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donghyuck > gays aloud
what would u do if theoretically, hypothetically, you had a really intense and amazing fuck with ur neighbour whose bed u just woke up in and whose bathroom ur currently hiding in
jaem
what’s the problem here
renjunnie
hyuck you did fucking WHAT?
why did you have sex with your neighbour???????
aka a Recipe for Disaster!?!?!?!??
donghyuck
not loving the lack of support from that corner of the room right now.
what do i do??
renjunnie
go back out there?
donghyuck
any Other options
jaem
jump out the window
donghyuck
thanks for all the help guys!
jaem
anytime! ❥
Donghyuck slides back out of Mark’s bathroom after another long look in the mirror, wincing at the number of hickies he has and giving himself a pep talk.
Look, he’s a ‘fuck and run’ kind of person, he rarely stays for morning cuddles, despite the fact that Mark this morning was so warm beside him. They had reversed positions at some point in the night and Donghyuck woke to his nose pressed against Mark’s sternum. He smelled a little like sex but mostly homey, like vanilla, and Donghyuck had indulged himself in staying longer in his arms than he should’ve.
At this point in the morning he’s usually already snuck out of the apartment, or woke the person up to get them out of his, he reminds himself.
He walks back into the bedroom to see Mark slowly waking up, he feels around the bed for a second, before rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. He looks up and eventually his eyes find Donghyuck.
“Oh. Hi.” I thought you'd left seems to go unsaid.
“Hi.” Donghyuck says, feeling a little shy now that the delirium of the night before had faded. Donghyuck quite literally had sex with a guy whose last name he doesn’t know. Donghyuck starts putting more clothes on, slipping on his t-shirt and sweatpants. “Um.”
Mark makes it easy for him by standing up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and giving Donghyuck a quick peck, his hands finding Donghyuck’s waist casually. “I had fun last night.”
“Me too.” God, Donghyuck feels like a fucking cliche. He could say we should do this again sometime, he could ask Mark out, he could say that was some of the best sex of my life. But he doesn’t.
He knows how this goes, knows how Grindr goes. So he says: “See you around?”
Mark hesitates a second, then just nods. Donghyuck feels something in him settle: this is always how it goes. “Yeah, I’ll see you around.”
He smiles, though, and Donghyuck thinks he might be being genuine. “Cool.”
“Cool.”
Donghyuck giggles and makes his way to the door. Before he can open it and walk out Mark pulls him towards him, kissing him, hard, biting his lip in a way that is positively indecent for 10am. He tastes a like morning breath but Donghyuck doesn’t really care, he kisses him back until his heart is thumping and he feels lightheaded.
Against his mouth, Donghyuck finds himself asking. “What’s your last name?”
Donghyuck feels, rather than sees, Mark grin. “Lee. What’s yours?”
A little shocked, Donghyuck laughs. He feels like all he’s done is laugh with Mark, not only had the sex been good — but also really fun, not something he can remember experiencing, usually it's just a frenzy of wanting to rip each other's clothes off. Donghyuck liked it. Maybe a little too much.
“Lee.” Donghyuck leans back and puts on the sultry eyes. “Should I start calling you hyung, then?”
Mark makes this sort of helpless noise that Donghyuck files away for later, and kisses him harder.
After extricating himself from Mark’s hold, he’s finally out the door, unused to seeing the walls of his apartment building hallways staring back at him after leaving a hookup, a goodbye Lee Donghyuck echoing in his ears.
Donghyuck walks back down to his apartment, feeling out of sorts. This is how it goes. He reminds himself, and calls Renjun up to drag him out to brunch.
⧫
“You are such a fucking idiot.” Renjun sips his mimosa, sighing. “You’re going to see him everywhere now. It’s just what happens! And it will be so awkward!”
Donghyuck groans and puts his head in his hands, “Thanks, Junnie, you always know how to build me up.”
Renjun sighs once more. Donghyuck takes another bite of his avocado toast and tries to avoid Renjun’s eyes and tries — in vain — to not wince as he shuffles around in his seat.
“How good was it?”
“Best fuck of my life.”
“You truly are fucked then.”
Donghyuck twiddles his fingers, finally looking up. “Is it bad that I wouldn’t be mad if I did, I dunno, run into him again?”
Renjun raises an eyebrow. “Run into him as in run into him or run into him.”
“Either?”
“Look at you making progress, Donghyuck, you might have a crush!”
Donghyuck takes a large sip of his mimosa, not spluttering and denying it as he usually does, Renjun’s expression of disbelief deepens.
“No. No way.” His tone is one of utter incredulity.
See, Donghyuck has always been a serial one-night-stander, he has had a couple of friends with benefits situations, but he has watched enough romance movies to know to cut those short before feelings can get in the way. He met Renjun in the second year of college, so Renjun has never seen Donghyuck serious about anything.
And Donghyuck himself doesn’t know whether he’s serious — he just knows that he wants to see Mark again, wants his hands on him again.
“Look, it’s not a crush, I’m just saying that, like, I might want to see him again! Is that a crime!”
“See him again just for sex?” Renjun is way too perceptive for Donghyuck’s good.
“Yes.” Donghyuck replies. “Jun, I don’t know a thing about the guy, it’s not a crush, I’m just thinking about a sort of neighbours-with-benefits situation?”
He carefully omits asking Mark’s surname against his mouth this morning.
“Christ, you sound like a bad movie from 2011.” Renjun says, taking another long sip.
“I’m about to be in a bad movie from 2011 if I have anything to say about it.”
“You realise all those movies ended up with the leads inevitably falling for each other.”
“They were just bad at friends with benefits, I am great at friends with benefits. Or, neighbours with benefits.” Renjun just raises an eyebrow and says nothing.
Renjun pays the bill after Donghyuck bats his lashes, they stand and walk out of the cafe that sits on the road in between Renjun and Donghyuck’s apartments. Renjun kisses his cheek. “Be careful, baby, and have fun. If he has a friend that also seems to be a god in bed please send him my way.”
Donghyuck feels something weird edge at his memory at Renjun's statement, but he doesn’t know why. “Of course.”
It’s only on his walk back that Donghyuck realises what Renjun’s words remind him of. In bed he had called Mark baby — basically breaking one of his cardinal rules of no pet names in a hookup.
Things like pet names, clothes sharing, always makes it more complicated than it needs to be.
Donghyuck shakes it off, just a hookup, he reminds himself, and sticks his headphone on to drown out his thoughts with a Baekhyun song, silently hoping he’ll see Mark in the stairwell.
⧫
For all the thought that Donghyuck has put into considering the fact that he’s going to see Mark everywhere, none of it seems to be coming to fruition.
Three days in a row he has headed to work trying to look extra cute, even putting on a bit of makeup some mornings, just in case he might run into Mark. And all for nothing.
donghyuck > gays aloud
it’s been five days
giuys i think he might have died.
and if he isnt dead thne my dick might die soon
renjunnie
legitimately about to block u
jaem
so thirsty 😒
just knock on his door
donghyuck
any more stupid ideas
jaem
yeah. just text him
donghyuck has removed ‘jaem’ from the group
Donghyuck goes back to staring at their text thread on Grindr, ignoring the incoming outraged texts from Jaemin. He doesn’t even have Mark’s number. Maybe that’s how he could reopen the conversation. Hey, Mark, remember me? Can I get your number? And a fuck if you’re down?
Yeah, maybe not.
But then again, Mark hasn’t restarted the conversion either. Maybe Mark wanted to keep it a clean, one-night stand. For some reason it makes Donghyuck a little dismayed.
God, what the fuck has happened to him? He used to be the one leaving people on read left and right.
Donghyuck sighs, putting his phone on the coffee table and goes back to trying to get some work done. His dick be damned.
Five minutes into working (watching cat compilations on YouTube) his stomach growls.
He rolls off the couch and wanders into the kitchen to find something for dinner. There’s enough ingredients to make some kimchi fried rice, but Donghyuck can’t be bothered to cook right now. He grabs his keys and decides to run out for some ramen.
Five minutes later, and laden with a shin ramyun packet and a can of diet coke, Donghyuck steps into the lift. He could climb the stairs, given how slow the lift goes, it’s arguably faster, but he’s committed to being lazy tonight.
The doors are about to close when someone calls “Wait!” Donghyuck sticks his hand in between the gap and the doors open again, only for none other than Mark Lee to run into the lift.
“Thank you!” He says, panting, and… in a suit? Donghyuck doesn’t say anything, just drinks him in. He looks fucking good in a suit.
Mark finally stops panting and looks up as the doors close, leaving them alone in the lift. His eyes widen. “Donghyuck!”
Donghyuck is suddenly extremely aware of the fact that he is wearing a Hello Kitty hoodie and his most tattered sweatpants. His hair is greasy. He takes a breath. This will not be a Lift Ride of Seduction, he decides.
“Hi Mark.” He tries, with as much dignity as he can standing in his slippers next to a man wearing dress shoes.
Mark’s expression seems to soften, his eyes drag down Donghyuck’s body, who flushes in embarrassment.
Mark, thankfully, does not comment on his appearance, though his voice sounds a little tight when he speaks again. “I thought you were going to call me hyung?”
Is this some sick sadistic kink of his? Making Donghyuck speak through his mortification?
Donghyuck can’t form the words, Renjun’s warnings about running into Mark all slam back into him at once.
“Donghyuck?” Suddenly there’s a hand tentatively at his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
Fucking stupid tender voice that makes Donghyuck’s stomach explode with butterflies. Mark's eyes glow with concern, his face open. His face so earnest. Donghyuck caves.
“Mark, I am literally in Hello Kitty pyjamas right now. You look like you just walked out of a Calvin Klein commercial. Leave me to my embarrassment.”
Mark laughs, Donghyuck keeps staring straight ahead. “Don’t I have to be basically naked to be in a Calvin Klein commercial?”
“I was imagining you naked anyway.”
“I feel like it would be wildly inappropriate if I said the same, but for reference I was.”
Donghyuck turns to him, confidence buoyed, and lets his gaze drop, slowly, to Mark’s lips. “You are a sick, sick man.”
Ten minutes later Donghyuck is kneeling, unbuckling Mark’s belt as he leans back against his door.
He takes Mark’s cock in his hand and pumps it twice, relishing in Mark’s answering moan.
“Fuck Donghyuck, fuck you look so pretty like this.”
“You get so dirty during sex.” Donghyuck smiles, Mark opens his mouth to answer which is the minute that Donghyuck decides to take the head of his cock into his mouth, so his answer dissolves into a punched-out unh.
Donghyuck likes to think he’s alright at giving head, he draws a hard line at deepthroating, instead making good use of his hands — but with the way Mark is moaning, high and airy, a hand floating like he wants to hold Donghyuck’s head and fuck his mouth, Donghyuck would give him head for hours.
He swirls his tongue around, drawing another moan from Mark. He takes his hand and puts it in his hair, instead of pushing like some other hookups have — Mark just sort of, massages his head. Hands sinking into the hair on Donghyuck’s head.
Donghyuck looks up at him, Mark looks down once and then immediately closes his eyes, as if he can’t bear it.
He lets Donghyuck suck his dick in whatever way he wants to, not pushy or annoying about it like some guys can be. He just keeps saying his name Donghyuck like a prayer. Donghyuck is hard as diamonds.
A minute later and Mark is moaning again, “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum—” Mark tugs on his hair in warning, but as if Donghyuck is going to pull off now. Mark cums down his throat with a shuddering moan, sinking down to the floor next to Donghyuck.
He smiles, kissing Donghyuck despite the fact that he tastes like cum. He kisses him, caressing his face and neck gently.
Donghyuck has never been treated like this after head in his life.
Mark kisses his neck as he lays Donghyuck down on the couch, grabbing lube from under a pillow.
“Classy.” Donghyuck notes.
“You’re going to find it even more classy when you find out what flavour it is.” Mark says, uncapping it and coating his fingers the red-tinted lube.
Donghyuck groans. “Can’t believe I’m fucking a guy that uses watermelon lube. This is a serious low point in my life, like genuinely I’m not sure it can get— mmfh.” Donghyuck is shut up both by Mark’s mouth and two fingers in him.
Mark starts fucking him with his fingers, swallowing up the rhythmic moans Donghyuck starts making.
Mark finds his prostate almost too easily, and to make matters worse, he’s talking.
He mouths along Donghyuck’s jaw murmuring: “You looked so fucking cute in the elevator today, fuck I just wanted to eat you.”
He adds another finger and immediately curls them in a way that makes Donghyuck wail. This is going to be over embarrassingly fast.
“You have no idea just how pretty you are, fucking hell, wanted to bend you over then and there.”
“Mark, god, Mark.”
Mark lowers his mouth, sucking on his nipple, moving his fingers faster he scrapes it hard with his teeth and—
Donghyuck cums all over their stomachs suddenly. Mark fucks him through it until Donghyuck gasps too much and he withdraws. Mark kisses him through his come-down, hands sticky with lube and a mess between them.
The epitome of a quickie, neither of them even has their clothes fully off. Donghyuck’s hoodie and t-shirt have just been pushed up to the top of his chest. He managed to unbutton Mark’s white shirt, but he’s still in his suit pants, hair mussed and lips red.
Donghyuck finds it unbearably hot.
Donghyuck looks at his hoodie arm and sees that some cum has splattered onto it, he winces, that’s less hot.
Mark kisses him. “Wanna borrow a hoodie?”
Donghyuck doesn’t point out that he lives genuinely thirty seconds away. “Yes please.”
After Mark grabs a wet towel and they fix their appearance a little, Donghyuck grimacing as he takes his hoodie off. Mark disappears for a moment to change into sweatpants and grab Donghyuck a new hoodie.
Donghyuck doesn’t know if he’s meant to leave or not. He stares at the plastic bag he dropped on the ground which contains his dinner. Mark comes back and passes Donghyuck a dark blue hoodie, it’s warm and smells distinctly like Mark, a little big on Donghyuck’s arms but perfect. Way more comfy than Donghyuck’s own sweatshirt.
Mark pauses, though, and just — stares at Donghyuck where he lies, fucked out and comfy in his clothes, and he doesn’t stop staring.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Donghyuck says after his cheeks have gotten too hot to bear.
“Can’t.” Mark says, simply, and leans down to kiss him.
Donghyuck kisses him back until he can’t ignore his stomach growling anymore. Fuck it, he thinks, he’s broken enough of his hookup rules already.
“Do you want some ramen?” He asks, trying to act casual about it.
Mark groans, “Fuck yeah.”
After Donghyuck can stand without his legs wobbling they end up in Mark’s kitchen, making out as the water boils for the ramen. Donghyuck sits on the counter taking in his surroundings. He didn’t go into the kitchen last time: the fridge is full of photos of him and his family, a little magnet of the Canadian flag, a whiteboard that has ‘bread’ and ‘oat milk’ on the front.
Mark rips open the ramen packet and one he found in his cupboard and adds them to the boiling water, whilst Donghyuck snoops around.
Mark stirs in the packets, and then gets out a pan and two eggs. He pauses and looks sheepishly at the pan.
“I’ll be honest, I’m really bad at cooking eggs.”
“Eggs? Seriously? How old are you?”
“Twenty-four.” Mark replies, watching as Donghyuck easily heats up the hob and adds a little oil, cracking two eggs into the pan one-handed, using the other to spoon some hot oil on top of the eggs to cook the middle.
Two warm arms wrap around Donghyuck’s middle, Mark kisses the nape of his neck. “Just for reference this is really doing it for me. Like really doing it for me.”
“I’ll be sure to cook more eggs in front of you in the future.”
Donghyuck doesn’t really compute what he’s said until Mark hums, moving to get two bowls and spoons out from his drawers. Fuck, what did he just imply?
It’s not like Donghyuck isn’t aware that he’s acting incredibly domestic with a guy he’s hooked up with twice, but there’s something fun about it all. Cooking in Mark’s kitchen, hoping to have sex with him again tonight. It feels nice. Donghyuck shudders.
Mark furrows his brows at some scallions as he painstakingly chops them at a snail’s pace, and Donghyuck chooses not to be worried about his blase assumption that they’ll hang out again.
One part of the scallion goes flying. God he is so fucking cute.
Mark abandons the roughly — emphasis on the rough — chopped scallion pieces to pour half the ramen into each of the bowls, Donghyuck tops them each with an egg and scallions. They sit and eat on Mark’s couch.
“Thank you.” Mark says. “For making the eggs.”
Donghyuck snorts, “From the contents of your cupboards it looks like you rarely make anything.”
There’s a lull in conversation where they're just eating, after they've both finished Donghyuck decides to ask. “Why were you in a suit?”
Mark stands and takes their bowls to the sink, he starts washing them, Donghuck sits on the sounter beside him. “I had a presentation today. Had to dress to impress.”
Donghyuck grabs a grape from a bowl on the counter and pops it in his mouth. “For grad school, right?”
Mark hums, placing the clean bowls on the rack to dry, he washes his hands and turns back to Donghyuck. His eyes drop to the hoodie and stay.
He moves until he stands between Donghyuck’s legs, hands coming easily to his waist. Wordlessly, Donghyuck kisses him, fastening his legs around Mark’s waist.
Mark’s hands come under Donghyuck’s shirt scratching his skin. Donghyuck moans into Mark’s mouth.
Mark moves his mouth down feverishly biting another hickey into Donghyuck’s skin.
“Your neck fetish is unattractive.” Donghyuck says breathily, betraying himself by muffling his moans in Mark's shoulder as he sucks and bites at him.
It's almost unbelievable how worked up Mark can get him so quickly, just from some neck kissing Donghyuck feels himself getting hard. Mark seems to be in a similar situation.
“Donghyuck, I wanna, let me—”
“Fuck me, Mark.”
“Yes, yeah, shit." He pulls back and pauses. “Keep the hoodie on.”
Donghyuck would make fun of him if his dick didn't twitch at the sentence. The desperation in Mark's voice matches Donghyuck’s own, he hops down from the counter and shoves his sweats and boxers off, watching as Mark grabs a condom and comes back into the kitchen.
“Here?” Mark asks, between kisses.
Donghyuck moans at the thought of it, fucking in the kitchen like a pair of cavemen. “Yes, yes come on, I’m ready from earlier, get in me.”
Mark gets naked in record time, putting the condom on and lubing up. “Put your hands on the counter.”
“Fuck.” Donghyuck places his hands on the counter, arching his back in a way that makes Mark groan from behind him.
“You ready?”
“God, yeah.”
Mark pushes in, slow, letting Donghyuck feel every inch. He stills when he bottoms out, only for a moment, before starting to fuck Donghyuck good and proper.
Donghyuck uses the leverage of the counter to fuck him back, wailing as Mark pounds him.
Fuck, they’re good together. It's just so easy, Donghyuck thinks, and then immediately stops thinking as Mark grabs his hips after a couple minutes and makes the strokes short and quick, forcing Donghyuck’s hands incrementally up the counter. Mark kneads at Donghyuck’s hips, reaching forward to start stroking him off in tandem with the strokes. He’s getting slopper, so Donghyuck knows he’s close.
“Mark, nngh,” Mark hits his prostate over and over. “Mark, cum with me.”
“Fuck, fuck, shit, okay, I’m close, Donghyuck.”
Donghyuck’s moans become louder as their bodies meet with more desperation, these lewd slapping noises echoing through his kitchen.
“I’m coming, fuck.” Donghyuck’s orgasm takes him by surprise, heat spreading through his body and cum spilling out onto his stomach and the kitchen floor as Mark groans and cums into the condom, hard, with moans rattling from his chest.
Donghyuck giggles a couple seconds after post-nut clarity dawns on him.
“What?” Mark asks, leaning against the counter, trying to recover.
“I literally just came all over your kitchen floor.” Donghyuck says. “This is surreal.”
“First time for everything.” Mark says grinning. “That was hot, anyway.”
Donghyuck hums, kissing Mark despite them both being sweaty and in desperate need of a shower.
Freshly showered after ten minutes of laughing and cleaning the kitchen, Donghyuck tells Mark he’s got to go home because of work in the morning.
Mark walks him to the door but asks a question before Donghyuck can leave. “Hey, I've been meaning to ask, do you know what the actual stance on pets is in the building? I’m worried that I’ve snuck Daegal in here without being allowed to.”
Donghyuck thinks on it for a second. “I don't actually know, but I can ask. There’s a building group chat on Whatsapp. I rarely check it but people put up questions about parties and things like that I think.”
“Huh, I’m not on it.”
Donghyuck pauses, staring hard at the wall behind Mark’s face. “I could add you.”
Mark shifts so that he’s back in his eyeline, hand sliding onto his waist. “Are you asking for my number?” His tone is warm and sweet.
Donghyuck pinks. “Nope. Forget it. Bye.” Donghyuck tries to look anywhere but Mark.
“Noooo, Donghyuck-ah.” Mark leans forward and chases his lips. “Gimme your number. Come on, I take it back.”
Donghyuck tries to slip away again, Mark tugs him back, digging through his pockets to find his phone. “Please?” Fucking puppy dog eyes.
Mark passes him his phone, and Donghyuck takes it, trying to act nonchalant. “Fine.”
Donghyuck adds his number in front of Mark’s face, just putting ‘donghyuck neighbour’ as the contact name.
Mark takes it back. “I’m gonna text you so you have mine.”
Donghyuck feels his phone buzz, but doesn’t check it. “Cool. Thanks for letting me borrow a hoodie.”
Mark nods, “No worries. Return it whenever.”
“It might be a struggle,” Donghyuck says seriously. “Given how long the commute is to your place.”
“It must be difficult, thank you for taking the time to get here.”
They both smile and Mark seems to take a breath, Donghyuck stands in the doorway and just — waits. For what, he’s not sure. If Donghyuck was a different person this would be the minute he kissed Mark sweetly, said I like you, and asked him out on a date. But Donghyuck is not that person. So all he does is wait.
Mark nervously plays with the edge of his shirt.
“What?” Donghyuck has to ask.
“Do you wanna do this again sometime?”
Donghyuck’s mouth talks before his brain can think about it. “I don’t do relationships.”
Mark’s expression doesn’t seem to change, as if he had been prepared for this. “I get that. We could still do this.” He says, gesturing between them. “If you want. Casually.”
“What, like neighbours with benefits?” Donghyuck asks, coy, as if he hasn’t texted the phrase to Jaemin at least 15 times trying to will it into existence.
“Yeah, sure.” Mark laughs. “I think we’re good together.”
Donghyuck kisses him, licking into Mark’s mouth lewdly given the fact that his door is wide open right now and anyone could see. “Sounds fun. I’m down.”
He gives Mark another couple kisses — something about kissing Mark is so addictive — and strolls away, trying to hide how hard his heart is pounding.
donghyuck > gays aloud
MANIFESTATION FUCKING WORKS PEOPLE
⧫
It’s only the next day, when Donghyuck is sitting eating his lunch in a high-rise building in Manhattan, that he thinks to check the text from Mark.
[unknown number]
you look so hot in my hoodie right now
The text that Mark sent last night, as Donghyuck went to leave. Donghyuck flushes. Fuck this man and his ability to make Donghyuck blush.
donghyuck
who is this
stalker
im blocking u
mark lee
haha
Donghyuck slowly finishes his Caesar Salad with his phone face down to make Mark sweat.
mark lee
omg donghyuck its mark
mark from the apartment building
pls unblock me
Donghyuck bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself smiling.
donghyuck
i will need picture proof.
or im reporting ur ass
mark lee
im still in bed rn
so this is the best you’re getting
Donghyuck pretends to not be ashamed of the amount of time he spends staring at the picture.
donghyuck
:O ! it is you !
mark lee
glad u remember me 🙌
donghyuck
ur dick game is insane mark lee. of course i remember you
my ASS remembers u
mark lee
lee donghyuck it is 9 in the morning
donghyuck
oooh sorry hyung i'll be good
mark lee
blocking u
donghyuck
what so you dont get a boner?
mark lee
…
come over tonight?
donghyuck
;)