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Okay. Yuta blames Donghyuck for the entire thing. Which...resulted in a good thing, so technically, Donghyuck is to thank for what happened, but Yuta refuses to give him any positive credit.
It all started one day when Donghyuck was craving his attention. He'd been begging for it all day, and, in consistency with their dynamic, Yuta refused him all day.
It was incredibly entertaining to watch Donghyuck whine and plead for his attention all day. By the end of the day, he'd reached a point of borderline pleading for it, all while Yuta smirked from the other the other couch with an arm draped around Mark, pointedly paying no attention to Donghyuck's pestering.
All was going fine until Donghyuck seemingly grew tired of being verbally ignored and suddenly latched himself onto Yuta, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing.
"Hyung, Hyung, give me affection! Why do you like Mark and not me?" He whined petulantly, and Yuta huffed, a genuine smile appearing on his face that he tampered back down.
"Haechan-ah, don't bother me." He replied.
Donghyuck was, evidently, unamused by this dismissal.
"Pay attention, or I'll make you pay attention to me!"
"Haechan-ah, you can't make me do anything I don't want to—"
Game over.
Because Donghyuck took that as a challenge (it was) and dug his hand into Yuta's side.
Now, it was pretty common knowledge that he was ticklish. They had all been tickled before by one of the other members, and that came with the realisation that Doyoung wasn't ticklish at all, Taeyong was incredibly ticklish everywhere, and Yuta was only ticklish in specific places. Others could prompt a physical reaction, but not always laughter.
One of these places was his side. A hand firmly gripping it would have him flinching away from whoever it was.
Donghyuck, unfortunately, knew this and decided to take advantage of it.
When Yuta flinched, it gave him the opportunity to get his arm wrapped around his waist.
Now Donghyuck was beaming and side-hugging him, and Yuta was determined not to let him win.
He started complaining and wriggling around in Donghyuck's hold, trying to free himself as he complained.
"Let go!" He thrashed.
Donghyuck did not let go.
In fact, it was like Yuta's writhing had made Donghyuck more determined to make him stay still and get that attention.
Donghyuck reached the hand that wasn't holding his waist out and was (likely) aiming for his sternum to push him against the couch,and instead went straight to his pec, brushing against his nipple.
The tiny brush had Yuta jerking entirely out of Mark's embrace. "Ah!" he yelped.
Even Donghyuck himself looked startled for a second, and he was the one who grabbed Yuta.
Of course, that look of surprise didn't last too long before Donghyuck was sinisterly grinning. "Oh, is that sensitive?"
That little asshole.
"Absolutely no—ot! Ack! Ah!" He began to protest, but he didn't make it all the way through before Donghyuck took his hands off his waist and latched both of them to his nipples.
And that's the moment Yuta was doomed.
He was practically convulsing in Donghyuck's arms as his dongsaeng—dongsaeng!—attacked him viscously.
"Gah! Ah! Haechan—Hae—Haechannie!"
His voice was somewhere between yelping and screaming.
"Help me!" He yelped towards an audience of giggling bystanders.
Donghyuck seemingly finds this experiment enough bonding time for the day because he suddenly takes his hands off Yuta's nipples and beams.
"See, hyung? I told you I'd make you pay attention to me!" He says incredibly happily, then gets up from the couch and walks away, leaving Yuta a tired, panting, wreck on the couch.
Yuta glares daggers. "Really, none of you could've saved me?"
Taeyong shrugs. "It's not our fault."
Technically, that's true.
"You all would watch a man get robbed and say nothing," he huffs.
Jaehyun laughs.
"So," Taeyong grins, always happy to torment him some more, "I guess we've found your weakness."
Yuta scowls. "Don't you dare."
Apparently, he's not very good at persuading.
His nipples hadn't always been sensitive. In fact, they weren't even close to sensitive even a year ago. Some of the people he hooked up with had tried to add to his pleasure by rubbing them, and he had to stop them because it didn't do anything for him but make it awkward.
No, his nipples hadn't been sensitive at all until he decided to get them pierced.
It was just the next logical step in his emo transformation.
He already had multiple ear piercings; he'd gotten a belly button piercing (to fans' sheer delight and excitement), and he thought that eyebrow piercings looked dumb and were too hard to take in and out; a lip piercing was impractical with his career; a nose piercing just wouldn't look that good on him; and he still wanted a new one anyway.
That left nipples, and honestly, the executives didn't complain nearly as hard about that as they had the tattoos he'd wanted earlier in his career.
He was lucky that Koreans were becoming less conservative (at least appearance-wise) and that K-pop was gaining more Western appeal, where they really didn't care about tattoos and piercings.
It meant that they were going to be more accepted.
Plus, the way that nipple piercings worked, he could take them out pretty easily if he had a performance with his shirt off, and if he wanted to, he could put black studs on, which would be less egregious than something sparkly.
Plus, the company genuinely couldn't give a fuck about what he was doing, as long as it wasn't giving him any attention.
Fans were loving his new rocker aesthetic. His swearing during concerts made all the fangirls nearly cum in their outfits; his rock covers were getting him attention in the rock scene. His belly button piercing, tattoos, and black 2000s aesthetic just added to it.
Really, there weren't going to be many big Yuta fans protesting the addition of nipple piercings,. If anything, it was just going to bring waves of people being shocked (and mildly interested) at the new addition.
So, Yuta put on a mask, went to a tattoo and body-piercing place, took off his shirt, and got two pretty silver studs shoved right through his nipples.
And oh, for that first week, were they sensitive. But that was to be expected.
The brush of even a shirt had him flinching, and it wasn't a good kind of flinch or anything.
They hurt.
Not as much as the belly button piercing did, but they did hurt.
And, with time and as they healed, they stopped hurting nearly as much, until the pain was nonexistent and he mostly forgot about the studs all together.
Because the pain had dissipated, he thought the sensitivity had too, but evidently, that wasn't true.
He definitely didn’t expect a singular brush against his nipples to make him that squirmy.
It was regrettable that he’d been unprepared because now his cruel, terrible, awful friends had decided that they’d make his life more difficult by attacking him and his poor, sensitive nipples.
He’d like to believe that, were he aware of this fact, he would not have had such an outburst when Donghyuck brushed one of them, thus avoiding his new torment.
He’d also hoped that maybe they’d let him get away without beginning to torment him, but he wasn’t that lucky.
Oh no. He knew he was doomed when he’d been doing his usual, teasing Doyoung over something silly (might there be a pattern here?) and Doyoung scowled.
“Yah, you literally burn everything you get your hands on! You mean to tell me that I burn a singular food item and suddenly I don’t know how to cook?”
Yuta shrugs, grinning gleefully. “Unlike you, I don’t claim to be a good cook! Perhaps we should invest in some fried chicken. I’m not sure that your next cooking venture for dinner is going to turn out too well…”
“Hey, lay off him unless you want to cook for all of us, Yuta!” Taeyong complained.
“Aw, but he’s such an easy target, I mean, who burns tofu of all thi-INGS! ” Yuta continued to tease, until Doyoung snuck a hand under his arm and pinched one of his nipples, and his voice turned into a shriek. He bent over himself, trying to get Doyoung’s fingers away from his nipple.
He doesn’t succeed.
Doyoung flicks his nipple again, and he yelps, “No—Ack!”
“Talk shit about my cooking again!” Doyoung threatens, giving him one more pinch to the other nipple, and Yuta’s legs give out on him as Doyoung pulls away from him.
“Gah!”
Doyoung beams happily, him and Taeyong clapping and laughing hysterically, as if his torture is the funniest thing ever.
He gasps in air. “You monster.” He wheezes on the laminate.
“Watch it. I will do it again.”
“Don’t you dare!” Yuta gasps, covering up his precious, sensitive nipples.
Taeyong and Doyoung are still cackling when Yuta flees.
The next time, Yuta isn't actually attempting to tease anybody.
In fact, he is minding his own business entirely.
Jungwoo and Jaehyun start arguing about something absolutely ridiculous, and Yuta doesn't pay them much mind. That is, until Jungwoo launches himself all the way across the couch, trampling over not just him but also Mark and Taeyong, just to grab at Jaehyun.
Jaehyun just stands up and moves out of Jungwoo's reach, seemingly as unimpressed as the rest of them feel about being used as rock climbing material.
When Jungwoo fails to succeed at getting the remote by his first measures, he rolls off of them, clipping Yuta's nipples in the process and, of course, resulting in his entire body spasming.
He barely succeeds in biting back his whimper at it and scowls when he doesn't even receive a 'sorry hyung!' in response.
"Ugh! Help me, Markie! My torment never ends!" Yuta bemoans, draping himself dramatically across Mark's body.
The time after that is Johnny accidentally brushing them, and immediately he apologises when Yuta jerks in response (though Yuta doesn't miss the grin on his face).
Asshole.
Taeyong and him are play wrestling the time after that. Yuta and he are rolling around on the floor trying to pin each other down, and Yuta is very clearly winning the battle.
Yuta gets a good hold on Taeyong's shirt and presses him flush against the ground. He uses most of his strength to propel himself on top of Taeyong, and he wipes his hair back once he ends up on top of Taeyong, hands caging in his head.
"How does it feel knowing you got beat by a younger guy?" Yuta questions.
Taeyong's glint turns sinister. "How do you feel knowing that you've got such a big weakness?"
Yuta doesn't even get to finish his "What?" before Taeyong pinches both of his nipples simultaneously and sends him crashing down as his arms buckle.
Taeyong flips their positions, and just to gloat, he sits on top of him and tweaks Yuta's nipples until his voice has gone all breathy and high with a lack of oxygen. All while 127 watches.
By the time Yuta has sufficiently lost, he's practically squealing and begging for Taeyong to get off.
Yuta is going to kill Taeyong and then kill all the rest of them afterward.
“Yeah! That’s right! I thought you were going to win, huh?” Taeyong brags.
“Ngh! Ah, Yo—Yong! Yong, huuuh, pLEASE, gah! Hhhhh ” Yuta whines, and Taeyong successfully lets him go.
“Dude, this might be the best thing I’ve ever found out about Yuta. I’m having the time of my life.” Johnny says, despite not actually tormenting Yuta like the rest of them.
“No.” Yuta says, a solid two octaves above his normal voice, then begins coughing up a lung.
The entire experience changes when Yuta makes it change. In hindsight, it was a little bit silly of him anyway.
Yuta is lying in bed above the covers, a hand running up and down his bare torso as his lube-coated hand works up and down his cock. His lube isn’t even cold anymore now that he’s been at this for so long, and his skin burns hot, flushed red, and hot to the touch.
Yuta’s tongue prods into his cheek on downstroke, breath hitching in his throat, and lips parting. It feels so good to not have to worry about this today since his roommate isn’t at the dorm tonight. His head tips back against the pillows, and his eyes fall closed.
Then he gets an idea. The hand running up and down his torso moves over slightly, and his fingers brush against his nipples.
“Fuck!” He gasps, twitching.
Oh. That’s—
That might feel even better than actually jerking off does, Yuta thinks.
Isn’t it funny that the area of his body that didn’t feel like anything now felt just as good as rubbing the head of his cock?
Yuta glances down, takes his pointer and thumb, and pinches the chain on his barbell between the two fingers.
He inhales and pulls.
“Hnng!” His torso arches, and he bites his lip immediately. He’s still supposed to be quiet. The last thing he wants to do is have Doyoung and Jaehyun hear him jerking off in the room. There’s a sharp pain from the pull of his skin, but it’s far overshadowed by the pleasure, and Yuta loves it.
He pauses for a second, just to yank his loose shorts, which were bunched at his thighs, off his body. It's undoubtedly the coldest way to jerk off, but Yuta is so hot that the clothes don’t even matter.
He gets his hand back on his cock as soon as possible, his hand navigating automatically back to his nipples now that he’s felt the other side of the teasing.
A brush against them has his breath catching, but when he starts rolling the bud between his fingers, he sees stars.
“O-ohhh! Fuck!” His voice is a little bit whiny, an odd pitch in between normal and aroused that gives away what he’s up to all too obviously.
He’s getting a little bit carried away, but he can’t really help it. The others would do the same if they found something that felt this good on their bodies.
His hips buck up as he continues the assault, and he opens his bleary eyes, clenched closed some point earlier, glancing down to see his nipple turning red and his dick even redder, dripping clear lines of precum down the skin to get mixed in with his lube.
He’s so hard, he can’t even believe how intense he’s feeling. He hasn’t felt this good since the last time he had sex, and he’s never felt this good by himself before hitting his first orgasm.
It’s difficult to even swallow, and he speeds up the hand on his cock as he switches nipples because the sensation was dying off on the first.
He’s going to finish.
“Nhh! Hnn, it’s too much—” But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even know if he’s capable of stopping. His arm aches with how hard he’s been moving it on his cock, and yet he can’t slow down. His body knows what it wants, and Yuta can’t help but follow his base desires.
He takes a second to brush his sweaty red hair out of his eyes and goes back to toying with his nipples, breaths pitching up, up, up to a high whine.
“Please!” He barely sounds like himself anymore. The lube he’d poured earlier is basically dry, and now the constant strings of precum dripping from his cock are the only thing to keep the slide slick.
He feels a sharp coil curling within him, rolling up and pulling taut in his lower stomach, and he knows what that means, knows how close he is.
His stomach concaves and convexes, punchy little gasps leaving his throat, and he gets closer, closer, closer—
“Fuck! Yes! Yes, yes.”
Yuta yanks the chain as his orgasm crests, and for a moment, his vision whites out, just like the cum shooting all over his stomach.
Usually, he'd try to minimise the mess that he made, cover up the head of his dick with his hand to catch his cum, and throw a hand over his mouth to dampen any uncontrollable noise he let out while cumming, but he definitely did not do that. He’s too loud, way too loud. He knows they heard him in the other room, but he also can’t even care.
So Jaehyun and Doyoung may have some special words for him tomorrow. That being said, a whole lot of unusual things are happening, so Yuta can't be entirely at fault for the noise.
He's never even received sexual pleasure from nipple stimulation, so of course he'd be a little louder. Not that he'd ever let them know exactly what he was up to unless they pried it out of him...
But it's like that one time Taeyong and Johnny tried sounding, and the whole dorm could hear the two of them going at it.
At least it wasn't that.
So Yuta dismisses his concerns and soaks up the sweet afterglow following one of the best solo orgasms of his life.
Once it wears off, though, he's virtually exhausted and can only bring himself to wipe off his stomach, wash his hands, and crawl back into bed, despite knowing he'll regret it come tomorrow.
He does get a scowl from Jaehyun and a hissed "next time you finger yourself, maybe shove your head in a pillow so I don't have to hear your begging" from Doyoung (who, knowing Doyoung, was probably into it anyway), which was only marginally better than the truth.
Also more embarrassing considering the sheer difference in vulgarity between the two of them—
He also did wake up regretting not showering as he peeled off his crusty clothes in the morning.
But he, ultimately, didn’t even care that much, especially not of what Doyoung thought about last night, because...what? Doyoung, of all people, was judging him?
He’s got better things to be concerned about, he thinks as he puts on his headphones and gets ready to record a part of a song.
The number of members that managed to torment his nipples was truly both embarrassing and tragic, with practically every member of 127 having teased him with them at some point, and somehow, they never got bored of the way he’d collapse in a fit of pain laughter from it.
That being said, there was one member who did not torment him, and that was Mark.
Yuta thought that, perhaps, Mark had seen the absolute hell he was going through (hell being the most dramatic word Yuta could find to describe it) and decided he did not want to be a demon like the rest of them were.
Genuinely, Mark might have been one of the few guys who probably deserved to get a way to get him back for his antics. Doyoung, of course, as his main victim of teasing, and Mark as his main victim of flirting. He lived for the rise that he would get out of Doyoung when he teased him for something incredibly miniscule, almost as much as he lived for the way Mark would turn red and sputter whenever he flirted with him.
A suggestive comment here, a lip bite or wink there, a gesture that was far too dirty to be entirely innocent (like that one time he got white yogurt on his hand and made eye contact with Mark as he licked it all off his hand in the dirtiest way possible.), all of them would leave Mark a mess, choking on sputtered protests in mashed up Korean and English.
Yuta would smile brightly, then slip away to do nonsense, leaving Mark before he could even recover.
So, it wouldn’t have been wrong of Mark to have taken advantage of Yuta’s new weakness and used it every day for payback.
The fact that Mark hadn’t done anything about it was honestly more surprising than the number of times that Taeyong himself had.
So, anyway. Yuta thought Mark was a benevolent saint who ignored what everyone else was doing.
Yuta was (unsurprisingly) wrong, and just like how it happened with Doyoung, he probably earned it.
Turns out, Mark was waiting for the right moment to strike.
“Dude, that’s literally massive.” Mark says. He’s referring to the size of the package that Johnny just walked past the doorway with, because the box really was huge.
But of course, he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease him a little bit. “Yeah? I’m sure I could think of a lot of things that are massive, Mark.”
It’s not his best work, but it gets the point across, and Mark flushes beet red. Yuta snickers.
Mark blinks at him for a second or two, and Yuta can see the gears turning in his head. It’s almost like Mark is buffering, and Yuta opens up his mouth to make another retort, but Mark seems to get his idea at the same time because he moves from the chair he’s sitting on to climb on top of him.
And not in the same way that the others had done, no. Mark shoves his chest into the back of the chair and settles his body on top of it in a way that is practically obscene.
Yuta, for once, is speechless. His lips part in sheer shock, and Mark grins. “A lot of things, huh?” He questions. His voice has a teasing lilt, blended with something that Yuta’s never heard from him before.
“Yep. Why? Do you want to know what they might be?” Yuta replies, despite internally screaming, because Mark Lee is sitting on his lap, pressing him into the chair, looking down at him.
“You’re so cocky, Yuta.” Mark says, and his hands move from the arms of the chair.
“And what reason would I have not to be?”
“Hmm…” Mark fake contemplates, “This.”
Then, his hands connect with Yuta’s nipples, both of them at once, and the sensation is different.
It’s not like how it was when everyone else touched him—this is closer to how it felt when he touched them himself, and his body spasms.
Mark seems to take this as the same sort of spasming that would occur whenever the others would touch him, so he does it again, and Yuta writhes, lips pressing into a thin line.
“Most people don’t react this way when someone does this.” Mark tells him, stating the obvious.
“Well, n-no shit!” He hisses. His voice is too pitchy to bite back his real reaction, and he stutters a little. Mark laughs, evidently amused by the reaction that he’s getting. When he rubs them again, Yuta releases some noise that’s in between a whine and a gasp, a little too suggestive to be purely a gasp of shock.
However, Mark’s favourite past time is to make suspicious noises, and so he must not even realise that Yuta is not joking.
Mark takes his hand and pinches his fucking nipple through his shirt, and despite the buffer of fabric between them, it is game over for Yuta because his back arches. One hand shoots out to grab at Mark’s waist for stability, and the noise that leaves his throat is clearly one of arousal.
Mark stills instantly, and Yuta panics, because this is really fucking weird. Mark is touching his nipples and sitting on his lap, and Yuta is holding onto his waist, skin flushed.
He gets ready to apologise—to say sorry because he’s really weird for getting off on this right now, especially when he was fine while everyone else touched him—but Mark shifts his weight slightly.
Oh. Oh no. He’s hard. Like, rock hard. He hadn’t realised it because he was more focused on trying not to reveal to Mark what he was thinking, but now that Mark has moved, he can feel it.
Mark’s lips curl up into a smile again, though Yuta can see something else swimming in his eyes.
“Is that a lightstick in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” Mark questions, leaning in (and down) to be a little bit closer to him.
Mark’s hair covers his eyes when he does.
Yuta swallows, “M-Mark, I didn’t—uhm.” His Korean fails him for the first time in a while, and he closes his lips again.
“I thought they were sensitive, but I didn’t know they were sensitive like that.” Mark teases, and Yuta wonders if, for a moment, they’ve switched personalities, because usually he’s the one teasing Mark, and it’s never this intense either—
“Uh. They aren’t—well, they weren’t before. Not when the others touched them.” Yuta replies, and now Mark really smiles.
“So you are happy to see me.”
Yuta doesn’t know how to reply, but again, he opens his mouth, and Mark rolls a nipple at the same time, and his brain short circuits.
“Oh.” He moans, his eyes slipping closed for a moment. When they peel back open, Mark is staring at him in fascination.
“You really like this.”
“I—” But Mark is right, because he does, and he likes Mark too. “Yeah. It’s the piercings. They make it so…it’s so sensitive.”
Mark hums, slips his hand up under Yuta’s shirt, touches his waist where his belly button piercing is, then pauses and takes it out.
“Can I…” It’s hesitant, because if he pulls off Yuta’s shirt, then they have to acknowledge what’s happening.
Yuta nods quickly, and Mark slides it up, pulling it off his body.
Yuta’s piercings catch in the light: the stone on his belly button, the metal barbells on his nipples, the chain dangling from them (which totally wasn’t so he could pull it later).
“I still can’t believe the company let you get these…” Mark says.
“Don’t talk about the company right now. We all know what they think.”
“They’re so pretty too.” Mark thumbs at his left, and Yuta’s fingers twitch.
“Thanks,” he replies, his eyes almost falling shut again.
Mark’s fingers twitch towards a barbell, obviously wanting to touch it.
“You can—you can touch them; pull them.”
“Pull it? But, dude, doesn’t it hurt?”
“Of course it hurts, but it’s a good hurt.”
Mark laughs, “Good hurt? I didn't know you were into that.”
He does grab the end of the piece between his fingernails, and he pulls it softly.
Yuta’s arm stops working, and it falls off Mark’s waist. “Mmmh~ Fuck.”
“Oh my god. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Mark says, a little frantic. He pulls again Yuta’s hips buck up.
They brush against Mark’s inner thigh, and he moans again.
“You can pull harder—please. As hard as you want, Mark, it’ll feel good.” Yuta says, near desperate.
“Slut.” Mark says, and it jars Yuta, but the moment he processes it, he whimpers.
Mark pulls his barbell fervently.
“Oh, god!” Yuta cries out, his head lolling back and his hips rolling against Mark’s thigh.
Mark’s thighs are so muscled and firm against his cock as he grinds against it, and Mark doesn’t move it.
“You like this? Grinding against my thigh and begging me to make you hurt?”
Mark is a little baby dom, Yuta can tell—into being condescending and a little bit of pain but not quite secure in it—and somehow it’s still just as hot.
“Y-Yeah. So good, it’s so good. Fuck, Mark!” Yuta moans, his tone pitching into something whiny and desperate.
Mark laughs, “I always thought you were a dom top, Yuta. It turns out that you really just want to feel good. You’ll beg for it, won’t you? You’d beg for me to make you feel that pain?”
“Yes, yes, I’d beg if you made me! Please, please. Do you want me to? I really want it—”
“Aw, Yuta. I won’t make you beg for me.” Mark teases, pushing his thigh closer to Yuta’s cock for him to grind against even harder.
“Thank you!” Yuta gasps, his head lolling back again, as he takes advantage of Mark’s benevolence.
Mark giggles, leaning close to him and pressing a kiss to his neck, trailing down to his chest. The position looks uncomfortable, pretzel-like, as Mark bends his head in a weird way to do so. Yuta would mention it if his brain wasn’t actively draining from his head.
Mark’s kisses his pec, then, in one fluid movement, sucks a nipple into his mouth and sucks.
“Nngh! Fuck, M-Mark~” He practically wails, his chest arching into Mark’s hold, begging for any pleasure, then spasming away, causing Mark to lose contact.
“Come on, Yuta. I thought you wanted it?” He sneers.
“I do! I do—”
“Then stop moving and take it.” Mark tells him before grabbing his waist and putting his lips back on Yuta’s nipples.
“Oh god.”
Yuta has never been more horny in life, pleasure bursting behind his eyelids as Mark tongues at his nipples and pulls on his piercing with his teeth.
Mark’s leg is digging into his crotch, and somehow, even that feels great.
His hips spasm rapidly, and a garbled whine strains from his throat.
“I’m gonna—Mark, I’ll cum—oh fuck!” He cries out.
Mark giggles against his nipple, and that’s it for him.
”Iku! Mark, Mark, iku~ I’m c-c—”
Yuta’s head falls back, and his eyes roll until only the whites are present. His body stills entirely, his mouth open in a silent moan.
Mark lets him bask in the feeling before pulling away.
“I can’t believe that we did that.” Mark whispers quietly.
Yuta laughs, breathless. “Yeah, me either. That was crazy, but I don’t think we’re done yet.”
“Wh—oh!”
“What type of guy would I be if I got that amazing orgasm and didn’t let you cum? You’re so hard, Mark.” Yuta murmurs, shoving a hand down Mark’s sweatpants and pulling out his cock.
“Mm, you’re perfect. My leaky boy, you’re dripping.” Yuta murmurs, pressing a finger to Mark’s tip and looking at the pre-cum string connecting the two.
“Yuta,” Mark moans as Yuta wraps his hand around him.
“Mark,” Yuta teases, shifting their positions so that he can put his head on Mark’s shoulder.
“You sound so good—the fucking door, Mark!” Yuta begins, quickly getting interrupted.
Mark’s head whips around to stare at the door they left wide open. Then, they turn back to face each other, and Yuta bolts to slam it closed (a little too hard, but oh well, they’ve already heard too much potentially).
Yuta blinks awkwardly at Mark.
“Do you… you still want to get off?” Yuta questions.
“Hyung, I think I’ll die if you don’t touch me right now.” Mark replies, sounding near agonised.
“Don’t you worry then, baby.” Yuta coos, grabbing Mark’s cock again and jerking him off.
“Yuta, that’s good.” Mark groans, collapsing his weight fully onto Yuta’s lap.
Yuta smiles softly. “Yeah? It’s good?” He prompts, twisting on the upstroke.
“Fuuck. Yeah, really great.” Mark nods, his eyes slipping closed as if he can’t physically keep them open.
“I don’t know if I’ll last. Your grip is so …” There were words to follow that, but they all trail off as Mark drags out his last word in a moan, pleasure stealing the words right off his tongue.
“Yeah? You won’t last? That’s okay, Markie. You’ve already done plenty for me.”
“D-Dude, that’s not—” Mark begins in English, cutting himself off: “That’s embarrassing; I don’t want to finish that quick.”
Yuta scoffs, "Oh, please, you’ll just flatter me. You don’t have to hold out for me. You can cum whenever you want.”
“Nooo.” Mark whines. “Don’t say that, it’s hot. I’ll cum even quicker!”
Yuta snickers, and maybe he speeds up his hand just a little…what? Who said he couldn’t be masochist and sadistic simultaneously?
“Shit. Shit, I’m not gonna last—”
“Go ahead and cum then, baby.” Yuta purrs, pressing a kiss to the underside of Mark’s jaw.
In direct opposition to Yuta’s loud pleasure, followed by a near-silent orgasm, Mark’s orgasm is loud. Or, at least, louder than he was before.
Mark whines, incredibly reminiscent of the suspicious noises he makes during their content, and then ropes of cum begin spurting from his cock, dripping onto Yuta’s fingers.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, Yuta!” Mark moans, and it’s too loud, so Yuta panics and, in an effort to quiet him down, slams his lips against Mark’s.
Mark gasps against him, wrapping his arms around Yuta’s neck and opening his mouth to deepen the kiss.
Yuta doesn’t protest, opening his mouth as well and dipping his tongue into Mark’s mouth.
Yuta’s hand is covered in Mark’s cum and awkwardly holding his dick, and his shorts feel sticky against his skin with the cum coating his boxers, but the kiss is still great.
Mark is cute and a little reserved with how he kisses, in direct opposition to how he acted earlier. Yuta is endeared by it, just as he’s always endeared by Mark.
There’s always been a reason why he flirted more intensely with Mark than he did with anyone else; that reason clearly had everything to do with some unresolved tension that neither of them were prepared to acknowledge first.
That being said, it’s all out the window because Yuta just jerked him off and Mark gave him an orgasm…and that’s definitely not something that most bros who have weird, unresolved homoerotic tension do without mentioning it afterward.
When Mark pulls away, he looks down at Yuta’s hand and cringes, so Yuta takes it away. “I—” Mark begins before cutting himself off at a loss for words.
“Did you... are you okay with what just happened?” Yuta dares to ask, concerned by Mark’s lack of words.
“Yeah, yeah, it was great. I just… I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
Air rushes into Yuta’s lungs all at once, letting go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Oh, thank God. I don’t want this to be it either.”
Mark smiles. “Dude, I think I’ve had a crush on you for at least three years at this point. I didn’t know that you even liked me like that.”
“I’ve liked you for at least a year, Mark. I couldn’t tell if you felt the same.”
“You mean to tell me I could’ve had this for over a year? What the fuck?” Mark groans.
Yuta laughs.
“But, you know it will be hard, right? With the schedules, the company? I’m going to Japan soon, and you have dream stuff, obsessive fans, and all of that…”
"Oh, please, Yuta. We deserve this, regardless of that. So what? It’s hard. It’s not like it will be anything else we’ve put up with.”
“So that’s it, then? We’re dating?” Yuta asks, a smile playing at his lips, because maybe this is what he’s wanted all along.
“Dating? Yeah, dude, we are.” Mark laughs.
Yuta pulls him in for another kiss, and it lasts for way longer than it did before, less heated and slower.
Mark’s lips feel like heaven against his own, plush and soft, and Yuta thinks he could get used to kissing Mark all day, foregoing anything else he had to do.
The second time they pull away, Yuta is cognisant of their state. “We have to go shower.”
“Do you think they know?” Mark asked, getting off his lap.
How would they not?
“Not sure, guess that means you’ll just have to run really fast.”
Mark and him do just that: sprint to the bathroom in avoidance of any more of their members, take the fastest shower of their lives, and then run out of the bathroom at separate times.
None of that, however, saves them from the barrage of comments they get when they enter the main room.
“You dicks!” Doyoung curses, scowling at them while holding a chicken leg.
“Did you forget that other people live here? The others are out, and Johnny managed to flee the moment you started, but I was trapped here! You can’t close the fucking door? Like, that’s the bare minimum! You literally didn’t even notice when I walked past in sheer horror!” He yells, gesturing around wildly with the hand holding the chicken.
“Okay, to be fair, we did close the door mid-way through!” Yuta protests.
“How does that help me? My poor eyes! My poor ears!” Doyoung bemoans dramatically, clutching the non-chicken holding hand to his head..
“Dude, we’re sorry. We’ll buy you something in return.” Mark compensates.
“It better be something good, you assholes.” Doyoung spits, spinning on his heel, and walking back to the kitchen. “I can’t believe this. I had to hear Yuta orgasm.” He mutters harshly.
“You didn’t like the free show?” Yuta asks loudly, not wanting to lose the opportunity to rile Doyoung up some more.
Mark wacks him on the shoulder.
Doyoung shrieks from the kitchen. “Remember, you’re buying me compensation, silence about your relationship, and silence about you forgetting to fucking close the door when you decided to have sex and scarring me!”
Goddamnit. There goes at least fifty bucks from Yuta’s wallet.
“Worth it.” He mutters under his breath to Mark.
Mark wheezes. “Dude—”
“I can fucking hear you! Yuta, I’m going to murder you!” Doyoung yells.
“Hey! Where’s your honorific, heathen?”
“That’s it!” There’s a loud thump and then the sound of rapid footsteps.
Yuta takes a look at Mark, winks, and sprints away just as Doyoung crosses the living room.