Mark buries his face into Jeno’s shoulder.

“Please.”

And he fucks .

The sound he lets out borders on animalistic, pupils crossing as Mark flattens him into the dog bed. Mark nips at the soft flesh on Jeno’s shoulder, sinking down as he drags the head of his cock out, and then snapping his hips and ramming it back all the way in.

He presses down on Jeno’s tummy, fascinated by the way he can feel himself, enraptured by the way it makes Jeno all the more loud. He must feel it better, because everytime Mark fucks him when he adds pressure to his palm, he just moans so prettily, arching and trembling and grabbing at Mark’s arms and hair.

He flips him over, throwing him onto his chest before pushing back in impatiently. This way, it really is like fucking a dog, Jeno’s ass in the air as he arches his back. Mark slaps his right cheek, delighting in the yelp it elicits. 

Mark fucks and fucks into him like he’s in rut, breathless, brutal and savage. He shoves his cock back into Jeno, over and over, ramming him into the dog bed so hard he molds into it. Mark’s palm is a brand on the back of Jeno’s neck, forcing him face-first into wet fur, muffling the gurgles of broken gasps and cries. 

Jeno takes it like he was made for it, swallowing Mark perfectly, toes curling as he strains against Mark’s hold. Mark gives it to him tenfold, slamming into him, again and again, over and over. 

It’s only when Mark registers how Jeno has practically liquefied under him that he realizes Jeno’s already come. Again.

“Ah,” Mark coos, slowing into a slow grind. “Sorry bud, Daddy got too into it.”

Jeno whimpers, delirious.

“Let’s take care of you now, mm?” Mark murmurs low into his ear, thumb rubbing gentle circles into Jeno’s bicep. 

Jeno shivers, moaning softly. 

Mark’s big enough he doesn’t have to aim to hit that tender bundle of nerves. He’s so thick he’s been grinding against it all along. Yet, the difference between brushing against it and directly pounding into it is monumental. Jeno jerks abruptly, a winded cry punched out of him with the force of Mark’s hips. 

Mark’s grin is half-crazed as he sits back on his haunches. “Found it.”

Mark holds the angle with inane precision, pulling him apart by the seams as he pounds into Jeno’s prostate. If Jeno was boneless before, it’s as if he’s come alive, overstimulation driving him away from Mark’s cock. He sobs as he tries to wrestle out of Mark’s brutal grip, hands scrabbling and pulling for purchase, muscles rippling from the exertion. 

Something in Mark howls in delight as he grapples with Jeno, limbs burning from the fight. He rabbits his hips wickedly, knuckles bruising into Jeno’s skin as he pins him in place, fucks him into place. 

Mark relishes in it, rocking into him cruelly, forcing Jeno to take it until he’s cumming completely fucking dry , sparking like a live wire as he loses his voice. 

He only gets rougher after his intense orgasm, Mark making sure to drag it out as long as he can. Jeno quakes uncontrollably, even more sensitive after cumming, and his desperation actually manages to wrench himself half an inch off Mark’s cock, kicking Mark's thigh.

“Down!” Mark snarls, hand tightening around Jeno’s nape.

He’s prepared for Jeno to fight him, ready for another sudden burst of strength, so it comes as a surprise when Jeno suddenly freezes, and it’s like he’s redirected all his energy into staying still .

Fuck.

Jeno goes slack under him, trembling violently from the aftershocks, but he lets Mark fuck him the way he wants, lets Mark use him the way he craves. 

The power trip has Mark reeling. 

“Up.” He slaps the round curve of Jeno’s ass, leaving red prints on the milky skin, then pulls him back on his cock as he gets on his knees. Jeno shakes, trembling legs wobbling as he struggles to hold himself up. This way, his cock hangs heavy under him, bobbing in the air as he goes through the aftershocks. It should feel a little better now that it isn't rubbing brutally against the rough fur. 

Though he's so sensitive, Mark wonders if he’ll truly listen. If Mark’s word weighs more than his own bodily reflex. 

The thought simmers in his gut, a nasty lick of desire sending thrills up his spine.

“Stay.” Mark growls, palm sliding down his hip. Jeno sniffles, tight with tension as he holds himself steady. 

Mark wraps his fingers around the weeping head of his cock.

He flinches. Hard .

Oh it definitely has to hurt, with how wild he was writhing before, but now, because of one simple word, Jeno locks up, sobbing incoherently into the bed as he visibly fights his own senses to stay still, to be good for Mark.

Oh, he is so good for Mark.

So wet too, as Mark skates a finger over his drooling tip, smearing viscous liquid all over the mushroom head of his cock. He keeps his movements light, gentle as he pulls his foreskin back, but even then it’s evidently too much, jerking helplessly as his body tries to rip itself from Mark’s hand, but his mind catches up at the last second, forcing it to go back, to relax and let Mark do whatever he wants.

And Mark does do whatever he wants. 

He strokes, twisting his wrist on the upstroke to rub his palm harshly against Jeno’s slit. 

Jeno shakes and cries and jolts, but stays as still as his body allows, thighs trembling violently with every flick of Mark’s wrist. 

Mark squeezes Jeno’s flushed head the same time that he drags his cock out, and Jeno seizes when he drills himself back into his swollen hole. 

Fsh—

Jeno goes mute as the first squirt hits the bed.

“Fuck,” Mark groans, wrecked. He snaps his hips, overwhelmed by the way Jeno tightens up impossibly, shaking like a literal motor as another spurt squirts through the gaps of his fingers.

Jeno shakes— shakes and shakes as Mark keeps fucking him. Jets of piss arc onto soiled fur with every thrust, every stroke and every little groan of approval Mark makes. 

So overwhelmingly eager to please that when Mark tells him to let go, he pisses all over the dog bed like the good dog he is. 

The noise that claws out of Mark’s throat is carnal . He spills into Jeno soon after, and there’s just so much of it, thrusts sloppy and desperate as he rides out his high, it goes on forever, pumping him full with it. Jeno trembles weakly under him, hole fluttering, piss dribbling down his slit. His eyes are unseeing when Mark finally rolls him over, slumping into a filthy puddle of his own bodily fluids.

Mark groans at the sight of him, so fucked out that his tongue hangs limp against his lower lip. His face is an absolute mess, snot, spit and sweat smeared all over, hair tangled and sweaty. 

He’s perfect. 

Every bit of his skin is ruddy red, save the purplish bruises forming all over his arms, neck and hips. Mark assumes he’s in a state just as bad, pain flaring all over his arms and back. He’s trembling in the way one would after over-exerting every fiber of their muscles, sweat trickling down his chest, skin alight with flame and smoke.

Mark wipes the drool off Jeno’s chin, pushing his thumb into Jeno’s mouth.

Gone as he is, his lips still wrap around it obediently, lapping pliantly at the pad of Mark’s thumb.

A shiver runs down his spine.

His voice is hoarse as he kisses the praise into Jeno’s slack jaw.

“Atta boy.”

…

Jeno hisses as Mark’s knee knocks against his arm.

“Oof– Sorry.” Mark winces.

“Not forgiven.” Jeno pouts. “You’ll have to kiss it better.”

Mark chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his bicep in apology. “I’m so sorry, will you forgive me, my Prince?”

Jeno fakes a gasp. “Did you visit another fortune teller?”

Mark splashes him with water, which was a terrible decision in hindsight, as Mark’s face is literally right behind him. 

“Pah,” Mark wipes his face, “Should not have done that.”

Jeno leans into him, laughing. “Idiot.”

Mark huffs, smiling as he wraps his arms around Jeno, propping his chin on his shoulder.

“Ow,” Jeno winces, tensing as Mark’s sharp chin digs into his bruise. 

Mark shifts to kiss it, murmuring a soft apology.

“You have a lot to kiss before you’re forgiven.” Jeno sulks, “How am I supposed to go out like this now?”

Mark eyes the marks he’d made all over Jeno’s body, smirking, “Just stay in then.”

Jeno levels him with an unimpressed glare.

“Alright, alright, my bad.” Mark kisses his jaw. “I won’t do it again.”

“That’s foul, and you know it.” Jeno pokes his forehead.

“Is it though?” Mark lifts Jeno’s wrists carefully, rubbing tender circles into the red imprints.

“I liked it.” Jeno catches his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I like everything you do to me.”

“That’s a dangerous statement, Lee Jeno.” 

Jeno hums, slipping further down the tub. “It is.”

“You can use my turtleneck for class tomorrow.”

“I’m skipping tomorrow, if you think I can walk at all.” 

“I could carry you to school.”

“Oh my strong, reliable stallion. I always knew I could count on you.”

“Why a stallion?” Mark wrinkles his nose in confusion. “Shouldn’t I be your knight in shining armor?”

“You’re the stallion this knight in shining armor rides.” Jeno smirks at him. Brat.

Mark cackles at the pun anyway.

“Still skipping tomorrow though,” Jeno grimaces, “My ass hurts like a bitch.”

“...was it really okay?” Mark’s face falls, worry muddying his thoughts.

“Hyung.” Jeno kisses away the knot in his brows. He reiterates his point. 

“I like everything you do to me.”

…

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“You know,” Jeno harrumphs, “You didn’t have to pretend you were still hypnotized to get me to act like a dog again.” 

Mark freezes from where he’s trapped under Jeno’s warm, warm arms. 

“You could have just asked.” He says casually, like the answer was that simple all along, like Mark spent all that time and effort perfecting his embarrassing little lie for nothing, like Mark is that stupid.

…Mark is that stupid.

“I’ll do anything you ask, Hyung.” Jeno whispers sweetly into his ear. 

Mark shivers, cheeks flushing as he splutters. “Y-you can’t just say that!”

That’s foul. Foul and dangerous. Jeno’s handing him a blank cheque, but he can’t be serious. He must have a..a limit somewhere. 

“It’s true, though?” Jeno giggles.

“What if I told you to…” Mark scrambles his mind for something. “lick the floor?”

Jeno snorts. “Then you’d get hard seeing me do it. And then we’d fuck.” 

Mark takes a moment to think about it— Jeno on his knees, leaning down to lick up the mess he made on the floor like a dog, tongue flat against the white tile on his living room floor—

Jeno laughs at the hardness poking at him from behind.

“Fuck.” Mark blushes furiously, burying his face in Jeno's shoulder. “Stop laughing.”

He giggles harder, and Mark bats him playfully, rolling his eyes.

“Brat.”

“Told you,” Jeno chuckles. “anything.”

“...what if,” Mark blurts. “What if I asked you to be my boyfriend?”

Jeno stops laughing.

Ah. Mark’s throat closes, heart sinking, lungs filling. Maybe this is the limit. He thinks miserably.

But before Mark can spiral into the unforgiving darkness of his own mind, Jeno suffocates him with a hug so tight Mark actually wheezes in pain. His voice is suspiciously thick as he laughs wetly into Mark’s neck.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

…

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“Mark, what are you searching for again?” Jeno pokes his head into Mark’s field of vision, eyes trailing down to his screen— 

“—It’s, uh, a secret!" Mark locks his phone in record speed, tucking it into his chest protectively.

“Hm~” Jeno pouts, eyeing him with suspicion. “Well, whatever.” He drops his head into Mark’s lap, visibly sulking. Mark’s heart flutters at the shiny little silver plate shimmering under the light.

“Ey, is my baby upset?” Mark coos, thumb stroking the top of the black leather band, smiling at the weight of the world on his lap. 

 It’s not a stretch to say that Jeno’s squirmed his way into every crevice of Mark’s life. 

He’s carved a space for himself, in every little corner of Mark’s heart, and he fills it perfectly. 

Will fill it, for as long as he lives, which is… a lot more years than an actual dog. Perks of being a human, Mark surmises, a soft smile on his face as he runs his fingers through Jeno’s hair. 

There’s still a long time they can spend together, and Mark’s.. content. 

Like actually-kind-of-very-fucking-happy content.

He has his best friends, a house, a boyfriend and a dog.

Maybe the phony fortune teller was right, after all. 

(He did get everything he could ever wish for.)