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Donghyuck isn't sure how he's gotten himself into this situation. He's got his hands cuffed behind his back, a silken tie holding his wrists tight enough that he can't pull them loose, and he's on his knees staring up at a man he'd met no more than ten minutes prior. The boy is gorgeous; which is a relief, not that he'd have any problems getting out of this arrangement because he is more than capable of taking care of himself, no matter how often his mother nags at him in disagreement. It would just have been disappointing were he to leave after taking two different trains and a good forty-five minutes to get here, is all. That, and the fact that he's pent up, he needs this and he's glad he can look forward to a good time now that he's seen how much potential this boy has.
The boy, Jaemin, as Mark had introduced, is nude as the day he was born. Donghyuck, glancing up, can see his washboard abs nestled under a set of perky defined pecs. He can see his fairly sized cock: uncut, barely firm, averagely thick, dangling from his chiseled v line with its base nestled in dark curls. Jaemin is fit, his body not unlike the menswear models Donghyuck used to ogle at as a horny closeted teen, and seeing his eyes locked down upon Donghyuck's makes a familiar heat coil up Donghyuck's gut. He has beautiful dark eyes and they're guarded by even darker, thick and wispy eyelashes.
"Please," he squirms, trying to inch his way up, but Jaemin's hands come up to his jaw, tilting his face up as if to stop him. His touch is cold as he feels up Donghyuck's skin, maintaining eye contact as he loosens his grips on his jaw and his fingertips roam the planes of Donghyuck's face, from his forehead, over his eyelids that impulsively shut upon the stimulus, down his nose bridge until he finally reaches his lips. His touch is gentle as he pries them open with both his thumbs, and Donghyuck is pliant, he lives for attention and is thrilled to have this guy so fixated on him. Goosebumps awaken up the base of his spine, making their way to his scalp as Donghyuck closes his lips around Jaemin's thumbs, savoring the feel of finally having something in his mouth as he circles his tongue around the intrusion.
A moan rips out of him, its instinct, he feels incredibly charged and sated at the same time, tension seeping out of his tendons as he takes the digits in further. He opens his eyes, blinking up at Jaemin, hazy, only to find the boy smirking down at him. He whines as Jaemin takes his thumbs out of his mouth, his spit dribbles down his chin, which makes the guy let out a laugh.
"Where the fuck did you find him?" Jaemin is incredulous as he finally takes his eyes off Donghyuck, turning back to glance at Mark who is laid out on the bed, joggers pushed down to his thighs, stroking away at his cock, his pace languid and sloppy. Jaemin's hands dont leave his jaw.
"Dude, he's like super sensitive, isn't he? Would you believe I picked him up outside this open bar show I did? Dude was just as hungry for it then, um, except he hid it better." Mark giggles out. Donghyuck would normally argue back, he’d point out that Mark was just as desperate as him, but nothing comes between Donghyuck and cock, not even his own pride. Mark is completely hard now, his fist still moving in the lazy pace he started with. "Put him out of his misery man, just look at him. He's salivating for it."
"Hm," Jaemin turns his head back to him and readjusts his grip on Donghyuck's jaw, tilting his face higher as he looks down on him, "Okay, what does baby want? Do you want to suck my cock? Is that what baby wants?" and Oh . Donghyuck all but keens at the pet name, eyes blown wide as he earnestly nods his head and wiggles forward to get some skin on skin contact. "Oh, you do?" Jaemin quirks his brow, grinning. His hands slide from Donghyuck's jaw towards the back of his head, tugging his face forward so that it's flush with his crotch.
Donghyuck lets out a breathy whimper as he feels the heat of Jaemin's cock against his cheek, nose flush in between the dark curls of his pubic hair. He takes a second to breathe, taking in the lavender notes of what he's assuming is Jaemin's body wash and the, barely there, hint of musk. Heat floods his core as he leans back, opens his mouth to take in the head of Jaemin's cock. He gives it a soft suck, pushes his tongue up into the hood of the foreskin that nestles a bundle of nerves, he rolls his tongue once, then twice, and then he’s pulling off completely, only to lick his lips and slot his mouth against the girth, running it all the way down to the base.
Donghyuck likes giving head and he likes it wet , so he slobbers all over, running his mouth up and down until there's spit dripping down the shaft, collecting on the faux fur rug beneath them. Satisfied, he dips his head lower to nuzzle into Jaemin's balls, sucking one into his mouth and then moving on to the other, humming as he circles his tongue on the wrinkly ridges of the skin. The angle is awkward with his hands tied behind his back but Jaemin's hands are still on his head, rubbing smooth circles into his scalp. It comforts him and drives Donghyuck even further down.
He tongues Jaemin's perineum, barely above his taint, alternating between sucking and twirling his tongue, and the way Jaemin's grip in his hair tightens lets Donghyuck know he's doing well. He drags his tongue up when he hears Jaemin's breath hitch- the boy, so far, has been mostly silent so this encourages him, and he continues licking up to his balls and eventually making his way up the length of his cock, sealing his lips on the head once again.
It's when he properly sucks him down does Donghyuck really get a reaction from Jaemin. He groans, all throaty and hoarse, and the sound goes straight to Donghyuck's cock. His hips jerk as Donghyuck's warmth slips over half of his length, and, damn , Donghyuck might have underestimated the sheer heft of Jaemin's cock. It's filled out marvellously, now, and Donghyuck actually struggles to go down further. He pulls back before it can make him sputter, pulls back until he's got only the head in his mouth again, puts his efforts into massaging the underside with his tongue, rubbing his tongue against the ridges before he gives it another suck. He doesn't get to take more in, however, because Jaemin is immediately yanking him back and off his cock. It prompts Donghyuck to look up, his lashes are clumped with wetness and he's sure he looks a whole mess but, above him, Jaemin doesn't seem to be faring any better.
"You've really got such a mouth on you, huh baby?"
Jaemin looks dazed. Donghyuck can tell he intends this to come out sharp and condescending, mocking him in a way but his eyes betray him. That and the way his forehead is scrunched belies his front, Jaemin already looks thoroughly fucked out and Donghyuck, although kneeling down, bound like a fucking sex slave, feels so empowered. This is why he loves this. He is aware he might come off as a cheap whore or a bitch in heat writhing on the floor for cock, some might even go on to say he's dehumanizing himself being used not unlike a fleshlight, or onahole as the weebs call it. What they don't understand is the power trip, this high that he sheds every layer of self preservation and shame for. It invigorates every atom in his being- affecting these stoic, borderline douchey men so much just from his touch. His hands might be tied behind his fucking back, straining and considerably uncomfortable, but Donghyuck feels completely in his element like this, his cock has filled out completely against his thigh. Like this, he truly feels alive.
He dives back in with his eyes closed. His neck is a little stiff and his thighs have started to strain now but he ignores it all, his tunnel vision blinding him to any thing, any other sensation than cock, cock, cock. He leans forward and fits his mouth over the head again and then he's breathing in through his nose, hollowing his cheeks and pushing himself onto Jaemin's cock. The familiarity helps him open up, to instinctively push back his tonsils, breathe through his nose and let the cockhead settle deep up in his throat, locked in its warmth. It's when he starts bobbing and properly throatfucking himself onto the cock does he open his eyes, and he's pleased to see Jaemin gritting his teeth, to see his breath labored. A particularly heavy push onto his cock makes Jaemin clench and lift himself up on the pads of his feet, the action drives the shaft that much deeper, causing Donhyuck to choke up on the cock.
It must be a scene, Donghyuck muses, seeing him hanging off of Jaemin’s cock like this. His observation seems fair when he hears Mark shout a low Holy Shit bro! from the back. He wills himself to breathe, mouth static around the flesh as he tries to regain his breath, taking in the air deep and slow from his nose. He must look obscene: constant tears have started falling down in rivulets over the contours around his eyes, his throat feels hoarse, the vessel expanding and contracting to the whims of the intrusion and the seal of his mouth leaves way for abundance of precum addled spit to run down his chin, onto his neck. He's sure his wrists have tinted an angry red, can feel the telltale itch growing from the friction. His thighs ache and there's tension brewing at the base of his spine, all credit to his poor posture and the mix of maintaining these uncomfortable angles. It's all miniscule, however, to the ecstasy coursing through his veins, a fix so strong it dulls every pain in moments. He's hanging off this cock for dear life and he realizes he's okay staying like this, he's okay dealing with the discomfort or shame if it charges him so right.
Jaemin's grip on his hair has returned, he belatedly realises. His words are clipped, carrying mere vestiges of any vigour they held prior.
"Jesus, you..you're really taking it all?"
And Donghyuck… Donghyuck doesn't deem it necessary to reply. All he does is zero his gaze in on Jaemin, throws in his signature puppy eyes, cheekily, as he fucks himself back on the cock. The gurgling and squelching of split slick flesh against skin isn't potent enough to drown the low grunts and tepid moans Jaemin is exhaling into the stale air, massless like skeins of smoke ascending from burnt out coal. It's timid, tame even, and Donghyuck would have felt dejected at that, turned off, had he not gotten a grip on Jaemin's quirks by now. He's not as dominant of a figure as Donghyuck had anticipated, hell- Donghyuck is bound and gagged, kneeling at his mercy and yet this sense of control encapsulates him. It isn't even his own doing, he's malleable as he always is, putty, to be shaped and contorted as needed. He's here to be taken, for better or worse, and the assertion he's been gifted, albeit unexpected, is a welcomed establishment.
It's also then that he realizes he's been too quick to gauge the boy. There's barely anything Donghyuck hates more than being proven wrong, it's intrinsic in him- this self righteousness that he, himself, gets agitated by often. All that flows out the window, though, when Jaemin glides his hands down to his neck and squeezes just in time with a forceful thrust forward, cock rutting up against the back of Donghyuck’s throat. It's electric, for the lack of a better word, the way it makes Donghyuck just blank out for a split second. His brain gets all fuzzy and he struggles to keep himself upright just as much he struggles to figure out what flipped this switch in Jaemin all of a sudden.
"Hyung, this one takes it so well," he emphasizes by bringing his hands up and bracketing Donghyuck's face to tilt it a little and drive back in. "Ugh, the last one you brought in couldn't even take in half of me." He slowly drags his cock back out, leaving only the tip in. "Baby's really made for it though, right?" He's got this fake sweet voice going on, like caramel gone too dark, the type that sits really bitter at the back of Donghyuck's palate till hours later.
"His throat game is, like, insane, right?" Donghyuck can't even spare a look at Mark, can’t even feel affronted, not when Jaemin is pistoning into him with pure, brute force. It's brutal, Donghyuck's jaw completely going slack, wet with the streams of spit leaking out his mouth accompanying every thrust and Jaemin… Jaemin is relentless with the way his cock bruises the back of Donghyuck's throat. He pushes in deeper and deeper, making Donghyuck's jaw drop even lower, until he is balls deep on every upthrust, just holding Donghyuck by his skull and letting his throat do the work. It's hard for Donghyuck to breathe, his vision is blurry with how watery his eyes have gotten and his throat feels really tender but he pushes it all back, gulping around Jaemin's cock, letting the overwrought undulations do all the work. It feels like a challenge, servicing the guy like this, and Donghyuck has never been one to back down from a challenge. He can pick up the quiet curses spilling from Jaemin's mouth, the barely there, strained, fucks and baby's go straight to his dick and it's started getting to him now; the desire to have his release, the desire to chase his own high. He's also realizing how much he actually likes the way baby sounds on Jaemin's tongue. It's endearing, annoying , and incredibly sexy at the same time. He wants all of it and more.
It doesn't take long after that for Jaemin's balls to draw up, his tempo also dissolves into something non uniform and incessantly animalistic. His stomach clenches, throwing the ridges and rows of beautifully sculpted spindles into contracting and relaxing to the rhythm of their cumulative sin. It's breathtaking, Jaemin is a sight when he's like this; Mouth slack and brow creased as his focus is ultimately locked on reaching his peak. Donghyuck is disappointed when he pulls out, untimely, and lets go of his head to start stroking himself, double fisted and dizzyingly fast, right over Donghyuck's face. It's instinct for Donghyuck to open his mouth and close his eyes, a habit developed within him after getting pink eye several times over getting cum in there, so he's regretful when he doesn't get to see Jaemin's face as he blows his load with a clipped shout. His jizz is warm on Donghyuck's tongue and he can feel some of it trailing down his chin.
Jaemin is smiling when Donghyuck opens his eyes. It's a beautiful smile, the type that gets you weak in the knees, the type to make you fall in love and then break your heart altogether. He's still smiling when he curls his fingers on Donghyuck's chin, gathers the stray streaks of cum over the pads and then sticks them into his open mouth. "Will you swallow for me baby?" He sounds soft, sated, and Donghyuck doesn't lose a second in closing his lips around the digits, moaning as he circles his tongue to wipe them clean. He swallows diligently, adam's apple bobbing as it slides down his throat, but doesn’t let go of Jaemin’s fingers.
“Fuck. You’re amazing, you love this don’t you babe?”
Donghyuck is fucked out, his legs feel like the fucking jello he had for dessert on saturday and his throat is hoarse, used and abused, as he chokes up he trying to spit out a reply. He ends up just nodding, coughing as he does so, letting Jaemin’s fingers finally fall from his mouth. His cock is rock hard, weeping furiously against his thighs, a shallow stream of precum already collecting, slowly descending in tiny rivulets, and Jaemin chances a look at it, smirking as he crouches down to give it a touch. A small tug is all Donghyuck gets, a soft twist, and then he’s backing off, leaving Donghyuck unsettled, rattled and yearning.
“Hyuckie,” Mark calls out, having them both look back at him but Mark’s gaze is directed solely to him. He’s completely naked now, hoodie and joggers thrown across the bed in a heap. “Get your ass down here, Jaeminie has hogged you long enough,” he has his signature dopey smile on, the one that had Donghyuck second guessing whether he had it in him to back his big talk up: Oh, you’re going to feel it tomorrow, and the day after, and matter of fact the day after that too! he’d said, grin bright wide enough to comically contrast his words, all the suave and swagger from his on stage persona down in the weeds, and Donghyuck... Donghyuck had half the mind to just dip and dash. He’s glad he hadn’t, though. Mark had followed through, unexpectedly to say the least, and Donghyuck’s stiff jaw stayed a steadfast witness to the fact for several days to come. Donghyuck thinks this is what made him stick around, made him indulge Mark in this arrangement he proposed. Mark is a weirdo, but that is also what sets him apart, his quirks coming off as endearing rather than corny because man, does he know how to use his dick. Mark’s the type Donghyuck would have loved to antagonize back in his uni days, would have bullied him just for the sake of it but, alas, Donghyuck is mortal, after all. Good pipe. Donghyuck goo.
He attempts to crawl towards Mark, and it isn’t like he’s far away, a couple metres at most, but Donghyuck struggles, legs shaky and thighs borderline useless. He falls flat on his face a couple strides in and fuck , he’s mortified. “Should I untie him?” Jaemin intercepts as Donghyuck strains to get back up. He sounds worried and it is a little cute, and Donghyuck would have given him a smile, one of those charming ones he keeps on hand to squeeze extra kimchi and banchan out of restaurant ahjummas. He would have winked at him too, he’d have gone all out had he not been struggling with basic bodily functions. Mark shakes his head, the fucking asshole.
“Uh huh, he’s okay. Come up here Hyuck.” He has the nerve to smile at him, not moving an inch from where he’s reclined against the pillow heap he’s made in the middle of the bed, legs dangling down from the edge. It’s offensive how he makes it all sound so hot. It strengthens Donghyuck, his thighs, though cramped, exerting on autopilot as he hobbles on, the sting searing his knee pads forgotten to the sudden nervous energy coursing through his veins. It’s really embarrassing how he’s let a man have so much power over him, more embarrassing considering it’s Mark fucking lee. Future Donghyuck is so going to give him shit for this, he’s sure, but that’s not something that concerns present day Donghyuck. He’s going to indulge, he’s too powerless not to indulge.
“That was good, yeah?” Mark is uncharacteristically quiet, as if not to let Jaemin overhear them. Donghyuck has made his way in between Mark’s thighs, he probably has come drying on his chin and his concealer is probably a mess under his eyes, Donghyuck wonders why he bothered putting any on at all, but all in all, he more than had fun, so he just nods his head and murmurs a clipped yes to which Mark gives him another of his annoying wide smiles. “I had a feeling you would!” He says as he strokes Donghyuck’s sides. He leans forward, and Donghyuck thinks he's getting a kiss so he closes his eyes and inches forward to meet him halfway. Mark doesn't kiss him on the mouth, he plants a kiss on his forehead instead. It's barely there, the kiss, a mere graze of the lips, nothing more nothing less, but it acts as a conflagration of desire burning up within Donghyuck, searing his being from inside out. Tenderness paired with assholery, an amalgamation that solely constitutes the paradox that is Mark Lee, always gives Donghyuck whiplash.
"Will you suck me off? Like you did Jaemin? You're so good at it Hyuckie," It is a command, Donghyuck is aware, skillfully concealed beneath the sticky sweet tone of his even sweeter request. And, well, who is Donghyuck to deny? He spreads his legs wider, stabilizing himself. Equilibrium restored, he goes to town; leaning down, he hooks his mouth on the head of Mark's cock. Mark is circumcised, a contrast to Jaemin, with his shaft being slightly thicker and Donghyuck aches to get a hand around him, to feel his fist close around the heated flesh. There's precum flooding his mouth, the warm salinity revealing Mark is worked up- not that Donghyuck had any doubts to begin with; Mark's chest is flushed, the curves of his ears matching, tinted in beautiful ruby rouge, the contrast against his pale golden skin is beautiful and the thought that Donghyuck is the sole reason to cause this within Mark, to affect him so, is even more beautiful.
Mark's unabashed groan is music to his ears when he starts sucking him off. He is vigorous with it, his own arousal egging him on and making him twist his tongue as he deepthroats Mark. His eyes fall shut as he loses himself to the rhythm, slurping and sucking the flesh down, aiming to please. It's only a couple minutes into it that Mark is stopping him with a pat to the crown of his head.
“Woah, man, slow down,” he murmurs.
Donghyuck pays no heed, moving down to get back onto it but Mark is quick to pull him back, his grip stern and painful on Donghyuck's hair as he yanks on it. He leans down and trails his tongue against Donghyuck's exposed neck, starting from the dip above his clavicle, making his way up to his Adam's apple. He sucks on it, laps on it with his tongue, and darn Mark lee because it's too much for Donghyuck's sanity. His entire body shudders, instantly pulled taut and then unraveled, not unlike a stretched bow string unwinding upon release, and an offensively guttural groan leaves his lips when Mark nibbles on his skin, teeth barely sinking in before he's retracting and his tongue is taking over, caressing the bruise with utmost care. "Mark," he sounds breathless, falling forward as his legs spread further out, ass sticking out with his hole exposed, the pucker twitching against the cold air.
"Jaeminie," Mark's not looking at Donghyuck, grip still firm in his hair but eyes falling back on Jaemin- Jaemin , whose presence Donghyuck had momentarily forgotten. “I can see you staring!” He chides, his spit slick lips, tilted to the side, form a stupidly sexy smirk as he raises his eyebrows as to reiterate he’s caught Jaemin looking at them, and, damn, it isn’t like this is off limits for the guy, per se. Donghyuck isn’t Mark’s boyfriend, far from it really, but he isn’t one to not acknowledge the possessive edge to Mark’s voice, neither is he one to ignore the rush of warmth it brings, blooming within him, unexpected, like his primly potted camellias surprising him by blossoming in mid January instead of May, and fine, he’s fine. He’ll have to unpack what that means to him later, when he’s curled up under the comfort of his favorite blanket, listening to his lofi playlist that always brings his existential crisis to the forefront, making him think of anything and everything that makes him feel small.
“You can, you know, touch him.” Mark’s still smirking, mirth married to his tone, as he gestures for Jaemin to come closer. “He deserves it,” and then his eyes are back on Donghyuck, a sticky sweet smile on his lips as he leans closer, whispering a quiet Don’t you, Hyuckie? against his lips before he finally kisses him. It’s a short, sweet graze of lips. Barely a kiss, if that, and then Mark is tugging Donghyuck’s mouth back onto his cock, standing erect in the grip of his right fist.
Donghyuck legitimately chokes on Mark’s cock, coughing and all, when Jaemin’s tongue touches his taint. He, honest to god, writhes, throat muscles clenching as Mark pulls him back.
“Fuck, he’s sensitive.”
Jaemin pulls away only for a second before he’s licking back up his crack, and sucking onto his pucker and fuck. Donghyuck keens, his legs tense up, and Jaemin must have a sense of how gone Donghyuck is because he hooks his arms between Donghyuck’s thighs and pulls him upright, his strength evident in the way he easily manhandles him. It’s pure torture from there, Jaemin all but buries his face into the cleft of his ass, he’s not gentle about it, the way he presses the flat of his tongue against Donghyuck’s hole, laving it, wet and hot, as he pushes Donghyuck back onto himself, driving his tongue deep inside. Donghyuck feels utterly exposed, spread out and bound like this. He’s panting, the sound filling up the room before he can realize it’s happening, his cock hanging thick and heavy between his thighs, leaking profusely, an angry red creeping up the shaft at the lack of friction against it. It’s almost too much, he feels sensory overload when Jaemin starts properly fucking him open with his tongue, crooking it up and grazing his walls with every thrust in. Donghyuck struggles against his bindings, anything to get some relief to his cock, to alleviate his frustration, but it’s all to no avail.
It’s Mark who shakes him out of his stupor, hands firmly gripping his shoulders as he levels his gaze with Donghyuck. “Let’s not get greedy, yeah?” He’s stern, no smile in sight, “You’ve been a good boy so far, so good. Don’t go ruining it all now by being a selfish little slut,” and fuck, that alone sets Donghyuck’s insides ablaze. He’s nodding before he can even blink the tears clouding his vision because he’s eager to please and, more than anything, eager to earn Mark’s praise. Donghyuck has only lowered himself and taken in the head of Mark’s cock when he feels Jaemin prod the blunt of his finger against hole, it makes him stop, and Mark doesn’t approve with the way he clicks under his tongue. He doesn’t give out a warning as he holds Donghyuck’s head in place and thrusts up into his mouth, all strength and vigour, his cockhead pummeling the back of Donghyuck’s throat. He doesn’t stop, still latched onto Donghyuck’s hair, fucking up into his mouth with an instrinsically feral rhythm.
It’s raw, harsh and wild; the way Mark abuses his throat, that, and the way Jaemin keeps alternating his tongue and finger up into his hole, bearing no heed to the way Mark’s cock is assaulting Donghyuck. It’s tempestuous, completely unrestrained and Donghyuck loves every bit of it.
“Fuck, take it, take it all, i’m close baby.”
Mark’s voice is devoid of the former grit. He's definitely close, with the way his arms are shaking and his abs keep clenching with every thrust in. Mark is beautiful, snapping his hips up to no abandon, chasing his high with all his might. “Oh, shit, you’re gonna swallow for me, right Hyuckie?” He’s bent over, his neck veins bulging up with the strain, his eyes piercing into where Donghyuck is looking up at him. Donghyuck is a goner. It takes Mark just a couple more thrusts before he’s stilling, Donghyuck’s head pushed flush against his groin, cockhead deep in his throat as he lets out a grunt and spills his load. Donghyuck moans, throat working to swallow around Mark’s cock, taking all that Mark gives him. He closes his mouth around the length, sucking around the shaft, as if to not let a single droplet leak. He can taste the acrid aftertaste against the back of his tongue as he lets go of Mark’s softening cock.
Jaemin’s finger slips out of his pucker as Mark hooks his arms under Donghyuck’s armpits and hauls him up to his chest, with Donghyuck’s knees on his thighs. “You were so, so good baby, the best,” he murmurs, and then he’s kissing him square on the mouth, all wet, with tongue. It’s messy, really messy, but in the best possible way. Mark tastes of watermelon flavored mints, the stupid off brand type that Donghyuck despises, but it’s spiked with the familiarity of a taste that can only be described as Mark. It’s really unfair, Donghyuck thinks, how good of a kisser Mark is, every swipe of his tongue sending jolts of electricity down Donghyuck’s core. It’s heady, the feeling of Mark’s hand trailing down Donghyuck’s back, of it halting against the base of Donghyuck’s spine, right above his ass crack, and then dipping lower, torturously slow, until it reaches where Donghyuck is most sensitive.
It burns when Mark’s dry finger breaches Donghyuck’s rim, and Donghyuck moans into Mark’s mouth, all shameless and guttural, when Jaemin adds two of his lubed fingers alongside Mark’s. It’s euphoric, the way it stretches inside, filling him up completely after what feels like hours of scanty stimulation. He rides their fingers with what little strength he has left, writhing in Mark’s embrace as he sucks on his tongue, and it’s too much for him when Jaemin snakes a hand to his front, trailing down to his groin, and grabs a hold of his cock. It has him shudder and bite Mark’s bottom lip, his entire body vivified from the dual stimulation. It only takes a few meagre tugs to have him slip over, his entire body shaking and falling onto Mark’s as he spills over Jaemin’s fist.
It takes him a couple seconds to regain his senses, the strain of his bindings coupled with the intensity of his orgasm completely drain his consciousness, making him blackout for a few moments. He feels Mark reach behind him to untie his wrists, the skin is rubbed raw by now by the feel of it, before he rolls him over and sets him down on the bed, placing his head over the pillow mound he’s made in the middle.
“Woah bro, you totally, like, lost it there for a second,” Mark says.
He has to give it to Mark, calling him bro after stuffing his load down Donghyuck’s throat is a talent exclusive only to Mark Lee. It’s disconcerting but Donghyuck doesn’t have the mental capacity to snub him off, so he just smiles, still wading through his post-coital daze. He doesn’t get to cozy up into Mark’s sheets for long, though, because Mark’s hauling him up, and the motherfucker has the nerve to reach an arm beneath his thighs to lift him up bridal style. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshat?” and Mark, well Mark just giggles, “Oh shut it, I know you’re too drained to walk. Jaem ran you a bath! I swear man, a bath after sex is like, mad good! You’ll thank me later!”
Donghyuck doubts he will, but it makes his lips twitch into a feeble smile. Mark’s so nice. He’s fucked.