[nct: markten] (but please dont bite)
ten/mark; 4200 w; rating: nc-17
In Mark’s nineteen years of living, four of those being a sexually sentient person, he never once imagined his first time doing something like this would be with a mutual guy friend he met through Jaehyun of all people in a twin sized dorm bed on a Wednesday night.
Mark is really happy to be at Ten’s dorm room. Mark is really happy to be here. But the nervousness pricks at his chest a bit. It’s almost exciting. To see Ten in an intimate place-his intimate place-when they’ve only ever been out everywhere else. And Mark is scared, and he’s not sure why. Spending time with Ten in a place when a roommate could just walk in at any time. Not that he’s embarrassed to hang out with Ten alone-it’s just, Mark doesn’t want anyone to disrupt this once in a lifetime aloneness together he thinks he may never get again or something. Like, it feels that way. Ten seems really hard to get your hands on, Mark thinks.
Mark is standing there dumbly outside of the dorm door. Ten lives in Delta-one of the oldest buildings of dorms that are outside instead in the style of the New Hall dormitory Mark can only compare to a hotel-so the heat of a quickly approaching summer is starting to make his armpits and back sweat. Mark hates that it’s hot even at night, and he doesn’t even know what to do (like, should he knock?) so he takes out his phone dumbly and sends an I’m here text.
Ten
The door is unlocked just come in lol :)
Mark acts too quickly before he can talk himself into being hesitant and turns the handle. (But maybe that seems too eager?)
“Hey,” Mark calls to the empty room. Mark wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the Delta rooms really don’t look anything like New Hall. The walls are cinder block, painted over with an ugly yellowish cream white, with tiled floors that haven’t been stripped and re-waxed in years. But it really does look like Ten’s room. Or at least one half of it does. Ten’s extra long twin bed is in the furthest left corner, a worn black comforter obviously too big for the bed strewn across it. There’s polaroids strung on the wall of Ten and other people, and even from this distance he can see the additions Ten has put up of him and Mark. It makes his chest tight.
But no Ten in sight.
“Ten?” Mark calls loudly. “Are you even here?”
“Yeah!” he calls from somewhere. And Mark turns his head stupidly. There’s a door in the right corner in the kitchenette alcove Mark can only assume is Ten’s bathroom. “I was in the shower!” Ten yells from behind the door. Mark swallows. Suddenly he feels too close and too big to Ten’s personal space-Ten’s existence.
“O-oh,” Mark replies, looking for anywhere to sit so he doesn’t look like a giant fool standing around when Ten exits. Roommate’s bed if off limits, and there’s something too intimate about sitting on Ten’s bed. He’s over thinking that, though. Mark is sure that’s normal? All of Ten’s friends probably sit on his bed.
But before he has time to act, Ten opens the door. His hair is still a wet, probably having stopped the hair dryer because Mark had texted him, and he’s dressed comfortably in sweats and a very loose muscle tee. Pretty glasses set on his face and a towel around neck.
“Muscle tee for your muscles, huh?” Mark says to him playfully, trying to kill the nervousness with casualness. Ten rolls his eyes with a smile, running the towel through his hair carefully. Mark takes off his shoes and puts them by the air conditioning unit.
“Just because you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that,” Ten quips playfully, giving Mark a once over briefly. Mark feels fucking naked. “You look tense, Mark. It’s just my room, calm down,” Ten laughs. Mark doesn’t know if he likes how easy it is for Ten to read him or not.
“You can sit on my bed if you don’t want to stand. Me and my roommate never bothered with bringing in furniture. Too much work,” Ten tells him, going back into the bathroom to hang the towel over the shower rod. Mark can only follow what Ten says, not wanting to look too stupidly inexperienced with dealing with this. What even is “this” that Mark is talking about? Life, probably? The fact that Mark has never been in a room of a man he’s liked alone because he has never liked a man until now? Yeah.
“Uh, okay, thanks,” Mark replies, making his way coolly to Ten’s bed to sit on its edge. Ten walks out of the bathroom and falls onto the bed behind Mark onto his stomach and turning onto his side, readjusting his glasses once he does so. “Tired?” Mark laughs over his shoulder.
“Something like that,” Ten says from behind him, Ten’s hands find their way to the hem of Mark’s shirt to play with it absently. Mark can only describe the feeling in his chest as hot and it reaches to his throat. “Lay down with me!” Ten whines, and Mark really, really can’t say no to that.
“Alright, alright,” he laughs in pseudo giving in, and lays back, propping his sock covered feet on the bed. Mark is on his back, Ten is on his side, and Mark isn’t sure how to act.
“Am I the big spoon or something?” Ten remarks, smile in his voice.
“I didn’t know we were spooning,” Mark laughs.
“We’re semi-spooning,” he explains. Ten presses his fingers into Mark’s exposed stomach, and the muscles spasm in reaction. Mark doesn’t want to acknowledge it, but his face heats up anyway. “Thanks for coming over,” Ten says to him, voice tired. “I didn’t really have anything planned for us to do. I just wanted to hang out before we met up with everyone later. I realized we never really do anything one-on-one,” Ten tells him.
“No, I get that. I was happy to come over,” Mark reassures him. “Yukhei had Jungwoo over anyway… and you can get the picture from there,” Mark laughs, and so does Ten.
“They kicked you out to fuck, huh?”
“Pretty much,” he laughs. “But that’s not why I wanted to come over!” Mark adds quickly. He doesn’t want Ten to think Mark sees him as an alternative.
“No, I get that! I’ve experienced my fair share of it. It’s nice to have a place to go,” Ten laughs, but he pauses for a moment. Mark can feel the heat of embarrassment envelop him in that brief instant.
“You can face me, you know.” And Mark imagines this like he’s in a video game. Ten is the final boss. Mark can face him at his level, right? Or does he need to reach level 99?
“O-okay, if you w-want me to?” Mark says it like a question, seeking for permission. But he’s almost scared of the answer.
“I want you to.” Mark doesn’t know what it means, and maybe he’s too old to overthink it at this point in his life. Like, he needs to get out of those kinds of thoughts. He hasn’t experienced them since high school. Since liking his biology desk partner. And now with Ten he has to experience the immaturity of a first crush all fucking over again. And all the shit that comes with it.
And in this small, extra-long twin bed where barely two people can fit, Mark maneuvers himself onto his side to face Ten. Mark doesn’t know where to look, but his eyes wander to Ten anyway. Ten is staring at him through the frames of his glasses, and Mark doesn’t think his face can heat up any more, doesn’t think he can get any more nervous. Mark feels like his chest will implode.
“What’s wrong?” Ten asks him quietly in the space between them. “Are you okay?”
“I’m nervous,” Mark says without thinking. Fuck. And Ten laughs.
“Nervous over me? Cute,” Ten replies. Ugh.
“H-hey! I can’t help it, okay,” Mark laughs it off. “I’ve never done something like this before,” he lets slip out.
“You’ve never laid in someone’s bed and talked to them?” Ten asks, quirking his brows.
“That’s not it.” And Mark doesn’t want to explain and doesn’t want Ten to press any further.
“You’re very exhilarating, Mark Lee.” And Mark doesn’t really know what in the hell exhilarating means, but, fuck, he wants to hear it again. Mark swears he would be violently shaking due to nerves if he had half the mind to let it overcome him.
Ten scoots closer, and Mark freezes. Mark scans Ten’s body: arms exposed, legs exposed, hair damp and a mess. And he looks so good. Ten looks so good, and Mark really wants to touch him. And there’s no way on God’s green fucking earth Ten didn’t see Mark looking. Mark has never had sex with a man. Has never experimented with a man. Mark hasn’t even watched gay porn. But he can only vividly imagine doing things with Ten. And the warmth wells up in gut, and he thinks he’ll kill himself if he gets an erection right now. Mark doesn’t know how he could get out of that. Trying to explain that to Ten would be the worst experience of his life.
(Or not.)
“Mark,” Ten says gently. And Mark is thrown out of his sexually dissociative episode.
“Uh-huh,” Mark replies, his voice shaking. He can already feel his cock growing, and he wants to die. He really wants to. He bites his bottom lip and holds it between his teeth.
Ten grabs Mark’s face with warm hands and brings Mark’s lips to his own, and Mark reciprocates so readily he’s not even sure where the muster fucking came from. They don’t kiss, but god Mark really wants to. His heart is beating like a drum, and Ten throws a leg over Mark’s hip. “You are really exhilarating,” Ten says again, breathily and quiet against Mark’s mouth, and Mark thinks he could come like that if Ten talked to him enough in that way. Embarrassing.
“I-fuck,” Mark says, his brain swirling, cock getting harder. What the fuck is going on. Ten grinds his own cock into Mark’s and Mark lets out a pathetic sound. Mark can’t fathom this-a very real Ten pressing himself into a very real Mark in an air conditioned dorm room. Mark doesn’t even want to think about how this will end-what will happen after.
Ten kisses him-a real kiss-and Mark only reciprocates by opening his mouth to let Ten’s tongue in. God, he hasn’t done this in so long he’s not sure how to even do it anymore. He wants to do it. He wants to so badly. Ten licks his tongue against Mark’s and against his teeth, and Mark is a puddle.
“I-I haven’t done this in a while,” Mark says breathlessly. And he hopes Ten takes that in a better way than what Mark really means by it. Take it like Mark hasn’t be sexual in a while. Take it like Mark hasn’t touched another person in a while. In actuality, Mark hasn’t done any of that. (But he’s at least done his fair share of making out.)
“Don’t worry about it,” Ten assures him. Ten grinds his cock once more into Mark’s, leg still thrown over Mark’s side, and Mark realizes Ten is hard. A peck against Mark’s mouth. “You’re fine.” Another peck.
“Fuck,” Mark lets out. “God, I want you to touch me,” Mark says, pressing his mouth back into Ten’s, palms coming up to touch Ten’s face. Mark jerks his hips involuntarily into Ten’s, not really sure what he’s doing but looking for release all the same.
“Didn’t know you had guts like that,” Ten responds before dipping into Mark’s neck to suck on the skin and press his lips against his Adam’s apple.
“Me neither,” Mark admits, pressing his cock harder into Ten’s own, almost getting brave.
“I really want to touch you,” Ten says, pressing a hand into Mark’s hard on. The sensation is wild, and Mark wants Ten to touch him skin-on-skin, never mind that over thinking bullshit.
“Fuck,” Mark grunts out. He moves his hips and Ten lets out a breathy sound. Ten moves his open mouth against Mark’s, tongues pressing into each other sloppily, no rhyme or reason to movement at all.
“Can I?” Ten asks, fingers pressing around the crown of Mark’s clothed erection. The stimulation is killing him, and precome is touching the fabric uncomfortably already, and Mark would beg if he could get the pathetic words out.
Mark only nods, and Ten smiles devilishly before reaching into Mark’s loose shorts and then his boxers to wrap a hot fist around Mark’s sensitive cock. This is surreal. Mark can’t believe he’s here in Ten’s bed, Ten’s mouth on his neck, with Ten’s fist around his dick. It’s sublime having another person touch you, and Ten’s hands are scorching and soft unlike Mark’s own usually cold and rough ones.
Mark touches his forehead against Ten’s own and lets Ten stroke him out where he can see it; Mark’s hot breath creates a faint fog on Ten’s lenses. Ten is so thorough and the pace is perfect, and Mark can’t help but think about all the other people Ten has done this with in his years of experience and how this is his first real sexual experience. Ten stops abruptly and Mark gasps, but Ten only uses both hands to pull the fabric past Mark’s ass and over his cock. Mark screws his eyes shut and ruts his hips.
“You look really good like this,” Ten whispers hotly between them. He can feel Ten’s breath fan over his lips and nose, and the urge to kiss him again swells in him. Mark can’t say anything as Ten works his fist up his shaft, dragging the precome down to the base in a sticky, rough mess. The friction is better than Mark could ever get with himself, and he wonders briefly if it’s because Ten is the one doing it.
Mark places his more free hand on Ten’s hip, gripping him firmly and letting his fingers grace the warm skin under Ten’s shirt. Ten strokes Mark, languid and hot, in the space between them, pressing a tormenting thumbnail in the slit of Mark’s cock, and Mark cries out from the back of his throat. Ten smiles and licks into Mark’s open mouth before squeezing his fist around Mark’s swollen, leaking head every time he reaches the tip.
“You can come if you need to, you know,” Ten tells him. “You don’t have to hold back.” It’s said low and quiet, and Mark can barely look Ten in the eyes.
“B-but you haven’t-” Mark manages to choke out.
“Mark,” Ten says firmly. “It’s okay. I want to get you off.” Mark tries to swallow, but he feels it get stuck in his throat. Holy shit. Ten told him he actually wants to get Mark off (has his fucking hand around Mark’s cock for Christ’s sake), and Mark can’t even admit out loud how badly he wants Ten to come too.
“P-please,” Mark says quietly. “I-I want to see you,” he manages out, heart in his throat, blood hot in his face. Ten smiles and wets his bottom lip and goes in for another kiss. Mark eagerly accepts it, parting his lips and letting Ten lick against his teeth and tongue.
“Can I get on top of you?” Ten asks into Mark’s mouth, palming the tip of Mark’s cock. Mark still can’t choke down the spit in his throat, but he somehow gets out a very desperate Yeah.
Ten removes his hand from Mark’s shaft and sits up, pushing Mark onto his back again, Mark’s cock out and lewdly bobbing. Ten’s knees are around Mark’s hips, legs parallel to his own, and Mark can’t help but look up at Ten. This position is so provocative, Ten sitting on Mark with his thighs apart, ass on his lap basically, and Mark can’t help but think of how this what Mark fucking Ten could look like. Ten riding him, open around him, hands on him, hands on Ten. Mark’s cock twitches, precome beading at the slit and falling onto his t shirt. All thoughts of being nervous have been replaced with nothing but getting Ten off and romantic influenced carnal desire. Mark instinctively grabs at Ten’s hips, and Ten laughs.
“You want to see me get off?” Ten asks, voice playful and sweet. “That’s kind of hot, Mark Lee.” Mark wants nothing more than to pull his eyelids so hard his face tears off. Ten just called him hot. God, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. God, he’s embarrassed. God, Ten is cute. Mark’s heart constricts (but only a little).
Ten raises his hips to pull his sweats down enough to free his cock, and Mark finally, finally swallows. Mark wants to close his eyes, but he really can’t-he really can’t take his eyes off what’s in front of him. Mark has no idea what to do, and he glances up at Ten, biting the corner of lip.
“You want to continue? We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Ten says gently, worry etched into his eyebrows and mouth.
“No, I want to,” Mark says quickly (dumbly). Ten lets a breathy air of a laugh out of his nose.
“Aye aye, captain,” Ten says, placing his palms on Mark’s hipbones. Mark is sure his face is beet red, and his neck is definitely sweaty. Maybe with time Ten won’t make him so cripplingly shy and hot. In Mark’s nineteen years of living, four of those being a sexually sentient person, he never once imagined his first time doing something like this would be with a mutual guy friend he met through Jaehyun of all people in a twin sized dorm bed on a Wednesday night. Someone who makes him so utterly nervous, someone he likes an unbelievable amount. But Jaehyun and crippling anxiety are quickly pushed out of Mark’s mind when Ten grabs Mark’s shaft with his right hand, giving it one good stroke before leaning over. Mark’s not sure what’s about to happen, but holy fucking shit, he braces for it.
Ten lets the gathered saliva in his mouth fall out in a thick string right before Mark’s eyes, and it hits the head of his cock in the weirdest stimulation of his life. Mark jerks his hips a fraction, spit and precome falling down his shaft, and Ten moves in with his hips. Ten wipes his mouth before with a smile before grasping both their cocks in one hand to the best of his ability, and Mark cries out with a twitch of his hips.
Ten pushes Mark’s t-shirt up with his left hand, and Mark’s abdomen spasms again, nipples embarrassingly hard. “Just in case,” Ten explains, pushing his glasses back up his nose, before twisting a fist down both their cocks, precome starting to stain the hem of Ten’s sweats. Mark does his best to nod in confirmation. The sensation is so strange but good and solid and wet, and Mark can feel the fabric of Ten’s sweats against the underside of his shaft. Mark ruts his hips to gain some friction, to beg for tightness, to beg for more contact, and Ten makes a noise in his throat that Mark didn’t think would be so rewarding (but definitely was). But Ten lets both of their cocks go and transfers his hand his own, leaning over Mark to kiss him square on the lips, breathing hot and heavy into his mouth.
Ten pulls back and strokes himself, using his thumb to circle over the head for stimulation. Mark watches Ten as he does it, and Ten focuses on himself, glasses sliding down his nose. All thoughts of “I can’t believe this is happening” have since filtered out of Mark’s head, and how he can only think of how badly he wants to come, but also how badly he wants Ten to come (and how fucking good Ten looks in glasses). Ten jerks himself off with quick strokes, squirming on Mark’s thighs and fucking into his fist sloppily. Mark is uncomfortably hard, but he can’t even reach to touch himself.
Ten’s face falls forward, and his breathing gets harsher, glasses becoming displaced on his face. “I’m about to come,” Ten huffs out, suddenly taking Mark’s bordering on painful erection into his fists again, Ten’s own cock gaining friction against his own. Mark’s breathing becomes shallow, and Ten gets rougher, sloppier with each wet, messy stroke and twist. Ten cups both of their cocks around the heads, and Mark can feel Ten’s thighs tense under his weight. Ten comes with a soft, breathy cry and jerk forward, glasses finally falling and bouncing off Ten’s fingers with a clatter to the floor, come being caught in his fists and on Mark’s aching cock. Mark’s soul has officially left his body. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything that hot in his life. Fuck. Nothing proud to admit, but Mark thanks years of jacking off for not prematurely coming like he probably, really could have in another reality. Thank you, Higher Power. You saved Mark this one time.
Ten releases his softening cock and scoots back, taking Mark’s come covered cock in his equally come covered hands, and fists his shaft with both fists. Ten squeezes and loosens his grip a couple of times until Mark starts fucking into Ten’s fists. The ride is so slick and quick, and Mark feels the warmth in his abdomen uncoil. “Ten,” he breathes out, screwing his eyes shut, pulling at his eyelids. “I’m going to come,” he forces out.
“You can,” Ten assures him, hair in his eyes, letting Mark ride it out in his hands. Mark comes in a rough spurt that dribbles down onto Ten’s fingers. “Was that okay?” Ten asks, holding his come covered hand away from both of them.
“Yeah, yes,” Mark says quietly. “I’m-I don’t know what to say?” Mark’s head is swimming and he presses his hands into his eyes. Ten just got him off. Ten just got him off. This is, like, the weirdest, nastiest experience of his life. “I’m so awkward,” Mark laughs hysterically into his hands.
Ten seemingly gives up trying to find something suitable to wipe his hands off with, so he pulls the shirt off his head carefully and cleans his hands off into it before gently cleaning up Mark’s abdomen and softening cock. Ten throws it onto a pile of laundry (Mark’s unsure if it’s even dirty laundry), and lifts his hips to tuck himself back into his pants.
“Hey, hey,” Ten says nicely. “You’re not awkward,” he reassures him. “You’re just, like, really shy,” Ten laughs, leaning down to kiss Mark on the lips. Ten falls onto his side and kicks legs back onto the bed, and Mark finally tucks himself back into his shorts.
“I wouldn’t say just shy,” Mark says turning to Ten. “That was, like, the nastiest thing I’ve ever done,” he laughs weakly.
“That’s very vanilla of you,” Ten says with a laugh, turning on his side to face him.
Mark’s heart beats hard in his chest, and he can feel it in his esophagus. “N-no, like,” Mark stutters out. “I’ve never done anything like,” Mark makes an ambiguous hand motion, “that…” he trails off. “At all.”
“What?” Ten asks too loudly. “What?!” And Ten’s not mad, but Mark can see that he is definitely panicking, so Mark starts panicking too. “What?! You should’ve told me!” Ten shouts, sitting up and hitting Mark in the stomach. Mark covers his face with his hands again. God, Mark is embarrassing. He’s just embarrassing!
“I didn’t want to seem lame,” Mark whines, the echo of his voice against the fortress of his palms.
“Mark! I wouldn’t have thought you were lame,” Ten cries, exasperatedly so, and drapes himself dramatically across Mark’s torso for a good measure, hair tickling him in the process. “I would’ve done something less…” Ten trails off, voice muffled. Mark can feel Ten’s face heat up quickly against his skin. Oh my, God, is Ten embarrassed?
“I’m sorry!” Mark says, feeling a little bit light. Feeling a lot lighter.
Ten bites into the flesh of Mark’s side. “You are ridiculous,” Ten says endearingly.
“You are a little ridiculous, too,” Mark rebuts, poking Ten in his shoulder. He can’t believe the comfort returned that fast. Mark really likes Ten.
“I really like you, Mark Lee,” Ten says into Mark’s skin, and Mark is sure that his heart really did implode in a confetti-like cloud in his ribcage.
“Like me?” Mark asks, voice shaking, hands shaking, heart shaking. This is real. Mark is about to lose his mind.
Ten pushes himself up and looks at Mark, squinting to see him without his glasses. “I really like you, Mark Lee,” Ten says again.
In Mark’s nineteen years of living, four of those being a sexually sentient person, he never once imagined his first time doing something like this would be with a mutual guy friend he met through Jaehyun of all people in a twin sized dorm bed on a Wednesday night.
Mark is really happy to be at Ten’s dorm room. Mark is really happy to be here. But the nervousness pricks at his chest a bit. It’s almost exciting. To see Ten in an intimate place-his intimate place-when they’ve only ever been out everywhere else. And Mark is scared, and he’s not sure why. Spending time with Ten in a place when a roommate could just walk in at any time. Not that he’s embarrassed to hang out with Ten alone-it’s just, Mark doesn’t want anyone to disrupt this once in a lifetime aloneness together he thinks he may never get again or something. Like, it feels that way. Ten seems really hard to get your hands on, Mark thinks.
Mark is standing there dumbly outside of the dorm door. Ten lives in Delta-one of the oldest buildings of dorms that are outside instead in the style of the New Hall dormitory Mark can only compare to a hotel-so the heat of a quickly approaching summer is starting to make his armpits and back sweat. Mark hates that it’s hot even at night, and he doesn’t even know what to do (like, should he knock?) so he takes out his phone dumbly and sends an I’m here text.
Ten
The door is unlocked just come in lol :)
Mark acts too quickly before he can talk himself into being hesitant and turns the handle. (But maybe that seems too eager?)
“Hey,” Mark calls to the empty room. Mark wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the Delta rooms really don’t look anything like New Hall. The walls are cinder block, painted over with an ugly yellowish cream white, with tiled floors that haven’t been stripped and re-waxed in years. But it really does look like Ten’s room. Or at least one half of it does. Ten’s extra long twin bed is in the furthest left corner, a worn black comforter obviously too big for the bed strewn across it. There’s polaroids strung on the wall of Ten and other people, and even from this distance he can see the additions Ten has put up of him and Mark. It makes his chest tight.
But no Ten in sight.
“Ten?” Mark calls loudly. “Are you even here?”
“Yeah!” he calls from somewhere. And Mark turns his head stupidly. There’s a door in the right corner in the kitchenette alcove Mark can only assume is Ten’s bathroom. “I was in the shower!” Ten yells from behind the door. Mark swallows. Suddenly he feels too close and too big to Ten’s personal space-Ten’s existence.
“O-oh,” Mark replies, looking for anywhere to sit so he doesn’t look like a giant fool standing around when Ten exits. Roommate’s bed if off limits, and there’s something too intimate about sitting on Ten’s bed. He’s over thinking that, though. Mark is sure that’s normal? All of Ten’s friends probably sit on his bed.
But before he has time to act, Ten opens the door. His hair is still a wet, probably having stopped the hair dryer because Mark had texted him, and he’s dressed comfortably in sweats and a very loose muscle tee. Pretty glasses set on his face and a towel around neck.
“Muscle tee for your muscles, huh?” Mark says to him playfully, trying to kill the nervousness with casualness. Ten rolls his eyes with a smile, running the towel through his hair carefully. Mark takes off his shoes and puts them by the air conditioning unit.
“Just because you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that,” Ten quips playfully, giving Mark a once over briefly. Mark feels fucking naked. “You look tense, Mark. It’s just my room, calm down,” Ten laughs. Mark doesn’t know if he likes how easy it is for Ten to read him or not.
“You can sit on my bed if you don’t want to stand. Me and my roommate never bothered with bringing in furniture. Too much work,” Ten tells him, going back into the bathroom to hang the towel over the shower rod. Mark can only follow what Ten says, not wanting to look too stupidly inexperienced with dealing with this. What even is “this” that Mark is talking about? Life, probably? The fact that Mark has never been in a room of a man he’s liked alone because he has never liked a man until now? Yeah.
“Uh, okay, thanks,” Mark replies, making his way coolly to Ten’s bed to sit on its edge. Ten walks out of the bathroom and falls onto the bed behind Mark onto his stomach and turning onto his side, readjusting his glasses once he does so. “Tired?” Mark laughs over his shoulder.
“Something like that,” Ten says from behind him, Ten’s hands find their way to the hem of Mark’s shirt to play with it absently. Mark can only describe the feeling in his chest as hot and it reaches to his throat. “Lay down with me!” Ten whines, and Mark really, really can’t say no to that.
“Alright, alright,” he laughs in pseudo giving in, and lays back, propping his sock covered feet on the bed. Mark is on his back, Ten is on his side, and Mark isn’t sure how to act.
“Am I the big spoon or something?” Ten remarks, smile in his voice.
“I didn’t know we were spooning,” Mark laughs.
“We’re semi-spooning,” he explains. Ten presses his fingers into Mark’s exposed stomach, and the muscles spasm in reaction. Mark doesn’t want to acknowledge it, but his face heats up anyway. “Thanks for coming over,” Ten says to him, voice tired. “I didn’t really have anything planned for us to do. I just wanted to hang out before we met up with everyone later. I realized we never really do anything one-on-one,” Ten tells him.
“No, I get that. I was happy to come over,” Mark reassures him. “Yukhei had Jungwoo over anyway… and you can get the picture from there,” Mark laughs, and so does Ten.
“They kicked you out to fuck, huh?”
“Pretty much,” he laughs. “But that’s not why I wanted to come over!” Mark adds quickly. He doesn’t want Ten to think Mark sees him as an alternative.
“No, I get that! I’ve experienced my fair share of it. It’s nice to have a place to go,” Ten laughs, but he pauses for a moment. Mark can feel the heat of embarrassment envelop him in that brief instant.
“You can face me, you know.” And Mark imagines this like he’s in a video game. Ten is the final boss. Mark can face him at his level, right? Or does he need to reach level 99?
“O-okay, if you w-want me to?” Mark says it like a question, seeking for permission. But he’s almost scared of the answer.
“I want you to.” Mark doesn’t know what it means, and maybe he’s too old to overthink it at this point in his life. Like, he needs to get out of those kinds of thoughts. He hasn’t experienced them since high school. Since liking his biology desk partner. And now with Ten he has to experience the immaturity of a first crush all fucking over again. And all the shit that comes with it.
And in this small, extra-long twin bed where barely two people can fit, Mark maneuvers himself onto his side to face Ten. Mark doesn’t know where to look, but his eyes wander to Ten anyway. Ten is staring at him through the frames of his glasses, and Mark doesn’t think his face can heat up any more, doesn’t think he can get any more nervous. Mark feels like his chest will implode.
“What’s wrong?” Ten asks him quietly in the space between them. “Are you okay?”
“I’m nervous,” Mark says without thinking. Fuck. And Ten laughs.
“Nervous over me? Cute,” Ten replies. Ugh.
“H-hey! I can’t help it, okay,” Mark laughs it off. “I’ve never done something like this before,” he lets slip out.
“You’ve never laid in someone’s bed and talked to them?” Ten asks, quirking his brows.
“That’s not it.” And Mark doesn’t want to explain and doesn’t want Ten to press any further.
“You’re very exhilarating, Mark Lee.” And Mark doesn’t really know what in the hell exhilarating means, but, fuck, he wants to hear it again. Mark swears he would be violently shaking due to nerves if he had half the mind to let it overcome him.
Ten scoots closer, and Mark freezes. Mark scans Ten’s body: arms exposed, legs exposed, hair damp and a mess. And he looks so good. Ten looks so good, and Mark really wants to touch him. And there’s no way on God’s green fucking earth Ten didn’t see Mark looking. Mark has never had sex with a man. Has never experimented with a man. Mark hasn’t even watched gay porn. But he can only vividly imagine doing things with Ten. And the warmth wells up in gut, and he thinks he’ll kill himself if he gets an erection right now. Mark doesn’t know how he could get out of that. Trying to explain that to Ten would be the worst experience of his life.
(Or not.)
“Mark,” Ten says gently. And Mark is thrown out of his sexually dissociative episode.
“Uh-huh,” Mark replies, his voice shaking. He can already feel his cock growing, and he wants to die. He really wants to. He bites his bottom lip and holds it between his teeth.
Ten grabs Mark’s face with warm hands and brings Mark’s lips to his own, and Mark reciprocates so readily he’s not even sure where the muster fucking came from. They don’t kiss, but god Mark really wants to. His heart is beating like a drum, and Ten throws a leg over Mark’s hip. “You are really exhilarating,” Ten says again, breathily and quiet against Mark’s mouth, and Mark thinks he could come like that if Ten talked to him enough in that way. Embarrassing.
“I-fuck,” Mark says, his brain swirling, cock getting harder. What the fuck is going on. Ten grinds his own cock into Mark’s and Mark lets out a pathetic sound. Mark can’t fathom this-a very real Ten pressing himself into a very real Mark in an air conditioned dorm room. Mark doesn’t even want to think about how this will end-what will happen after.
Ten kisses him-a real kiss-and Mark only reciprocates by opening his mouth to let Ten’s tongue in. God, he hasn’t done this in so long he’s not sure how to even do it anymore. He wants to do it. He wants to so badly. Ten licks his tongue against Mark’s and against his teeth, and Mark is a puddle.
“I-I haven’t done this in a while,” Mark says breathlessly. And he hopes Ten takes that in a better way than what Mark really means by it. Take it like Mark hasn’t be sexual in a while. Take it like Mark hasn’t touched another person in a while. In actuality, Mark hasn’t done any of that. (But he’s at least done his fair share of making out.)
“Don’t worry about it,” Ten assures him. Ten grinds his cock once more into Mark’s, leg still thrown over Mark’s side, and Mark realizes Ten is hard. A peck against Mark’s mouth. “You’re fine.” Another peck.
“Fuck,” Mark lets out. “God, I want you to touch me,” Mark says, pressing his mouth back into Ten’s, palms coming up to touch Ten’s face. Mark jerks his hips involuntarily into Ten’s, not really sure what he’s doing but looking for release all the same.
“Didn’t know you had guts like that,” Ten responds before dipping into Mark’s neck to suck on the skin and press his lips against his Adam’s apple.
“Me neither,” Mark admits, pressing his cock harder into Ten’s own, almost getting brave.
“I really want to touch you,” Ten says, pressing a hand into Mark’s hard on. The sensation is wild, and Mark wants Ten to touch him skin-on-skin, never mind that over thinking bullshit.
“Fuck,” Mark grunts out. He moves his hips and Ten lets out a breathy sound. Ten moves his open mouth against Mark’s, tongues pressing into each other sloppily, no rhyme or reason to movement at all.
“Can I?” Ten asks, fingers pressing around the crown of Mark’s clothed erection. The stimulation is killing him, and precome is touching the fabric uncomfortably already, and Mark would beg if he could get the pathetic words out.
Mark only nods, and Ten smiles devilishly before reaching into Mark’s loose shorts and then his boxers to wrap a hot fist around Mark’s sensitive cock. This is surreal. Mark can’t believe he’s here in Ten’s bed, Ten’s mouth on his neck, with Ten’s fist around his dick. It’s sublime having another person touch you, and Ten’s hands are scorching and soft unlike Mark’s own usually cold and rough ones.
Mark touches his forehead against Ten’s own and lets Ten stroke him out where he can see it; Mark’s hot breath creates a faint fog on Ten’s lenses. Ten is so thorough and the pace is perfect, and Mark can’t help but think about all the other people Ten has done this with in his years of experience and how this is his first real sexual experience. Ten stops abruptly and Mark gasps, but Ten only uses both hands to pull the fabric past Mark’s ass and over his cock. Mark screws his eyes shut and ruts his hips.
“You look really good like this,” Ten whispers hotly between them. He can feel Ten’s breath fan over his lips and nose, and the urge to kiss him again swells in him. Mark can’t say anything as Ten works his fist up his shaft, dragging the precome down to the base in a sticky, rough mess. The friction is better than Mark could ever get with himself, and he wonders briefly if it’s because Ten is the one doing it.
Mark places his more free hand on Ten’s hip, gripping him firmly and letting his fingers grace the warm skin under Ten’s shirt. Ten strokes Mark, languid and hot, in the space between them, pressing a tormenting thumbnail in the slit of Mark’s cock, and Mark cries out from the back of his throat. Ten smiles and licks into Mark’s open mouth before squeezing his fist around Mark’s swollen, leaking head every time he reaches the tip.
“You can come if you need to, you know,” Ten tells him. “You don’t have to hold back.” It’s said low and quiet, and Mark can barely look Ten in the eyes.
“B-but you haven’t-” Mark manages to choke out.
“Mark,” Ten says firmly. “It’s okay. I want to get you off.” Mark tries to swallow, but he feels it get stuck in his throat. Holy shit. Ten told him he actually wants to get Mark off (has his fucking hand around Mark’s cock for Christ’s sake), and Mark can’t even admit out loud how badly he wants Ten to come too.
“P-please,” Mark says quietly. “I-I want to see you,” he manages out, heart in his throat, blood hot in his face. Ten smiles and wets his bottom lip and goes in for another kiss. Mark eagerly accepts it, parting his lips and letting Ten lick against his teeth and tongue.
“Can I get on top of you?” Ten asks into Mark’s mouth, palming the tip of Mark’s cock. Mark still can’t choke down the spit in his throat, but he somehow gets out a very desperate Yeah.
Ten removes his hand from Mark’s shaft and sits up, pushing Mark onto his back again, Mark’s cock out and lewdly bobbing. Ten’s knees are around Mark’s hips, legs parallel to his own, and Mark can’t help but look up at Ten. This position is so provocative, Ten sitting on Mark with his thighs apart, ass on his lap basically, and Mark can’t help but think of how this what Mark fucking Ten could look like. Ten riding him, open around him, hands on him, hands on Ten. Mark’s cock twitches, precome beading at the slit and falling onto his t shirt. All thoughts of being nervous have been replaced with nothing but getting Ten off and romantic influenced carnal desire. Mark instinctively grabs at Ten’s hips, and Ten laughs.
“You want to see me get off?” Ten asks, voice playful and sweet. “That’s kind of hot, Mark Lee.” Mark wants nothing more than to pull his eyelids so hard his face tears off. Ten just called him hot. God, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. God, he’s embarrassed. God, Ten is cute. Mark’s heart constricts (but only a little).
Ten raises his hips to pull his sweats down enough to free his cock, and Mark finally, finally swallows. Mark wants to close his eyes, but he really can’t-he really can’t take his eyes off what’s in front of him. Mark has no idea what to do, and he glances up at Ten, biting the corner of lip.
“You want to continue? We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Ten says gently, worry etched into his eyebrows and mouth.
“No, I want to,” Mark says quickly (dumbly). Ten lets a breathy air of a laugh out of his nose.
“Aye aye, captain,” Ten says, placing his palms on Mark’s hipbones. Mark is sure his face is beet red, and his neck is definitely sweaty. Maybe with time Ten won’t make him so cripplingly shy and hot. In Mark’s nineteen years of living, four of those being a sexually sentient person, he never once imagined his first time doing something like this would be with a mutual guy friend he met through Jaehyun of all people in a twin sized dorm bed on a Wednesday night. Someone who makes him so utterly nervous, someone he likes an unbelievable amount. But Jaehyun and crippling anxiety are quickly pushed out of Mark’s mind when Ten grabs Mark’s shaft with his right hand, giving it one good stroke before leaning over. Mark’s not sure what’s about to happen, but holy fucking shit, he braces for it.
Ten lets the gathered saliva in his mouth fall out in a thick string right before Mark’s eyes, and it hits the head of his cock in the weirdest stimulation of his life. Mark jerks his hips a fraction, spit and precome falling down his shaft, and Ten moves in with his hips. Ten wipes his mouth before with a smile before grasping both their cocks in one hand to the best of his ability, and Mark cries out with a twitch of his hips.
Ten pushes Mark’s t-shirt up with his left hand, and Mark’s abdomen spasms again, nipples embarrassingly hard. “Just in case,” Ten explains, pushing his glasses back up his nose, before twisting a fist down both their cocks, precome starting to stain the hem of Ten’s sweats. Mark does his best to nod in confirmation. The sensation is so strange but good and solid and wet, and Mark can feel the fabric of Ten’s sweats against the underside of his shaft. Mark ruts his hips to gain some friction, to beg for tightness, to beg for more contact, and Ten makes a noise in his throat that Mark didn’t think would be so rewarding (but definitely was). But Ten lets both of their cocks go and transfers his hand his own, leaning over Mark to kiss him square on the lips, breathing hot and heavy into his mouth.
Ten pulls back and strokes himself, using his thumb to circle over the head for stimulation. Mark watches Ten as he does it, and Ten focuses on himself, glasses sliding down his nose. All thoughts of “I can’t believe this is happening” have since filtered out of Mark’s head, and how he can only think of how badly he wants to come, but also how badly he wants Ten to come (and how fucking good Ten looks in glasses). Ten jerks himself off with quick strokes, squirming on Mark’s thighs and fucking into his fist sloppily. Mark is uncomfortably hard, but he can’t even reach to touch himself.
Ten’s face falls forward, and his breathing gets harsher, glasses becoming displaced on his face. “I’m about to come,” Ten huffs out, suddenly taking Mark’s bordering on painful erection into his fists again, Ten’s own cock gaining friction against his own. Mark’s breathing becomes shallow, and Ten gets rougher, sloppier with each wet, messy stroke and twist. Ten cups both of their cocks around the heads, and Mark can feel Ten’s thighs tense under his weight. Ten comes with a soft, breathy cry and jerk forward, glasses finally falling and bouncing off Ten’s fingers with a clatter to the floor, come being caught in his fists and on Mark’s aching cock. Mark’s soul has officially left his body. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything that hot in his life. Fuck. Nothing proud to admit, but Mark thanks years of jacking off for not prematurely coming like he probably, really could have in another reality. Thank you, Higher Power. You saved Mark this one time.
Ten releases his softening cock and scoots back, taking Mark’s come covered cock in his equally come covered hands, and fists his shaft with both fists. Ten squeezes and loosens his grip a couple of times until Mark starts fucking into Ten’s fists. The ride is so slick and quick, and Mark feels the warmth in his abdomen uncoil. “Ten,” he breathes out, screwing his eyes shut, pulling at his eyelids. “I’m going to come,” he forces out.
“You can,” Ten assures him, hair in his eyes, letting Mark ride it out in his hands. Mark comes in a rough spurt that dribbles down onto Ten’s fingers. “Was that okay?” Ten asks, holding his come covered hand away from both of them.
“Yeah, yes,” Mark says quietly. “I’m-I don’t know what to say?” Mark’s head is swimming and he presses his hands into his eyes. Ten just got him off. Ten just got him off. This is, like, the weirdest, nastiest experience of his life. “I’m so awkward,” Mark laughs hysterically into his hands.
Ten seemingly gives up trying to find something suitable to wipe his hands off with, so he pulls the shirt off his head carefully and cleans his hands off into it before gently cleaning up Mark’s abdomen and softening cock. Ten throws it onto a pile of laundry (Mark’s unsure if it’s even dirty laundry), and lifts his hips to tuck himself back into his pants.
“Hey, hey,” Ten says nicely. “You’re not awkward,” he reassures him. “You’re just, like, really shy,” Ten laughs, leaning down to kiss Mark on the lips. Ten falls onto his side and kicks legs back onto the bed, and Mark finally tucks himself back into his shorts.
“I wouldn’t say just shy,” Mark says turning to Ten. “That was, like, the nastiest thing I’ve ever done,” he laughs weakly.
“That’s very vanilla of you,” Ten says with a laugh, turning on his side to face him.
Mark’s heart beats hard in his chest, and he can feel it in his esophagus. “N-no, like,” Mark stutters out. “I’ve never done anything like,” Mark makes an ambiguous hand motion, “that…” he trails off. “At all.”
“What?” Ten asks too loudly. “What?!” And Ten’s not mad, but Mark can see that he is definitely panicking, so Mark starts panicking too. “What?! You should’ve told me!” Ten shouts, sitting up and hitting Mark in the stomach. Mark covers his face with his hands again. God, Mark is embarrassing. He’s just embarrassing!
“I didn’t want to seem lame,” Mark whines, the echo of his voice against the fortress of his palms.
“Mark! I wouldn’t have thought you were lame,” Ten cries, exasperatedly so, and drapes himself dramatically across Mark’s torso for a good measure, hair tickling him in the process. “I would’ve done something less…” Ten trails off, voice muffled. Mark can feel Ten’s face heat up quickly against his skin. Oh my, God, is Ten embarrassed?
“I’m sorry!” Mark says, feeling a little bit light. Feeling a lot lighter.
Ten bites into the flesh of Mark’s side. “You are ridiculous,” Ten says endearingly.
“You are a little ridiculous, too,” Mark rebuts, poking Ten in his shoulder. He can’t believe the comfort returned that fast. Mark really likes Ten.
“I really like you, Mark Lee,” Ten says into Mark’s skin, and Mark is sure that his heart really did implode in a confetti-like cloud in his ribcage.
“Like me?” Mark asks, voice shaking, hands shaking, heart shaking. This is real. Mark is about to lose his mind.
Ten pushes himself up and looks at Mark, squinting to see him without his glasses. “I really like you, Mark Lee,” Ten says again.