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Mark was balls deep when Donghyuck surfaced from the pleasure long enough to realise they’d forgotten the condom. “Fuck. Mark, you didn’t – the rubbers.”
Mark mouthed along the back of Donghyuck’s neck, hips twitching, sending minute sparks through Donghyuck’s body. His hands were tight on Donghyuck’s hips, and even though they were drunk and tired and this was meant to be lazy sex, Donghyuck could feel the tension in Mark’s grip, like he was seconds away from jackhammering. “D’we have to? We’re both clean, we know we’re both clean.”
Donghyuck groaned, but it wasn’t a sound of dissent, and Mark knew that. “I’m tired, I don’t wanna have to clean up.”
Mark rubbed his thumb against Donghyuck’s hip, annoyingly cute as he chewed Donghyuck’s neck. Between bites, he managed to say, “I’ll pull out in time, I promise.”
If he wasn’t drunk, Donghyuck might have complained more, maybe insisted on the condoms anyway. As it was, he just shuddered and let himself think about how good Mark was being, so still inside of him despite the way he so clearly wanted to move. So thick, and hot, and the stretch was perfect. It always was. “Fine.”
Mark moaned, high pitch and needy. “Thank you, thank you, I’ll make it good-“
“I know you will,” Donghyuck groaned, shifting back. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to relax, to find that sleepy horny that had been so pleasant before the prickling arousal had started to swallow him. When Mark got desperate and a little pathetic, Donghyuck always went from warm to white hot. “Fuck me.”
Mark rutted forward, too quick, too hard, and all Donghyuck could do was throw his leg back over Mark’s hip and encourage the movement with a stilted, low noise.
It felt good, it felt so fucking good because even drunk Mark knew what he was doing. He knew Donghyuck’s body inside and out, knew which angles worked the best, the speed he liked, the strength of the grip on his hip and thigh as Mark teethed like a puppy against his shoulders and neck.
It was sloppy. They were cloudy-headed and clumsy, and on every fourth or fifth thrust Mark would slip out and make a mournful noise before pushing back in, and Donghyuck would moan at the stretch that eased a little more each time it happened, hand on his own dick as Mark used him.
“’s it good?” Mark asked, speeding up. He was getting close – grip tightening to bruising force, voice climbing higher – he was as clear as water, unstained glass. So readable, so cute. “Hyuck, is it good? Do you feel good?”
“Feel so good,” Donghyuck murmured, pressing back so that Mark’s chest was plastered against his back. His own orgasm was approaching, encouraged by Mark’s inability to downplay his own pleasure. “Mark, you feel so good.”
Mark ducked his head and bit again, and the moan he released into Donghyuck’s raw skin sounded pained. “Need to pull out, just let me-“
“Don’t,” Donghyuck said before he could think about it. “Fuck the mess, I don’t care, don’t pull out.”
“But-“
“Mark, please come in me.”
The resulting noise Mark made was inhuman. “Fuck, okay, okay, thank you Hyuck, thank you-“ he shuddered sweetly, hips pistoning, the air hot and heavy, full of the noise of their skin slapping, the squeak of the bed, Donghyuck’s ragged breathing as he fisted his cock and came with Mark still deep inside.
“Did you – have you –“
“Yes, your turn,” Donghyuck said, bone tired and a little sore in the aftermath. He patted at Mark’s hand until he stopped thrusting, then rolled fully onto his stomach and shoved his head between the pillows. When he spoke again, it was muffled. “Come like this. It’s comfier.”
Mark mounted him easily, then pressed another kiss to Donghyuck’s shoulder that made him smile even as Mark pressed back in. Stupidly cute. “You’re so tight,” Mark whined, picking up speed again. He braced his arms on either side of Donghyuck’s head and locked their knees together. “So wet.”
Donghyuck clenched despite the ache and smiled when Mark’s whines pitched up again, impossibly high, barely audible above the noise of their skin clapping.
“Shit, shit, I’m – fuck.”
Despite the exhaustion, Donghyuck shuddered at the sensation of Mark filling him up. He always came so fucking much, and when he pulled out, sated and just as exhausted, Donghyuck felt the come dribbling out of his hole, a trail of it down the back of his thighs.
He sighed to himself and stayed still. The sheets were gross. His ass was gross.
“You’ve the best,” Mark panted. He patted one of Donghyuck’s ass cheeks. “Took it like a trooper.”
Donghyuck turned his head to glare at that. “Your dick isn’t nearly as big as you seem to think it is.”
Mark’s answering smile was smug. “If you say so.”
He looked stupid with his messy blue hair and sweaty face. Donghyuck stuck his tongue out and buried his face back into the pillow, content to ignore Mark for the rest of the night.
Mark patted his ass again. “Dude.”
Donghyuck ripped his face out of the pillows. “What?”
“You’re covered in come.”
“Run me a bath.”
“What?”
“Run me a bath.”
“It’s late. I thought you wanted to-“
“Get fucked then sleep? Yeah, I did, but that went out the window when we forgot the condoms. I let you hit it raw, so run me a fucking bath.”
Mark narrowed his eyes like he wanted to fight about it a little more, but after what must have been very careful but drunken consideration, he nodded. “That seems like a fair exchange.”
Then he was gone, bumping into the dresser and the doorway on his way out of the room, giggling to himself. Soon the noise of the old pipes started to drown out the uneven rhythm of Donghyuck’s heartbeat, and the tub started to fill.
He shoved his face back in the pillow and swore to himself that he’d change the sheets once he got out of the bath.
(He broke his promise. Mark stripped the sheets while Donghyuck bathed, then fell asleep on top of the bare mattress with the fresh pillowcases still in hand. Donghyuck sighed to himself then joined Mark, bringing a blanket from the couch to cover them both. It was a regret for the morning.)
-
He woke up first, and as always, scrambled out of bed to make breakfast before Mark could make an attempt and burn down the kitchen.
The sun was still pretty low, and it was only the alcohol that made him wake up early. It happened every time he drank, for some reason, like God wanted him to see the sunrise and repent his filthy partying ways.
It didn’t work.
He turned on the grill and defrosted sausages in the microwave, then boiled the kettle for some instant coffee and hated himself until it was ready.
His ass ached.
His head ached more.
The kettle turned itself off, and then his tongue hurt the most because he slurped the coffee down way too hot and scalded his mouth.
There was a groan from the bedroom that sounded like regret. “Hyuck? What’re you doing?”
He had his tongue under the tap, but pulled away just long enough to call, “Breakfast!”
“It’s six thirty, get back in here!”
But the sausages were defrosting. The grill was warming. He didn’t want to move his tongue from the tap long enough to say that.
Donghyuck:
Sausages…
Mark’s giggle was muffled, like he’d shoved his face into the blankets.
Mark:
Ok…
Donghyuck started to smile, but then the water from the tap dribbled down his chin and soaked the collar of Mark’s shirt. He schooled his expression back into severity and stuck his tongue back under the water.
Donghyuck:
Coffee…?
Mark:
Sounds good… thank you…
Donghyuck:
Mouth hurts… scalded my tongue…
Mark:
haha without me?
Donghyuck:
Your ruined the sexy ellipsis chain
Mark:
srry…
want help with breakfast?
Donghyuck:
No thanks I like my kitchen not burnt to the ground
Mark:
Rude…
Donghyuck:
Eat my ass…
Mark:
Second breakfast… nice…
Donghyuck laughed out loud and spilled water all the way down the front of Mark’s shirt.
They ate sausages in the unmade bed, with black instant coffee.
When Donghyuck complained about his tongue, Mark stuck his finger in Donghyuck’s mouth in what was meant to be a joking consolation stroke but turned out to be a nail prodding his tonsil and sending him gagging over the empty plates.
With tears in his eyes and venom in his voice, Donghyuck choked out, “I detest you!”
“You don’t,” Mark replied, stroking Donghyuck’s back, trying to fight down his somewhat mortified smile. “I’m your best friend. You love me.”
“I can love you and detest you at the same time. I’m very talented.”
Mark’s smile grew. His glasses were crooked, and the index finger on his right hand was still covered in Donghyuck’s spit.
Neither of them had brushed their teeth.
Donghyuck pushed Mark over and kissed him until he was writhing and hard, making pretty noises with his stupid hair and sexy stubble and clumsy hands gripping too hard at Donghyuck’s thighs.
He giggled a little without breaking the kiss, prompting Donghyuck to pull back just far enough to ask, “Wanna share with the class?”
“You taste like sausage.”
“So do you, loser.”
Mark looked up at him with big, beautiful, slightly hungover eyes. “I like it. Beneath the sausage, there’s still you.”
Donghyuck couldn’t help but snort. “There’s a real message in there somewhere, but I’m not willing to dig for it.”
“That’s okay,” Mark replied. He blinked slowly, like a cat, then sighed. Slowly, he relaxed into the mattress, surrounded by sheets and tangled blankets, empty plates and steaming coffees. “I really love you. You do know that, right?”
It was rare he said sappy things, so Donghyuck made sure to treasure each time. He kept the words safe, cradled them like a hummingbird beside the rose of his heart. “I know you do, Mark Lee,” he said, only slightly teasing. “I love you too.”
“This is a bad time for me to confess, right?”
Donghyuck blinked at that. “What? Confess what? Did you block my toilet again?”
Mark’s pink turned to red. “No! Come on dude, read the room!”
Donghyuck sat up, but didn’t get off of Mark’s legs. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Like…” Mark trailed off. “This is love, right?”
“This?”
“Us.”
Donghyuck cocked his head. His heart was unsteady again, but he’d gotten used to it years ago. It was a symptom of Mark’s presence he was okay with. “Yeah,” he replied, quiet. “Of course this is love.”
“I think it’s like… love love.”
“Love love?”
Mark closed his eyes. “I think I’m in love with you, Donghyuck.”
Donghyuck felt colour bloom onto his own skin, probably splotchy and unattractive. Mark was looking up at him – he probably had more than one chin because of the angle. And Mark was in love with him. “I… Yeah.”
Mark frowned. “Yeah? What does yeah mean?”
“I thought it was obvious,” Donghyuck said, trying not to let awkwardness overtake him. There were so many versions of love, and he was someone that loved freely. There was friendship, and family, and romance, and smaller loves too, companions in silence, pretty strangers, kind ones too – there were so many people to love, and so many ways to love. Donghyuck had always loved Mark in every way.
“Obvious?”
“I thought you knew,” Donghyuck said. Mark still looked confused, so Donghyuck grabbed his hand and stroked his thumb over the back of Mark’s knuckles. He’d done it as a teenager, when Mark first realised he was lactose intolerant and cried (albeit very hormonally) over cutting cheese out of his diet. He’d done it when they were at college, stressed by assignments and fracturing friendships, and Mark needed grounding in the present. He’d done it the night before, when Mark asked if he could stay over, tipsy from whiskey he didn’t typically drink, clingy and sweet in a way he usually saved for Renjun. “Mark, you’re so stupid sometimes,” Donghyuck said, still stroking. “I know you’re in love with me. I’m in love with you too.”
It took Mark a long moment to process that. “What? What do you mean? We’ve been in love this entire time?”
“Yeah. Idiot.”
“But… I thought…”
“Are we bringing the ellipsis back?”
He smacked Donghyuck’s thigh hard enough to make him whine. “I thought we were like, best friends that fucked, and that I’d fallen for you and it was like, a secret.”
“You haven’t successfully kept a secret from me in twelve years.”
“I know, but I thought that this was different.”
“I came to your brother’s wedding as your date.”
“My plus one,” Mark corrected.
“Your mother calls me son.”
“She calls Jaemin son too!”
“You tell me you love me every day.”
“I tell Renjun I love him every day too.”
Donghyuck sat back. “You’re not doing a good job of convincing me that you’re in love with me.”
“I’m trying to show you that it was a secret! A deep, dark, emotional secret!”
“Like when you blocked my toilet?”
Mark threw Donghyuck off and wrestled him into the mattress, reversing their positions until he was sat heavy on Donghyuck’s hips, glaring. He had more than one chin because of the angle. And he was in love with Donghyuck. “You’re such an asshole.”
“I cooked you breakfast.”
“You grilled me two sausages and gave me a black coffee.”
“It would have been a sandwich, but you ate the last of my bread yesterday,” Donghyuck huffed. He stuck his nose in the air and turned to the side. “If I’m not good enough for you then just say it. I’ll get over it one day, maybe. It’s unlikely though, you monster.”
Mark giggled, but it was subdued. “Do you really mean it, dude? That you’re in love with me too?”
Donghyuck cracked one eye open, but Mark was being serious. His lovely, serious self. “Of course I mean it,” Donghyuck said. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” He waited until Mark started to melt, then added, “Like you lied about blocking my toilet.”
Mark pushed his finger back into Donghyuck’s mouth, and it ended in another fight, one very bitten finger, and coffee all over the floor.
As they scrubbed the floorboards, Mark quietened again. “Does this change anything?”
“I’m not getting my deposit back, if that’s what you’re asking,” Donghyuck said, wringing out the wet hand towel he was scrubbing with.
“I mean us. Does it change anything?”
“Do you want it to change anything?” Donghyuck asked. He frowned up at Mark, but only because the sun had risen and was directly in his line of sight. “Most people assume we’re already a couple. Fuck, I assumed we were. I think you were the only one not aware.”
“Oh.” Mark looked at the floor. “Sorry.”
Donghyuck kissed his cheek. “Don’t be. I like you as you are, dense and all.”
“Like?”
“Love.” He kissed Mark’s cheek again, this time letting the contact linger. His heart was full and unsteady, but it always was, always would be. It hadn’t held a constant rhythm since the day they’d met. “Always.”
“Love you too,” Mark mumbled. He was still flushed and hungover, and he still hadn’t brushed his teeth. He smiled, and Donghyuck shoved his finger into Mark’s mouth.
Just because he could.