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“Come to my room when we get to the hotel,” Mark whispers as he passes him backstage. His fingers drag along Donghyuck’s waist, lips brushing the shell of his ear as he heads into the dressing room. It’s not subtle in any way, but neither is their relationship. Everyone knows they’re together; it’s impossible not to, with the way they’re constantly gravitating to each other and the countless times they’ve been caught making out in empty practice rooms.
Donghyuck trails a few steps behind him, following him inside so he can change out of his concert clothes. He can feel Mark’s gaze on him without even needing to look, feels it burning through him with its intensity. Donghyuck makes eye contact with him through the mirror as he peels his shirt over his head, using it to wipe down the sweat off his chest. He lets the fabric drag over his skin, biting back a smirk when he catches Mark clenching his jaw in the reflection.
When Sungchan pops in to say goodbye, Donghyuck can’t resist making a show of it. He leans in close, brushing his hand over Sungchan’s cheek when he calls him cute, loud enough for Mark to hear. He’s been playing like this all day, dancing closer than necessary, making hearts with Sungchan for the cameras. It’s a little mean, but Mark is so easy to rile up and Donghyuck loves every second of it. The way Mark’s brows furrow in frustration, how his fingers dig into his palms, hands curling into fists, and if he were close enough, Donghyuck would probably be able to hear Mark grumbling to himself about the flirting. They’ve been doing this dance for years, Donghyuck knows it better than anything else and he never gets tired of it.
For the sake of not being the next Dispatch headline, they don’t take the same car back to the hotel. Mark tends to get handsy and desperate when he’s pent up, nearly impossible to keep away, and as much as Donghyuck enjoys it behind closed doors, he doesn’t think it’s worth risking their careers.
So he ends up squished between Chenle and Jeno, trying to pay attention to the conversation they’re having and timing his laughs just right so they don’t notice his mind is in the other car, where Mark is simmering in a soup of jealousy, anticipation, and post-show adrenaline.
When he gets to the hotel, he doesn’t even pretend to stop by his room. He walks past Jeno, ignoring the knowing look he gives him and knocks on Mark’s door. It swings open almost instantly, like Mark was waiting by the door for Donghyuck to show up. He pulls Donghyuck in by the hand and presses him against the opposing wall, pushing his face into his neck before breathing him in.
“Good, you didn’t shower,” Mark murmurs against his skin.
“I know what come to my room means,” Donghyuck laughs, threading his fingers in Mark’s hairspray stiff hair, tugging lightly at the strands.
Mark’s hands are already under his shirt, hot against his skin, impatient and demanding in a way Mark rarely is. Donghyuck is no stranger to Mark’s post-concert pent up energy, but there’s something darker about him tonight, more possessive, which means Donghyuck’s little game worked.
“You’re a little more intense than usual though,” Donghyuck observes, tilting his head as Mark’s lips start trailing down his neck. “What’s got you so worked up?”
Mark growls against Donghyuck’s shoulder. “Sungchan.”
Donghyuck can’t help the delighted laugh that comes out of his mouth. “You’re jealous,” Donghyuck teases, running his hands down Mark’s tense shoulders. “Cute.”
“Shut up,” Mark hisses, pressing his hips forward and pining Donghyuck more firmly against the wall.
Donghyuck pulls at Mark’s hair until he’s looking at him, taking in the flush on his cheeks and the intensity in his eyes. “Make me.”
Mark’s mouth crashes against his, hungry, clashing their teeth together. Kissing Mark when he gets like this is one of Donghyuck’s favourite things. All of his usual precision and gentleness goes out the window and he’s all desperation and tongue and small noises Donghyuck loves to swallow. He throws his arms around Mark’s shoulders and lets him slobber all over his face as they stumble towards the bed.
They separate just long enough for Mark to pull Donghyuck’s shirt over his head and toss it aside before pushing him onto the mattress. Donghyuck bounces as he lands, looking up at Mark who stands at the edge of the bed. His lips are slick and pink, the light of the hotel room catching on the saliva and making his chin shiny.
“Did you flirt with Sungchan just to make me jealous?” Mark asks, yanking his own shirt over his head.
Donghyuck lets his eyes travel slowly over Mark’s torso, taking his time to answer the question. His gaze lingers on Mark’s chiseled chest, the dips of his collarbones, the defined arms he’s been sculpting at the gym with Jaemin. His muscles flex when he discards his shirt on the floor and Donghyuck bites back a moan. He wants him, but he’s not desperate enough yet to let Mark know how bad.
“Maybe,” Donghyuck finally answers when he’s stared at Mark long enough to feel satisfied. He stretches his arms above his head, arching his back against the sheets, putting himself on display for Mark. “Did it work?”
Something dark flashes in Mark’s eyes and he’s on top of him in seconds, bracing his weight on his forearms. He hovers above Donghyuck, breath hot against Donghyuck’s lips. “What do you think?”
Donghyuck drags his finger down Mark’s chest, nail pressing in a little. “Are you going to punish me for it?”
Mark catches his hand, pulling it off of him and pressing it into the mattress. He trails kisses down Donghyuck’s neck, across his collarbone, his shoulder, mapping down Donghyuck’s body. “You drive me crazy.”
“You love it though.”
Mark doesn’t answer, which Donghyuck takes as a win. He keeps moving, mouth hot against Donghyuck’s chest and hands working at his belt. When he pulls Donghyuck’s pants down, he runs his fingers through the soft hair on his lower stomach, smiling softly.
“You didn’t shave.”
“I know what you like,” Donghyuck breathes out.
Mark buries his face there, nuzzling into the soft hair trailing down from his navel. He glances up through his lashes, eyes lit with awe, and traces slow patterns with his tongue, leaving damp trails over Donghyuck’s stomach. It’s almost too much, the way Mark worships him — every press of his lips is a sign of unspoken devotion, like Donghyuck is something sacred.
“God,” Mark whispers, almost to himself. “You’re so hot.”
“Mark Lee,” Donghyuck fakes a gasp. “Using the Lord’s name in vain is a sin.”
Mark grins. “It’s not in vain if I’m talking about the angel He sent for me,” he replies, pressing kisses along Donghyuck’s hips.
Donghyuck sits up on his elbows to look down at him. “You can’t get all sentimental with me right now.”
“Why not?”
“I want possessive Mark,” Donghyuck says, pouting.
Mark chuckles. “I can be both.”
Almost wanting to prove it, Mark sinks his teeth into the flesh of Donghyuck’s inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. Donghyuck gasps, sharp pain turning into pleasure that make his hips twitch involuntarily.
“Mine,” Mark groans, low and guttural. “Turn around.”
Donghyuck flips onto his stomach, pressing his cheek to the pillow. He closes his eyes for a second, hears Mark fiddle with something on the nightstand, then the snap of a bottle and the slick sound of lube being spread between Mark’s fingers. He waits as patiently as he can, body already aching to be touched, and then one of Mark’s hands finds him, spreading him open. The first finger presses inside, inching in slowly and Donghyuck exhales, trying to relax into it.
Mark always takes his time with him, no matter how desperately he wants Donghyuck, his innate need to take care of him takes precedence. He makes sure Donghyuck is loose and comfortable before sliding a second finger in.
This one eases in with a little more resistance and Donghyuck grits his teeth at the brief sting. He feels Mark’s knuckles, the careful push of them inside him and his jaw clenches. A low groan slips out of him and he shifts, trying to find a better angle. Mark’s other hand finds the small of his back, stroking up and down in soothing motions. “Breathe, baby.”
Donghyuck nods and takes a deep breath, letting the tension melt from his body. Mark starts moving his fingers again in gentle scissoring motions that stretch him open little by little, discomfort fading into something a little more pleasurable.
“Shit,” Donghyuck whispers when Mark adds a third finger. He doesn’t push too hard and his other hand keeps rubbing Donghyuck’s back, stroking soft circles over his skin. He gives Donghyuck a second and then crooks his fingers, hitting a spot that has Donghyuck gasping, hips rocking back instinctively.
“Mark– fuck,” Donghyuck hisses, turning his head back. “Get inside me.”
Mark hums behind him, pressing into the same spot a little stronger. “I think I want to do this for a little longer,” he says with a smirk, pulling his fingers almost all the way out before sliding them back in.
Donghyuck whines. “As much as I love your fingers, I didn’t spend all night fake-flirting with Sungchan for foreplay.”
Mark huffs out a laugh and pulls his fingers out with a wet sound. He slaps Donghyuck’s ass lightly, making him jolt. “Brat.”
Donghyuck makes a pleased noise, shimmying his hips as Mark tugs the rest of his clothes off.
The bed shifts as he climbs over Donghyuck, one hand pressing firmly into the mattress beside Donghyuck’s head, caging him in. Donghyuck’s breath hitches when he feels Mark’s hard cock sliding right into the dip of his ass. Mark lets it rest there, heavy and warm, as he reaches for the lube, and dripping the cool gel over his length. He smooths it over with his fingers before pressing the tip against Donghyuck’s hole.
Mark pauses, just for a second, before easing in, inch by inch, giving Donghyuck time to stretch around him. Donghyuck’s eyes flutter closed, his mouth falling open in a soft groan at the burn. Mark moves gently, each thrust gentle and careful, like he’s afraid of breaking Donghyuck. Donghyuck’s used to it now, to the raw intimacy, the honesty in the way Mark touches him. But it used to scare him. When they were younger, fumbling through the beginnings of this, Mark’s intensity and all-consuming love had felt too much, too real. Now, Donghyuck basks in the way Mark looks at him like he’s the center of the universe and touches him like he’s a precious piece of art.
His pace only shifts when Donghyuck decides he’s ready and starts pushing back against him, body silently begging for more. That’s when Mark gives in, driving deeper with long, powerful thrusts that have the headboard banging softly into the wall with each movement. Donghyuck lets his entire brain go quiet, focused on nothing but the feeling of Mark inside him and the sound of their bodies meeting.
“Fuck, Mark,” Donghyuck whines, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Mark groans in response before leaning forward to press his chest flush against Donghyuck’s back. His arms brace beside Donghyuck’s head, trapping him in place as his hips snap forward in a relentless, steady rhythm.
”You take me so well,” Mark pants, lacing their fingers together. “So tight for me.”
Donghyuck can’t stop the needy little gasps that spill from his lips as his cock drags against the sheets with each thrust. He glances back at Mark above him and finds himself mesmerized by the way his arms flex beside him, muscles taut and veins standing out under his skin. He looks unreal, almost too good to be true, and Donghyuck can’t quite believe he’s his.
”Mine,” Mark groans almost on cue right against Donghyuck’s ear. He reaches his arm back, fingers tangling in Mark’s damp hair to pull him into a messy kiss.
"Yes," Donghyuck whines in Mark's mouth. "Yours, ah— all yours."
The kiss breaks the moment Mark picks up the pace again and Donghyuck’s arms give out. He sinks into the mattress, letting himself go fully pliant.
“Good boy,” Mark murmurs, making Donghyuck shudder at the praise. Mark pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in and Donghyuck cries out in pleasure.
Mark repeats the motion, each push of his hips driving deeper and harder than the last. Donghyuck’s vision blurs with tears and he buries his face in the pillow, muffling the raw and needy moans that spill out of him uncontrollably.
With every thrust, Donghyuck feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His mind spins with how much he loves this – the feeling of Mark inside him, the weight of his body, the way Mark groans right against his ear and the salty taste of his own tears on his lips mixed with the sweat that drips from Mark’s hair onto his face.
Mark slows the rhythm down a little, pressing a gentle kiss at the nape of Donghyuck’s neck before curling one hand into Donghyuck’s hair, tugging until Donghyuck’s head tips back. His other hand slides over Donghyuck’s mouth, fingertips pressing to his lips.
Donghyuck parts his lips without hesitation, letting Mark slip two fingers into his mouth. He sucks them, curling his tongue around them as Mark fucks in and out of him with precision. Drool slips from the corner of his mouth, dribbling down his chin and pooling on the pillow under him.
”You like that?” Mark pants. “Like it when I fuck you so good you can’t even speak.”
Donghyuck clenches around him in response, making Mark’s hips stutter for a second.
”No one else gets to see you like this,” Mark continues, biting at his shoulder gently. “Just me.”
Donghyuck sobs around his fingers, a wet broken whimper of Mark’s name, because that’s all he can manage right now. His brain’s gone syrupy, body like jelly under Mark.
Mark pulls his fingers from Donghyuck’s mouth and slides them down, wrapping them wet around his cock. With only two strokes, Donghyuck is gone, orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He moans brokenly as his cock jerks in Mark’s hand with every spurt of come.
Mark fucks him through it, his pace growing erratic as he chases his own release. Donghyuck feels like a frayed live wire, every thrust sending jolts of electricity along his spine, lighting up every nerve ending. Each slam of Mark’s hips is a fresh surge of current that goes racing through his body.
”Fuck,” Mark gasps, pulling out. Donghyuck barely has time to process the sudden emptiness before Mark presses his forehead between his shoulder blades. He grunts and Donghyuck feels him come, splashing warm and sticky across his back.
They lie still for a second, chest against back, breaths heavy and air heady. Mark shifts first, brushing his nose along Donghyuck’s shoulder and pressing lazy kisses over his skin before rolling off to lay next to Donghyuck. Donghyuck curls into his side, slotting their legs together.
“I love you,” Donghyuck murmurs, pressing a kiss to Mark’s jaw.
“I love you too,” Mark says, arm tightening around him. “Brat.”