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The ring of Mark’s alarm blares in the hotel room, startling Donghyuck awake. He groans under his breath, pulling the pillow over his head to cover the noise.
“Why,” he whines into the mattress, reaching his hand out from under the covers to poke at whatever part of Mark he can reach. His finger ends up in Mark’s warm armpit, which makes him roll away.
“Niagara,” Mark mumbles, his voice rough with sleep.
Donghyuck slides the pillow off his face and back under his head, blinking slowly as he takes in the sight before him. Mark is barely awake as he reaches for his phone to turn the alarm off. His hair sticks out in every direction, his eyes puffy with sleep, pillow lines creased into his cheek. The light filters through the curtains, sun slowly rising along with them and Donghyuck watches Mark move, almost in slow motion, like he’s swimming in honey. He sits up, sheets pooling at his waist and his rumpled sleep shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin.
There’s something raw and honest about Mark in the mornings. He’s softer, less rigid, not quite awake enough for work mode to turn on. This Mark is clingy and romantic and warm, he lets Donghyuck win petty arguments to make him smile and kisses him as long as they have time to.
Donghyuck loves Mark in every moment of the day, but he could live in this space between sleep and wakefulness forever. Touching Mark, taking in every inch of his skin, the flutter of his lashes, every sleepy sigh. Everything is easier here, without the pressure or expectations, before anyone comes knocking at their door and they have to turn on their personas.
Their realest versions exist in the early mornings and late nights, between the sheets and in the back of dimly lit restaurants. Where Mark lets his guard down and Donghyuck’s voice gets deeper, where their love doesn't have to be quiet.
That’s why Donghyuck does what he can to stay in those spaces for as long as possible. “You know,” he tries, waiting for Mark to turn back to him. He traces his fingers down Mark’s chest, smiling. “You don’t have to go just because you made a plan to.”
He knows how Mark is. Even half-asleep, Mark is Mark, righteous and loyal to a fault, determined to do what's right no matter what. His loyalty is carved into his bones, unwavering despite how hard Donghyuck tries to tempt him. Donghyuck loves this about him, the steadiness of his heart and his determination, but he’s the complete opposite. He leans towards impulse and late mornings, chasing whatever feels good in the moment.
“You could come with us,” Mark answers, taking Donghyuck’s hand in his and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to his fingers.
Donghyuck lets out a laugh, shaking his head. “I’m good.”
Mark tugs at his hand, pulling Donghyuck until he’s sprawled on top of him, legs slotting together. He curls his other hand around the back of Donghyuck’s neck, slipping into his hair. The kiss starts soft, lazy almost, their lips moving together with no urgency. Donghyuck lets himself melt into it, sinking into Mark a little more, almost trying to fuse their bodies together into the mattress.
Donghyuck’s hands slip under Mark’s shirt, palms skimming over his warm skin, curling around the curve of Mark’s waist. Mark’s skin is soft under his hands as he deepens the kiss, parting his lips in a quiet sigh that Donghyuck swallows. The kiss feels familiar and easy, Mark pulls and Donghyuck follows, a well-rehearsed choreography that lives deep in their bodies.
Donghyuck pulls back to kiss down Mark’s neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses, damp and warm. Mark tilts his head back, giving him more room, his breath hitching in that way that makes Donghyuck feel like he’s won something. “If you stay,” he says softly, letting his breath ghost across Mark’s collarbone, “I’ll suck you off.”
“Tempting offer,” Mark groans, the sound vibrating in his chest. “But I promised Doyoung.”
Donghyuck lets out an exaggerated sigh and rolls off of Mark. “I can’t believe you’re leaving me for another man,” he huffs, throwing his arms over his face.
“You’re so dramatic,” Mark laughs. “I’ll be back before you’re even awake again and we might even have time to fool around.”
Donghyuck slowly drags his arm down, narrowing his eyes at him. “The blowjob was a one time offer.”
“Mhm,” Mark hums, like he can see right through Donghyuck’s bluff. He leans over, pressing another soft kiss to Donghyuck’s lips. “We’ll see when I’m back.”
Donghyuck clings to his hand as Mark starts pulling away. His fingers curl around Mark’s wrist, giving it a gentle tug to try and keep him there. “No,” Donghyuck whines when Mark swings his legs off the bed to get up. “Stay.”
Mark chuckles softly but he stands, taking his sleep shirt off on the way to his luggage. Donghyuck follows his movements as Mark gets undressed, the curve of his ass as he pulls down his boxers and steps into new ones, the softness of his skin under the gentle morning light, it almost makes Donghyuck want to get up and go with him.
Almost.
Instead, he rolls back into the warm comfort of the bed, burrowing his face into the pillow. He can hear the water splashing from the bathroom, the faint click of toiletries and Mark swishing around mouthwash. The domestic soundtrack has Donghyuck’s eyes feeling heavy again, lulling him back to sleep.
Mark comes back out after a few minutes and he walks to Donghyuck’s side of the bed, leaning down to press a soft, minty kiss to his lips. “I’m heading out.”
“Can you get me a coffee on your way back?” Donghyuck asks with a smile, eyes following Mark as he moves towards the entryway to get a jacket.
Mark gives him a knowing look, then nods. “Iced Americano and a pastry because you won’t make an effort to eat anything before we have to leave.”
Donghyuck grins. “You know me so well, are you in love with me or something?”
“Ten years together will do that to you,” Mark answers simply.
Donghyuck frowns playfully. “We’ve only been dating for three,” he protests.
“Not if you count from our first kiss,” Mark says, coming back to the bed to press his lips to Donghyuck's in an effort to shut him up.
Donghyuck makes a small, contented noise, lips chasing after Mark’s when he pulls away. “I’ll see you later.”
“Mmmm,” Donghyuck murmurs as the door clicks shut. He falls back into the pillows, almost immediately drifting back to sleep, knowing Mark will be back by the time he wakes up again.