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October 3
For Donghyuck, the best part about October was the endless palette of colors. The shifting hues of amber and crimson, sweet maple browns, flaxen and gold, all doting upon everything within his sight. Decor and baked goods that sat in glass cases, wardrobes and sidewalks littered with the color scheme of autumn, nothing was spared from the saturation of vivid warmth. Russet doused in bisque, sienna intermingling with hazel in ground cinnamon that was being garnished on every sweet and in every scent.
He liked it this way, and what he liked most was how despite the tepidity of the colors that met his eyes, was the contrast of coolness that filled the air. Temperatures dropped alongside the leaves from their branches, and Donghyuck loved nothing more than to swaddle himself in layers of fabric amidst the foliage being stripped from their host. Both fire and frigidity, all in one place, all at one time.
Today was no different, but today was special. He and Mark had arranged a cozy-evening in with dinner and a movie to relax from the rigorous lineup of schedules they had completed, and that loomed overhead. It’d been raining all day and the watery roads left the leaves clinging against the asphalt but Donghyuck didn’t mind. His strides were brisk along the parallel sidewalk as he hunkered beneath his umbrella. He had one objective at the forefront of his mind and nothing was going to interrupt his determination, not even biting winds and rain.
The weather had begun to cool the last week in September, but it dropped considerably the first few days of the new month. Right on schedule, right on cue. Donghyuck was heading to the grocery store with his list typed thoughtfully in the notes app of his phone. Cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger. He thought to himself repeatedly as if the words would vanish from the white canvas of his electronic notepad. Pumpkin, sugar, chocolate.
He had seen the most perfect pumpkin chocolate chip loaf online two nights ago during his habitual scroll. He’s not even sure if either of them actually like pumpkin chocolate chip desserts but the added aesthetic to the evening was too glorious to pass up, and he loved any and every excuse to practice domesticism, especially with his boyfriend. Mark had promised to make them dinner, and Donghyuck offered to make dessert. He loved their balance.
He closed the rain-soaked umbrella as a blanket of heat swarmed him when the electric doors opened. The disparity between the sharp fluorescent lights of the market and the heavy storm clouds projecting gray caused Donghyuck to blink a few extra times as his pupils adjusted to the quick change. He was focused, en route to the aisles he knew he needed with no plans to deviate course. When Donghyuck put his mind to something there was going to be nothing to stand in his way, that is one quality he liked about himself. Perseverance.
The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time he exited the store with his ingredients in hands, and he decided to forgo the umbrella to let the mist collect atop the strands of his hair and clothing. The walk back to his and Mark’s apartment was relatively quick, and he could pick up his pace to cut the time in half even more so if the condensation began to bother him. But truthfully, the added coolness against his skin only added to his autumn day aesthetic, even if Mark would nag him about it later. Donghyuck-ah, you’re going to get sick. He could hear his boyfriend scolding, playfully but also not joking. Mark was always looking out for him and his health, perhaps a bit overprotective at times but always well meaning. Classic Mark.
-
Donghyuck sniffled as he pushed open the door to their shared apartment, swiftly kicking away his shoes, shaking off his puffer jacket (which now was beaded and dripping with rain), and excitedly padding deeper into the space.
“Hyunggg!” He called fervently, rounding the corner into the kitchen where Mark stood hovering over the stove.
His boyfriend glanced over his shoulder with a smile, silicone spatula in hand. “You’re back.”
Donghyuck sat the bag of groceries on the countertop and invaded Mark’s space without hesitation. He nuzzled into his neck, the tip of his nose cold against the heat of his hyung’s skin. He draped his arms around Mark’s waist and whined. “I missed you, hyung.”
Mark’s body vibrated with giggles. “I haven’t gone anywhere.” He continued his cooking on the stovetop. “You’re the one that left.”
“Yeah, because I had to get things for our dessert.” Hyuck pouted.
“You know you don’t have to do that, baby.”
“But I want to.” Donghyuck tightened his grip around the latter. “I want to take care of hyung.”
Mark hummed, unphased by the grasp around his waist and the small kisses being left on his neck. Despite being a strong advocate against any ounce of PDA with camera’s rolling, he never shunned Donghyuck’s affection in private.
“What’re you making?” Hyuck’s interest was piqued as the savory aroma began to thicken in the air around them.
“Surprise.” Mark answered. There were chopped onions caramelizing in the pan, and a few other ingredients cooking alongside them but not enough to be able to tell what he was fixing up.
His boyfriend jerked back to look at him. “Are you wet, Donghyuck-ah?”
He must have finally registered the dampness of Hyuck’s hair. “The rain was so light when I was coming home. You know I like the rain.”
“You’re going to get sick.” Mark sighed alongside with the words Donghyuck was expecting.
“I’ll be okay.” He refuted.
His boyfriend propped the utensil in his hand against the pan and turned to him fully, reciprocating the embrace Donghyuck had initiated. Hyuck breathed him in. Mark smelled sweet, like cookies and baking. He pulled away enough to connect their lips together in a chaste kiss.
“I’m sorry hyung.” He spoke with a jutted lip.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Mark’s mouth. “Go take a warm shower, baby.” He murmured. “Dinner should be ready by the time you’re done.”
Donghyuck’s brows creased. “What about my dessert?” He fell into Mark’s chest, leaning with a stretch as his boyfriend supported him.
“You can make it after.” Mark’s hands ran up his back.
“What if I’m too tired to make it after?”
“Then we can make it tomorrow.”
“We?” Hyuck cocked his head, a wide smile plastering across his lips.
Mark playfully rolled his eyes and he nodded. “Yes, we.”
Donghyuck plopped back on his feet and moved out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom. “I like that idea so much better!” He called without looking back, knowing Mark was smiling too.
-
Mark had ended up making steak for the two of them. Filet mignon cooked a bleeding medium rare with a redolent sauce spooned overtop, and a glass of thoughtfully poured Merlot to pair. Donghyuck fawned over such delicacy being prepared by Mark for an at home date. They had even dressed as if they were going out, just for fun, as Mark had suggested. Donghyuck, hating the tight clothes fit for Michelin, deviated to a pair of roomier slacks and a white shirt tucked comfortably at the front of the hem of his pants. His boyfriend followed suit with loose dark-washed jeans, oversized gray shirt and an opened button down thrown over top.
It only mattered what they were wearing considering that promptly after dinner, with the romantic efforts and the aphrodisiac tendencies of their wine, had caught up to Donghyuck in particular. They had both stumbled back to their couch, lips refusing to separate for any fraction of time to walk smoothly, after Mark had rolled up his sleeves, washed the dishes, and managed to turn Donghyuck on. It didn’t take much when his boyfriend looked that good, and tasted even better. And soon, their carefully selected choices of clothing ended in being wrinkled and discarded on the floor.
Donghyuck was trembling in Mark’s hold, laggardly pressing wet and open-mouthed kisses against his boyfriend's lips, settling from his high. Hair clung to his forehead, bound by sweat, and his clothed torso (their haste resulting in his shirt remaining on), was pressed into Mark’s bare one while he straddled his hips. Mark rubbed gentle circles on Donghyuck’s back, hands tucked under the fabric.
“You okay, babe?” Mark muttered, his voice rough and hoarse.
Donghyuck’s eyes threatened to close at any second, and his nod of acknowledgment was sluggish.
Mark’s hands ran along Hyuck’s sides where he gripped at the fleshy curve of his waist.“You felt so good.”
The younger squeaked and burrowed into the crevice of Mark’s neck.
“You were so loud, fuck.” The older continued, his hand slipping to grab at Hyuck’s exposed ass.
Mark had a habit of verbally reliving their raunchy escapades while they both settled from the intensity. Donghyuck was used to this, but tonight it was generating more heat than usual at the filth that tumbled from his boyfriend's mouth. He felt himself getting hard again despite his fatigue, and he mentally cursed himself when Mark took notice of this.
“You like riding me, huh?” Mark teased.
Donghyuck groaned.
“You take me so well.”
Donghyuck groaned again.
The older lazily reached his hand towards the coffee table to grab the remote. His head was turned towards the T.V. and Hyuck continued to nestle into the opposite side of his neck.
“Let’s watch a movie.” His boyfriend suggested.
Donghyuck shifted on Mark’s lap. “I don’t wanna move.” He mumbled.
“You don’t have to.”
He could hear the volume from the cursor on the T.V. as Mark flipped through a selection of movies he didn’t care to see. He wasn’t interested in going anywhere. They were comfortably situated on the couch with a blanket pulled over their waists, Hyuck still laying on top of Mark with no intention of moving away from his hyung’s warmth anytime soon.
Mark’s hands continued to roam underneath Donghyuck’s shirt, his fingertips grazing over his skin that was slowly rising with goosebumps under his touch. His attention was still focused on the T.V., still mindlessly scrolling through film options while his other hand outlined the younger’s figure.
Donghyuck’s mind was slowly starting to wake back up, a fresh wave of clarity igniting in him. The small touchest drove him insane.
He flinched as Mark’s fingers brushed over a sensitive spot near his ribs, and his hips involuntarily rutted against Mark’s own.
The older groaned in reflex as their soft members were pressed together. “Babe..”
Now, Donghyuck purposefully, and experimentally, rolled his hips. He felt Mark’s cock twitch in interest in between their bodies.
“Donghyuck..” He warned with his attention still on the opening scene of a movie Hyuck couldn’t identify. The hand that once held the remote joined his other hand on Hyuck’s back.
“But..” He rolled his hips again. “You felt so good in me.”
Mark hissed through his teeth, head turning towards him to restore his full attention on the boy straddling his lap. “You’re crazy.”
Hyuck finally lifted his head from where it had been buried in Mark’s neck. He looked down at him before he connected their lips, their mouths instantly meshing together in a slow exchange of spit and breath. The younger lazily rutted his hardening cock against the older’s, their members beginning to pulse again in interest at the sensation. Donghyuck’s hands found Mark’s and he threaded their fingers together while their mouths continued to move fluidly together.
“So eager, huh baby?” Mark questioned airlessly in between kisses.
Donghyuck swiped his tongue across Mark’s bottom lip.
Mark reached between their bodies and grabbed hold of his now fully hardened cock. “C’mere.”
Without a word Donghyuck raised his lower half enough where Mark could press his tip at his entrance before beginning to slowly push back into him. Hyuck whimpered into the older’s mouth, and Mark gasped, at the ease in which his cock fit back into the younger. Donghyuck sank back down until Mark bottomed out, the two completely joined together.
“Ah, fuck..” Mark breathed out. His eyes batted closed and head tipped back as his hands tightening on Hyuck’s waist. “Don’t move.”
Hyuck could feel Mark’s cock pulsing inside him. “But hyung-”
“Don’t move, babe.” Mark panted. “Just stay like this, I just wanna feel you.”
It took every ounce of Donghyuck’s self control to stay still and not grind into the feeling of being full. Instead, he let his mind wander to just how full he actually did feel. Mark’s dick kept twitching against his walls and remnants of the older’s cum was beginning to trickle from him, the intrusion forcing what was left back out of him.
One of Mark’s hands left its spot on his waist and ventured into Hyuck’s hair. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” He massaged his fingers on his scalp. “So, so pretty.”
Donghyuck mewled, his body beginning to quiver from fighting the primal instinct to move. “Kiss me.” He spoke not even above a whisper.
The older obliged, pushing Hyuck’s head down to meet his lips, eagerly inviting the younger’s tongue to explore inside his mouth. Their kiss was slow, it was wet, it was messy. Mark groaned wildly into his boyfriend’s mouth as he fought against the urge to fuck up into Donghyuck’s pliant hole. Mark was always so noisy in bed. Both of them were.
At a certain point, after an immeasurable amount of time had passed, Donghyuck had had enough of the tease. “Let me ride you..” He whimpered as he separated their lips to peer down at the older. “Let me ride you, please.” He sat all the way upright on Mark’s cock.
Mark let a deep moan escape his throat. “Babe..” His chest was rising and falling erratically as he fought to control himself.
Donghyuck’s obedience was thinning. “Mark-hyung pleaseeee.” He whined. “Please, hyung.”
He felt Mark’s cock twitch inside him. “So polite, baby.” Mark teased.
A desperate whimper tumbled from Hyuck.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me.” The older ran his hands up Donghyuck’s thighs and reconnected with the curve of his hips. He tugged at the baggy tee that was still covering Hyuck’s torso. “Let’s get this off you, I wanna see you.”
He helped Donghyuck slowly pull it up and over his head to finally reveal the full, clear expanse of Hyuck’s honey-dipped skin; soft, warm and still flushed from fucking earlier in the evening. Donghyuck angled himself back and placed both hands on each of Mark’s thighs, elongating the lines of his abdomen and displaying his aching, reddened cock that rested back against his tummy.
Mark bit his lip and his hands gripped sternly against Donghyuck’s hip bones. “Ride my cock, babe.”
A wave of pleasure stung through Hyuck at the permission, causing a quick pause before he began to expertly roll his hips with Mark’s dick buried deep in him. He could feel Mark’s eyes roaming across his fully bare body with loud, echoing moans and praise filling ears.
“Oh my god-” Mark’s head rolled back against the couch. “Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good on me.”
His boyfriend's reactions only encouraged him. Mark bucked his hips.
Donghyuck’s words caught in his throat at the sudden agitation against his prostate. “Y-you fill me up s-so good, hyung.”
At the praise, Mark began to rhythmically thrust his hips upwards into Donghyuck. The younger slowed his hips, and let himself be fucked. “M-mark-” He whined, collapsing forwards back on Mark’s chest. “Fu-uck.”
One of the older’s hands snaked up his back and hold purchase on the back of Donghyuck’s neck, holding him in place as he fucked roughly into his boyfriend’s hole. “Who’s hole is this, huh?” He growled.
A cry fell from Donghyuck. “Y-yours-”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Y-yours.” He spoke louder.
Mark wasn’t quite satisfied. “What’s my name, babe?”
“M-mark.” The younger whined.
He angled himself so his cock would repeatedly jab at Donghyuck’s overstimulated prostate. “Hm?”
The repositioning earned him almost a shriek from Donghyuck who hadn’t been anticipating the continued roughness. At that, Mark seamlessly lifted them up, and threw Hyuck back down, flipping their position on the couch to where Donghyuck was beneath him and entirely at his mercy.
Donghyuck gasped.
“I said what’s my name.” Mark repeated now staring down at the boy below him.
“M-mark..” Donghyuck stuttered, chest now heavy in expectancy.
“Good boy.” Mark placed a quick kiss at the corner of his boyfriend's lips. “Now, I want nothing but my name to come out of your mouth.”
And nothing but Mark’s name was uttered by the younger, or echoed down the hallway as he fucked Donghyuck into the couch for a second time that night. Their movie completely abandoned on the T.V.
October 11
The second best part of October for Donghyuck was the obvious. Halloween. But not the horror, gore, and scary Halloween, he much preferred the friendly ghosts, the pumpkins, the colors, the baking kind of Halloween. The one that was cozy, warm, familiar. He didn’t need any added unnecessary stress, he may have been a masochist but only in bed. He knew his limits. He got shit for it occasionally when he refused haunted houses (that he thought was a waste anyway), or didn’t play into any sort of annual superstitions. Though, he wasn’t entirely against the concept of a spooky holiday, but that for him came in the mode of the greatest era of media the 20th century conjured up: 90s slasher films. It was the cherry on top, the best added angst to a dark and rainy day, the perfect balance of the creeps and safety with no risk other than a double take at a shadow in the corner of his eye. Nightmare on Elm Street (even though it’s 1984 it’s close enough he lets it slide), Halloween, Urban Legend, Sleepy Hollow, Scream. God, he loved Scream.
Who didn’t enjoy a quick and harmless spike of adrenaline that resolved with the roll of the credits? Donghyuck was not a total bore. Perhaps, a bit of a hypocrite denying haunted excursions but indulging in thrillers but he could live with that.
Donghyuck was sitting on the floor of their bedroom rummaging through the dresser in hopes to find at least one piece of clothing to light that creative spark in the couple’s costume department. He and Mark had been invited to a Halloween party coming up in the next few weekends and he had zero ideas on what to deck them out in. Mark left it up to him to decide, knowing how much Donghyuck enjoyed picking on perfect costumes for the two of them, even though the decision making process was hellish for Donghyuck and his overactive mind. The T.V. was playing at a low volume overhead as he continued to look.
“There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one: you can never have sex.”
Donghyuck smirked to himself as he listened, continuing to pull out articles of clothing from the drawer he was focused on.
“Big no no! Big no no! Sex equals death, okay? The sin factor! It's a sin.”
He and Mark were doomed. They were certainly sinners.
“And number three: never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, ‘I'll be right back.’ Because you won't be back”
The crowd within the movie erupted in unified cheers when he stood back to his feet, knees cracking and blood rushing back down to his extremities after being cramped on the floor. He huffed, feeling defeated by the lack of dawning inspiration and he moved out into the living room.
“Mark-hyunggg..” He whined.
Mark, who was sprawled on the couch scrolling aimlessly through his phone, looked up at Donghyuck’s call.
Hyuck sat at his feet. “I don’t know what we should do.”
“I have a couple ideas.” Mark playfully bit his lip.
“This is serious.” Donghyuck’s hands dropped in his lap. “What’re we gonna wear?”
“Nothing preferably.”
“Mark!”
The older propped up on his forearms to peer at the end of the couch where Hyuck sat. “We’ll figure it out, babe. We always do.”
Donghyuck ran his hands up Mark’s shins. “Should we do sexy or cute?”
“Neither.”
The look Hyuck threw him was nothing short of annoyance.
Mark quickly got the jist. “Okay, okay. Let’s do cute..we did sexy last year.”
A contented smile spread across Donghyuck’s face as he rested against the opposite side of the couch and laid his legs across Mark’s torso. The two were positioned against either end of the couch, facing each other with their legs stretched out towards one another's shoulders. A resting position they did often, entirely entangled together. Faint audio from their bedroom T.V. was wandering into the living room but aside from that it was quiet. It was mid day, and the sun shone brightly through the windows as they soaked up the lull from their hectic schedules that surprisingly allowed them both a free afternoon. They laid in a comfortable silence, Mark on his phone and Donghyuck attempting a nap that came far and few in between. After years together they didn’t feel the need to fill the space with mindless conversation, just each other’s presence was enough.
Hyuck drifted in and out of sleep, body shutting off but mind still very much aware. He noticed when Mark sat down his phone and replaced what was in his hands with Hyuck’s foot, gently massaging into his arch that he didn’t realize was so tender. He whined, eyes staying closed as he flinched from the pressure Mark was applying with his thumb. Mark’s hands kneaded the boney flesh with precision and care. He loved every inch of Donghyuck, and paid mind to every corner of him, withholding no affection.
Donghyuck began to relax into the motions as his hyung massages around his ankle, kneading into the softness around the prominent bone. Mark did this often. Sometimes after Hyuck’s begging and other times, like this moment, on his own free will, knowing how much the younger relished the feeling and the release. Donghyuck was particularly sensitive today after a week of long and draining practices, and he kept wincing out of reflex. He felt as Mark pressed a tender kiss against the joint of his ankle.
“You okay babe?” He pressed another kiss on the top of his foot.
Hyuck nodded and hummed a pathetic Mmhmm.
Mark ran his hand up Donghyuck’s shin, his honey skin smooth and buttery underneath his fingers. He continued tracing his palm up and back down around Hyuck’s heel.“You look so pretty.”
Donghyuck’s brows furrowed and he opened one eye to peer knowingly at his boyfriend at the other end of the couch. “Please don’t tell me my feet are turning you on.”
“No, of course not.” Mark laughed. “You are though.”
“I’m just laying here.” Mark pressed a kiss to the ball of Hyuck’s foot.
“Exactly.”
Donghyuck pulled his leg back in haste. “Don’t let your horniness make you look like a fool, Mark-hyung.” He stuffed the same foot under his boyfriend’s back.
“Come’on..” Mark whined. “Can’t I just admire you?”
“You can do that without touching my feet.”
“But I like every part of you.”
“Don’t be cringey.”
"I’m being honest.”
“Okay..and cringey.” Mark huffed.
A beat of silence passed.
Donghyuck’s confidence stirred. “Am I really that hot though?” He prodded playfully.
“Of course you are.” Mark shifted in place. “I can’t stop thinking about last night.”
“You’re such a boy.” Hyuck rolled his eyes.
Mark’s reminiscent tendencies were expected, especially when he was still eager for more of Donghyuck, only temporarily satisfied from the night before. And so, it wasn’t much longer before the pair lay touching themselves on either end of the couch. Hormones and hunger clouding all judgment as Mark’s hand continued to work up and down his sickening shaft as his eyes were fixed on Donghyuck doing the same.
“Fuck, you like touching that pretty cock of yours?” He muttered.
Donghyuck could only whine in reply.
“Finger yourself.” The older instructed. “Wanna watch you play with your hole, baby.”
The younger quickly obeyed as he opened his legs wider, knees parting to the side to reveal himself more fully to the older who watched intently from the other end of the couch. Mark groaned at his swift compliance, shoulder’s relaxing into his self-induced pleasure as he kept a steady pace around his length. Donghyuck’s free hand dipped in between his legs to tease his hole, throaty mewls tumbling from his lips as he traced his rim. His entrance was still slightly loose from being fucked the night before, and the tip fo Hyuck’s index finger slipped in easily, which drew another moan from Mark.
“Oh my god..”
Donghyuck tentatively slid a second finger in next to his first, gingerly working himself back open as his other hand continued to stroke his own cock.
“You can take more than that.” Mark observed, eyes fixated on Hyuck’s fluttering hole.
Donghyuck whined in protest, his motions churning up sensitivity within him as he had just been fucked full not even twelve hours prior to their current mutual endeavour. The stretch had been on the cusp of pain and pleasure, and the morning following definitely leaning to the side of recovery as he mended from being bent over the edge of their bed.
Their sex life ebbed and flowed. Where there were periods of unintentional celibacy due to busy or conflicting schedules, fatigue or the general lows of sex drive. But there were also phases where they couldn’t get enough of each other. In these particular stints it was as if they were freshly committed to one another, back in the beginning of their relationship, the honeymoon phase in full swing where every brush of skin led to an orgasm. It was refreshing for the both of them to feel like kids in love, desperate for each other despite how accustomed they had become with every part and variable of one another. It was a reassuring fact that no matter the length of time that passed, they remained totally head over heels, and the hunger that brewed in the pit of their stomachs never left them when the initial excitement of commitment may have.
The fall weather and the coziness of October just happened to push them back into a season of total infatuation and complete voracity.
October 22
Sniffles and ragged breaths continued to dominate through Donghyuck’s nose as he clung onto Mark. The older, who was slowly grinding into him, had his head nestled into the crevice of Hyuck’s neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin at the slope of his shoulder.
“Ah, you feel so good.” He could hear Mark mumble mindlessly. “So fucking good..”
Donghyuck sobbed. His hole was spent and prostate used from just how long they had been going at it yet again. The cozy and cool weather of the month only fueled their horniness, cuddles characteristically leading to makeouts, dry humping and greedy hands and soon the eventual discarding of clothes and popping open the bottle of lube. The raging hormones directed at each other had not settled from their teenage years or honeymoon phase, the two still very much attracted to and very much in love with the other.
Mark’s thrusts were lazy, sloppy, uncoordinated and uncalculated as he continued to slowly move his cock in and out of Donghyuck’s heat.
“Mark-hyunggg..” Donghyuck cried, tears stinging his cheeks. Their bodies were completely flush with no space to be found between them, their bare torsos melting together with sweat and precum from Donghyuck’s member pressed against their abdomens. Mark’s arms were tucked beneath Donghyuck’s shoulders, trapping him in an embrace. Donghyuck’s legs were folded around the older’s hips, locking him in place between his legs and his arms were wrapped around his hyung’s back.
“You look so pretty like this.” The older confessed, pressing a gentle kiss against the corner of the younger’s mouth. “You’re doing so good.”
Donghyuck’s body quivered beneath him, skin alighting with goosebumps at Mark’s words.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Mark’s hand ventured into Hyuck’s hair, laying gentle strokes atop his head. His hips continued to move lazily into his boyfriend. “Doing so good, you feel so good.”
Donghyuck was absent from the present as he felt himself still full of Mark. Full of Mark in every way. Full from his cock, full from the praise that filled his ears, full from the love that caressed his skin from Mark’s gentle hands.
The two could fuck. They were not strangers to passion, lust, and facilitated greed. But they also knew how to give. Donghyuck knew how to give himself to Mark, and Mark knew how to give Donghyuck pleasure that neither of them could begin to describe. They were accustomed to rough rounds on the couch or being bent over the kitchen counter. They knew very well how to use their mouths just how the other liked it, or the right way to move their hands against each other. But most importantly, they knew when and how to take it slow. When it was borderline necessary for languid and indulgent movements, when their bodies craved something more than just an orgasm, when their spirits needed the vulnerable kind of union only found when they were connected beneath the sheets. Most often that craving accompanied fatigue, at times when their schedules forced them to spend less and less time together, when work and demands piled up. They at least knew they could come together with the only focus being each other, and the world could slip away as Mark slipped into Donghyuck. Their bodies designed to be together, everything being as it should.
Sweat beaded against Donghyuck’s forehead, his hair clinging to the dampened skin. “Right there, hyung.” His breath quickened as Mark’s cock found a new angle inside him. “Right there, right there.” He repeated as his voice rose octaves in response to the pressure building in his abdomen. He began to squirm beneath the older’s body.
“Yeah?” Mark smirked, focusing on Hyuck’s prostate. “Like that baby?”
The younger wailed, head tipped back against the pillows. His arm instinctively fell back to grab onto the silk covered cushion above his head, fingers gripping into the plushness as Mark worked him open. His other hand raked into his hyung’s back.
“P-please..” Donghyuck fought for his words amidst his breathing. “Don’t s-stop.”
Mark’s thrusts stayed slow, but they were more pointed now. His speed didn’t increase, but rather the aim. He didn’t need to be rough for Donghyuck to unravel under him. If anything, the long, slow drags of Mark’s cock in and out of Hyuck is what completely undid him. He noticed a red flush spreading across Donghyuck’s chest. He dipped his head to nip again at the already bruising patch of skin on Hyuck’s neck. Licking and peppering kisses against the darkening spot, listening to the melodic moans that spilled from the younger.
“Ah, fuck, hyunggg-” Donghyuck’s breathing was erratic.
Mark felt himself stutter as his own high approached. “You feel so good on me.” He pressed a lingering kiss on Donghyuck’s forehead. His lips were coated in salty sweat when he pulled back.
A tear ran from the corner of Hyuck’s eye. “Hyung makes me feel so good.”
“Yeah?” Mark kissed it away. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
Donghyuck hiccuped.
“Taking me so well.” Mark clenched his jaw, holding back his orgasm.
The soft sound of skin meeting echoed in the room.
Mark carefully reached one hand in between their sweat-clad torsos to take hold of Donghyuck’s cock. The younger’s body seized at the contact, his back arching off the mattress with a contented moan. He gently pumped his hand along the slick and throbbing shaft in time with his thrusts into Hyuck’s welcoming hole, and he cursed under his breath at the intensity building inside him at the mix of sight and sensation as he fucked into Donghyuck.
“I’m so close.” Donghyuck’s eyes opened and met Mark’s.
Mark replied with a nod and lopsided smile.
Donghyuck didn’t look away. “Come in me.”
Mark’s eyes fluttered closed with a groan, his rhythm momentarily faltering before he resumed his pace. “Ah, fuck..” He laughed breathily.
The statement had taken him by surprise. Despite the length and depth of their relationship, Mark coming inside of Donghyuck was a rare occasion. They had been together long enough to admit that it was easier, less messy, more comfortable, for Mark to pull out and coat Hyuck’s tummy or chest with his cum. It was just as hot too. They had been in love long enough to realize that Mark finishing inside, or not, wasn’t really a big deal one way or another. But every now and then, when Donghyuck’s emotions were high, especially in an instance such as tonight, he wanted every last inch and every last drop of Mark inside of him. He wanted every part of Mark all to himself.
“Fuck..” Mark repeated as he reconnected his gaze with the younger.
Donghyuck looked exhausted. “I want you so bad, Mark, please.” His voice was weak
“You got me, baby.” It took every fiber of Mark’s being to refrain from thrusting into Donghyuck with more roughness. He knew Hyuck could come like this, he knew he could come on his cock moving slowly and carefully in him. Mark gathered the younger’s lips in his own, slowing his pace even more to combat the urge to go faster. Donghyuck’s whimpers filled his mouth, and he could feel his limbs beginning to tremble with more intensity. Mark kept a steady pressure working up and down Hyuck’s cock in his hands.
Mark groaned, moving his lips to focus on a sweet area of skin behind Donghyuck’s ear. The new sensation caused Hyuck’s body to contract in pleasure, the younger’s hands finding purchase on Mark’s rolling hips.
“I’m so close, hyung..” He confessed again.
Mark grunted. “Me too..”
“Please come in me.” Donghyuck sobbed. “Come in me please, I need you..” His voice was soft between his tears and full of earnestness.
Mark’s voice cracked in the midst of his moans, unable to conjure the energy to reply in words as he focused intently on not giving in to selfishly chase his own high. He kept it slow.
“Markkk hyunggg–” Donghyuck drew. The volume in his words rising and ringing in Mark’s ears as he continued to burrow himself within the younger’s hole. “Fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna-”
“Come for me, baby.” Mark gritted through his teeth, panting and swearing under his breath. His eyes never wandered from the exasperation painted across Donghyuck’s face. His lips were parted into a pretty “O”, pouting and swollen from the night. Red and glistening with saliva. Mark felt Hyuck’s hips buck in response to the throbbing member inside him. “Look at me, and come for me.”
Donghyuck obeyed. When he opened his eyes his brows stayed furrowed. He locked eyes with Mark as he took his lower lip between his teeth, biting at his lip as his body was rocked with a rush of libidinous. Mark nodded with gentle encouragement and a lopsided smile, his forearm starting to ache from the angle in which it was bent to work his hand on the younger’s cock. Donghyuck’s eyes were puffy from the steady stream of tears that had been rolling down his cheeks, and he took a raggedy breath through his nose before his high-pitched, throaty moans began to tumble from him.
“That’s my good boy.” Mark praised as he felt his orgasm rapidly building.
His words pushed Donghyuck over the edge, and into Mark’s hand as he came into the older’s palm. Mark felt the spurt of thick, hot cum thread between his fingers, and grace a section of his torso. Hyuck’s whines accompanied his release, and Mark couldn’t put off his high any longer as he thrust once, then twice more before spilling into the boy beneath him. He could feel himself shaking, and he fought against his muscles to not collapse on top of Hyuck, their eyes still focused together as the let themselves be wrecked by their orgasms. Their bodies trembled, their throats forced out sounds they had never produced, and their cocks pulsed in enormous waves of pleasure that hadn’t been routinely felt. The corner’s of Mark’s eyes began to sting with tears. His chest began to swell with an overwhelming affection for the boy he was connected to. When he felt the last of his come empty against Donghyuck’s walls, he wrapped his arms completely around the younger, keeping himself inside and the younger flush against him as they lay catching their breath. Not much needed to be said between the two of them as they felt Hyuck’s cum dry against their stomachs and Mark’s leak from the younger’s hole and from around his cock.
Mark pulled his eyes open after an indistinguishable period of time. He’s sure they had both dozed off. He carefully unwrapped himself from Donghyuck, and fully pulled out of him. Hyuck whimpered at the loss of contact and connection, and rustled against the sheets with a fatigued huff. One of Mark’s hands gently massaged the softness of the younger’s tummy as he sat on the edge of the bed watching over a sleepy Hyuck.
Donghyuck stirred further. “Mark?”
“I’m gonna clean you up.” The older murmured. He placed a kiss on Hyuck’s forehead before he stood to walk into the bathroom. Flipping on the faucet first before he grabbed a cloth to allow time for the water to warm. He wet the fabric, wrung out the excess and he moved back into their room, sitting back where he had been. He moved the cloth across the dried cum stuck on Donghyuck’s torso. He leaned and kissed below Hyuck’s navel, moving his hand to wipe down the younger’s thighs, his lips following with peppering kisses. He wiped away his own cum that was leaking from Donghyuck’s hole. The younger winced as he circled the reddened rim with the cooling cloth, and Mark continued to massage his opposite hand on Hyuck’s thigh.
“You did so good, baby.” Mark praised as he dropped the cloth on the floor. He repositioned them on the bed where he was propped against the headboard with Donghyuck laying in between his legs, head resting against Mark’s stomach. He rubbed his hands soothingly over the younger’s shoulders and biceps, relaxing the tension he knew Hyuck carried in those areas. He kissed the top of his head, and heard a hum of satisfaction from his boyfriend.
“I love you, hyung.”
Mark smiled alongside the tug in his heart.
October 30
A cliche roar of thunder stirred Donghyuck from his sleep. He inhaled sharply through his nose with a jolt, eyes peeking through the heaviness of his eyelids as a flicker of lightning momentarily illuminated the room. Rain began to tip-tap against the windows, its intensity increasing until it settled into a downpour atop the roof, and the wind howled against the exterior, cutting through the storm with a whistle. He instinctively reached out his arm to the opposite side of the bed that soon fell flat against the mattress. Mark was missing. But it wasn’t alarming, Donghyuck had come to bed first while his boyfriend continued at his computer.
Donghyuck considered rolling out of bed and going to him, he was never the biggest fan of sleeping alone during a storm. But he’s certain Mark was downstairs, contently unaware of the rain and thunder that raged outside, his headphones on and attention locked into the program where he was compiling beats and vocals into fluid music. He didn’t want to disturb him, there was no need, and he couldn’t muster the energy to pull himself completely from his slumber.
-
Donghyuck was roused from his sleep for the second time that night with another clap of thunder that was in time with a sensation against his bare thigh. He turned his head to the side against his pillow as he prepared his body to follow suit. When he went to shift his sleeping position he felt a restraint against his hip, he groaned poutedly, eyes still closed with fatigue as he wrestled against the pressure. He assumed that Mark had joined him in bed, and it would be no surprise if he had one of his legs strung across Donghyuck’s waist, as he was touchy in his sleep.
What was a surprise though is when Hyuck decided to finally open his eyes to confirm his suspicion. He was not met with the usual blank darkness of their room, nor was a leg trapping him on his back, but instead searing white hovered towards the foot of the bed. His body stiffened, and a gasp exited his lips as another flash of lighting highlighted the synthetic shimmer of white plastic. Adrenaline coursed in between his fatigue, and he was motionless as the dark figure hovered above him.
He couldn’t look away from the ghostly knitted expression of black voids for eyes and a long, gaping mouth. His mind was slow to draw up an explanation until he heard a familiar voice from behind the ghoulish front.
“What’s your biggest fear?” Asked the voice in a low and slightly muffled tone.
It was Mark. Relief flooded through Donghyuck at the realization, and slowly pieces of his mind began returning to him after the initial shock subsided. He felt more pressure on his hip, and noticed that one of Mark’s hands was resting heavy on the bone that jutted out just above his thigh, pinning him in place. As his vision adjusted to the dark, he could make out that Mark was in one of his regular black shirts, white lettering blurred without his contacts, and black shorts. Fuck, why was Mark in a ghost face mask so much hotter paired with his normal clothes?
“Hyung-” Donghyuck starts, his voice thick and deep from sleep.
At the end of his word he is forcefully pulled further down the bed in one swift motion as Mark grabbed him by the hips, ripping him away from the pillows and closer to his hovering frame. Donghyuck’s eyes widened, his initial surprise subsiding to give way to a brewing pocket of warmth in his abdomen at the roughness, and fervor, that accompanied his boyfriend's action.
A hand sneaks down around his throat, he lifts his chin away from the sensation but quickly feels pressure against the veins that run on the side of his neck.
“What’s your biggest fear, Donghyuck-ah?” Mark repeats.
Donghyuck swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing against the compression of Mark’s hand. “I-I don’t know.” He squeaked.
Mark tightened his grip around Donghyuck’s neck, and tilted his head to his shoulder, the drooping mouth of the mask angling sideways as he peered down the boy on the bed.
“So, you got a boyfriend?” Mark questioned in English, his free hand trailing underneath Donghyuck’s shorts.
Hyuck decided to play along. He giggled girlishly before replying: “No..why? You wanna be my boyfriend?” He cocked his head to the side playfully.
Mark’s hand gripped tightly into the flesh of his thigh. He thinks he heard a sharp inhale through his nose. “Maybe.” The older shrugged as his hand found the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down in one swift motion. “But you’re supposed to be scared.”
“Of what?”
At the end of Donghyuck’s question, he was swiftly, and roughly, flipped onto his stomach. A yelp of protest slipped from him before Mark’s hand carded through his hair, the roots stinging at the strength in which the strands were gathered in the older’s fingers. His head was pulled back, the angle pinching the vertebrae of his neck but he trusted Mark. His exposed cock that was now flush against the bedding began to liven with interest at his boyfriend’s ferity.
He swallowed hard as he felt Mark’s body hovering behind him before he heard a low voice in his ear.
“Of me.” The older said before releasing Hyuck’s hair and pushing him down into the mattress.
There was little time for any reaction as Mark hastily discarded Hyuck of his clothes and kept a firm hand on his hips, pulling his ass upward to rest into his cock. They bantered back and forth before Mark swiftly traced the rim of Hyuck’s hole with his index finger, giving no time before diving in knuckle deep, shallowly working him open. He was totally at the will of Mark and whatever perverse ideas he had conjured up.
Soon, Donghyuck’s spine was beginning to ache from the position Mark had him bent into, and from the roughness in which he was fucking him. The roots of his hair stung with the grip the older had consistently on him, and the lack of prep before Mark entered him pushed him to the limit of how much he could take. He felt the corners of his eyes watering against the blankets, overcome with a variety of feelings that ranged from the surprise of his boyfriend’s sadistic indulgence, to the borderline discomfort of how Mark’s cock stretched him open, and the greed for more.
“What would your boyfriend think of this?” Mark’s character taunted with a sharp slap across Donghyuck’s ass.
He lurched forward from the sting, a whimper muffling into the cotton. He could tell that Mark was relishing in the fantasy the two had talked about a handful of times throughout the duration of their relationship. They rarely delved into any serious role play, but it wasn’t past them in terms of what they were open to trying. As long as their safe word wasn’t spoken it was a go.
Before Donghyuck could formulate any type of reply Mark pulled out of him. He gasped from the sudden emptiness until Mark roughly pushed his hips down towards the bed, flipped him on his back, reopened his legs and entered him again with the same quickness. The mask starred down at him as the older continued to fuck into him with a pace that echoed with the rolls of thunder outside their window. Donghyuck attempted to reach up to hold onto Mark but was met with his wrists being pinned above his head, completely at the mercy of the characterized version of his boyfriend. He strained against the hold on his wrists, and the harder he fought against the restraint, the tighter he was held in place.
“Fuck, stop-” Donghyuck feigned.
Stop was not their safe word.
“Let me go..” He whimpered as he continued to fight against the boy on top of him.
“And why would I do that?” Mark laughed from behind the mask. “When you feel so good around my cock.”
Donghyuck’s breathing was erratic. “You’re hurting me.”
“Exactly my point.”
The younger went limp as pleasure coursed through him at his boyfriend’s words. Why was Mark- no, why was this so fucking hot?
“You’re gonna lay there and take it like the bitch you are.”
“Or what?” Hyuck teased.
Suddenly, a sharp grip took hold around Donghyuck’s neck. His gasp was interrupted by the pressure applied to the sides of his throat. He still trusted Mark.
“Do you really wanna find out?” Mark grunted as he angled to methodically thrust against Hyuck’s prostate. Despite the greed he was displaying, pleasing Donghyuck was his main priority, even if it didn’t present as such.
A broken moan escaped from the younger and vibrated against the palm on his neck. It was all too much; the mask, the roughness, the suddenness of it all. Tears officially rolled down his cheeks and he arched into the hold Mark had on him. He whimpered as he writhed beneath Mark’s grasp, chest heaving from the overwhelming sensation of it all.
Mark paused. “Is it still okay, babe?” He asked in his normal, gentle tone. “Is it too much?”
The soft switch behind the mask, paired with the haunting ghoulish face still staring back at him caused his heart to swell with affection. Behind the facade was still his Mark, full of love and care even in the most intense scenes. Donghyuck hurriedly shook his head in disagreement. “N-no, please keep going.” The respect Mark maintained only furthered his desire to be totally ruined by him. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
The older didn’t falter as his thrusts resumed. His fingers curled around Hyuck’s throat once more and his opposite hand still pinned the younger’s wrist.
“Not even fighting anymore, huh?” Mark sneered. “Just decide to give up?” He gripped harder against his neck.
Donghyuck’s cock throbbed in response.
“You just let anyone come in and fuck you?” He tightened his hold again, and Donghyuck wheezed. The pressure against the side of his neck sent a heat rolling through him like he had never experienced. It surprised him how the more force Mark applied, the closer he felt to cumming, and the more his cock twitched in interest against his stomach.
“Look at you taking me so well.” Mark grunted, punching more thrusts against his prostate. He could feel himself leaking with pre-cum at this point, his member aching for release. “Like you were made for this.”
Donghyuck’s eyes began to flutter closed, and the fight for his breath didn’t alarm him as much as it probably should’ve. He finally let his eyes shut as he focused on intrusion between his legs, rubbing against him and hitting him in all the right ways. His arms above his head tingled with lack of blood flow, the force against this throat traveled straight to his dick and suddenly it felt like the room was spinning. Mark’s words twisted into mumbles and faded from the forefront of his ears and before he knew it, before Donghyuck could actually process what was about to happen, he passed out.
-
He came to what he assumed to be seconds later, a swirling rush of blood humming in his ears and streaming into his fingertips as he realized the hold on both his wrists and throat was gone. He lazily opened his eyes and was met with a now maskless Mark, and he wasn’t anticipating the relief that he felt being met with his boyfriend’s face looking down at him with furrowed brows and panting. At the same time they made eye contact he registered a warm wetness on his tummy.
“D-did you come?” He choked out, voice hoarse as he swallowed cautiously.
Mark laughed, his shoulder’s visibly relaxing and Donghyuck realized that he looked..nervous.
“Babe..” Mark was running his hands up and down Hyuck’s thighs. “We ugh..we both did.” His expression looked sheepish.
Donghyuck sat up in bed, attempting to piece together the events he seemed to have missed. He peered down at his abdomen and saw a glossy sheen of cum rolling down his skin, and as he moved he could feel the familiar sensation of warmth pooling from between his legs.
Ohhh.
“You came as you passed out.” Mark started filling in the blanks. “And I ugh..I came when I saw that.” He sounded embarrassed.
More awareness was brewing in Donghyuck. “Ahh Mark-hyung, you’re so cute.” He doted.
“You scared me!” Mark wrapped himself around Hyuck and they both fell into the mattress, the older holding tightly onto his boyfriend in almost apologetic form. “I didn’t mean for that to happen, it just did.” He revealed with a bewildered smile, hands habitually massaging into Hyuck’s hips, kneading away the stiffness and roughness.
“And you still came..that’s sick.” Donghyuck teased with a wink.
Mark laughed. “I didn’t think it would be that hot honestly.”
Donghyuck shrugged. “Let’s do it again sometime.”
-
The following day in rehearsals Mark was especially attentive to his sore and limping boyfriend. He velcroed himself to Donghyuck’s side, rubbing soft circles into his lower back, speaking more words of affirmation and extending greater patience to the boy who expertly hid his discomfort from the others.
“You okay?” Mark inquired as he took a swig of water.
Donghyuck nodded, his hair falling in front of his eyes. “I’m okay, I promise.”
“I still feel kinda bad.” The older confessed.
“Why?”
“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?”
The younger could only smile as he draped himself across Mark, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck. He felt as the latter held onto him too, hands sneaking under Donghyuck’s shirt to thumb against his skin.
“It was hot, babe.” Hyuck murmured against Mark’s neck. “I promise.” He left a quick peck below Mark’s ear before pulling back just enough to meet Mark’s eye. “Trust me.”
A grin played on the older’s face as he nodded before he closed the gap to press a kiss against Donghyuck’s lips.
They really never could get enough of each other.