Thirst
Pairing: Mark/Jr
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, pwp
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: What goes on behind closed doors is strictly between Mark and Jinyoung
a/n: this is all a result of Mark and his stupid shirt and Jinyoung and his stupid lips
Rough hands roam the expanse of Mark’s body, curling around his biceps, mapping along muscles and curves, fingers threading through his hair as lips suck a bruise into the skin of his neck. Mark’s not really sure how he and Jinyoung got to this point, tangled in cotton sheets, breathing heavy and erratic, but he vaguely remembers going out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before being roughly slammed against the door of the refrigerator.
“You. Me. Bedroom. Now.” Jinyoung had said. And Mark hadn’t really been in a position to say no.
Not that he would’ve said no anyways. Mark has always been weak when it came to Jinyoung. He just wishes the younger would’ve given him a chance to drink his water before dragging him to his room and pushing him harshly down onto the bed.
But Jinyoung has always been impatient. It’s evident in the way he yanks at Mark’s sweatpants and trails open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jaw, telling in the way he skips asking for permission and slips his tongue past the elder’s lips the first chance he gets.
Every touch is bold, every kiss brutal and bruising. But Mark hardly minds.
“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” Jinyoung growls low in his throat, fingers digging harshly into Mark’s scalp as he tightens his grip on the elder’s hair. “Walking around in that flimsy tank top.” He snorts derisively. “You might as well wear a sign around your neck that says fuck me.” The last words leave his mouth in an almost animal-like snarl, and though Mark should be used to it by now, it still catches him off guard when Jinyoung’s hand curls around his neck and crushes their mouths together, teeth nipping at plump lower lips, tongues tangling and twining, before Mark pulls away with a whine.
“Are you saying you have a problem with the way I dress?” he asks, looking rather offended with his eyebrows furrowed and lower lip jutting out in a childlike pout.
Jinyoung shakes his head. “No. But I do have a problem with this shirt.” He slips a hand beneath the hem, fingers gliding over lean muscle and smooth skin before brushing over a pert nipple, and smiles wickedly when Mark lets out a small mewl.
“Maybe we should just get rid of it,” he says, and with one quick tug pulls the garment over Mark’s head and throws it to the other side of the room. He grins widely, resembling nothing short of the Cheshire Cat, and Mark can’t decide if the sight terrifies him or excites him even more. Either way, he just wants Jinyoung to touch him, to kiss him, to wrap his hand or mouth or whatever around his dick and get him off before someone comes and ruins their fun.
But right now Jinyoung seems content on just staring at him, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and smiling until finally Mark can’t take it anymore.
He sits up and grabs the back of Jinyoung’s neck, pulls him close and melds their mouths together until his head starts swimming and his lungs scream for air.
Jinyoung pulls away panting, licks his lips and rests his forehead against Mark’s own so that their breaths intermingle, and suddenly Mark becomes aware of the growing tightness in his boxers.
Jinyoung must sense it too. Because without him having to ask, he slips a hand beneath the garter and wraps his fingers delicately around Mark’s length.
A shameless groan rips from his throat as he shuts his eyes and throws his head back, echoes off the stark white walls and ceiling before Jinyoung silences it with a kiss. His hand fists around Mark’s cock, gives it a few small strokes, and already Mark feels that familiar coiling in his stomach, that tightness in his balls that makes him burst and cry out Jinyoung’s name.
He’s so close. He can feel it. Just a few more pumps from Jinyoung’s skilled hand.
But it all comes grinding to a screeching halt when he hears a lock click and the front door open and in comes Jackson’s booming voice.
“Yo Mark, Jinyoung! Food’s here!”
Mark lets out a tiny gasp, eyes widening in terror, and in a panic pushes Jinyoung away so that he falls with a thump back onto the bed.
“Mark hyung? You in there?”
The door handle begins to shake, jiggling back and forth with Jackson’s attempts to push it open, and Mark thanks his lucky stars Jinyoung at least had the presence of mind to lock the door behind them before things went too far.
“J-Just a second!” Mark calls out as he shoots to his feet. “I’ll be out in a-ah! Shit!”
Without him noticing, Jinyoung sneaks up behind him, sinks his teeth into a sensitive spot behind Mark’s ear and cruelly chuckles against his skin before pressing a soft kiss to his earlobe. “Shh,” he whispers, mischievous smile on his lips, and Mark has to bite down hard on his lower lip to silence another strangled moan. Jinyoung moves in front of him, pushes him back to sit on the edge of the bed and kneels down between his legs to place a kiss at Mark’s jutting hipbone before he tugs at the garter of his boxers with his teeth. Mark eagerly lifts his hips, lets Jinyoung rid him of the restricting garment, and watches with a shuddering breath as the younger wets his glistening lips.
“Are you okay hyung?” Jackson’s voice filters in from behind the doorway.
“Y-Yeah,” Mark barely manages to get out, mind turning cloudy, eyelids growing heavy. “I’m-fuck!”
The word leaves his lips before he can hope to stop it, torn from his throat the moment Jinyoung’s tongue licks a fat stripe along the underside of his cock and takes him into his mouth.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jackson asks, but this time Mark doesn’t have the strength nor sanity to answer him. Instead he lets his head roll back, bites his lip and fists a hand into the sheets until Jinyoung pulls away with a sickening pop, thin sheen of saliva coating his thick, plush lips.
“Mark’s kind of busy right now,” he says with a smile. “You can play with him later.”
And wrapping his fingers around the base of Mark’s length, he circles his tongue around the tip and takes him in as far as his mouth will allow.
Mark lets out a loud moan, no longer caring if Jackson hears, and though he knows he’ll probably have a lot of explaining to do tonight, he’s willing to deal with the consequences just as long as Jinyoung keeps doing what he’s doing. Judging stares and prying eyes he can deal with, but if Mark has to walk out of the room with his dick still hard, he thinks he might just light himself on fire.
Jinyoung’s lips are made for this, so soft and so plush that they feel like pillows gliding over his length, bobbing up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, and each time his cock hits the back of the brunet’s throat he feels that tight, white ball of heat expand in the pit of his stomach and threaten to explode.
But somehow it isn’t enough. Jinyoung’s pace is too slow, the friction not quite what Mark needs, and without meaning to he lets out a whimper.
“Please.”
His voice sounds so feeble, so pathetic, and it’s obvious in the way Jinyoung pulls away and grins that he loves how much control he has over the red head.
“Please what?” Jinyoung cocks his head to the side, eyebrow raised as he waits expectantly for Mark’s answer. But somehow the elder seems reluctant to share with him his deepest desires.
“What’s the matter?” Jinyoung teases, tongue sweeping along Mark’s lower lip before plunging forward to dance with the red head’s.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Mark groans into Jinyoung’s mouth, half frustrated, half aroused, and pulls away with a frown on his face. “Stop it.”
Jinyoung chuckles. “I will if you tell me what you want.” He licks along the shell of Mark’s ear, blows hot air on the wet skin and watches in delight as the elder shudders and mewls. But it isn’t until he runs the pad of his thumb over Mark’s leaking slit that it finally spills from the red head’s lips.
“Please fuck me.”
Jinyoung quirks an eyebrow, cups a hand around his ear and leans in close to make sure he heard correctly. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
But Mark no longer feels embarrassed, the confession somehow liberating now that it’s left his lips, and he’s feeling rather bold so he tugs at the garter of Jinyoung’s boxers and forces him down onto the bed next to him, sweeps his right leg up and around so that he straddles his hips and makes sure that his voice is crystal clear when he says,
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, pwp
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: What goes on behind closed doors is strictly between Mark and Jinyoung
a/n: this is all a result of Mark and his stupid shirt and Jinyoung and his stupid lips
Rough hands roam the expanse of Mark’s body, curling around his biceps, mapping along muscles and curves, fingers threading through his hair as lips suck a bruise into the skin of his neck. Mark’s not really sure how he and Jinyoung got to this point, tangled in cotton sheets, breathing heavy and erratic, but he vaguely remembers going out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before being roughly slammed against the door of the refrigerator.
“You. Me. Bedroom. Now.” Jinyoung had said. And Mark hadn’t really been in a position to say no.
Not that he would’ve said no anyways. Mark has always been weak when it came to Jinyoung. He just wishes the younger would’ve given him a chance to drink his water before dragging him to his room and pushing him harshly down onto the bed.
But Jinyoung has always been impatient. It’s evident in the way he yanks at Mark’s sweatpants and trails open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jaw, telling in the way he skips asking for permission and slips his tongue past the elder’s lips the first chance he gets.
Every touch is bold, every kiss brutal and bruising. But Mark hardly minds.
“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” Jinyoung growls low in his throat, fingers digging harshly into Mark’s scalp as he tightens his grip on the elder’s hair. “Walking around in that flimsy tank top.” He snorts derisively. “You might as well wear a sign around your neck that says fuck me.” The last words leave his mouth in an almost animal-like snarl, and though Mark should be used to it by now, it still catches him off guard when Jinyoung’s hand curls around his neck and crushes their mouths together, teeth nipping at plump lower lips, tongues tangling and twining, before Mark pulls away with a whine.
“Are you saying you have a problem with the way I dress?” he asks, looking rather offended with his eyebrows furrowed and lower lip jutting out in a childlike pout.
Jinyoung shakes his head. “No. But I do have a problem with this shirt.” He slips a hand beneath the hem, fingers gliding over lean muscle and smooth skin before brushing over a pert nipple, and smiles wickedly when Mark lets out a small mewl.
“Maybe we should just get rid of it,” he says, and with one quick tug pulls the garment over Mark’s head and throws it to the other side of the room. He grins widely, resembling nothing short of the Cheshire Cat, and Mark can’t decide if the sight terrifies him or excites him even more. Either way, he just wants Jinyoung to touch him, to kiss him, to wrap his hand or mouth or whatever around his dick and get him off before someone comes and ruins their fun.
But right now Jinyoung seems content on just staring at him, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and smiling until finally Mark can’t take it anymore.
He sits up and grabs the back of Jinyoung’s neck, pulls him close and melds their mouths together until his head starts swimming and his lungs scream for air.
Jinyoung pulls away panting, licks his lips and rests his forehead against Mark’s own so that their breaths intermingle, and suddenly Mark becomes aware of the growing tightness in his boxers.
Jinyoung must sense it too. Because without him having to ask, he slips a hand beneath the garter and wraps his fingers delicately around Mark’s length.
A shameless groan rips from his throat as he shuts his eyes and throws his head back, echoes off the stark white walls and ceiling before Jinyoung silences it with a kiss. His hand fists around Mark’s cock, gives it a few small strokes, and already Mark feels that familiar coiling in his stomach, that tightness in his balls that makes him burst and cry out Jinyoung’s name.
He’s so close. He can feel it. Just a few more pumps from Jinyoung’s skilled hand.
But it all comes grinding to a screeching halt when he hears a lock click and the front door open and in comes Jackson’s booming voice.
“Yo Mark, Jinyoung! Food’s here!”
Mark lets out a tiny gasp, eyes widening in terror, and in a panic pushes Jinyoung away so that he falls with a thump back onto the bed.
“Mark hyung? You in there?”
The door handle begins to shake, jiggling back and forth with Jackson’s attempts to push it open, and Mark thanks his lucky stars Jinyoung at least had the presence of mind to lock the door behind them before things went too far.
“J-Just a second!” Mark calls out as he shoots to his feet. “I’ll be out in a-ah! Shit!”
Without him noticing, Jinyoung sneaks up behind him, sinks his teeth into a sensitive spot behind Mark’s ear and cruelly chuckles against his skin before pressing a soft kiss to his earlobe. “Shh,” he whispers, mischievous smile on his lips, and Mark has to bite down hard on his lower lip to silence another strangled moan. Jinyoung moves in front of him, pushes him back to sit on the edge of the bed and kneels down between his legs to place a kiss at Mark’s jutting hipbone before he tugs at the garter of his boxers with his teeth. Mark eagerly lifts his hips, lets Jinyoung rid him of the restricting garment, and watches with a shuddering breath as the younger wets his glistening lips.
“Are you okay hyung?” Jackson’s voice filters in from behind the doorway.
“Y-Yeah,” Mark barely manages to get out, mind turning cloudy, eyelids growing heavy. “I’m-fuck!”
The word leaves his lips before he can hope to stop it, torn from his throat the moment Jinyoung’s tongue licks a fat stripe along the underside of his cock and takes him into his mouth.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jackson asks, but this time Mark doesn’t have the strength nor sanity to answer him. Instead he lets his head roll back, bites his lip and fists a hand into the sheets until Jinyoung pulls away with a sickening pop, thin sheen of saliva coating his thick, plush lips.
“Mark’s kind of busy right now,” he says with a smile. “You can play with him later.”
And wrapping his fingers around the base of Mark’s length, he circles his tongue around the tip and takes him in as far as his mouth will allow.
Mark lets out a loud moan, no longer caring if Jackson hears, and though he knows he’ll probably have a lot of explaining to do tonight, he’s willing to deal with the consequences just as long as Jinyoung keeps doing what he’s doing. Judging stares and prying eyes he can deal with, but if Mark has to walk out of the room with his dick still hard, he thinks he might just light himself on fire.
Jinyoung’s lips are made for this, so soft and so plush that they feel like pillows gliding over his length, bobbing up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, and each time his cock hits the back of the brunet’s throat he feels that tight, white ball of heat expand in the pit of his stomach and threaten to explode.
But somehow it isn’t enough. Jinyoung’s pace is too slow, the friction not quite what Mark needs, and without meaning to he lets out a whimper.
“Please.”
His voice sounds so feeble, so pathetic, and it’s obvious in the way Jinyoung pulls away and grins that he loves how much control he has over the red head.
“Please what?” Jinyoung cocks his head to the side, eyebrow raised as he waits expectantly for Mark’s answer. But somehow the elder seems reluctant to share with him his deepest desires.
“What’s the matter?” Jinyoung teases, tongue sweeping along Mark’s lower lip before plunging forward to dance with the red head’s.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Mark groans into Jinyoung’s mouth, half frustrated, half aroused, and pulls away with a frown on his face. “Stop it.”
Jinyoung chuckles. “I will if you tell me what you want.” He licks along the shell of Mark’s ear, blows hot air on the wet skin and watches in delight as the elder shudders and mewls. But it isn’t until he runs the pad of his thumb over Mark’s leaking slit that it finally spills from the red head’s lips.
“Please fuck me.”
Jinyoung quirks an eyebrow, cups a hand around his ear and leans in close to make sure he heard correctly. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
But Mark no longer feels embarrassed, the confession somehow liberating now that it’s left his lips, and he’s feeling rather bold so he tugs at the garter of Jinyoung’s boxers and forces him down onto the bed next to him, sweeps his right leg up and around so that he straddles his hips and makes sure that his voice is crystal clear when he says,
“Shut up and fuck me.”