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It's almost embarrassing how young Mark makes him feel. Makes him want to kick his legs and giggle and get flushed and stare at the sky endlessly. It messes him up, gets his hair all tangled and his heart pounding behind his ribcage, shortening his breath.
At first, it was confusing. Mark was just some guy he met, at chance, a friend through a friend, and then Donghyuck was alone in his room that night, consumed by thoughts of this guy.
It stayed confusing after that, but Donghyuck didn't mind back then, when he first got Mark into his bed after a night out. Didn't feel the need to clean up his emotions before handing out his heart to Mark, blood seeping through the gaps between his fingers, running down his forearm thickly, red, hot. Messy. It seeps into his white sheets, staining them red, a pattern of their bodies.
Mark isn't the first boy to infatuate him, but he's the first that's made him feel like this. Like he's sixteen again, and his heart feels like it's inside the wrong body. So in his head, confusing reality with feelings he can't describe, over a boy.
And Mark, sweet, considerate Mark, had handed his heart back to him afterward, still pumping out blood uselessly into his hand, but slower now, like it wasn't getting enough oxygen. And Donghyuck, looking down at it, feeling his stomach sink, desperately arguing no, no you can have it, I want you to have it, it's yours, throat closing up until Mark reluctantly accepts, and he can breathe again.
Now, Mark dozes beside him, tangled between the bloody sheets, unaware of Donghyuck slowly bleeding out beside him. His calm breaths hit Donghyuck's skin, and Donghyuck feels his head swim, thoughts drowning each other in desperation to stay afloat. Mark twitches in his sleep before going still again. Donghyuck lets a finger trace his brows, pushing away his bedraggled hair falling over his forehead.
A slight smile spreads over his face when Mark stirs at the soft touch. Their eyes meet.
"Sorry," he whispers, "Didn't mean to wake you up."
Mark blinks slowly, taking a deep breath in through his nose as he wakes up from his slumber.
Donghyuck slides his touch from Mark's eyebrow to his soft cheek, prickles of Mark's stubborn stubble scratching his fingertips. Mark had apologized the first time, face flushed as he took in the red scrapes all over Donghyuck's body and on his cheeks from Mark's chin rubbing along his skin.
He's well-acquainted now, used to the way it rubs against his neck and shoulder blades, between his thighs. He shaves it every morning. Donghyuck loves watching him do it when he gets the chance, usually when they’re at Donghyuck’s, since Mark’s own bathroom doesn’t connect to his bedroom. A perfect view from his unmade bed, Mark leaning over the sink and pulling faces to stretch the skin around his mouth as he shaves, careful not to nick himself.
"Good nap?" Donghyuck asks.
Mark hums, eyes falling shut against Donghyuck's light touch. "Mh."
"You twitch so much in your sleep."
Mark breathes out a small laugh through his nose. He turns slowly to his side, reaching out for Donghyuck.
"C'mere," he mutters, voice heavy with sleep.
Donghyuck complies, letting Mark tug him closer, lifting the messy blanket and getting underneath beside Mark's warm body. It feels almost invasive to get into Mark's space like this, when he's cold from the air of the bedroom, and Mark is warm from sleep and weary and vulnerable waking up. They settle into each other, legs tangled, the scalding skin of Mark's thigh burning through Donghyuck's loose shorts.
Mark hums again, content.
Donghyuck snorts, but hugs Mark close, running a hand through his hair. He's not tired, but he lets Mark doze against him for a while, staring unseeingly over Mark's shoulder.
The rise and fall of their chests sync up, Donghyuck holding his breath and releasing it to match Mark's. He hopes the beating of their hearts sync up too, hopes Mark's is enough to sustain Donghyuck, too. His own, resting in Mark's sleep-slack hand, pumps out blood desperately, helplessly, separated from his body.
There's a press of lips on his neck. Donghyuck looks back down at Mark, heat pooling in his stomach, like a Pavlovian response.
He dips down, nuzzling his cold nose against Mark's warm one, before tilting his head and letting their lips meet in a slow press. He captures Mark's bottom lip between his own, staying like that for a moment, so sweet and soft, before moving again. It turns into something more, their hips moving against each other, breaths turning heavy.
"What do you want?" Donghyuck murmurs, lips brushing against Mark's.
"Don't know. Just wanna feel you."
"Mh."
Donghyuck closes the gap between them again. He tastes copper, metallic, realizes he's bleeding into Mark's mouth, blood dripping down his chin, so messy.
"Can I touch you?"
Mark hums, the lower part of his face smeared in Donghyuck's blood. He licks his lips, and Donghyuck shifts, getting a hand between their bodies.
Mark's lips part against his, eyelids fluttering. Donghyuck loves him like this; soft and compliant, cheeks flushed with arousal.
He scratches the trail of hair below Mark's belly button lightly on his way down, their bodies moving to accompany each other as Donghyuck shifts to get a hand beneath the waistband of Mark's underwear, fingers circling his half-chub.
They kiss as he jerks Mark off, barely fast or firm or wet enough to do anything except allure his cock to full hardness. He can tell from the way Mark is breathing that he's feeling good, though, even as he stubbornly clings onto the last of his sleepiness.
They lay like that for a while, floating through air, licking into each other's mouths, fingers tangled in hair. Donghyuck smiles as Mark's kisses get messier, more urgent as Donghyuck tugs on his cock, hips moving on their own. Donghyuck rubs him where he's most sensitive, admiring the way it pulls a groan right out of his sleep-thick throat.
But Donghyuck is desperate, greedy, always wanting more. He pulls out his hand and urges Mark to lie back down on his back.
"Wanna ride you," he says.
Mark nods dazedly, hands sliding up Donghyuck's thighs as he straddles him, settling on his waist. Donghyuck sits up and tugs his own shirt off, tossing it before getting the blanket back over his shoulders, leaning down to kiss Mark.
It's a tussle, but Donghyuck manages to wake Mark up enough to do the prepping, moaning and biting and bleeding all over Mark as they overheat underneath the blanket. Mark's fingers move slowly inside of him, tracking a familiar path, causing Donghyuck's legs to tremble and lock up around his hips, sending shockwaves down his spine.
Donghyuck, so, so impatient, reaches behind himself, fingers quivering as he bats Mark's hand away, taking his cock in hand. He shifts on his knees, shuffling forward a little, pressing the head to his entrance.
Mark slips into him slowly, hands around Donghyuck's hips helping him sink down halfway, before urging him up again, and then letting him sink down a little further.
They'd forgone condoms a few weeks ago. It had been an awkward conversation that Mark insisted on having when Donghyuck brought it up impulsively. The conversation didn't go further than that, and the unspoken feelings between them had remained messy and undefined. He loves it, though, the feeling of Mark's dick inside of him, how it has to mean something.
When Mark bottoms out, he grinds his hips tightly into the back of Donghyuck's thighs, staying deep. Donghyuck breathes deeply against his neck, stomach moving against Mark's and sticking to his skin with sweat.
Mark gently pats Donghyuck's ass. "Good job, baby."
Donghyuck, face smashed into Mark's neck, nips his skin between his teeth. Mark jerks his face away, laughing. "Okay, sorry, sorry."
He feels warm hands smoothing up his back gently before locking them around his neck, hugging him close. Mark lets out a deep sigh. Donghyuck mirrors him, willing his body to relax against Mark's, his hole unclenching where they're connected. His toes wiggle.
He closes his eyes, feels Mark kissing his neck, then jaw, then cheek, and then he's propping himself up above Mark's face, noses almost touching.
“How d’you feel?” Mark murmurs, reaching up to brush hair away from Donghyuck's forehead.
“Good.”
Mark smiles. "Good."
Mark keeps their faces close with his hands on Donghyuck's nape as he starts to move. It's barely anything, just a slow, agonizing grind, but it has them both tensing with pleasure, a mirror of each other.
Donghyuck wishes he could see the blush flushing down Mark's chest as he sets a steady pace, hips moving in a dirty grind, barely pulling off Mark's cock. He feels the warmth of it, knows it’s there from experience, can almost picture it as he looks into Mark's eyes. The room is too dark, the blanket slowly dropping from Donghyuck's shoulders shadowing them from any light.
Donghyuck makes a strangled noise as Mark cants his hips up on his next grind, so careful with him even though he doesn’t have to be. And Donghyuck feels disgustingly unable to keep the emotions in his chest from swelling into an overwhelmed smile. Mark mirrors it, pulling Donghyuck down for a breathless kiss before he grabs a hold of his hips instead.
"Lift up for me a little, baby," Mark murmurs, guiding Donghyuck up on his knees.
Donghyuck gasps, head falling forward as Mark thrusts up, pulling out properly for the first time, before sliding in with a wet squelch. There are hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, spreading him open for Mark's cock. Blood rushes to his cheeks, feels fingers prod at his sensitive, stretched rim. Mark grunts quietly into his ear, his breath hot and shallow against the shell of Donghyuck's ear, his nose digging into his cheek.
Donghyuck lets himself get fucked, letting out his own breathless noises into Mark's neck, knees slipping on the sheets. He digs a hand into the mattress beside Mark's head, putting distance between them. The blanket slides to his waist, and he shivers at the sudden cold.
Mark stares up at him with clouded eyes, thrusting his cock all the way inside, and stopping. Donghyuck pants, thighs twitching as he relaxes back into Mark's lap, muscles spasming. He hangs his head, clenching, unclenching.
"You okay?" Mark palms his cheek, smiling sweetly despite having his cock obscenely far up Donghyuck's ass.
He nods, tilting his face into Mark's palm, watching him through his messy bangs falling into his eyes.
"You wanna lay down? Let me do the work?"
"You're already doing all the work," he argues, smiling through it. He feels blood seep through the gaps in his teeth, so he presses his lips closed.
Mark gets him on his back, their lips meeting messily as Mark slides back inside to the root in a smooth press. His fingertips dig into the meat of Donghyuck's thick thighs, encouraging him to wrap them around his waist. Donghyuck's flushed cock drips precome all over his own abdomen, neglected. The blanket tangles around them, caught between their legs somewhere and curling around one of Donghyuck's shins.
Donghyuck's head rolls back as Mark starts to move, eyes fluttering shut. He clutches as Mark, feels desperate to keep them close.
"Feeling good?" Mark asks, voice back to the raspy thickness he woke up with.
Donghyuck nods obediently, the back of his head dragging against the mattress. "So good," he moans, breath shuddering out of him, arching up. He wants to fuse their bodies together, chest to chest, cock in ass, one heart. "Fuck me so good, Mark, fuck–"
Mark grunts, grips him tighter, fucks him a little harder. Donghyuck squeezes his arm between them, gets a hand around his cock, wrings himself out.
"Fuck, yeah," Mark groans, tone urgent, snaps his hips faster. "Take me so well, baby."
Donghyuck seizes, jaw falling slack as he pulses around Mark's cock, shaking and arching and trembling against Mark's chest. His come gets smeared on their abdomens immediately as Mark grinds to a stop inside of him.
“Fuck,” Mark breathes, voice scratchy and breath hot on Donghyuck’s cheek. “I love feeling you come around me.”
Donghyuck’s head hits the pillow with a thump, a strangled gasp of Mark’s name escaping his throat. His stomach spasms, aftershocks cursing through his body, and Mark is so fucking–
Mark is moving again, so fucking deep inside of him, barely pulling out before grinding his hips against Donghyuck’s ass again. Donghyuck grips Mark’s hair at the back of his neck, eyes falling shut, toes curling against the feeling of Mark’s cock moving inside of him.
“Baby,” Marks rasps, his hair ticking Donghyuck’s chin as he looks down between them, to where he’s slowly rocking into him, hand tight on his hipbone. “Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
Donghyuck stutters out a breath, feeling his face warm with embarrassment as the hues of pleasure begin to fall away to a sick sort of post-nut clarity. And Mark is filthy, groaning hotly into his ear, grinding his hips harder and harder until he’s sliding out far enough for the thrust back in to echo through the room.
"Mark,” Donghyuck murmurs, turning his face towards Mark, “M-Mh! Mark-"
"Yeah,” Mark breathes, his lips finding Donghyuck’s, attempting a kiss but falling slack as he desperately chases his orgasm. Donghyuck can tell he’s getting there, his rhythm stuttering and breath quickening. He pulls Mark’s face back by the hair on his nape, watching the pleasure unfold shamelessly in his features; furrowed eyebrows, hooded eyes almost black as they stare back, jaw slack, fucking sinful. Mark’s eyelids twitch, and then they’re squeezing shut, his breath catching in his throat, and Donghyuck winces as Mark presses his cock in overwhelmingly deep, twitching as he empties his load inside with a drawn out groan.
Donghyuck releases his tight hold on Mark’s hair, cradling his cheek instead as Mark dips down to kiss him properly. He keeps moving, slowly, riding out his orgasm into Donghyuck’s body.
“Shit,” Mark breathes against Donghyuck’s lips, “Holy shit.”
“Mh,” Donghyuck agrees, letting his arms fall away from Mark to rest the mattress above his head. He feels fucked out, sensitive, and his knees and pelvis are aching from being folded for so long.
Mark lifts himself up on one arm, hand pressed into the mattress by Donghyuck’s waist. His chest is heaving, hair a mess and sticking to his forehead. He hangs his head to look down at where they’re still connected, and Donghyuck watches curiously as he smoothes a hand down his waist, over the outside of his buttcheek and up the outside of his thigh until he fits it in the crook of Donghyuck’s knee, pushing it further up towards his chest.
Donghyuck complies, breath only hitching a tiny bit as Mark’s cock slides out of his asshole. And Mark keeps watching, lower lip caught between his teeth, and Donghyuck covers his eyes with one hand as he feels Mark’s come tickling out of him thickly, yelping at the feeling of Mark’s wet cockhead catching it and pushing it back inside of him.
“Mark-!” he gasps, hole instinctively squeezing around the sudden intrusion.
Above him, Mark hisses, obviously oversensitive, as he pulls his softening cock back out. His thumb replaces it, rubbing around his dirtied, sore rim before dipping inside.
“Shit, that’s so fucking hot, baby,” Mark murmurs, voice all low and raspy, and Donghyuck seriously might get hard again.
He straightens his leg, attempting to kick Mark away, who laughs as catches his ankle. He leans down to press a kiss to Donghyuck's smile.
"I'll grab a washcloth, okay?"
Donghyuck presses his head into the mattress, nodding. "Okay."
He watches, naked, tangled in dirtied, bloody sheets as Mark gets up and walks to the bathroom on unsteady legs. The soles of his bare feet get stained red as he steps in the puddle of Donghyuck's blood surrounding the bed.
Donghyuck giggles as Mark bumps his hip once on an open drawer, Mark smiling sheepishly over his shoulder. One washcloth won't be enough to clean up the mess that he's made, the mess they've made together, but it's okay.
They'll figure it out. They have something to give each other, after all.