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mark tuan. 19. assistant. west. pansexual. free. foreplay. n classes. public. rough.

[markjin]

markjin with a cute dog

[a-jackson-lust]

我的點心！生日快樂！！！

(* his pulse is loud in his ears and he has to consciously fight off the urge to rub at the back of his neck, and anyone who knows just a hint of the type of person jackson is should know that he doesn’t embarrass lightly. and this, whatever this is, has to be the most nervous that jackson’s been in years. if not his whole lifetime. he already has the text messages typed out on his phone, though it is his sixth attempt since he had to get the wording just right because he’s either far too subtle or downright criminally perverted and neither will do with how much jackson’s already hyped this moment up for himself. he’s striving for some unattainable goal of perfection even though somewhere deep down he knows it’s not necessary or even achievable with the sort of gift he has in mind. no one should think that highly of themselves, anyway. mark’s probably going to give him that flushed, awkward, beautiful but he’ll never admit it even though jackson’s called him that some few nights when they’re more drunk than sober smile and jackson’s heart will stop for a second or two. but then again, he needn’t worry about perfection when he knows mark will thoughtlessly uphold that part on his end. jackson’s always thought incredibly highly of his roommate, and maybe that’s why he’s prepared to go to this extent to prove that he’s damn grateful for mark’s existence. he doesn’t blindfold himself, because he wants to see. he doesn’t use restraints, because he wants to touch. and even though the gift he’s giving is simple in its entirety, he can’t help but complicate it. he sends the text with closed eyes and pursed lips before he takes his position on his roommate’s bed, clad in a pair of mark’s boxer briefs and nothing more than a few strategically placed gift bows. one on his lips—effectively silencing himself—another on the waistband of his attire for an additional hint towards mark’s gift, and one final bow stuck to jackson’s bare chest that veers a little more to the left. though whether jackson was aware he had placed it over his heart is debatable. if this is, indeed, the colossal failure that he fears it will be, jackson can buy mark a cake and shrug this all off to his own active imagination. )

( sms → dimsum ) dorm. now. laugh and i'm rescinding the offer. ( sms → dimsum ) happy birthday, mark.

[amarklust]

(`a lousy yawn muffles into the back of his hand and mark reaches over to grab the vibrating phone. the relief of finally finishing all his classes washing over him as he skims across the newly received messages and all too quickly a smile spreads on his lips) he remembers, (`there was a cheesy feeling that settles in his stomach, like a teenager getting noticed by his crush but mark pushes it aside because his emotions always fuck with him when jackson's involved. so, he rereads the message [for another four times] and briefly glances down the hallway. the suspension alone-- on what exactly jackson was planning was killing him and mark tries his best to not let his thoughts get the better of him.)

( sms → mandu ) im expecting a big present and it better be good. ( sms → mandu ) thank you, jackson.

(`he glances at his message, not finding himself pleased with the response but knowing how he likes to be perfect around jackson, it'd probably take his whole trip down to the dorm before he could think of a better one. so, he sighs and continues to make way down the corridor. just another couple of steps, mark finds himself thinking and he couldn't help but shake his head at how impatient he's becoming. the sleepiness that devoured him during all his classes vanishing and the redhead isn't even close to surprised. though, despite everything he had said, just that moment alone, with jackson on his birthday, would be satisfying and mark once again shakes his head, completely disgusted with how cheesy he was getting and of course, it was all thanks to jackson and his stupid ways of making him all too sickeningly emotional.) god-- (`the redhead emits a chuckle, was he foolish when it came to his roommate.)  

[a-hyorin-lust-deactivated201409]

Late Night Swim; Mark & Hyorin

[a-hyorin-lust-deactivated201409]

          She noticed that he had been speechless, not really mentioning anything about it. Hyorin knew most compliments these days were empty and mainly used for sex, but every compliment she had told him was the truth. She had no reason to lie to someone, even if she did want to go to bed with them. She would use genuine compliments and get personality to get them into her bed. Not once had Hyorin ever lied to anyone that she slept with. She wasn’t like that, and she had hoped they weren’t like that either. She knew that Mark’s compliments were used on other girls, but she also knew he was being honest with her and that she enjoyed about them throwing compliments back and forth. She turned, staring at the water as she took off swimming.

          She loved feeling the water rushing past her as she swam father away from him. Her eyes were closed as her arms sliced through the water. When she got a good distance away she turned over, floating on her back with a bright smile on her lips as she looked up at the moon. Her eyes traced over it, making a mental note to where all the dark spots were and how it shined like the sun. Hyorin absolutely adored the sparkles that it gave off. No matter who painted a picture of the moon, she didn’t think any of them could capture the bright sparkle that she paid close attention to.

          She glanced at him, a smile on her lips when she realized he wasn’t paying attention to her. She dipped her head under water, and took off swimming towards him. She swam up right behind him and with a devious smirk on her face she popped up behind him. A pout was evident on her face when she realized she didn’t scare him/. She looked at his face, getting lost in his eyes again. Her eyes followed the outline of his face, lingering on his lips she bit her own. “Can I kiss you?” She questioned with a blush on her cheeks as she looked at him.

[amarklust]

The faint shudder from the midnight breeze ran goosebumps down Mark's arms. The only thing he disliked about late night swims were the constant variation of temperatures-- from being hot to cold. Yet, he pushed those thoughts the moment the female reappeared in his line of vision and a faint smile settled on his lips once his gaze ran across her evident pout. How cute she looked-- Mark decided to bite back that compliment. Though, it was then silence took over and tilting his head to a certain angle, the redhead amusedly observed the female before him. It was obvious she was checking him out-- more so, once her gaze fell onto his lips but the male kept silent.

He wanted to see just what the next move was and running his own brown orbs across her lip bite, Mark listened to her request. If he were to be completely honest, those words wasn't what he was predicting. He had expected her to notice his stare and blush some more-- but this was just as amusing. "You want to kiss me?" He repeated, keeping his tone at a teasing level. The naivety that followed that comment, how innocent and pure it sounded, Mark somehow found himself enjoying it. So, he took a step forward, closing the mere distance they had between them, before a vivid smirk sketched upon his lips. "And why would you like to kiss me?" The prior amusement was still settled in his words but there was also a mix of curiosity. Despite all those speechless compliments Hyorin had given him before, Mark was genuinely interested in hearing her answer.

Though, either way-- the male was surely going to grant her wish. A kiss under the moonlight sounded rather perfect at the moment. It was just the need to tease and frustrate the female that prevented him from doing it right away.

[amarklust]

late night ruckus : jongin x mark

[a-kimjongin-lust]

As it was every night, he couldn’t sleep. Two hours, two unbearably long hours he’d been laying in bed with only one thing in mind: sleep. But all Jongin could do was toss and turn, forcing his eyelids over weary eyes. He spent a while sprawled across his bed, eyes focused on the ceiling above as if it had an interesting pattern to it when it really didn’t – he had to get some rest. He dragged himself up with a melodramatic sigh of defeat, figuring that maybe he could find something else to occupy his attention for a moment until he could finally get to bed. The young man slipped his raggedy v-neck back on, ruffling a hand in his hair before he started his way out the room. It was deathly quiet, which meant everyone in the dorm was either asleep themselves or, just oddly quiet for once. Jongin came to a pause in his midnight journey to figure out exactly where he was going to go – he peeked into the kitchen, deciding that maybe a late night snack or two was what he needed.

He didn’t bother with turning on the light though, since he had pretty good night vision or whatever it was called. Jongin toed around the room as quietly as possible, being absolutely careful of making too loud of noise. He didn’t feel like really cooking anything, and he couldn’t cook in the first place – he could count all the times he’d almost burned down the kitchen back at home, causing his mom to ban him from stepping foot in there with the will to make anything at all. He decided on easy food, more specifically his go-to of instant ramen because he kind of, sort of could work a stove when he needed to. He made a move to open the overhead cabinet, slightly stumbling with the lack of light. However, that tiny, insignificant loss of footing caused a domino effect.

Suddenly, he found himself bombarded by a mess of pots and pans.  He groaned as his bottom hit the ground quite painfully, the pot he’d been reaching for overturned and sitting on the floor beside him, along with a few others. He really didn’t feel like getting up and damn, that sure did hurt more than it should. Jongin hoped it hadn’t made too much noise, but he knew that wasn’t so since it was a bunch of metal after all that fell. He knew it’d been loud especially when someone else came curiously wandering into the kitchen moments later. The first year still hadn’t even tried to get up from where he was and only looked at the other boy standing at the entrance with reddening cheeks.  “Uh, wow. This is embarrassing,” he began quietly, covering his face briefly. “I can explain, this, totally? At least I think I can?” Jongin eyed the pan in the male’s hand with a sheepish chuckle. 

[amarklust]

Call him a paranoid moron but Mark kept his ground, carefully observing the student with his infamous judgeful eyes. --Because who truly knows? There could still be a murder or kidnapper-- or something evil that lurked in that innocent face and he had to be prepared when and if the other decided to sudden jump attack him with a chainsaw or any other murderous weapon. Perhaps the assistant watched too much horror movies but anything is possible. So, that seemed to be his logic to keep a hold -- Mark's eyes drew up his arm to the object that was subconsciously still in his grip, -- of the frying pan. However and despite his thoughts, the male kept silent; quietly observing the stranger across from him.

There were some facts Mark gained from his study, that being, the other male was clumsy and considering his butt was still planted on the floor, probably in pain. So, call the redhead a jerk but he found it beneficial because now if they did break out into any sort of dangerous hide-and-seek-look-i'm-a-murder type of game, Mark would have the upperhand and man was he definitely watching too much scary movies. Though, thoughts vanished at the other's voice and cocking his head to an angle, the assistant noticed the redness that crept the student's cheeks. It was probably that, that brought Mark back to his more realistic thoughts and shaking his head in disbelief, the male took a careful step closer to the other. "Do go on. I'm listening." His words were mixed with faint sarcasm and amusement because things were finally connected and the redhead decided to not label the other as a horrific axe-murder just yet. -- Then, again, with a face as innocent and reddening as that, Mark couldn't seem to. 

"Oh and by the way, we do actually have lights in this kitchen." Another hint of sarcasm and the assistant then patiently waited for the other's explanation-- for what exactly happened that brought the male tumbling to his butt in the darkness of their kitchen.  

[ex-myungsoo-lust-deactivated201]

for the kids : mark + myungsoo

[ex-myungsoo-lust-deactivated201]

There was a certain amount of satisfaction that Myungsoo got when Mark seemed to be hesitant to follow through with what was happening. This was what Mark wanted, he wanted Myungsoo to suffer through being nice to him — suffering was supposed to be shared, wasn’t it? Spread between the ‘loving couple’ and their children. Myungsoo was doing what he was told and scolded to do by the children and if he could get Mark in that small plastic house. Everything would be worth it for some time alone. Which sounded more romantic than Myungsoo would admit, because his alone time with Mark meant making the redhaired male whine and cringe in pain. Not what everyone else would imagine it’s meaning to be.

Mark was going to wish he’d never met Myungsoo.

Myungsoo’s gaze steadied on Mark when the other’s concern rose with words; ‘wait’ and ‘why’. No answer was needed in Myungsoo’s mind. There was no need to wait—Mark wanted this. To play along with the children. And why? Because Myungsoo said so. That’s why. There was a quiver of a smirk on Myungsoo’s lips when he heard Mark whine that he didn’t need medicine. Not yet anyway. He’d need medicine soon. “They made it special for you, jagiya. You should have it and feel better,” Myungsoo couldn’t help the hints of dark amusement in his tone as he held the dough in one hand and watched Mark glare at him. That might have been the most attractive look the redhaired had; it was satisfactory to Myungsoo. But he hadn’t got to break a bone yet, so who knew if Mark didn’t look better then?

A chuckle rolled from Myungsoo’s lips when he saw Mark squeeze his way into the house. Slowly Myungsoo crouched down, falling onto his knees as he half crawled into the house and reached out for Mark. At least whatever he did would be hidden now. His hands finding Marks shoulders, using his strength to shove Mark roughly against the first thing her could. “Come here, jagiya~” Myungsoo cooed with a snare, fingers finding the playdough to press it against Mark’s mouth; one knee pressing him forward more to add more force against it. “Eat it or I’ll hurt you,” he hissed lowly, believing no children would be able to hear or see what he was doing to Mark inside that small plastic house.

For a twenty-two year old male, he had forgotten any sense of maturity in that moment; it was like he was five years old again. Except instead of being the kid who punched the bully, he was the bully demanding the weaker kid to eat a worm so everyone would laugh.

"Eat it, or I’ll break your arm."

[amarklust]

Mark despised Myungsoo and the overall arrogance he had never seemed to hide, they were enemies for a reason and now that the other had the upper hand, all the younger male wanted to do was to kick the legend where it hurt. He wouldn't have been so hesitant it if weren't for the fact that facing reality and being surrounded by kids had its consequences. So instead, it resulted in a heavy growl. Brown orbs completely avoiding Myungsoo once he felt the other's dark amusement. Not knowing if he should fear for his life because who knew what that sick fuck had in mind. Yet, that seemed to be answered once hands pressed to his shoulders and flinching at the pain that crept up his back from the sudden rough shove backwards, Mark drew his eyes half-closed. "Fucking bastard--"

He tried to regain his composure but darting his gaze back at the older, the redhead growled once more. "Get off me." He eventually demanded, though, it came out weaker than he had liked and Mark's expression flashed with annoyance. Not classifying the other as immature until playdough was pressed to his mouth and at that the younger fell into disbelief.

Was the son of Kim Cooperation currently forcing him to eat some dough?

Mark was lost for his words. His head turned to the left in hopes of avoiding Myungsoo and his bullying tactics. "What kind of threat is that? You dick." He eventually spat out, absolutely irritated with how things were going and deciding to not put up with the other's shit any longer, Mark pushed at Myungsoo's chest. His hands swatted the older's in attempt to keep the playdough away as finally, when things felt like they weren't in his favour, Mark decided to tackle his rival. Using the force and strength of his own body to push the other back down and onto the floor of their little plastic house, Mark toppled onto the older.

"How about you eat it instead?" The male then questioned, trying to pry the dough from the other's hand as he momentarily forgot their current situation, that the eyes of many children could be peeking through the small little windows of the playhouse. But then again, that seemed to be the last of his worries. "Be a good boy and open wide." Mark, just as immaturely, threatened.

[a-sukyung-lust]

sw4gkyng92: #TeamCrackediPhone :'( @mrk

[a-sukyung-lust]

Sukyung was just about to maker her leave the other when his sudden offer burst from his lips. It took her a moment to realize what he had said, and once it registered, the master couldn’t stop the giggles that came out of her mouth. “What?” she asked through her laughs, finding that it sounded absolutely ridiculous for someone to be asking her that like she was some kind of lead in a cheesy drama. She wasn’t sure why that had struck a particular cord with her, maybe because she just really needed some kind of outlet? Sukyung wasn’t sure, but either way it made her laugh so who cares, right?

"Well, I mean," she amended, finally calming down after a moment, "if you’re into that kind of stuff I’d be glad to hit you." It was still pretty evident in her voice that she was trying to stop laughing. In all her time here, this had to be one of the strangest moments she had to witness. The master didn’t know if the other was being serious to not. He was being so awkward and cautious before but now he was blurting out whatever came to mind? Sukyung wondered if this was how he got her to open up a little bit.

Regardless of his intentions, it seemed to work in his favor anyway. Sukyung was almost automatically in a slightly better mood, forgetting for a second just what pissed her off so much so that it would cause the other to interact with her in the first place. “Sorry if I offended you,” she apologized, grinning widely and running a hand through her hair. “I never had someone deliberately ask me if I wanted to hit them, but thanks for the offer.” The mater was genuine in her apology. Mark— right?— and her were still generally a bit awkward, and she had grilled him earlier for trying to pry his way into her life. Besides she wasn’t completely oblivious, like c’mon she’s a human too.

[amarklust]

A sense of relief washed over Mark the moment the female giggled. He was surprised at how the cold exterior Sukyung kept since the beginning of their conversation was easily shattered with just a few of her laughs but it pleased the redhead, nonetheless. It meant he was doing something right. "Um," there was a flash of mild embarrassment that settled in the male's eyes once her question carried disbelief and Mark finally understood how stupid his prior comment was. It was a spur-in-the-moment kind of thing and an awkward chuckle slipped past his lips. Though, his explanation was held back at Sukyung's next comment and allowing a more genuine laugh to escape his throat, Mark shook his head.

"No, strangely enough I'm not interested in that kind of stuff but if I do become a masochist in the near future, I'll be sure to come find you first." There was a sense of playfulness with his words and the redhead could finally feel himself ease up. His own previous exterior slowly disappearing. To be quite honest though, if things took a turn and if the female was going to accept his proposal about being hit, Mark somehow felt like he wasn't going to back out from it. It was weird-- yet, he found it the only way to comfort people who didn't work well with words. Once again, people like himself and either way, it worked on opening Sukyung up.

It was then her apology rang his ears and Mark was honestly surprised. He hadn't expected that but it made a warm prideful feeling run up his back and he all too willingly accepted it. "Nah, don't worry. I'm not angelic on my bad days either." He teased, trying to keep the conversation playful and another laugh bubbled in his chest. "Honestly, I never asked anyone to hit me before either, so, I guess we're both virgins on that." Mark continued and despite the awkwardness that still settled in the air, the redhead wanted to start things over. To rewind their whole encounter and begin from the top because Sukyung, despite her well-known sass, seemed like someone Mark could have a laugh (or bitch about people) with.

[amarklust]

the black hole : chen x mark

[a-chen-lust]

Nothing Mark said or did was going to make up for this — nothing. As soon as he was capable of breathing, Chen was going to make the redhaired male pay. His anger lost when another fit hit him, though less ruthlessly as he seemed to have gotten most of it from his lungs. Not that that matter, every cough shattered pain from the back of his skull and he felt belligerently on the edge of his own deathbed. If drama didn’t fit his ego, nothing would. When his eyes flickered to see Mark against his desk, all he could imagine was the other was going to steal his cookie. If Chen was in Mark’s position, he would have stolen the cookie. Not that he’d ever be such a sergeant tight ass about any project he was given. “Just— don’t to— touch my cook-ie,” He managed out over strained coughs, his health was perfectly fine. A glare was shot at Mark for nagging him about his health.

Mark was the reason he was in this mess.

Chen snatched the bottle that was offered to him, hastily gulping down mouthfuls — but not without threatening to splutter it back up when a handful of coughs forced their way up from his chest. He only just managed to contain it. Every part of him hurt now; his eyes stung with the linger glaze of tears and he agitatedly wiped his face on the shoulder of his shirt and down his forearm. Another mouthful of water, a smaller one and his gaze flickered up to see Mark again. “Don’t think I forgive you,” he muttered out, voice contorted at its edges from the attack on his system, and his arm used more to make sure there was no remnants of tears. The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of Sergeant Tight-Ass. Pain or no pain.

"You tried to kill me," Chen stated without even blinking; as if this fact couldn’t be anything but the truth. The flirt lifted the bottle to his lips again as he had another drink and swallowed down the last of the discomfort from his chest. Clarity came to those who had been on verge of death — or something. Jongdae was hardly going to question the idea that came to him as he let his eyes run up Mark. "You should make it up to me," he was useless at hiding the deviousness in those words, the drink bottle soon placed aside before his fingers stretched for the front of Marks jeans. This plan would be effective for two reasons — it would distract Mark from the damn project and Chen would get what he always wanted. Chen’s parted lips were brushed on the back of his hand as he focused on the button of Mark’s jeans.

"Let me see you naked."

[amarklust]

Mark continued to study Chen, impatiently waiting for the dickhead to finally get back up on his feet. From the other's scrawny built, the redhead had predicted a more fragile side when it came to strength, however, the excessive amount of coughing to the point of death was not in Mark's expectations and if anything happened, this would surely be used as blackmail. Though, his attention shifted upon the other's voice and as the only words that fell from Jongdae's lips revolved around his precious cookie, the younger groaned. Yet, a response wasn't followed once Chen reached over to snatch the water bottle and scoffing at the silent 'thank you', Mark crossed his arms and kept up his sturdy composure.

He balant out watched the other drain down the bottle and the resemble to a dehydrated baby bird almost made the redhead snicker.

Though, those humorous thoughts faded when Jongdae continued and holding back a snort at the accusation that he was a possible murder, Mark rolled his eyes childishly. "Look you piece of shit. If you had just done your project properly without plagiarizing --" He growled once his couldn't find a proper conclusion to his sentence and keeping a steady gaze on the other, the male arched a brow in confusion as the eyes of his partner ran down his body. A faint shudder running up his back at the other's comment. It was obvious and crystal-clear that Chen had something up his sleeves and knowing the other well enough to tell he wasn't one to be on the losing side, Mark carefully observed his partner.

It was a definite shock when fingers latched to the front of his jeans and widening his eyes just slightly, the younger brushed his own hands against the older's. "What the heck-- what are you doing?" Though, it was a second later that his question was answered and yelping out another 'what', Mark, unprepared by the attack, tumbled back onto his butt. He flinched faintly at the light pain before he tried to regain his posture, hands once again pushing at Jongdae's forehead. "Stop trying to get into my pants, you bastard." He then called out but despite that the feeling of the other's fingers brushing against his crotch did him no good and Mark groaned once more. Nothing ever seemed to go right with Chen in the picture.

[amarklust]

birthday fun : hongbin x mark

[exahongbinlust-deactivated20140]

Hongbin braced himself against the wall, his hands pressed against the coolness of it. He ran his tongue over his drying lips as he felt the other pressed against him. He wanted to moan out for the other to just fuck him, but even he knew things like this couldn’t be rushed. He had to take his time with this and enjoy himself. He may have been drunk, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew good sex was good by taking your time and enjoying it for what it was worth. Who cared if they were in a disgusting bathroom. It was worth adding to the mess.

As soon as he felt the fingers push into his entrance, he dropped his head forward, a desperate moan soon left his lips. He pressed his ass out more for Mark as he lifted his head to glance back at the other. “You don’t… have to be gentle,” he taunted a bit. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip as he rested his cheek on his arm. He could see Mark’s reflection in the mirror, his finger pressed inside of him. “Just fuck me,” he grounded out, hoping the other would give in to him.

[amarklust]

Impatience clearly radiated off of Hongbin and Mark couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. Yet, it backfired because how needy and desperate the other was slowly becoming played with his own arousal and Mark eventually got the point. His fingers messily rubbing against Hongbin's entrance for a mere second before he pulled out. "Are you that excited to feel me?" The male then exhaled in a low breath against the older's shoulder and his fingers ran down to his own neglected length. Stroking the skin of his cock for a few seconds, Mark pressed the tip of his member against Hongbin's entrance.

Tauntingly, he rubbed his length against the other's hole and without a warning, Mark thrusted his cock inside Hongbin rough. A low growl escaping his throat just afterwards as the feeling of warmth and tightness quickly surrounded him. "Fucking god, -- you're tight." The male then hissed as he adjusted himself into the other. Drunk or not, the satisfying feeling of being inside the other got Mark riled up and pressing his fingers harshly against Hongbin's hips, the redhead slowly moved his own hips-- patiently waiting for the other to also adjust. 

[bamnb]

markbam at kimju thailand  (─‿‿─)

[amarklust]

late night ruckus : jongin x mark

Mark stifled back another yawn. The temptation to crawl right into bed increasing with each movement down the west dorm's corridor. The clock struck past midnight and unfortunately, the enrollment in N Class came with more homework than he was expecting. However, he was done with all that shit and that was all that mattered at the moment. It was now time for him and his bed to spend some final seconds together, yet, things were never on his side and as a sudden crash piped through the silent walls of the dorm and echoed loudly through the hallway, Mark almost jumped in surprise. He hadn't predicted anyone to still be awake -- or at least, his thoughts were far from that but once the rustling continued, the redhaired glanced at the little route that lead to the kitchen. Though, should he go or not was soon after decided once he felt the earlier sleepiness drain from his body.

Yet-- the moment Mark reached the kitchen, his eyebrows arched in confusion. There wasn't anyone in sight and the darkness that enveloped the area made him even more confused. Still, curiosity lit brightly inside him and once he felt another presence, Mark reached over to grab whatever he could on the counter beside him. He then took a breath, relaxing his nerves because he could totally take on a murder or a kidnapper. At least, he liked to believe and reaching over to finally flicker on the lights, brown orbs drew to a male that took a spot on the center of the kitchen floor. A scream almost emitting from the assistant at the actual sight of another person, yet, he swallowed it down and stared.  "Um," Mark cocked his head to the side in full confusion. It was too late in the night for him to use his brain but witnessing the clatter of mess that surrounded the student, it was easy to put the pieces together.

However, despite it all, Mark kept his spot by the entrance. His gaze carefully studying -- judging the other male across from him all too patiently while he waited for an actual answer.

[tuansandwich-blog]

[amarklust]

birthday fun : hongbin x mark

[exahongbinlust-deactivated20140]

Hongbin let himself dive into the kiss. His body was hungry for Mark, calling to him and begging him with each sound and each flick of his fingers against his bare skin. His fingers brushed against Mark’s side and his neck as they kissed. He was more so ready to be fucked into the wall. He didn’t even care that they were in a dirty, club bathroom anymore. All he cared about was the throbbing length between his legs that begged for release.

A soft chuckle left Hongbin’s lips, mixing with the sounds of their kiss, “You could… have already had… me on your cock by now.”

A whimper left Hongbin’s lips as Mark pulled away from him. He was going to reach out and tug him back until he heard the other. He pulled his bottom lip between his lips before he turned, his front against the wall. He pushed his ass out shamelessly. He was taunting Mark, daring him to come closer.

[amarklust]

This was how things were supposed to be; Hongbin was supposed to be begging. Yet, it backfired on Mark when each pleading noise that left the other's mouth travelled heat down his already burning body; when it added more strain to his arousal. Though, a laugh fell under his own breath just afterwards at Hongbin's words, not denying the truth, he could have already had that but playing with one's impatience increased the roughness and horniness in sex, especially drunken sex. "Aren't you a impatient one?" The words drawled out and Mark crooked his head in amusement once Hongbin finally turned around.

However, once hips were pushed out and the view of the other's ass was tauntingly presented to him, Mark lapped his tongue over his lips in want. "Fuck," he cursed, knowing just how teasing his friend was trying to be and groaned before returning body warmth. His chest pressed tightly against Hongbin's back. "Aren't you a slut?" Mark slurred, not really thinking as his hands travelled across the other's ass, kneading his fingers into the plump cheeks before he found the entrance and without much of a sign, Mark pushed his fingers into Hongbin's hole. Gently with the focus on stretching and preparing the other. "How do you feel?"

[amarklust]

one night in japan : joon x mark

[ex-joon-lust-deactivated2016042]

The ability to make someone laugh, properly and honestly was one most needed in a place like the cafe. For one, it flooded the body with the chemicals that would help another person relax and with this, it would make Joon’s job a whole lot easier. Pride rose in Joon’s chest as he heard the redhaired male tease him back. They were small and adjusted steps — and Joon was quite certain he would be able to help the younger relax, as long as he kept playing along with him. “Thank you for making me feel better about it,” Joon only hinted the slightest sarcasm in the words, prefering the playful banter to remain light and he hoped that the other would hold onto the uplifted mood. He studied the boys features as he gazed over the teas, and obviously had little idea of what he wanted, proven by the next words.

Joon hummed lightly, holding Mark’s gaze for a moment longer than was truly needed; soft and warm amusement in his eyes. A brief holding, before he let his dark orbs fall down to the teas and used one finger to trace over the edge of one of them. He often picked teas for the customers, some of them merely wanting an excuse to find out something that he likes and Joon had a game where he picked a different one every time. This was to keep them on their toes, and it evened out the order when they had to make on. One of everything. “How about cardamon cinnamon tea?” He suggested as he lifted the small packet up and placed it by the cup. There was another run of his finger before he selected two more.

His gaze drifted back to the redhaired male, his hand rested on the back of the others chair was raised as he made a small and weak move. One of his favourites, because it so often worked for him. The tips of his fingers traced down the curve of the youngers neck, lightly straighteding out the collar in and excuse — all he wanted was to tease his fingers on the sensitive area. Graze down under the hem and brush back up an inch or more than nessecary. “Or you have pouchong and jade oolong,” Joon added, not mentioning or forgive his touching. Why would he? Though he soon barely angled his head and let his lids half close as he gazed over the tea set. “Or I could just add a lot of sugar to any of them,” he teased with a small chuckle.

[amarklust]

If he were to be honest, Mark was one that was deemed as a picky eater. Only certain things suited his taste buds (as he likes to emphasize), so, it wasn't much of a shock to the people close to him when the male didn't know much about food labels outside the few he was accustomed too. In this particular case, his rookish mindset was evident. Mark Tuan didn't know much about tea. However, the urge to try something new (which was rather rare for this picky eater) was somehow strong and soon his brown orbs followed Joon's hand, briefly glancing at each set with clear curiosity. It was then the other's words rang through his ears and Mark chuckled under his breath. "You're welcome. I'm told that I have a speciality in making people feel better." He returned the faint sarcasm.

With the hum, the male then glanced over his shoulder, meeting Joon's eyes for that brief moment. It was weird; he felt pulled into the stare. Surprised with how warmth they looked but the thoughts broke once the other pulled away and devoting his attention back on their topic of interest, Mark studied the cardamon cinnamon. His thoughts solely focused between the choices of tea Joon had kindly picked out for him and reaching over to grab the pouchong and jade oolong packet, the faint scent of the leaves had won him over.

"This--", his words came to halt once the tips of the other's fingers lingered against the side of his neck and Mark glanced back at his companion. His brown orbs seeking for some sort of reasoning, however, the moment they laid on his collar, straightening out his wardrobe, Mark pressed his lips. For some reason, it felt normal and the redhaired drew his gaze to his own shoulder, capturing the mere glimpse of Joon's arm. "I think this one seems fine and if not, we could always go with your sugar idea." He finally responded, waving the oolong bag carefully but despite his words, Mark kept most his focus on the little motions of Joon's fingers. The way they were moving tauntingly against his neck. Mark was perplexed with how well and how fast the other was luring him in. 

[amarklust]

stumbling over his history x markson

[a-jackson-lust]

(* there wasn’t a single thread of rejection left in jackson. the fear that he’d felt mere moments ago that he might have lost mark had faded away with each passing second that saw their lips locked together in a sweet kiss. jackson wasn’t capable of feeling anything but blissful in those precious seconds, and if his lungs weren’t begging it of him, he wouldn’t have pulled away for anything. well, almost anything. he stopped himself from analysing mark’s expression and trying to read too much into the way his lips were parted or what it meant that one eyebrow was four degrees more slanted than the other. none of that mattered now, not after that. though, he quickly found himself with another objective the second mark found his voice. jackson had humoured him long enough, let mark sit on him and do with him as he will—not to mention it’s the longest jackson’s actually been on his back in who knows how long—and he’s not about to let the pure, unadulterated happiness that he feels go to waste now. ) yeah, no shit. (* he quips back in a heartbeat after he finally hears mark’s words, and if his cheeks weren’t already flushed with a pale pink, and if he weren’t grinning ear to ear, then maybe he would’ve said something a little more eloquent, but he’s pretty sure mark can see jackson’s reaction. his hands ascend up mark’s back until his fingers can grip the elder’s shoulder blades, flipping the other onto his back between their beds, and switches their positions as effortlessly as it had played out in jackson’s head. ) i mean… i gathered. (* there are paragraphs on the tip of his tongue—apologies, assumptions, arguments—but he says none, savours the moment he’s been presented with, and moves a single hand to push mark’s hair out of his eyes, returning their lips together again for the third time in the eternity they’ve been given in their room. ) i like you too, idiot. (* he doesn’t know how long he’s going to get until he wakes up from this dream, or until mark realises what’s truly going on, but jackson’s going to seize the day and steal as many kisses as he can. ) and i really like kissing you, too.

[amarklust]

no shit, thats your resp-- (`his words soon fade as he feels the comfort of jackson's hand up his back and mark blinks when words turn into action, when he finds himself flipped and on his back. eyes drawing to the culprit, demanding for an explanation with his stare. however, mark then notices the pale pink that adorns jackson's cheek and he's left tongue tied. so, he keeps his position when the other begins to talk and he finds himself chuckling under his breath, mostly frustrated with the vague answer.) you're making no sense, douchebag. (`yet the redhaired feels like he knows where this is going. that finally he can predict jackson's next move and he continues to stare. too focused on the man that was the sole reason for his current feelings that mark surprisingly doesn't notice his heart is now in his throat. thoughts, though, vanish when warmth meets his skin and mark does nothing more than watch jackson move the strands from his eyes. a heavy smile playing unconsciously on his lips as he found himself subtly nuzzling into the others palm. its totally not his character. he doesn't nuzzle but with jackson around him, nothing ever goes as plan and as lips return, mark finds himself right at home. like jacksons lips belong on his and surely they do, so, he presses a smile against the other's mouth.) you-- (` i like you too, idiot -- however, when the confession settles in his ears, mark steadies his gaze on jackson, on his crush, on the male that just expressed their feelings were actually mutual and laughs, shaking his head.) how romantic. (` though, those aren't the words he wanted to say. nor were they close but mark's embarrassed and flustered and how did things turn out this way? he's not complaining though.) oh god. aren't we such idiots? (`and finally mark falls into another laugh. a genuine one this time.)     

[thatgotseven-deactivated2016040]

when mark misses markson

[amarklust]

birthday fun : hongbin x mark

[exahongbinlust-deactivated20140]

Hongbin could feel the heat and want radiating off of Mark. He knew the other was very close to losing his cool and that was the perfect moment for Hongbin to strike. This what the Flirt lived for (though, tease was probably a far better label for the male, but that was neither here nor there). As his fingers wrapped around his own cock, Hongbin knew his own desire was growing, but he had to make sure it was Mark who made the first move. He could be needy and beg for Mark to fuck him, that would be too easy and inside Hongbin’s head, everything was a game and he aimed to win. That was just the way he was.

As he was pulled to his feet, one of Hongbin’s hand lazily reached up to Mark’s shoulder. He laid his head back on the dirty wall, his pants easily falling to his ankles and his eyes hooded as he looked at the slightly shorter male. A sly smiled appeared on his lips as he tilts his head back more, his eyes closing and his dangerous, pierced tongue darting over his bottom lip as he felt the other grab hold of his cock. He hummed under his breath, almost teasingly, taunting Mark. “That is your own fault,” he muttered before kissing the other back, not able to hide the smile on his lips.

[amarklust]

The taunts and the teases only emitted a growl from Mark, one that wavered with slight disbelief and full hunger. Being on the other side of such was never ideal to the redhead but once eyes flickered across the metal that hooked on the others tongue, all prior thoughts were destroyed. Either way, Mark was going to have Hongbin beg. It would be only truly satisfying having the other weakly and desperately call for his name and a scoff fell under his breath. Partially amused at how confident his friend was. "My fault?" The male then managed to press in between the kiss, his tongue grazing over Hongbin's lips savouring the taste of his own self on the other, "and how exactly is it my fault?"

With the haste of his desires, Mark wrapped his hands around his own length, giving it a gentle stroke before he stepped back and glanced at his partner. "Mhm, we got to get you prepared," he whispered just enough for the other to hear before a smirk sketched on his lips, "turn around," and he forcibly ignored the coldness that settled over him at the unfortunate separation of body contact.

[ex-myungsoo-lust-deactivated201]

for the kids : mark + myungsoo

[ex-myungsoo-lust-deactivated201]

The fact that Mark was pouting and faking hurt made Myungsoo want to twist his arm until it broke instead. Appa. Appa. Appa was going to throw eomma out the window and wave goodbye.

Myungsoo sharpened gaze came with a heavy sigh as he tried not to retaliate to the mouthed words of insult. A hand was swatted at his leg by a child, and Myungsoo closed his eyes when he heard the voices pipe up again. “Don’t hurt eomma! Don’t!” The childs scolded Myungsoo, which only added to the growing irritation that was rising inside his chest and he nodded his head in a loose and lazy manner. More of a rocking that came when he eased his weight back and forth to control himself. “I didn’t mean to hurt, eomma. I was trying to help,” Myungsoo tried not to spit the words in an angry manner, but he was sure some of it bled through. He coudn’t help it much at all. He was pissed.

"You’ll get everything you deserve, ja-gi-ya," Myungsoo broke the word back, he was not going to let Mark win. No — Mark was definitely going to get everything he deserved as soon as Myungsoo could get him alone. His grip on the redhaired arm was loosened barely as he took a step towards the play house. "Come on." Mark wouldn’t have had much choice in whether he was going to the playhouse or not, as Myungsoo took the lead. A glance shot at the younger male as he forced a smile; one that trembled with frustration at the corners and a deep breath. "Let’s go look after eomma," he nodded his head, the last words before he moved for the playhouse door.

The plastic door was the precise height for children, but hardly spacious for Myungsoo or Mark. They were going to be cramped and folded up. Nonetheless, Myungsoo held the door open to the younger and raised his brows. “Jagiya can go first,” he offered with a wave of his hand, the pink plastic door and the white walls; blue window panes. Inside looked prepared for children to play house, with a couple stuffed toys on the floor. Myungsoo gazed over the children that were nearby, one of them bustling up to the two of them and thrusting out some playdough. “Medicine! For eomma!” The small boy offered, toothless grin and his hand shaking with an urgency.

But Myungsoo went for it first.

"I’ll make sure eomma eats it all," he promised the little boy.

[amarklust]

Taking charge of an orphanage filled with children was not on his to-do list nor was suddenly being declared the eomma of the group. You see, Mark Tuan was supposed to do big-boy stuff. He was supposed to be sitting beside his cousin and alternating plans to smoothen out their charity operation. His knowledge exceeded his current position and yet despite it all, the male couldn't help the wave of satisfaction that washed over him everytime he countered Myungsoo. Everytime he seemed to have the last word and though, that thought should not even be crossing his mind (because it degraded his abilities as a businessman to focus on such petty things), it did. 

And Mark somehow remembered he was still young.

That sometimes he needed to throw his head back and laugh and so, he did. A faint chuckle escaping his lips once the children scolded Myungsoo for his wrongdoings, the bastard deserved it after all. However, the moment the older decided to respond, Mark pressed his lips into a tight line. He could oddly foresee the true darkness that was hidden behind Myungsoo's comment and groaned.

Yet, once again proving things had backfired on him, Mark stole a glance at the kids, who seemed rather proud they got eomma and appa taking care of each other. "We're not seriously doing this..." Mark managed to turn his words from a demand to a question as he glanced at the others back, waiting for Myungsoo to drop his arm and give him another glare. Though, once his feet had bought him towards the plastic door, Mark blinked. He honestly had no idea what the other was planning and truly the redhead was slightly anxious. "Wait--" and his words were cut the moment Myungsoo offered for him to go first.

"Why--" and another interruption as eyes fell onto the small boy and nearly about to thank the child for being his saviour, Mark was left with a dumbfounded expression at the true intention. His gaze eventually falling onto the play dough. "I don't need medicine," he almost whined but as Myungsoo reached for the dough instead Mark knew whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be good so he narrowed his gaze into a glare at the older, silently cursing for his mere existence. And then at the promise, a shudder ran up Mark's back but deciding to then ignore everything that surrounded around the bastard, the male finally made his way inside. His whole body crouched and his head lowered as he squeezed into the small house. Oh god, how the heck were they both supposed to fit in there?