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It’s late into the night, almost reaching 12pm when Mark finally steps into the shower. He waits until all of the other members have showered and are back to their own rooms. Usually even at this hour there would be someone up either gaming or grabbing a late night snack, but their busy schedules have rendered them exhausted and none of them have the energy to stay up anymore.
Except for Mark. Ever since they got back to the dorms, he’s been in a trance. There is only one thing on his mind and it’s been haunting him since this morning. They just started promoting 2 Baddies at music shows and the stylists had the brilliant idea of giving Johnny a simple outfit of a racer jacket with nothing underneath.
This really shouldn’t be surprising since most of the comebacks that they had in the past three years included a topless Johnny, but it’s different for Mark. When he came to terms with his sexuality in his early teens, he didn’t really have the chance to experiment or even find the time to understand what he was into. Being an idol at such an early age had swept him up in a whirlwind of insane schedules that consisted of late night practices and early morning TV broadcast calls.
Sure, he had shared a couple of kisses with cute boys in the MBC bathrooms when he was one of the MCs for Music Core but that never led to anything else. And the occasional wet dreams he had about Kang Daniel back when they were filming that variety show only brings shame and flushed cheeks whenever they bump into each other in the hallways at events.
But Johnny. His own team member, someone that he had known for years is someone that he didn’t expect to catch feelings for. Well, he’s not 100% sure about the feelings yet, but he is definitely sure about the way his heart speeds up when Johnny exposes any amount of skin around him. It also doesn’t help when one of the staff passes Johnny a small bottle of baby oil to apply onto his torso before they go out to perform.
The thing is, there were several encounters back in 2019 between them. It was during Superhuman that really changed the nature of their relationship from just coworkers and close friends to something … more. A 19 year old Mark Lee was upset that no one was interested in him, they only wanted him for the thrill of the moment and nothing else. That led to a couple of drinks late at night when the managers were away and couldn’t scold him. Johnny was the one that found him, asked him what was wrong in that soft, concerned voice that caused Mark to spill everything and Johnny just listened and accepted him as he was.
It was just so easy to talk to Johnny. He could use English to express his true feelings comfortably and he could rely on the older with his soothing words that gave him reassurance. He doesn’t quite remember who made the first move, but he certainly remembers their first kiss. It was a bit messy and Mark shied away a couple of times, but Johnny kept a firm hand on the back of his neck that grounded him and he couldn’t help but lose himself in the warmth that was Johnny Suh.
A few kisses led to handjobs in empty dressing rooms to messy grinding in Johnny’s bed to teaching Mark how to suck dick properly. Johnny was a lot of Mark’s firsts and even though Mark knew that he wasn’t Johnny’s first, he was fine with that and thought that he could handle what they had.
It was all fun and games until it all changed when Johnny declared they should end their sneaking around about a year later saying that their careers are too important to lose. Mark had to swallow down the lump in his throat as he nodded in agreement because Johnny wasn’t wrong. If anyone found out, Mark wasn’t sure if he could handle the criticism from the public. So all Mark could do then was to shut his mouth and accept the end of their situationship and go back to being coworkers and friends.
Yet here he is now. Standing in the bathroom trying very hard not to let his mind wander back to Johnny’s insanely toned body. He groans, stripping out of his sweaty clothes and dropping them into the laundry hamper in the corner. The pile of dirty clothes is accumulating, but there is one article of clothing that stood out to Mark.
He pulls out the beige hoodie from under the rest of the clothes and stares down at it. It’s Johnny’s, the LANVIN tag and the herringbone knit pattern on the drawstring and pockets made it easy to tell. Johnny wore it two days ago and now it’s here, in their dorm bathroom. Johnny had moved out of the dorms a couple of months ago, so he isn’t sure how it even got here.
When Johnny announced to the group that he got his own place not very far from the dorm, Mark wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not. He thought it would be easier to maintain their friendship if they weren’t living so close together yet he can’t help but miss the presence of Johnny around their place every once in a while. It’s not like Mark doesn’t see him at all; with their ever so busy schedules, not a lot changes and they still get to hang out from time to time. Johnny even said that his apartment is open to him whenever he wants to come by and visit. Mark hasn’t taken him up on that offer yet but it’s been on his mind.
The LANVIN hoodie in his hands is just another reminder that Mark can never get Johnny out of his head. The fabric is soft and he can tell it’s been well-worn as it is one of Johnny’s go-to pieces to wear during practice. He can’t even stop himself when he brings it up and rubs it against his cheek before burying his face into it and inhaling.
Mark shudders, the scent of Johnny barely clinging to the fabric but Mark can recognize the perfume that the other uses and it’s mixed with the sweat and musk that Mark is so familiar with. He shouldn’t be doing this, but he’s been on edge for days now. There has been no time to relieve himself and the amount of times he’s been around a shirtless Johnny has really pushed him to this point.
He gathers the hoodie and nuzzles his nose into it again, taking in the smell. His heart is hammering in the chest as his dick hardens. “ Fuck ,” he mutters under his breath. He walks a few steps over to the shower and turns it on, letting the sound of running water drown out any other noises that he might make.
This might be one of his not-so-proud moments but he can’t seem to care as he wraps a hand around his dick, slowly stroking himself to the scent of Johnny that lingers in the unwashed hoodie. He pushes his face deeper into the soft fabric, his mind clouding with images of Johnny back when they used to fool around.
Johnny, who would press his body against Mark’s late into the night and kiss him until he’s out of breath and panting. Johnny, who would gently thread his fingers through Mark’s hair and called him his pretty boy as he watched Mark take his cock into his mouth. Johnny, who would pull him aside and sneak off to the unused bathroom at the broadcasting station just to rile him up before a performance.
Mark bites down on his bottom lip to stop the moan that was threatening to spill out as he quickened his pace, tightening his fist around the head of his cock and rutting desperately against his wet palms, wishing it was Johnny’s hand that was bringing him to orgasm. He balls his fist around the hoodie, muffling his groans as the thought of Johnny whispering hotly against his ear makes him spill white into his hand.
His legs wobble at the sensation and he has to blink a couple of times to bring clarity back to him. He notices some accidental streaks of cum on the hoodie and he curses; there was no way he was going to just dump the evidence back into the hamper, so he sets it aside to clean himself before finally jumping into the shower to wash off his dirty deed.
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The next morning, Mark wakes up a bit groggy as their manager ushers them out so they aren’t late for their Music Bank rehearsal. He stayed up later than usual trying to scrub the cum stain out from Johnny’s favorite hoodie then laying in bed contemplating his actions. He nearly nods off while getting his makeup done but is jolted awake when he hears Jungwoo laugh.
“Johnny hyung! Come here, look at this,” Jungwoo exclaims, pointing out their clothing rack that has their 2 Baddies performance outfit hung up nicely.
Mark glances up at the mirror in front of him so he can watch Jungwoo tug Johnny towards the rack. Jungwoo giggles, “We’re gonna be matching.” as he takes the denim jacket off the hanger and holds it next to Johnny’s darker denim.
“Wow, you guys are really showing off,” Taeyong whistles teasingly from his makeup chair.
“It’s cause Jungwoo and I are very close,” Johnny says with a waggle of his eyebrow that causes Jungwoo to burst into laughter.
The stylist shoos Johnny into the dressing room, telling him to change quickly. Jungwoo follows him inside the small room in the corner, pulling the curtain shut before bursting into another round of laughter as Johnny complains that it’s too cramped for two people.
Mark sinks into his chair, suddenly feeling sulky and he has to actively not cross his arms like an annoyed child, so he resorts to chewing on his bottom lip in displeasure. The makeup artist isn’t too happy about that as she tuts in disapproval and tells him to stop biting his lip so she can finish applying tint.
Instead, he bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks about how close Johnny and Jungwoo have gotten during this world tour and comeback era. He’s still slightly bitter over the Love on the Floor performance when Johnny purposely moved closer to Jungwoo and stroked his face, giving him the most flirtatious look all the while Jungwoo could only give back a flushed and confused smile as he continued the choreography.
Of course the fans ate it up with delight, multiple fancams surfacing on Twitter over and over as they gushed about this intimate yet enduring moment between his group members. Mark had to delete the app off his phone because it got too much for him (but redownloaded it after a few days because he was being silly and he really shouldn’t take it to heart).
Yet, now he has to put up with whatever is going on between Johnny and Jungwoo and he knows there is nothing going on, but his brain can’t help but think otherwise when the curtain is pulled open and both of them step out.
Jungwoo slings an arm around Johnny’s shoulders and says, “Johnny hyung worked out extra hard today, huh!” He tugs Johnny’s jacket open to expose his naked torso, but Johnny pushes him away and tries to do the same to him.
The other members laugh at their little playfight, but Mark can only roll his eyes and frown. And it doesn’t even stop in their waiting room as they take it onto stage and in front of their fans. Jungwoo reaches out to Johnny, pulling him close as he makes a joke about washing laundry on Johnny’s abs while trying to feel him up. The fans screech loudly when Johnny smirks and makes a move towards Jungwoo, “Do you mean here?” as he playfully tries to grab at Jungwoo’s bare waist.
It’s all fun and games, giving the fans what they want as they laugh it off to focus on their performance later. Mark huffs loudly forgetting there is a mic attached to him and the sound reverberates through the speakers, startlingly everyone including himself. He hastily apologizes, putting on a fake smile to reassure everyone. Taeyong walks over to ask if everything is ok and he just nods, telling him the performance is about to start. Taeyong just puts a hand on his shoulder before getting into place.
This isn’t the best start to his morning.
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It’s another late night. Jaehyun, Yuta, and Mark crack open a couple cans of beer as they sit in the living room watching Netflix documentaries; their most recent pick, The Tinder Swindler .
“Imagine getting scammed like that. Cannot be me,” Jaehyun says and Yuta makes a snide remark about if anyone in the group is gullible enough to get scammed, it would be him. Jaehyun tips the rest of the beer back before crushing the can and chucking it at Yuta.
Their little squabble goes on as Mark sneaks out to go back to his room. He’s getting tired, he drank a bit too much and the alcohol in his system is making him sleepy. He lands face first onto his mattress and is about to fall asleep just like that but the lump at the foot of his bed makes him groan and sit up to examine what it was.
“Oh. Oh yeah.” Mark almost forgot that he still had Johnny’s hoodie in his possession. He picks it up and purses his lips, a devious thought crossing his muddled brain. He takes off his shirt, puts on the hoodie, and unzips it just enough so that his collarbone peaks through. It’s perfectly oversized that it falls off his shoulder and he ruffles his own hair to make it messier.
He picks up his phone, opens his messages, and scrolls to Johnny’s name.
Today 1:26 AM
Hey.
The reply is surprisingly instant.
Hey. What’s up?
You left something in the dorm
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Mark didn’t think twice before sending a photo of himself in the LANVIN hoodie, chest on display while laying in bed to Johnny. Actually, he didn’t really think at all and he starts to get a bit nervous when he sees the three dots pop up, disappear, then pop up again.
Oh man. I was wondering where it went.
Yeah…
Well, I found it!
Thanks man
A pause.
It looks good on you tho
Oh?
Can I keep it?
Well, I still want it back
But you said I look good in it
I’ll get another one for you
… but this one smells like you
Mark’s thumbs hover over the screen, reading over what he just sent. Was it too sudden? Too weird? He can feel his pulse racing as he watches Johnny respond.
Yeah? You like that?
Mhm
I do
How bout you bring it back and
i’ll make it smell like me even more
Oh
Now?
Yeah
There is no way Johnny is flirting with him at 1:30 in the morning, but Mark is already pulling on a random pair of sweatpants before dashing out of his room and knocking on their manager’s room.
“I’m going to Johnny’s,” he announces.
His manager groans and looks at his phone, “It’s 1:34am. Why?”
“Ugh. Let me borrow your keys, thanks hyung!”
He doesn’t wait for his manager to respond before snatching the keys from the bedside; their manager is already quite used to the member’s odd behaviors so he doesn’t push for any more answers from them.
Mark makes his way to the entrance, not before passing by the living room to see Jaehyun and Yuta still there watching the documentary.
“Where are you going at this hour?” Yuta asks.
“Out,” Mark answers simply as he pulls on his sneakers.
There’s a simultaneous eye roll from both of them before Jaehyun pipes up and says, “Hey, Johnny was looking for that hoodie.”
Mark looks down at the hoodie that he’s still wearing and smiles.
“I know.”
He dismisses the eyebrow raise from Jaehyun as he shuts the door behind him.
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The drive is a quick 10 minutes, a lot faster than usual since there aren't a lot of cars out at this time of night. He walks into Johnny’s apartment complex and takes the elevator up to the 11th floor. Despite this being the first time he has ever been here, his feet take him directly to room 1104 and rings the doorbell. Johnny has given him the code to his apartment before and of course Mark has it memorized, but he doesn’t think it’s a great idea to burst into his place so late into the night.
Johnny opens the door in a simple tank top and sweats, his hair damp from the shower that he had probably taken earlier. Mark stands at the doorway for an embarrassingly long 3 minutes as he just stares at Johnny’s form in front of him.
“Wasn’t expecting you to actually come,” Johnny says, leaning against the doorframe with one foot propping the door open.
Mark has to tear his eyes away from Johnny’s firm chest in the tank to actually look up at him.
“Well yeah, didn’t you want your hoodie back?”
Johnny gives him a swift once over and smiles.
“Come in.”
Johnny holds the door open and Mark steps in. He takes in the relatively small but cozy space, a simple setup with nothing too out of the ordinary. There is a corner in the living room where Johnny has a display of all the letters and plushies that he has received from fans, which also includes a big portrait of himself leaning against the wall.
“Conceited much?” Mark snorts as he walks over to the display.
“What can I say? It’s a good picture,” Johnny says with a shrug.
As Mark marvels over all the letters and gifts, he feels strong arms wrapping around his middle and pulling him into a hug. Johnny buries his face into the crook of his neck and inhales.
“It’s starting to smell like you now,” Johnny mutters.
Mark is taken aback by the sudden action as he stutters out, “W-What?”
“My hoodie is starting to smell like you,” Johnny replies and a second later, “I miss that.”
Mark swallows the lump in his throat because everything is finally crashing down. Being in Johnny’s embrace is too much after almost two years of being casted aside. He hates to admit how much he missed being held by the man who would give him all his attention. Like he was actually important.
“ Fuck ,” Mark chokes up as tears start to well in his eyes and he really doesn’t want to cry right now. “I can’t do this again.”
Johnny steps back and turns Mark around to face him. There is concern etched into his expression when he asks, “What do you mean?”
Mark figures it’s better now than never as he finally tells Johnny how he feels. “Hyung, do you know how shitty I felt when you decided to break things off out of nowhere? I thought you got tired of me. And I thought I would feel better when you moved out, but … man it really fucking sucked.”
There’s silence for a bit and it makes Mark’s stomach churn, thinking that he said too much. But Johnny looks as defeated as Mark does when he says, “Fuck Mark. I didn’t break things off cause I wanted to. We were reckless back then and I blame that on me. I got scared because if I lost this job, that would mean losing you too.”
Johnny cups Mark’s face and tilts it up so he could look into Mark’s teary eyes as he continues, “I could never get tired of you Mark. And I’m so sorry for making you feel that way. But god, I miss you so fucking much.”
“I - Are you serious?” Mark can hear his heart thrumming in his ears as the words he’s been dying to hear for the last two years was finally spoken.
“So serious. I never meant to hurt you Mark. I missed what we had and it was stupid of me to not even consider what you wanted before breaking it off. I’m sorry,” Johnny says, pressing his forehead against Mark’s.
“But what about you and Jungwoo?” Mark sighs.
Johnny cocks his head. “What about me and Jungwoo?”
“Is there something going on between you two?”
There is a pause before Johnny throws his head back with laughter causing Mark’s face to flush as he pouts.
“Oh no. No, I promise there is nothing going on between us. You know how clingy Jungwoo is sometimes.”
Mark raises an eyebrow.
“I swear . You’re the only one I think about.” Johnny wraps himself around Mark again as he says, “And I hope you’ve been thinking about me.”
Mark bites his lip, shrinking into Johnny because he doesn’t want to admit that of course he’s been thinking about him nonstop. It’s difficult to get him out of his mind when they’re around each other almost everyday and Mark has to go home wondering if Johnny is thinking of him too.
“Tell me Mark, do you think about me?” Johnny whispers as he presses his body closer. “Because I do. God, I miss having you around me. I miss our little rendezvous.”
Mark groans as the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, his palms starting to sweat when Johnny fits a finger under his chin to tip his gaze back up at him.
“Tell me.”
It’s so intoxicating and dizzying to be this close to Johnny where he could even smell the mint in his breath. The arm around his waist keeps him from crumbling to his knees as Johnny stares into his soul, waiting for an answer.
“Yes. All the time.” It comes out in one shaky breath and he doesn’t even have time to take in another breath when Johnny’s mouth slots against his. Mark’s eyes widens but slowly falls closed when Johnny angles his head to kiss him deeper.
Fingers intertwined through his hair as soft, plush lips coax his mouth open. Kissing Johnny has always been so different from kissing other people; it’s more intense and it always feels like he’s about to be devoured. There is a fervency to it like no other and it makes his head spin with how much he missed this.
He feels warm hands running up under the hoodie to feel his skin and Johnny groans against his lips as he pulls away slightly to point out, “You’re not wearing anything under.”
Mark shook his head, throwing his arms around Johnny’s neck to bring him back down and kiss him again. Johnny chuckles, “Eager, huh?” but lets himself be dragged back for more as Mark licks at Johnny’s lip before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.
“ Fuck . Hey - wait. Wait,” Johnny grunts as he reluctantly breaks off the heated kiss. Mark leans forward as he chases his lips and frowns when he doesn’t get what he wants.
“If you keep kissing me like that, I might just fuck you over my coffee table and that’s not gonna be comfortable for either of us later on,” Johnny states like it was a bad idea when Mark could care less about comfort at this point. He would let Johnny bend him over any fucking furniture in his apartment if it meant he couldn’t walk tomorrow.
But it doesn’t stop Johnny from guiding them back to his bedroom just a few steps away. He’s backed onto the bed and lands with a bounce on the mattress. He was about to bring up the fact that Johnny didn’t close the door but then remembered that they weren’t even in the dorms so they didn't have to hide.
Maybe there are some positives to Johnny getting his own place.
Mark leans back in bed as he watches Johnny strip off his tank in one swift motion that made him way more hornier than it should have. Mark knows that he’s just showing off at this point but he eats it up every time because it means he gets to admire more of Johnny’s body.
Johnny makes himself comfortable between Mark’s spread legs, kneeling on the bed as he looks down at Mark’s aroused expression, cheeks rosy pink and mouth slightly agape.
Johnny sucks in a breath, “You look so fucking pretty.”
Mark preens at the compliment. He reaches a hand up to unzip the hoodie, but Johnny stops him and says, “No. Leave it on.”
“But. It’s gonna get dirty.”
“Yeah, that’s what I want. Wanna fuck you in it.”
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Mark makes a mental note to tell Johnny to buy a different bed because with the way they’re rocking against each other is making the bed creak obscenely loud and he prays that Johnny’s neighbors are deep sleepers. Johnny’s stiffening cock ruts down desperately and Mark couldn’t get his sweatpants off faster enough.
He kicks his pants off unceremoniously and Johnny suddenly has his head between his legs, pushing his boxers down his legs. Mark props himself up by the elbows so he can look at Johnny when he takes his cock into his mouth. He stifles his moans but remembers that no one else is around and it’s ok to let go, so he does.
He watches in rapture as Johnny sucks him off, tongue on the underside of his cock as he licks broad stripes up his length. His legs twitch, threatening to close around Johnny’s head, but the grip that he has on his thighs forces them to stay open.
Mark pants into the air, his head thrown back in ecstasy every time Johnny purses his lips around the head of his dick. God, he hasn’t gotten his dick sucked in so long, that he’s about to cum embarrassingly fast. Johnny doesn’t let up however as he spreads his cheeks to expose his soft wrinkled hole and presses a kiss to his perineum.
“Fuck ,” Mark whines when Johnny lets his tongue run over his hole with a couple of licks. His body seems to melt into the bed when Johnny presses a finger in, coupled with the constant licking around his rim that has him burying his fingers into Johnny’s hair and pushing back onto his face.
Gasps fill the room and Mark feels himself leaking onto his pelvis with each prod of Johnny’s long and slender finger. Johnny’s other hand is wrapped around his hard cock, pumping him in rhythm to the thrust of his finger. Mark twists his hand that is tangled in Johnny’s hair, pulling slightly causing Johnny to moan with his tongue deep inside him.
“Shit. Shit !” Mark wails. “Oh my god . Stop. Please hyung, stop! I’m - I’m gonna -”
Mark doesn’t even get to finish his sentence as he cums, shooting all over the hoodie in streaks. He tries to calm his harsh breathing, but Johnny disregards his pleas and continues to stroke his prostate with his fingertip over and over again until his body trembles.
He’s sweating under the fabric, his body heating up to the point where he feels like he’s going to pass out. Johnny has three fingers massaging him open and it’s driving him crazy with how deliberately slow he’s going. Johnny never used to drag it out; always preferred quickies and a quick way to get off, but now he’s taking his sweet time to drive Mark up the walls.
“Johnny, for fuck’s sake ! Hurry and fuck me,” Mark cries as he balls the hem of the sleeves into his fist out of frustration.
Johnny hums, clearly enjoying the wanton flush on Mark’s face that he tries to mask with irritation.
“You can say it nicely, can’t you?” Johnny grins as he crooks his fingers up into the bundle of nerves.
A jolt goes up his spine and Mark whines pitifully because he doesn’t deserve this amount of teasing coming from the man who couldn’t convey his feelings properly. But doesn’t stop the ‘ please ’ that falls from his mouth again and again until Johnny is satisfied enough with his begging and finally, finally , pulls his cock out from his sweatpants.
What a dick.
He leans over Mark to open the bottom drawer next to the bed and pulls out a condom and as much as Mark silently wishes to be pumped full of cum, it would be best if they kept it safe since it is technically Mark’s first time and he doesn’t want to think about the clean up afterwards. Plus they still have a packed schedule in the morning.
Johnny notices the look of disappointment on Mark's face and promises him, “Next time.”
The promise of more makes his heart flutter as he watches with rapture when Johnny slides the condom onto himself. He pours a good amount of lube on his hand and strokes his cock a couple of times before lining himself up to Mark’s hole.
The nerves are making his palms sweat and breath quicken, but Johnny interlocks their fingers and his thumb rubs circles on the back of his hand as he asks, “You ready?” And honestly, Mark has been ready for ages now. He’s been waiting for this moment since the first time they’ve kissed, so he doesn’t know why he’s anxious.
But when Johnny holds his face in his hands, kisses him gently, and reassures him that there is no rush and he’ll wait until Mark feels comfortable that all doubt leaves him. Johnny pushes the sweaty bangs out of Mark’s face and kisses his nose as Mark tries to calm his rapidly beating heart.
“I’m ready,” Mark says in a mere whisper.
Johnny tries to soothe him with tender strokes up and down his waist, but three fingers is nothing compared to the thick cock that is making its way inside him. All the nights that he had spent fingering himself and all the toys that he discreetly purchased hasn’t prepared him for how absolutely full he is feeling at the moment.
It’s like a sensory overload. Like his insides being stretched to the fullest to the point where he needs to take in air. He doesn’t even register the tears that formed in the corner of his eyes until Johnny wipes them away. Intense doesn’t even begin to describe how he truly felt.
“You’re so - ah - fucking big!” Mark gasps.
“And you’re really fucking tight,” Johnny grunts as he sinks in deeper. Mark shudders when Johnny rubs up against his prostate, every inch makes the hairs on his arms stand from how sensitive he is.
Johnny’s cock reaches places that he has never been able to reach himself and it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head when he starts rocking his hips. It starts off slow, building a comfortable, but dizzying rhythm that has Mark’s dick leaking precum.
But it’s not enough. Johnny’s being careful and while Mark is grateful, he wants him to go faster, harder. He wants Johnny to fuck him until there is nothing else on his mind expect for the man that is above him and driving him insane with pleasure.
He digs the heel of his foot into Johnny’s back and begs, “Faster. Johnny faster please. Ugh! I - I can take it. Please . I need it.”
“Shit Mark. Don’t fucking blame me if you have trouble dancing tomorrow,” Johnny grunts. He pulls out until the tip is touching Mark’s rim and fucks back in, his pace a lot harsh than before.
Johnny fucks him with vigor like he’s claiming him: a hand pressing down on his thigh and the other hand curled in his hair. Each thrust forces a moan or a gasp out of him and he can’t seem to keep his voice down so he throws an arm over his mouth and bites onto the sleeve.
“No. Let me hear you baby. You sound so pretty being fucked stupid like this,” Johnny clicks his tongue and grabs Mark’s arm away so he can listen to the sweet sounds pouring unabashedly out of his mouth.
Johnny grabs both of Mark’s legs and throws them over his shoulder and the sudden angle shift has Mark bowing off the bed. He gets repeatedly filled over and over again, his body shakes as Johnny quickens his trusts. The impact of Johnny’s hips colliding with Mark’s ass resonates throughout the room and he just knows how sore he’s going to be tomorrow, but that’s future-Mark’s problem.
With how rough he’s getting pounded, the hoodie starts riding up until it bunches underneath his armpits. The amount of money Johnny dropped for this piece of clothing, it doesn’t deserve to be desecrated like this, but Johnny doesn’t seem to care.
“So pretty like this,” Johnny groans. “You look so good in my clothes fuck . So small that I could bend you in half and you’ll just fucking take it. So good for me.”
Mark chants out ‘ yes, yes yes ’ as Johnny drills into him deeper and harder. Johnny wraps a hand around Mark’s leaking length and strokes his cock in tandem with his thrusts. It’s mind numbingly good that Mark goes slack jawed with drool running down the side of his mouth.
All he can do is let out strings of broken, high-pitched moans as he tries to figure out if he wants to fuck up into Johnny’s fist or rock back onto his cock. It’s as if he doesn’t even have control of his own body and Johnny is the one molding and shaping him to how he wants it and all he can do is lie there and take it.
“You gonna cum?” Johnny asks, his own voice shaky and unreliable.
Mark can only nod, eyebrows scrunching up as he’s pushed closer and closer to the edge. His whole body goes taut when Johnny rubs at the sensitive underside of his cockhead and with one particularly well-aimed thrust, he’s cumming again.
Ropes after ropes of white coat his stomach and chest and dirtying the hoodie even more. A trembling hand tries to stop Johnny from continuing to stroke his spent cock, but Johnny ignores his pitiful sobs and cries as he chases his own orgasm.
“S-Say my name. Say it,” Johnny stutters, his hips faltering as Mark tightens around him.
“ Johnny . Cum in me,” Mark pleas and Johnny pushes in as deep as he can and finally cums.
Mark’s heart is racing like he had just ran a marathon and he can’t get it to slow down, not even after Johnny has pulled out and wiped him clean. But Johnny climbs back into bed with him and pulls him to his chest and says, “I’ve been dreaming about that for a while now.”
“You’ve dreamt of that?” Mark asks.
“More than you know.”
Mark can finally breathe now that he’s safely tucked in Johnny’s arms. Everything that has led up to this moment seems insignificant and so far in the past. He’s just content that Johnny wants him as much as he does.
Before he nods off to sleep, he pulls the dirty hoodie off and tosses it at Johnny.
“For your spank bank material. I’m not cleaning it again,” Mark says as he snuggles back into Johnny’s embrace.
“... Again?”
Oops .
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A couple days later, a set of photos dropped on Mark’s instagram. It’s taken at one of their film sites, a casual shoot where Johnny offered to snap some pictures for him. He’s wearing the LANVIN hoodie (washed and cleaned) in the pictures and tags Johnny in the caption.
The likes pile in instantly and the comments gush about how cute he looks, but he’s only looking forward to one specific comment that comes just a moment later.
Daaaaaaaang you came out rly nice 🔥your photographer needs a raise 🙌
Mark snorts and smacks Johnny on the shoulder.
“You’re so corny dude,” Mark says with an eye roll but Johnny just laughs and blows him a kiss.
He looks down at his phone and sends a reply.
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