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Mark has slept around for as long as he can remember now. He isn't exactly sure how a few casual hook-ups turned into getting dicked down by practically the entire gay portion (and a bit of the straight portion) of the student body, but he isn't complaining, either. And he doesn't mind being known for sex—it's flattering, really. He likes it, likes pleasing others, likes fooling around.So what if no one cares about how silly he acts outside of the bedroom or how he's steadily working toward another music degree with his three best-friends-slash-bandmates? He doesn't need them to. He isn't looking for someone to care; he's perfectly satisfied with his small circle of friends and weekly dick appointments.Or so he thought.Tonight is no exception to the typical Friday night—in other words, a party at his bandmate Jeno's off-campus apartment. Mark has spent the first couple hours shyly making his way around the crowd, flirting with some of his previous hook-ups here and there. He isn't drinking, for once, which makes the whole concept of socializing a little less appealing than normal.He still plans on having some fun, though. It isn't until well into the night, after he's tired himself out from all the talking and dancing, that he notices a fresh pair of eyes on him. He's busy hanging off of his other bandmate Chenle where he’s stationed possessively by the new speakers he bought Jeno—“I am not letting your clumsy friend Donghyuck break another one”—when he makes eye contact with someone he's never seen before.No, wait. He has seen him before. He could never forget someone that attractive. But who is he?After a few minutes of ogling the mystery person, he sees the stranger's lips turn up in a small smile, and oh, fuck, Mark hasn't been all that subtle with his staring, huh?Desperately wishing he had a drink to chug down and give him the boost of confidence he craves, he lets out a shaky exhale, detaching himself from Chenle to shyly make his way into the crowd.To his relief, the stranger approaches him as well, the two of them meeting somewhere in the middle of the living room floor where various students are grinding and making out.Mark’s breath catches in his throat. The guy is even prettier close up. “Uh, hey,” Mark whispers, face burning just at the feeling of someone so remarkably beautiful checking him out.“Hey to you, Chenle's cute friend,” the other boy says back, a curious smile playing on his lips. Mark burns delightedly at the words, already wondering why this guy didn't seek him out earlier.“What's, um… What’s your name?” he chokes out, wincing at how stupid he sounds, but seriously, who the hell?“Ah, it's Jaemin,” the ungodly attractive person tells him, wetting his lips, hands gently finding Mark’s waist to help steady him as he's shoved slightly by the surrounding crowd. “Careful.” Another smile. “I’m a med student. You’re Mark, right?”“That would be me,” Mark replies with a nervous smile, body already warm just from the subtle touch. He doesn't bother asking how Jaemin knows him—he is a famously good fuck, after all. Most of his surprise is at the fact that this is their first time speaking. Man, he wishes they had met another night—a night where he had alcohol in his system to make him smoother and bolder and less… this.“You looked kind of tired over there by the speakers, so you can say no,” Jaemin starts, Mark’s eyes widening slightly as he holds onto every word. Even this guy’s voice is attractive. Gentle, velvety. “But I was going to ask if you wanted to dance.”“Oh, I, uh… I was tired, but not anymore,” Mark says evenly, though he's sure his cheeks are red—hopefully Jaemin can't see them too well in the dim lighting.“That’s good, because I love this song,” Jaemin replies with a cheeky smile, arms wrapping fully around Mark's waist now, pulling their bodies closer together and swaying them around chaotically to the beat of whatever pop song is blasting at the moment.Mark can't help but burst out laughing at the ridiculous way Jaemin spins them around, and Jaemin’s eyes light up at the noise. He suddenly leans forward to dip Mark back dramatically, making him yelp in surprise, though he's still laughing.“Hey! What are you doing?”“Dancing,” Jaemin states.“Well,” Mark says with a grin, incredibly caught off guard by how playful this guy is—but it's doing wonders for his comfort level. “This… wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when you told me you wanted to dance.”“Oh?” Jaemin hums, eyes glinting just slightly—and then, in the blink of an eye, he's rotating Mark and pulling him flush against him so that they're back-to-chest. His voice quiets. “This what you had in mind, then?”Mark’s entire body washes over with heat at the abrupt change in mood. Who is this guy?“I—Uh,” he splutters, trying to shake his surprise. He laughs as soon as he recovers, eagerly pressing back against Jaemin. “Yeah, this is typically the type of dancing I’m used to.”Jaemin’s breath comes hot at the shell of his ear, and Mark can tell that he's smiling. “Well, lucky for you, I’m good at this kind, too.”Mark lets out a content sigh at that, eyes fluttering shut as Jaemin just slightly grinds against him to the music of whatever song is starting now. He lets himself grind back, reveling in the hitch of Jaemin’s breath that his ears just barely catch.This is an entirely different experience sober, Mark has to admit. But fuck, he's so turned on.“You’re so fucking hot. Why haven’t we spoken before?” Mark finally speaks after a good minute of the pair moving against each other, confidence boosted a little now that he's no longer facing Jaemin. “I don’t party that much,” Jaemin admits quietly into his ear. “My lovely roommate dragged me here tonight and then left me to fend for myself. Can’t say I’m mad, though.”Mark hums in understanding. This definitely isn't the first I hate partying, but my roommate dragged me along hook-up of his. But hell, he swears he's never met someone as intriguing as Jaemin before.Just as his tight jeans are starting to grow uncomfortable—Jaemin's, too, judging from the bulge Mark feels pressing into his ass—they're interrupted.It's his best friend. Goddamn Donghyuck, practically flying into Mark out of nowhere, grabbing him so aggressively he's yanked out of Jaemin’s grip.“Maaark!” Donghyuck cries. “Please, help me! I need your help, please!” Mark has never wanted Donghyuck to disappear so badly in their many years of friendship. He offers an apologetic look over his shoulder to Jaemin, who looks immensely concerned for the boy who just stole his dance partner.“What is it, dude?” Mark asks, mildly annoyed that Donghyuck decided to appear while he was in the middle of grinding on the most charming person he's ever met.“I’m gonna…” Donghyuck doubles over and buries his face in Mark’s chest, letting out a distressed shout. “I think I’m gonna fuck Renjun!”“What?” Mark shouts back, forgetting Jaemin for the moment, because shit, Donghyuck has been yearning for Renjun—their childhood friend—for a pathetically long time. “Are you serious?”“Yes, fuck, I’m gonna throw up,” Donghyuck whines. “He’s coming to pick me up, and then we’re going back to his because his roommate is away for the weekend. Fuck!" “Oh, god, baby, are you gonna make it?” Mark mumbles, hugging his friend and patting his head just before he very abruptly remembers the person he was just dancing with. He releases Donghyuck—nearly tosses him out of his arms, really—and whips around, heart dropping at the mere thought of losing Jaemin before they even do anything.To his great relief, and for some unknown reason, Jaemin is still standing behind him, watching the encounter with an entertained smile. Mark lets out an embarrassingly blatant sigh in relief, reaching out to take Jaemin’s hand, more confident thanks to the adrenaline rush Donghyuck’s news gave him.“Shit, sorry, uh. My best friend is about to get laid,” he says, eyes wide and apologetic. He takes in a deep breath, knowing if he never utters the next words, he—and his dick—will regret it for the rest of his lifespan. "Um, but if you wanted to get away from this scene at any point, I can come find you after and we can go to my place? If you want, I mean.”Jaemin nods coolly, eyes glimmering at the proposition. His mouth opens to reply, but Donghyuck is suddenly manhandling Mark again, tugging him out of the crowd with a yell of He’s on his way! while Mark huffs in annoyance. He offers Jaemin one last apologetic glance, and then the pretty boy is out of his sight.Mark slaps the back of Donghyuck's head the moment they're out the door.“Ow!” “You’re a shitty friend, you know that? I was just about to have my life changed by an incredibly sexy med student.”“Well, I’m about to have my life changed by an incredibly sexy Renjun.” Mark can't exactly argue with that, only huffing again as he aids an unstable Donghyuck in finding the apartment complex’s exit. “Baby, do you really want your first time with Renjun to be while you’re drunk off your ass? What if you pass out sucking his dick or something? Or throw up mid-sex?”Donghyuck gives him a quizzical look. “Drunk? I only had a sip of Jeno's drink.”Mark blinks, stopping the two of them in their tracks, before whacking the back of Donghyuck’s head again, this time twice as hard.“Ow!” “A goddamn sip?” Mark seethes. “You’re telling me you acted like that in front of my incredibly sexy med student, then forced me to chaperone you to Renjun’s car, on one sip of alcohol?”“I need moral support, asshole!” Donghyuck argues. Mark sighs, but his temporary annoyance is already fading—Donghyuck really has been pining after Renjun way too long for this not to be cause for an emergency pep talk. Meanwhile, inside Jeno's apartment, Jaemin wanders around, hoping the slight bulge in his black jeans isn't too obvious. He just watched Mark usher his clearly intoxicated friend out of the building with a fond smile and decided it was wise to locate Chenle and give him a heads up that he'll probably be disappearing to go have sex at some point soon.It takes a few minutes, but he finally finds his roommate hiding behind Jeno by the speakers, right where Mark was hanging out with him earlier. He offers a friendly nod to Jeno—the two of them are in the same year, but they're only really acquainted through Chenle.“Hey, loser, you good?” Jaemin calls, waving his hand in front of a very drunk, slightly dazed-looking Chenle. Jeno moves out of the way to give them some privacy, tending to his laptop that he has hooked up to the speakers.“Oh my god. I forgot you were here!” Chenle cries, sounding concerned despite his intoxicated state. He gives Jaemin a tight hug, probably as an attempt to make up for the fact that he left his anti-party roommate at a party by himself for nearly two hours. “It’s fine.” Jaemin waves him off with a playful eye roll. “But just so you know, I think I’m leaving early to hook up with someone. That really cute guy from your boyband. The shy guitarist—I mean, the shy guitarist that isn't Jisung.” “Boyband?” Chenle splutters, features suddenly contorting into a scowl. “First of all, we’re not a boyband. Never say the word boyband again. We’re an established rock band. Right, Jeno?”“Hm?” Jeno's head turns to the pair. “What were you saying?”“Jaemin just tried to call DRE4M a boyband.”Jeno shrugs, offering Jaemin an amused smile in regards to Chenle’s attitude. “He can call us a boyband if he wants, Chenle. It really doesn’t matter much.”“But we’re not a fucking boyband! Only Jisung knows how to dance. Fuck, I miss Jisung so much,” Chenle whines, then suddenly whips back to face Jaemin, wide-eyed. “Wait, what? You’re fucking Mark? No way!”“I think so, yeah,” Jaemin says back with a sheepish grin, a little embarrassed at how loudly Chenle just declared that in front of Jeno and whatever other students are lingering nearby. “If you need me to stay, though, I’ll stay. Is Jisung still sick? I don’t want you to walk home alone.”“He’ll just pass out on my couch when everyone leaves and spend the night. Don’t worry about it, Jaemin,” Jeno speaks for Chenle, giving Jaemin a reassuring smile. “You’re a good roommate. Go tell Mark we said hi.”Jaemin smiles back, internally thanking Jeno—honestly, he would've been really disappointed if he didn’t get to touch Mark at some point tonight. He's only seen him around campus a few times and heard about him through Chenle and DRE4M's social media, but man, he's something special.“I’ll get going, then. Don’t puke too much.” He pats Chenle on the head before turning on his heel, leaving through the doorway where Mark and the other guy exited just a few minutes ago.When he makes it outside, the two are standing by the street, Mark holding his friend in his arms while he murmurs something to him, a more serious expression on his face than the giggly, carefree one Jaemin saw earlier. Jaemin slows his steps a little, wondering if it would be out of place to intrude on whatever is happening.Before he can go back into the apartment complex and hide, though, Mark’s eyes meet his, widening at the sight of Jaemin hesitating by the entrance.“Jaemin!” he calls, surprised. Jaemin decides that he really likes the way his name sounds coming out of Mark's mouth.“Hi,” Jaemin replies, cautiously approaching the two. He offers Mark's friend a smile while he takes in Jaemin’s appearance. “You guys okay?”“You were right. He is so your type,” Donghyuck whispers loudly, ignoring Jaemin's question and turning to pat Mark’s head in apology. “Sorry for interrupting.”Mark gawks, shoving his friend away from him. “Dude!” Jaemin chokes out a laugh, his cheeks hot, hardly able to contain his delight at the words.“Sorry about him. He’s a pest,” Mark says, avoiding Jaemin’s eyes. “Oh, introductions. This is my friend Donghyuck.” He turns to Donghyuck, sending him a glare of warning. “And this is Jaemin…”“…your incredibly sexy med student,” Donghyuck supplies. Mark lunges at him this time, nearly tackling Donghyuck to the ground as he hisses something along the lines of I’m gonna tell Renjun to turn his damn car around if you don’t shut up! Mark is beyond grateful when he sees Renjun's car pulling up to the curb, putting a halt to whatever other horrible things Donghyuck was planning on saying in front of Jaemin. It slows to a stop, then its window rolls down to reveal a visibly confused, somewhat flustered Renjun.“Um…?” he calls, clearly not expecting the crowd. “Are you guys good?”“Oh—Renjun!” Donghyuck yelps, pushing Mark away from him so hard he nearly falls onto the pavement, Jaemin's arms reaching out to steady him before he can.“Hyuck,” Renjun greets with a smile. “Hi, Mark.” Renjun squints as he makes out the boy holding onto Mark. “Hi… Jaemin?” Donghyuck and Mark tense a little, sending each other looks of surprise.
Renjun knows Jaemin?
Mark and Jaemin both say their greetings while Donghyuck walks around to the passenger seat of Renjun’s car, glaring at Mark as he does. Mark only sticks out his tongue in response.“Do either of you want a ride? It’s freezing,” Renjun asks, still eyeing the other two curiously. “Actually, it wasn’t a question. Get in before you get sick and then give me your germs.”Mark laughs, pulling out of Jaemin’s arms to look back at him with a question in his eyes. Jaemin nods in response, seeming to understand without a word what he's asking, before the two shyly scoot into the backseat of Renjun’s car.“We’re going back to mine,” Mark says quietly as Renjun starts to drive off. Renjun only hums in acknowledgement and turns in the appropriate direction, doing a fine job hiding the shock of finding out that the two of them are about to hook up. Mark moves a little closer to Jaemin to mumble into his ear, “So, uh, how do you know Renjun?”“You’re a shit whisperer,” Renjun calls from the driver’s seat. “We sit together in biology.”“Hey, what're you doing in bio with med students?” Donghyuck cries, leaning over to nuzzle against Renjun’s arm—at least, as best as he can with Renjun’s hands on the steering wheel. “Stop being so smart.”Renjun doesn't have a chance to answer, though—and really, Mark doesn't think Donghyuck actually wanted an answer, just an excuse to praise Renjun—because soon they're pulling toward the building Mark resides in, just down the street from Jeno's place.“Take care, guys,” Renjun calls as the two exit the vehicle, mumbling their thank yous, while Donghyuck crows, “Use protection!” Mark’s head snaps toward his best friend, eyes narrowed evilly. Donghyuck's amused expression drops lightning fast, immediately being replaced with one of terror.“Renjun, drive!” he shouts, trying to escape before Mark can yell anything back in retaliation.“How about you use protection?” Mark belts just as Renjun presses on the gas. “And try not to throw up on Renjun's dick!”The car speeds away, Mark cackling with glee at his successful revenge. He stops laughing instantly, though, once he realizes: 1. He's now alone with Jaemin outside his building, and 2. The incredibly sexy med student he somehow managed to pull just witnessed him acting like a total moron.“Shit. Sorry,” he whispers, but Jaemin only laughs, taking his hand and walking with him toward the entrance to the building. Jaemin grins as Mark struggles to swipe his key card, hands shaking too much in anticipation, before he takes mercy on him and grabs his hand to steady it so they can go inside. Desperate to distract himself from how embarrassed he is, Mark clears his throat. “Does your roommate know you abandoned him?”“He abandoned me, remember,” Jaemin retorts, hand swiftly finding its way to the small of Mark’s back. “And yeah, I informed him. He said hi, by the way. My roommate is Chenle.”Mark freezes for a moment, wide eyes meeting Jaemin’s, lips parted in shock. “What? Chenle… is your roommate? Oh my god, his roommate is named Jaemin!” Jaemin smiles amusedly. “Yup.”“That’s so insane! Chenle and I are really close,” Mark babbles while he tugs Jaemin up the stairs with him to the second floor where his room is located. “Mark, I know that,” Jaemin says with a laugh. “I have, like, ten DRE4M songs that he helped me download to my phone. You have a great voice, by the way.”Mark practically flinches in surprise.Huh? Huh? None of his hook-ups have ever mentioned DRE4M to him, not one. Hell, even most of his friends aren't familiar with the quartet’s music. Without meaning to, he turns to Jaemin, backing him into the railing of the stairs a little. “Wha—You know about us?”“Yes?” Jaemin eyes him, looking just as thrown off as Mark. “Of course I do. You guys are great. I like your rock covers, too. The Armageddon one is my new workout song—always have it on repeat.”Mark blinks several times, then suddenly realizes how he has Jaemin cornered. He stumbles back and averts his eyes.“Sorry, I just…” he says, still in shock. “I wasn’t expecting you to, uh, know that about me. That makes me really happy, though.” Before Mark can embarrass himself further, he blindly reaches for Jaemin’s hand again, leading him up the last few stairs to the second floor, heart pounding as they approach his door.What the hell is happening? This guy is devastatingly attractive, not a total asshole, and listens to DRE4M’s practically unknown music? Even their covers? Mark’s head spins faster with every second he spends in Jaemin’s presence, and he's trembling from excitement before they're even inside.“You didn’t drink, did you?” Jaemin asks quietly as they pause in the doorway to pull off their shoes and socks. He peers around Mark’s place curiously, smiling at the stuffed animals strewn about his unmade bed.“Not at all,” Mark confirms, then makes an apologetic face. “I’ve probably been acting like it, though, right? Sorry, I can be kind of, um…” He trails off, internally praying that Jaemin isn't turned off already by how excitable he is. Fuck, he really wishes he had met this guy on another night. There's seriously something wrong with him today.“No, no, you weren’t,” Jaemin assures, reaching forward to place his hands on Mark's shoulders comfortingly. “I didn’t think you were—just wanted to check. I wouldn’t want to do anything serious if you were.”Mark's lips part. He's completely thrown off by the words, thinking back to how pretty much every hook-up he's ever had has been sponsored by alcohol. Jaemin seriously can’t be real.“Normally, I’d be piss drunk by now,” he admits shyly, hands cautiously squeezing Jaemin's waist. He wants this boy so bad. “But… I have community service at noon tomorrow, so…”“Community service?” Jaemin gives him a teasing smile. “What did you do?”Mark’s eyes grow large. “Nothing!” he rushes, hands bunching up around the fabric of Jaemin’s shirt at their own accord. “I just—I volunteer at one of the local nursing homes every now and then to help out. It makes me feel good.” His cheeks turn pink. “Sorry, shit—you don’t care. We’re literally about to fuck.”“Hey, no,” Jaemin argues, frowning a little. His arms loop properly around Mark's neck. “No, that’s so cute. You’re adorable.”Mark falters. He isn't used to hearing those words from anyone outside of his close friends, and even then they're typically said in a joking manner. He's just a hook-up, for fuck’s sake—why is Jaemin being so exceptionally nice to him?Before he can think of a response, he realizes where Jaemin’s eyes are—zoomed in on his lips. His heart flips in his chest. Is Jaemin going to…?“Can I kiss you?” Jaemin murmurs. Mark is sure his eyes must’ve widened astronomically at the question, his jaw dropping a little in surprise. Sure, he makes out with people at parties every now and then, but hardly while hooking up… God, he doesn't even remember the last guy he kissed.Jaemin pulls back, snapping Mark out of his trance, and searches his eyes nervously. “Sorry, is that out of the question? We don’t have to—”“Shit, no!” Mark cuts him off, realizing that Jaemin took his reaction negatively. Without a thought, he leans up to press a fleeting kiss to Jaemin’s lips, insides tingling as soon as he does. “We totally can. I just—Well, people usually don’t wanna do that sort of thing while we’re, uh…”Jaemin smiles gently in understanding, initiating a second kiss, this one a split second longer and mindblowingly soft. He hardly pulls back a centimeter to whisper against Mark's mouth, “Well I like kissing, and you’re pretty as hell, so.”He leans back in to capture Mark's lips again, not pulling away this time as their kisses multiply in intensity. They blindly shuffle toward Mark’s bed, Jaemin nudging him until he falls back on the mattress, forcing them to part.Mark immediately scoots back to sit up by the pillows, reaching out for Jaemin again as he practically climbs on top of Mark, lips fervently attaching to his. Mark sighs. His hands thread through Jaemin's soft hair, Jaemin sucking on his tongue in the meantime. Wow. He forgot how good it felt to just sit around and make out with someone.Jaemin begins to grind down on him, slowly, both of them growing harder in their restrictive jeans. He pulls his lips away from Mark’s to trail wet kisses across his jawline to his earlobe, causing Mark to gasp sharply. Jaemin is so fucking hot."Mark," he murmurs after a few more kisses. "Want me to fuck you?"Mark is so thrown off by the words, he nearly falls off the bed."What?" he breathes. He didn't even consider the idea of Jaemin giving him other options, always under the impression that whoever he's with wants to fuck him because that's how it's always been. "Uh… Yeah? I mean, hell yeah.""Good," Jaemin says with a soft smile, pecking his lips. “Can I undress you?”“God, yes,” Mark whispers. His heart rate quickens as Jaemin gently lifts his shirt up, dipping down to kiss up his torso while he tugs it over Mark's head. Mark whines in surprise at the sudden feeling of Jaemin's lips pressing against one of his nipples, all while Jaemin snakes a hand down to unbutton Mark's jeans.He takes his time, though, delicately kissing and licking across Mark's chest. Mark is practically trembling by the time he gets around to tugging his jeans down his legs and discarding them, bringing his face eye-level with Mark’s clothed boner.Mark is hardly accustomed to being paid this sort of attention in his typical one night stands. They all go pretty much the same: Mark sucks them off, they hurriedly discard the rest of their clothes, he lets them fuck him until they both come, and then they get dressed and say their goodbyes.He enjoys it just fine, but this…This is something entirely new. Mark whines again at the feeling of Jaemin pressing soft kisses across the bulge in his boxers. It's dizzying.“Jaemin,” he groans, completely embarrassed by how horny he is already. “Don't tease me.”Jaemin only smiles up at him sweetly, causing his breath to catch in his throat. “Can I suck you off?”Mark’s pupils dilate. “Wha—? I mean, fuck, you can, if you really want to.” “I really want to,” Jaemin replies cheekily, and without hesitation, pulls Mark’s boxers down his legs and carefully takes his cock into his hand.“Shit,” Mark breathes, voice choked, blinking several times to make sure this is actually real and not some bizarre wet dream. “Wait, first—take your shirt off.”“Bossy,” Jaemin says amusedly but complies, sitting back on his knees to pull his own shirt over his head. He goes for his jeans as well, seemingly understanding without words that Mark is flustered being the only one undressed. After he's done, and after he flushes at the way Mark's eyes rake down his body hungrily, he dips back down, lips wrapping around the head of Mark's cock.“Fuck!” Mark cries, embarrassed at his noisiness, but it's been far too long since he had someone’s mouth around his dick. He moans quietly as Jaemin continues to sink down, one of his hands pressed against Mark’s hip to keep him still against the mattress. And then he starts to suck, bobbing his head up and down. “Jaemin, fuck. Holy fuck. Wh-Why’d you have to room with Chenle? Fuck.” Jaemin pulls off for a moment to give Mark a grin, but Mark is too blissed out to find it in himself to be embarrassed. “You’re cute,” is all Jaemin says before sinking down again, nearly deepthroating him. Mark moans, removing a hand from Jaemin’s hair to cover his face, completely overwhelmed. “Oh my god, fuck. I forgot how good this felt. Your mouth—ah—feels so good.”Jaemin pulls off once again, eyeing Mark with curiosity. “How long has it been?”“I… I don’t even know,” Mark mumbles, embarrassed now that he's somewhat broken out of the trance he was in when Jaemin’s mouth was on him—though Jaemin is still stroking his cock, making his thighs shake. “Over a year, I think. Whenever I was with my crappy ex, but even he barely ever, y’know…”Jaemin blinks. He sits up a little in shock. “You haven’t had sex in a year?”Mark’s eyebrows furrow. Of course he's had sex—doesn't Jaemin know that? Everyone on campus knows that.“No, no… I have sex plenty.” He lets out a nervous laugh, still mildly confused. Does Jaemin not know he's a bit of a slut—or what? He clears his throat softly. “I’m always the one giving head, though. You’re honestly my first hook-up to do this in, uh… Man, I don’t know." Shit, it's kind of sad now that he thinks about it.Jaemin frowns, pouting a little—which is fucking precious. “Well, that sucks,” he declares, then cracks a smile. “Pun not intended.” He leans down to slowly lick a stripe up Mark’s cock, suckling on the head all while keeping their eye contact steady. Mark tries to bite back a whimper—and fails. “Are you close already?”“Uh. Kind of,” Mark admits shyly. “So, we should probably, uh—”“I want you to come in my mouth,” Jaemin cuts him off, sinking back down on his cock before Mark can even process the words. His eyes grow large.“Wha—Oh, fuck. Fuck.” He squirms around on the bed as Jaemin’s mouth speeds up, sucking harder than before. He tightens his fingers in Jaemin's hair, gasping for air. “Are—Are you sure?"Jaemin doesn't pull off to answer, simply looks up at Mark again with glistening eyes, gaze so intense that Mark has to squeeze his own eyes shut, worried he'll come immediately if they make eye contact for one more second. Jaemin suddenly pulls off again, causing Mark to sigh in relief—though his cock throbs painfully.“You have lube somewhere?” Jaemin asks quietly. Mark’s stomach flips. Yes, yes, yes.“Thought you’d never ask,” he practically wheezes out, breathing heavily, reaching under his pillow to reveal a conveniently placed bottle of lube and passing it over.“Can I finger you while I suck you off, baby?” Jaemin asks casually, flipping open the cap. For what feels like the hundredth time, Mark’s entire body freezes. Did Jaemin, the person who's already blown his mind beyond recovery tonight, just call him baby? Jaemin looks up, catching the borderline petrified look on Mark’s face. "Or… I don’t have to—”“That’s not what I… Fuck, yes, you can finger me,” Mark rushes with a nervous laugh. “I just—The pet name caught me off guard.” He resists the urge to feel how hot his cheeks are with the backs of his hands.“Oh, shit.” Jaemin laughs. “It just kinda slipped out, sorry.”“No!” Mark cries out louder than he meant to. “No, it’s okay. I liked it a lot.” His voice quiets considerably. "You can keep saying it. I just wasn’t expecting it.”Jaemin grins, squirting lube onto his fingers. “Yeah, baby?”Mark’s lips part with a sharp inhale. He swallows, overwhelmed by the amount of... affection? Jaemin seems to have. It's something he's never experienced before, like, ever.It takes a second to muster the courage, but he finally mumbles, "Can I call you that, too?"Jaemin's head snaps up, eyes glowing, lower lip between his teeth. "Go for it," he whispers, and then he spreads Mark's thighs apart, a lubed finger hesitantly pushing inside him.He waits for a moment, watching Mark’s face, before thrusting it a few times, his other hand wrapping around Mark's dick as he guides it back to his lips.Mark's head thumps against the pillow, a stuttered moan slipping past his lips. "Fu-Fuck, baby," he breathes, and oh, he could get used to saying that.His entire body feels as though it's engulfed in heat as his hips twitch upward into Jaemin's mouth, causing him to moan a little around Mark's cock, and fuck, could this boy be any more perfect? He abruptly feels himself falling apart as Jaemin slides in a second finger and fucks both into him more thoroughly, his mouth focused on the tip of Mark's cock while his hand covers the rest.“Jaemin,” he croaks. “Baby, I’m gonna…” He cuts himself off with a whine as Jaemin’s fingers curl inside him, back arched. His hips thrust up into Jaemin’s mouth one more time before he comes down his throat, quiet whimpers falling from his mouth and flames spreading across his insides.Jaemin pulls off of his dick with a loud swallow, smiling up at Mark with spit and cum coating his lips. His fingers continue to slowly thrust, keeping his back slightly arched off the bed.“You need a second? Should I stop?” he asks as Mark slowly recovers from his orgasm.Mark blinks for a moment, dazed, trying to remember how to speak—or think, for that matter.“Um, no, you can, ah... Keep going,” he chokes out. “I, um. I like—” He cuts himself off for a moment. What the hell is he saying? This was supposed to be a messy, rushed hook-up, where he sucked Jaemin off, got briefly dicked down, and then bid him farewell. Why is he about to tell Jaemin what he ‘likes’? What does he care?“Baby?” Jaemin hums softly, urging him to continue. “What do you like?”Mark chokes back a whine, the pet name combined with Jaemin’s fingers continuing to press inside of him resulting in the majority of his brain cells melting.“I like the, you know, the overstimulation,” he admits under his breath with red cheeks, part of him hoping Jaemin doesn't hear.He must’ve heard, though, because suddenly he's slipping in a third finger and beaming at Mark's loud gasp.“Oh, really?” he teases. "Funny, so do I. So I can help you out with that."“Ah,” Mark whines, throwing his head back in pleasure. For someone who has sex so often, it feels like it’s been ages since the last time he was paid so much attention sexually. In all honesty, he doesn't know if he ever has been.He squirms against the bed, gripping Jaemin's hair tightly while he gently nips at Mark's skin, littering a trail of light pink marks below his chest. Jaemin seems to have a decent understanding of his body already, fingers brushing against his prostate and making him let out something close to a sob.Jaemin finally detaches his lips from Mark's skin and slowly retracts his fingers, using both hands to hold Mark still while he sucks at the head of his cock again, licking off the rest of the cum that he wasn't able to swallow before. Mark yelps, hands shooting up to grip his own hair now."Too much?" Jaemin pulls away to say, crawling back up to be face level with Mark."Not at all," Mark assures, pulling Jaemin down for a kiss. "I just… might explode." He steals another kiss, then lowers his voice shyly. "Feels like a hundred years since I've had sex—which isn't true at all.""I guess I'll have to make it extra good, then," Jaemin says cheekily, fingers returning to Mark's hole and pressing in again expertly. Mark's head lolls to the side, mouth opening with a whine, body heated from head to toe with arousal and sensitivity."You definitely are," Mark gasps, thighs tensing when Jaemin's fingers find his prostate again. God, how did he even do that so quickly? "Fuck, baby, I…""I like when you call me that," Jaemin says with a goofy smile, and it's so cute it makes Mark want to laugh, but he's too busy biting back embarrassing cries as Jaemin continues to massage his prostate."Jaemin, I swear," he chokes out, squirming, cock hard against his stomach again despite how sensitive he is and ready to explode. He feels so good, he hardly feels real.If he could put this boy in his pocket and keep him there forever, he would do just that. Fuck, he doesn't even want to think about the fact that he'll probably never have Jaemin's hands on him again after tonight."So cute, Mark," Jaemin sings and moves his hand faster, like he's trying to make Mark explode a second time. He reaches out a hand to curiously play with one of Mark's nipples, tugging gently just as his fingers curl against Mark's prostate, and oh, god.It's beyond embarrassing, but Mark can't stop himself from coming again, not when Jaemin is doing so much to his sensitive body at once, all while gazing down at him like he's something precious. He lets out a choked noise and squeezes his eyes shut, slack-jawed as he feels his cum seep over his stomach again."I… did not mean to do that," he wheezes out, eyes watering when he reluctantly opens them. He tries not to drown in the overwhelming wave of pleasure that's washing over him, but Jaemin's dilated pupils and lower lip between his teeth, combined with the aftereffects of two orgasms, make it difficult to feel anything but euphoria. They make it difficult to speak, as well. "Brain… needs a second.""I think I got carried away, sorry," Jaemin says sheepishly, no mention of the fact that Mark just busted early twice in a row. "We can hold off on fucking tonight. You feel okay, baby?"Mark's eyes pop out of his skull. "Huh?"“You just came twice, and you look like you're on the verge of passing out,” Jaemin says simply, pulling his fingers out of Mark's ass and squeezing his thigh gently.
So?
It's true that he doesn't know how he'll survive having sex after all of that, but what the fuck does Jaemin care? Mark is a slut! He's plenty used to intense sex and going multiple rounds.“I—I mean, you can still fuck me,” he says once his breathing starts to even out, still appalled that Jaemin's tapping out on his behalf. “I really don't mind.”“Mark, it's okay,” Jaemin says with a warm smile, lying down next to Mark and pinching one of his cheeks. Mark pulls away with an embarrassed groan. “We can figure something else out.”Mark figures there's no point in arguing—his dick and ass could use the break, even if he is a self-titled sex champion. He lets himself greedily drink in the sight of Jaemin for a second, his cock straining hard against his boxers. God, he needs it literally anywhere.“Fuck my face,” he blurts."Oh," Jaemin breathes, eyes widening. "That's—fuck, that's hot, but are you sure?"Mark almost laughs out loud. He's swallowed at least a hundred dicks before, and none of them belonged to anyone as sweet as Jaemin, so yes, he's sure."Get over here," he says flatly. Jaemin's eyes widen more at his tone, so he dials it down, the post-orgasm haze making him a little too bold. "Please?""Shit, okay. You don't have to beg," Jaemin says with a soft laugh. "How do you want me to…?"Mark wordlessly taps the mattress on either side of his head, the thought of Jaemin straddling his face and fucking his throat so wonderful he fears it'll make him hard yet again. His breath catches in his throat when Jaemin clumsily pulls off his boxers, cock slapping against his stomach and dripping precum. Just from touching Mark.He seems almost shy as he shuffles forward and situates himself with a knee on either side of Mark, positioned right over his shoulders."Haven't done it like this in a while," he breathes, eyes and pupils enlarged. "Don't let me choke you to death."Mark gives him a small laugh and puts a hand on Jaemin's hip to squeeze comfortingly, then wraps his fingers around his cock with his other hand, trying not to smile at the soft ah Jaemin lets out.Jaemin looks fucking gorgeous kneeling over him like this, even more-so when he and Mark team up to guide the head of his cock toward Mark's lips and press it inside. His head tips back, eyes nearly falling shut but not all the way, mouth dropped open slightly.He's so beautiful, it almost moves Mark to tears."Punch me if I start to choke you," Jaemin grunts, and Mark has to hold back another laugh because Jaemin slides his cock in further as soon as he says the words, whining deep in his throat.Mark has a knack for giving head, but it's never been all that exciting for him, not until now. Jaemin looks like he's so blissed out as he starts to thrust in and out, Mark can practically feel the pleasure seeping into himself. He lets his eyes flutter shut and relaxes his jaw as much as he can—which isn't too hard, considering his experience.He doesn't keep his eyes shut for long, though, because the sight of Jaemin is too much to miss. His body is shaking with heavy, quickened breaths, and his lips are parted as soft groans escape, a little swollen from being bitten and glistening with spit."God, Mark," he chokes out, one hand planted on the mattress next to Mark's head to steady himself while the other finds Mark's hair. "Fuck, baby, feels so good."Mark can only hum happily, breathing smoothly through his nose, his own hands shyly traveling from Jaemin's thighs to his hips to his ass. He decides to keep them there—Jaemin does have a nice ass, after all, and he can't stop himself from digging his fingers into it slightly to pull him closer.He thrusts until he has sweat dripping down his collarbone, until Mark has drool coating his chin, then pulls out for a second to let Mark breathe, sitting back on his chest and catching his own breath."You really like my ass, huh?" he notes when Mark continues his subtle groping. Mark chokes out an embarrassed laugh."I seriously do," he admits, squeezing it more. “I wanna marry it.” He jolts as soon as he hears the words leave his own mouth, face gathering heat. "Uh. Maybe you should put your dick back in my mouth before I say any other embarrassing shit."Jaemin eyes him mysteriously, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. “At least take me out a few times before you propose to my ass,” he says after a couple of seconds, hardly giving Mark time to process and react to the words before he's pushing back into his mouth and letting his eyes fall shut.
Take… him out… a few times?
Mark might die if he looks into the implications of the joke right now, so he focuses on making Jaemin come, squeezing his ass and thighs (a little obsessively, if he's being honest) and letting his tongue drag along Jaemin's cock as Jaemin rocks his hips, increasing in speed and moaning louder each time his tip bumps against Mark's throat.“Baby,” Jaemin breathes, thighs trembling and hips stuttering. Mark lets out a whine around his cock to push him along, sucking hard as Jaemin thrusts instead of letting his jaw stay limp.He keeps his eyes open, soaking in every little sign Jaemin gives him that he's close—something he enjoys doing whenever he's fooling around with someone for the first time, for whatever reason.Jaemin’s fingers clutch the pillow behind Mark's head, and his eyes are screwed shut, breaths coming out quickly accompanied by airy noises.“Mark,” he groans, hips moving quickly but sloppily, and man, Mark will be both surprised and disappointed if he can speak clearly tomorrow. “Fuck!” Mark grips Jaemin's hips and pulls him forward, closer, until the head of his dick is about as far as it can go, knowing every little trick to push someone over the edge. It works—Jaemin lets out a choked sob and comes down his throat instantly, body shaking. Mark hardly chokes, sucking until Jaemin pulls out and flops down next to him, eyes large as balloons and staring at the ceiling like his soul just left his body.Unable to hold back a giggle, Mark rolls onto his side and reaches out to run a hand along the soft skin of Jaemin's stomach. "Was I… good?"Jaemin cracks a smile despite looking spent, blinking several times before turning his head to meet Mark's eyes and gazing at him like he's a god. "Do I really have to answer that?"Mark beams, feeling oddly inclined to curl around Jaemin and hold onto him, but he doesn't, of course, instead waiting for Jaemin to catch his breath and decide what comes next. (Which will probably be getting dressed and leaving, as much as Mark hates to entertain the thought.)"Your mouth is the best thing that's happened to me this year," Jaemin declares after a moment, making Mark laugh. "Also, do you mind if I… stay?"Oh… Oh?"Oh," Mark says, faltering for a moment. He tries to hide how ridiculously delighted he is when he gives Jaemin a rapid nod and squeezes his hip. “Yeah… I mean, you can. You totally can.”“I'd have Chenle get me, but he's drunk and staying over Jeno's,” Jaemin says with an eye roll, and Mark is still facing the shock of Jaemin knowing DRE4M, like really knowing them. “Plus, I like your bed.”"Well, my bed likes you, too," Mark tells him, withholding a face-splitting smile. "Really, though, it's no problem. Do you want to borrow clothes or do you wanna just sleep like this?""I enjoy nakedness," Jaemin says, making Mark snort and smack his chest playfully."You're… something," he says, but he's so giddy to have Jaemin here a little longer, and he can't bother hiding that.Once they finish their shitty attempt at cleaning up the cum and lube with tissues, Jaemin is under Mark's covers and wrapped around him like a fucking koala bear.It's so unexpectedly cute, Mark wants to cry. The only person he ever really cuddles is Donghyuck, and that's platonic—oh, shit, Donghyuck."Hey, sleepy, let me get my phone," he says, clearing his throat and trying to detach Jaemin from his body so he can get updates on the Donghyuck-Renjun encounter."No," Jaemin mumbles into his skin, holding on tighter."What the hell?" Mark whines, laughing in shock. “What do you mean no?” "I’m fuckin’ tired," is all Jaemin says in defense, pinching Mark's side when he tries to push him off again and making him yelp.“Hey!” He smacks Jaemin's thigh, but Jaemin remains completely unbothered, not moving so much as a millimeter, so Mark gives up with a sigh and lets his eyes flutter shut. He is tired, probably too tired to deal with Donghyuck’s cry-typing right now, anyway.So he nuzzles into Jaemin's warmth and thanks his lucky stars that he isn't sleeping alone for once. Mark is hot all over when he wakes up. It takes him way too long to realize why, but then Jaemin's hot breath hits his neck, and the delightful events of last night slam into his memory full-force.He swallows hard and tries to figure out what the fuck he's going to do—he isn't used to waking up with his hook-ups, and Jaemin is a bit… unpredictable. He's also just as clingy as last night, and Mark has no clue how he'll manage to escape his tight grasp.Luckily, Jaemin releases him before he has to come up with a plan. “Morning,” he croaks, stretching and curling loosely around Mark’s body. “Oh, hey.” He notices the rasp in his own voice and clears his throat, heart starting to race from both excitement and nerves. “Uh, how’d you sleep?”“Beautifully.” Jaemin pulls back to sit up and stretch more, and he's somehow even prettier in the morning light. He pulls his lower lip between his teeth and trails his eyes down Mark's body, mostly exposed—they must've collectively kicked the sheets around overnight—and Mark's mouth goes dry.“Can—Can I help you?” he squeaks, slowly moving to sit up himself. He swallows, watching Jaemin’s eyes shift back to his face, then sighs in relief when Jaemin presses their mouths together.Quite a bit went down between them last night, but Mark hasn't had enough of Jaemin, not nearly enough. He ungracefully lunges forward, knocking Jaemin down onto the bed and tilting his head to deepen the kiss, shivering when he feels Jaemin’s hands grip the sides of his waist.Mark could stay like this forever.Sadly, he can't, not when his phone is buzzing in the pocket of his jeans on the end of the bed. He groans and climbs off of Jaemin who stays on his back and plays with Mark's fingers while Mark leans forward to see who the hell is bothering him so early in the day.
donghyuck
my throat hurts
Mark groans, ready to toss his phone and go back to ravishing Jaemin—maybe finish what they started last night—but then he sees the time and groans louder.“No!” He rubs at his face tiredly, realizing he has his volunteer duty at the nursing home in about an hour. "Ugh.""What?" Jaemin hums curiously, sitting up again and kissing Mark's shoulder.“I wanted to… you know,” Mark admits, nudging Jaemin when he breaks out into a cheeky smile, “but I have to go to the nursing home in less than an hour.""Aw," Jaemin coos, squeezing Mark's arm and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's fine, I promised Chenle—oh, crap, I should probably text him and tell him I'm here.""Go do that," Mark says, pecking Jaemin's lips and tearing his eyes away from his bare body before he can get too worked up. "I'm going to jump in the shower. Uh, if you want to steal anything from my closet, go for it."He lets Jaemin pull him in for one last kiss and then reluctantly gets out of bed to dash to his bathroom, doing his best to ignore the way Jaemin's eyes land on his semi-boner when he does. He almost passes out when he exits the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, because Jaemin is wearing one of his hoodies, and...Yeah. Jaemin is wearing one of his hoodies."Missed you," Jaemin sings, sitting cross-legged in his boxers and what is probably Mark's biggest hoodie, neon pink and described as hideous by anyone who's seen him wear it, but holy fuck, Jaemin looks so good in it he might literally cry, or come."You—You're perfect," Mark hisses before he can help himself, shakily tying the towel so he can stalk over to the bed and connect their lips again.He wants Jaemin so fucking badly, in every way possible.“Like my hoodie?” Jaemin asks amusedly, obviously aware of the effect it's having on Mark. Mark only heats up and turns away to look for his own clothes to put on.“Is Chenle alive?”“Yeah, he's hungover as fuck, but coherent,” Jaemin says, rolling onto his stomach as he looks at his phone. “We're talking about you.”“What?” Mark cries, running over to the bed to spy as soon as he's pulled on jeans.Jaemin hands him his phone with an amused grin.
chenle
aw wait you actually did fuck mark?
T_T
jaemin
why are you crying
chenle
happy tears
my two boys
so glad he finally got around to you
Mark groans in embarrassment, and Jaemin cackles, taking back his phone.“He's annoying,” Mark sighs.“What does he mean by that?” Jaemin asks with a confused squint. “That you finally got around to me?”Mark raises his eyebrows. Jaemin should know damn well what he means. The fuck? He fucks everyone, literally everyone. There's no way in hell that Jaemin doesn't know that—he knew Mark's name yesterday before they even introduced themselves. Mark's infamous, really.But Jaemin is still staring at him, waiting for an explanation with curious eyes, so maybe he really doesn't know.That is a little awkward.“Uh, yeah, I… thought you knew this because mostly everyone knows,” Mark says, looking away. “Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I honestly thought you knew—I thought it was the whole reason you hooked up with me.”“Huh?” Jaemin says with a frown, reaching out to tug at one of Mark's hands. “What is it?”Mark purses his lips. “I tend to, like, get around a lot," he finally says. "I've fucked a good percentage of the campus, and… yeah. God.” He keeps his eyes averted, nervous.“Okay?” Jaemin murmurs after a few seconds of silence. Mark immediately faces him again, caught off guard. “Why are you telling me this like it's a bad thing?”“Oh,” Mark says, flushing. “You… don't mind?”“First of all, it's none of my business,” Jaemin says, hands finding Mark's waist and trailing up his torso gently, making him shiver. “And no, I don't care if you've fucked everyone on campus twice. You're really cute and super nice and give good head.”Mark can't help but laugh at the response, then moves in and kisses Jaemin briefly despite the fact that he needs to get moving. “I just thought you might be turned off,” he explains, carding his fingers through Jaemin's messy hair and biting back a smile when he sighs. “Like, most people hook up with me because they know me for that… and you knew me, so I figured…”"I knew you because I'm a fan of your music," Jaemin says, nuzzling into Mark's touch, and it takes everything in Mark not to burst out crying hearing those words."Can't believe you listen to us," he mumbles, but he's full on beaming now. "…Do you think my voice is sexy?""Even sexier up close," Jaemin says with a poor attempt at a wink. “I wish I could stick around to hear more of it, but you have to go play bingo or something.”“Stop,” Mark groans, but he does have to leave soon, so he reluctantly gets off the bed and goes to get dressed the rest of the way. Jaemin does, too, picking up a random pair of Mark's sweatpants and slipping them on—and now Mark really feels like he's going to pass out.“I'll get these back to you when I do the laundry,” Jaemin says once they're both ready and standing by the door, pulling the hood of the borrowed hoodie up to hide his messy hair.“No rush,” Mark says softly, trying not to be too miserable about the fact that they're saying goodbye. “You can give them to Chenle, if you want, and he can—”“Hell no,” Jaemin cuts Mark off, making him tense up in surprise. “Just gimme your number.”“Oh,” Mark breathes, and it takes a lot of effort to resist smiling like an idiot. “Yeah, okay.”“I will be bringing them back,” Jaemin says once Mark is in his contacts, leaning in to kiss him. "Then we can continue what we started last night—and I’ll actually fuck you, if you’d like that."Mark grins in spite of himself, grabbing Jaemin by the front of the hoodie—Mark’s hoodie—and kissing him. “I would love that.”“Then it's a date,” Jaemin says, looking like the most beautiful thing Mark has ever seen as he walks out his door, wearing his clothes and a small smile. “See you later, Mark. Tell the neighborhood grannies I said hi.”Mark rolls his eyes but smiles wider as they part, then spends the entire bus ride to the nursing home hoping that Jaemin doesn't procrastinate doing his laundry for too long.
mark
your throat isn't the only one that hurts
but that's beside the point
how’s our renjun?
donghyuck
what about ME?
he is perfect btw
how is your incredibly sexy med student
mark
i wanna marry him
donghyuck
double wedding?
mark
double wedding.