Two weeks... two fucking weeks and Jinyoung's complicated irritation of a roommate still hadn't uttered a significant word to him. Ever since their lips connected, Mark had been considerably more quiet. He had always been a man of few words, but this was getting ridiculous. He avoided Jinyoung's eyes, rapidly blinking in any other direction, just to ensure they wouldn't lock gazes and have to talk. They danced around each other with minimal murmurings in a sea of ambivalence, darting away from the other when their skin so much as brushed, as if they were scolded from the contact. Any time they did speak, an awkward tension thickened between them. So many questions were unanswered, a dormant conversation waiting to happen. They seemed fine, for a few days they spoke as usual, their friendship that had bloomed still present if a little wavered. But as time progressed, they saw less and less of each other, work and college alike diverting their attention, leaving their shared time tentative and cautious.
The actor had tried once, attempted to bring up the fact that they had shared a moment in that very bathroom, clinging tightly on to each other in equal measure. Though when he did, Mark's face flushed deeply and his words became stuttered, claiming he had 'some stuff' to do. It was clearly utter lies, but Jinyoung felt at a loss when his hope was snuffed out. Maybe Mark was having second thoughts, maybe looking back on it, Jinyoung couldn't give him what he so desired. It stung, however, the younger kept his head held high and out of the older's way, finding activities to fill up his free time so to not spend it simmering in annoyance in their shared space. One of those ways, was to pester and prod Yugyeom, following around campus to his dorm room, snacking and playing video games along side his childhood friend. With the new addition of Bambam of course.
"So... why don't you just talk to him, again?" Yugyeom asked for what had to be the third time that evening, biting off the end of his pizza slice before viscously tapping his control to aid his avatar to run faster.
"Careful, you'll get tomato sauce everywhere." Jinyoung reprimanded, tutting as he snatched up a tissue to wipe the younger's fingers.
"Ger'off!" Yugyeom whined, mouth full of pizza as he waved Jinyoung away. Jinyoung still managed to wipe him clean.
"Yeah just talk to the guy. Communication is key my friend." Bambam commented from the floor, head resting on Yugyeom's inner thigh who slumped on the sofa.
"That's easier said then done." Jinyoung sighed, giving up all together on the game that flickered on screen.
"True... but you don't know what this could lead to. You have to try." Yugyeom piped up once he gulped down his food. "If Bammie didn't bring up the conversation of us being romantic, we may never have experienced what our friendship could have been." The younger's fingers subconsciously combed through his boyfriend's hair, who hummed in agreement.
"You're relationship guru's now are you, kids?" Jinyoung grumbled, only knowing they were right. He would have to talk to Mark, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. This wasn't fair on either of them.
"You're welcome hyung." Was all that left Yugyeom's mouth before he wolfed down yet another slice of the Italian delicacy, dark orbs still trained on the screen. Jinyoung didn't visit for smart remarks from boy's younger than him. He missed Mark.
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Two bodies panted, spent and sated from intertwined limbs and needy hands which caressed and dug into pliable flesh in their climax. Strawberry blonde hair tickled Jaebum's nose as the head of his boyfriend that rested on his chest, rose and fell in time with his breath. They were slick with sweat as the refrigerator hummed in the other room, basic light bulb swelling overhead. Their space was simple, affordable for two bar owners, one a drop-out and the other barely managing to keep up an on-line course. It wasn't exactly glamorous but it wasn't exactly dingy. It was perfect for the 5"10' thundercloud alongside his smaller sunbeam. They got by, they were happy. That was all Jaebum could ask for.
A comfortable silence landed between them as they both waited on their energy to spark back up, the early hours of the sun peeking through the gaps of a broken blind, highlighting the chipped paint of the wall opposite. Jaebum was meant to give the gaps a fresh coat weeks ago. He would buy a new colour today. They lay around before their day began, before another shift of beer pulling and glass polishing, a never ending cycle of hospitality. The owner held back a groan, shifting his boyfriend around so he could bury his face into the crook of his neck, letting out a content sigh as he inhaled his familiar scent. You couldn't blame him for trying to block out the world, if only for a second.
"We're going to have to get up at some point, you know." Youngjae croaked out, not having actually spoken this morning apart from his wanton moans and pleading as he came apart in Jaebum's hands. It was one of Jaebum's favourite ways of saying 'good morning'. The man only grunted in response, pecking his lips lightly against the skin as Youngjae wrapped his arms around his head, fingers tangling in Jaebum's short hairs at the nape of his neck.
"The bar won't open without you Jae." He reminded him, though neither of them made any move to start the day. They were reluctant to say the least. For a few minutes more they lulled into a companionable quiet, the soft breath that escaped their mouth and nose the soundtrack to their morning.
"Hey Jae..." Youngjae broke in, voice wavering slightly in nervous energy. Jaebum was yet to notice. Jaebum mumbled out an inquiry to what his boyfriend was yet to ask. "Do you think, now we've got Mark, that we could maybe hire some other people?" Jaebum felt his brow twitch upwards, though remained in place.
"What for?"
"Well..." His younger boyfriend began, hooking his leg over the older's hip. "I was just thinking that with the bar's growing popularity and everything... it might be a good idea. And then..." The strawberry blonde wet his lips in the pause. "Maybe if there's enough staff trained up we can... take a break." This time Jaebum did move away slightly, if only to lock eye's with his boyfriend's hesitant irises.
"Take a break?" He repeated in query, still not grasping Youngjae's point.
"Yeah... f-from the bar. We could go away or something... just for a few days!" He hastened to explain, not wanting his lover to think he wanted to give up the life they had. "We could go to Spain or France, not anywhere fancy or anything, we just always dreamed of traveling a bit, didn't we? We could visit our parents, we haven't seen either of them for a while." The co-owner rambled on, playing faster and faster with the hairs of Jaebum's head, the older of the two quirking a brow at the other's apprehensive gestures. Finally Youngjae stopped reeling off ideas, lips pinching together as he awaited his partner's reaction.
"Would you like that?" Was all that the darker haired man replied, capturing the worrying hand of his boyfriends in his, lacing their fingers together to kiss each digit, one after the other. Youngjae could only nod in reply, expectation lighting a fire behind his eyes. How could Jaebum say no to such a innocent expression? "Okay then." He agreed in an instant, no need to think it through if it was something his love was so excited about.
"R-really?" The younger stammered, eyes widening and jaw slackening slightly in disbelief at the ease of agreement.
"Of course. It may take some time to train people up but we could do it. We can use the time planning our trip to France." He mused, now peppering kisses on the other's knuckles.
"O-okay." He spluttered again, a dazzling smile stretched across his face. Jaebum could have sworn the sun shone brighter as he did.
"But we really should get up." The drop-out commented, tapping his own personal sunshine on the bum lightly, before he heaved himself out of bed. Youngjae's only reaction was to yelp. "Want pancakes?" Jaebum called over his shoulder as he shuffled out the bedroom, all the while pulling on a pair of basketball shorts, pausing in the kitchen to search through the cupboards and fridge, hunting for the ingredients. Youngjae cried out a yes from the bedroom, galloping over behind the taller of the two, to stand on tiptoes and plant a kiss on Jaebum's waiting cheek. The pancake maker turned at the contact, managing to capture the other's lips in a warm, soft kiss as he cracked an egg in hand, smirking at the sight of his boy jogging back to the bedroom to get dressed. Not that Jaebum was complaining about Youngjae's bare bum being in sight at all times.
And so their day began, from pleasure filled hours to reluctance to untangle as promises were made between the sheets. They may not have been rich in currency, but they were sure as hell rich in love.
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Bass thumped in Mark's chest as the music vibrated through the room, a sea of bodies pressed together in a glowing, grinding mess on the dance floor, pulsing in magenta and cyan. Couples paired off into the shadows, where hands roamed and mouths connected. A bar lined the back wall, mixologists twisting and catching cocktail shakers and bottles, paying customers 'oohing' and 'ahhing'as they did. The blonde's own drink dampened his hand with condensation that misted the sides, a cherry shade which dyed his tongue with the sickeningly sweet taste of it. Everything was blurred at the edges, the artist's brain just a little sluggish as the alcohol began to set in. His body seemed to wave as he propped himself up on the bar counter, elbow hooked over the dark wood as an anchor. He flicked the straw around the glass with his stained tongue, chestnut irises trained on a sight just out of reach. If only he would come that tad bit closer. But he didn't, he remained out of his grasp by millimeters. If the LA native stretched to draw that person near, it would be painfully obvious that he indeed, wanted them there. Mark cursed his past self on why the hell he was even here in the first place.
The artist had been more than happy doodling in his sketch book, melody then only echoing through his earphones as he did. His foot tapped along to the beat, head subconsciously nodding as the pencil glided over the paper. He was mid way erasing an anatomically incorrect leg when his roommate breezed into the bedroom from the bathroom, humming his own tune as he did, regarding an item that resided on his duvet. They had yet to speak that day, but as the evening edged on and neared the night, Mark assumed they wouldn't at all. That was until he glanced up innocently, only to blanch at Jinyoung's attire. Tailored trousers hung down from his waist, charcoal in colour, though that was a regular item of clothing for the younger, nothing unusual there. No, it was the top half that had the tips of Mark's ears rouging.
A scarlet top of meshed long sleeves and a cropped cotton body screamed at him from across the room. Where the trousers began, a slither of golden skin shimmered, snagging his attention from where the t-shirt was yet to start. Though stunned into a jaw slackened stupor, the pencil only toppled from his grasp when the actor pivoted to acknowledge him. His hickory hues popped from the eyeliner and a soft bronze haze that shaded his lids, impossibly tantalising lips plump and glistening. His inky tresses sat in waves, parted and mused. He looked drop dead gorgeous, deliciously sinful as he leant back on the desk to observe his roommate. The top rid higher as he did, revealing more and more of his flawless skin just begging for Mark's hands to skate over. The blonde gulped. A knowing smile ghosted his lips from Mark's reaction, holding back a chuckle as Mark attempted to compose himself and act like he hadn't just slapped him in the face with how damn good he looked.
"W-where are you going?" The older stammered out, clearing his throat with furrowed brows as he continued to rub out the sketch lines. He didn't miss the light titter tinkling from opposite.
"To a club." He answered in a voice like honey, head inclining as he watched for the artist's reaction. Mutedly taken aback, the blonde's brows pulled lower, mouth pursing as they did. "Oh..." Was all he replied, trying to fathom what that meant. In the weeks and months of being roommates, Jinyoung had never expressed an interest in clubbing, Mark had already made the assumption that it wasn't his scene. With his round frames and never ending collections of books, soft knitted sweaters and smart coats, Jinyoung seemed like the kind of person who wouldn't be caught dead in a night club. Mark also thought that he would never see him in a crop top, so what did he know? However, the thought of Jinyoung in one, dancing the night away with another guy who would sweep him off his feet, holding him close, hands touching... Mark definitely didn't like that image. Though, he had no right to feel that way, no reason to... right? They were just friends and dorm mates... friends that had shared one ground breaking kiss right there in their bathroom and never spoke about it since... Not that Mark had actually tried to talk to him about it. The American-Taiwanese contemplated ignoring the elephant in the room until it eventually went away. That way, they wouldn't have to have that horribly awkward conversation, and their living dynamic would remain in tact. It made sense. If only his heart didn't squeeze whenever he caught a glimpse of Jinyoung's adorable smile, or brushed him in innocent touches.
"Wanna come?" Said man interrupted his train of thought, eyes ever so kind, warm. Mark could feel himself melting. "I've got a while... I could wait for you." He offered, genuine tone carrying to Mark's ears.
"...Who are you going with?" The artist inquired, struggling to seem aloof on the subject as his focus dropped back down onto the pad of paper. He wasn't exactly sure what he was drawing by this point.
"My friend group." Jinyoung answered, pushing off the table top to shuffle a few steps closer to the blonde's bed. Mark fought the urge to notice. His nose scrunched up involuntarily at the information.
"Oh, your actor friends." He commented, grimacing at his own bitter voice. Jinyoung let out a beaming laugh, eyes crinkling.
"What's wrong with my 'actor friends'?" He snorted, fingers gesticulating as he did.
"Nothing..." The elder of the two grumbled, not able to help the resentful feeling that pricked at his skin from the mention of them. He shifted irritably to hang his legs over the edge of the mattress, socked feet planting on the floor. Mark hadn't met them officially, but they were one half of the rivalry between the art department and themselves. The darker haired man was quick to swoop over to him, delicate digits leaning on his knees, as his face came closer and closer. Mark could feel the heat of his touch burning through his sweat pants, his even hotter breath minty fresh grazing his cheeks. Here, he could see his dark, thick lashes lining his pecan orbs, the sight of the eyeliner making his stomach squirm. He froze.
"Come on sourpuss, stop pouting and get ready." Jinyoung teased, tapping his knee lightly in search for shoes.
"I'm not pouting." The blonde argued in a mutter, though still moving in search for something to wear.
That was how Mark Tuan had ended up tipsy and needy underneath the assault of flashing lights, irises intent on Jinyoung's figure. As soon as they entered the establishment, Mark was quick to order a drink, downing the fiery liquid rapidly to still his jittery nerves. The friends had given him suspicious looks, side eyed glances as he bared his teeth at the sour taste of the alcohol. There were a few of them, but no recognizable faces for the artist who struggled with idle conversation at the best of times. Thank goodness for the almost ear splitting music. They all chattered now, whooping and hollering whenever one would down the contents of their glass, animatedly flailing their arms in a haphazard manner, sluggishly to the beat. The blonde held back a grimace at the sight. Mark was never one to force himself into a crowd. So he got pushed to the end of the bar, out of harms way of gyrating bodies, index finger sliding leisurely along the choker that lined his neck. Despite being in a threadbare band tee and ripped jeans, the heat still got to him, skin glistening with perspiration just from being in close proximity to other club goers. The older pouted once more.
The actor seemed to be enjoying himself, listening intently to a faceless guy who leant against the bar a little too close to be friendly. His deft fingers danced over the rim of his glass, nodding every now and then in response to the other's comments. After a few minutes of watching them converse, the dark haired male was whisked away from his sights, his pursuer leading him to the dance floor. Mark gestured to the bar tender for another drink. The boy had no idea what he was thinking when he accepted the invitation, albeit reluctantly. The only thought on his mind was all the attention his roommate would receive. Not surprising when he was such a beauty. And here he was, witnessing just that but again, doing absolutely nothing about it, only stupidly buying himself a front row seat. He grumbled to himself, gulping down yet another drink. His tongue became thick in his mouth, woolen and loose as his limbs seemed to melt. He was going to hate himself in the morning.
A few drinks and multiple unnameable songs later, the round featured wonder reappeared, grinning from ear to ear and considerably more sweaty then before. He was heading straight for Mark. The young man in question squirmed in wait, shifting his legs as he perched on the stool. He was trapped.
"Mark!" Jinyoung called out to him over the music, a wail of acknowledgment that made the blonde's stomach drop. This kid looked too good exhausted from dancing. The actor made no attempt to stop short, opting to collide right into his roommate. He slung his arms around Mark's neck to fit in between his legs, engulfing him in his cosy scent of coconut butter laced with the pungent smell of whiskey hot on his breath. The artist gulped. Fingers found his waist, stilling once they made contact with bare skin. He was quick to shift them onto his trouser waistband, safe from skin to skin contact.
"Baby, where have you been?" The younger whined as his bottom lip jutted out, settling on a playful sulk. Mark's brow quirked at the nickname.
"Baby?" He inquired, though Jinyoung seemed to not hear him.
"I haven't seen you this whole time. Are you hiding from me?" He went on to ramble, accusatory expression settling petulant on his face.
"I haven't been hiding from you," Mark insisted, alcohol wiggling his inhibitions free. "You were talking to that tall, handsome guy." He explained, carefree enough to allow the bitter tone to ring through. The younger's head cocked to the side. After a moment of furrowed brows, realisation lit up in his eyes.
"Oh that guy! Nah, he's not my type." He declared with a shake of his head, movement lethargic with intoxication, his orbs heavy lidded. Mark could count his lashes if he concentrated hard enough, but concentration eluded him right now. The photographer steeled himself before he spoke again.
"T-then... what is your type?" The older watched Jinyoung's expression flicker, a smirk tapping his lips.
"You're interested in my type now are you, Mark Tuan?" Said young man jerked his head once in agreement. He felt good under his touch, fuzzy and warm against his finger tips. They absentmindedly found the material of his crop top, fiddling with it. The other boy only hummed, leaning closer. Mark's breath halted.
"Did you wear that deliberately?" Was all he replied, bee stung lips tinted a merlot. Maybe he'd been drinking wine. The blonde raised his brows in query. "This." The actor went to clarify, digit hooking under the choker Mark had previously been weaving his own fingers through. "You must of, trying to trip me up, huh? Well, it worked." Jinyoung explained as his eyes remained trained on it.
"I wasn't trying anything." The elder promised, his own smug grin threatening to break through at Jinyoung's conflicted look. Fingers still hooked, the man of raven tresses gently guided Mark forwards, their forehead's bumping against each other. Mark could feel the beat vibrating through Jinyoung's body. The artist felt his resolve snap with an audible ping, allowing his hands to skate up his back onto his heated skin, painting patterns across the golden glow. Jinyoung's lids fluttered at the sensation, a low groan emanating from his chest.
"What are we doing Jinyoung?" Mark whispered, sure the other boy wouldn't hear him over the hip hop din. He was wrong, as the melody lulled into a relaxing drone and his voice carried. He didn't answer immediately, conflicted in his own thought process. Mark waited patiently.
"We're wasting time." He stated plainly, softening under Mark's touch which ran higher up his back.
"Time?" Mark mused back, barely a rumble low in his chest. Jinyoung nodded with his forehead still resting against the other's.
"Hyung..." He all but sighed, a shiver running down Mark's spine at the warmth in his tone. The younger pressed closer to his roommate, bodies now flush against each other. Both men refrained from letting out a groan of appreciation. Jinyoung's fingers began to tangle in the artist's flaxen strands, a bolt of electricity prickling Mark's scalp at the sensation.
"Jinyoungie," The older warned, fingers clutching onto the smooth skin of his back in emphasis, "I don't know if this is-"
"Don't say this is a bad idea, don't say anything." Jinyoung pleaded, their noses now rubbing together. Mark's breath faltered, swarmed with the sensation of being underwater, buoyant while his hearing muffled. He latched onto Jinyoung as his anchor. A kiss pressed to his cheek yanked him out of the waves, breaking the surface as he gasped for air. "Mark, come back. Where have you gone?" The actor mumbled, peppering chaste pecks over his cheeks and jaw bone, sweet and comforting. The blonde cracked a smile, nudging the other boy with his nose.
"I'm here, I'm right here Jinyoungie." The older vowed. He couldn't wait any longer, not anymore. He closed the slither of space between them, pushing his lips fervently against Jinyoung's. The younger welcomed him instantly, whimpering at the feeling of their lips connecting once more. Hot and impassioned, the two boy's kissed under a bathe of crimson, hair being tugged and clothes being bunched up in hands as they did. Their mouths slid against each other, messy from the influence of drink, but not caring when it felt that fucking good. Mark's nails dug into the back of the actor, a moan singing from the dark haired male. They pressed against each other as their tongues danced and teeth scraped, Mark's stool he rested on nearly toppling over from the sheer force of Jinyoung's enthusiasm. They broke away to stumble back straight, panting in the space between them, attempting to collect themselves. Mark blinked once, eyes mirroring Jinyoung's as they widened and pupils dilated. Clothes were rucked up and hair was wild, blood pumping and veins buzzing with adrenaline.
"Wanna go home?" Mark suggested, heart palpitating when Jinyoung concurred with a rapid jolt of his head, taking off and pulling the blonde with him before they could discuss it any longer. Mark was painfully aware of his crotch pressing his jeans. The younger offered his friends no bid of goodbye, only interlocking his fingers with Mark in a beeline for the exit, bursting out into the cool night air. Seizing up from the change in temperature, the artist wrapped his arms around his roommate as they shuffled to the curb, beckoning for a cab.
The ride home was excruciating for the roommates, Jinyoung's knee bouncing jittery as his fingers tapped on the back of Mark's hand subconsciously. To soothe him, Mark leant in to nuzzle in the crook of his neck, peppering ever so light kisses against his skin. The passing lights of the high street pulsed through the night, illuminating the two boys before they were shadowed once more. A sigh evaporated into the available space in the back of the cab, the younger's fingers tightening their hold on Mark's.
"What are you doing, trying to kill me off?" Jinyoung hummed, though a snag in his voice called attention to a crack in his confident facade.
"No... just keeping you going." Mark replied with laughter in his admittance.
"You're too kind." Jinyoung fired back deadpan, a whimper slipping past his lips when teeth grazed the skin bellow his ear. He could only roll his eyes at Mark's chuckle. Wanting to gain the upper hand, the darker haired male unlaced his fingers from the others, and gently skated his touch up, and further up the older's thigh. A satisfied grin lit up his face when Mark responded with a jolt.
"Not fair." He reprimanded, a squeeze of Jinyoung's hip as reiteration of his point. The younger practically glowed with triumph.
The pair crashed through their front door, hands grabby and needy, clothes tugged at and tongues dancing. Mark barely managed to kick the door closed behind them before he was being yanked to the beds by the front of his tee.
"Don't we have to-"
"It's on the latch." Jinyoung was rapid to respond, their mouths colliding as they tumbled onto a bed. Neither were sure which they landed on, only aware of the insatiable heat that wrapped them together. The younger was quick to flip them over, fingers fisting in Mark's hair as he swung a leg over to straddle him. Mark hummed into the kiss, darting his hands under the crop top to drag his nails down Jinyoung's back. A low groan emanated from the actor, panting against the other as their lower bodies met. Mark sucked in a breath, head dropping back onto the sheets when Jinyoung rotated his hips against his. They both let out a moan. Warmth that puddled low in his stomach heated, a fire igniting which he had never felt before. Because they were tipsy and feeling bold, they were longing for each other and their needs couldn't be sated. This was their time.
Jinyoung cupped Mark's face as his lips left imprints on his jaw bone, tingling the skin of his neck. Mark pushed his hand into the mattress to bring them up to sitting, Jinyoung yelping in surprise by the sudden shift. Their bodies rubbed against each other in the movement, both suspended in a moment of bliss as they did.
"J-Jinyoungie..." Mark began, catching the hum of acknowledgment from his roommate who continued to smatter his skin with kisses. "I've never um-... I've never been with a- with a guy." He let hang in the air, embarrassed flush rouging his cheeks as he waited for the other's reaction. Jinyoung's lips paused for a moment, pulling away from the other to look him in the eye, chestnut hues locking in the dark dorm room. Mark's hair was crazed from his fingers and his eyes shone with heated excitement. His lips were glistening as he took in deep breaths, features slender and as angelic as always. Jinyoung's heart squeezed at the nervous flicker of his irises.
"That's okay," He replied with utmost sincerity, stroking his cheek bones with his thumbs with a kind smile. "We won't do anything you're not ready for, it's okay we'll take it slow." He punctuated with a press of his lips to his cheek.
"I do, I do wanna... do stuff." Mark tried to explain, grimacing at his lame attempt. A beaming smile ignited on Jinyoung's face, eye whiskers present as he did.
"Okay then, we'll keep this going." Jinyoung nodded in confirmation, dipping to connect their lips once more, sweet and doting. It was only now that he registered the sweetly sour taste of neon drinks on Mark's tongue. "The safe word is biscuit." He murmured into the kiss, fighting off a playful smirk. The artist's body froze up, leaning away instantly with shock stretching his features.
"What the hell do you mean safe word?!" He squawked in bafflement. His expression only softened when Jinyoung gave into his giggles.
"Relax Tuan, I'm only joking." He promised with a pat on his head. "We won't get into that sort of stuff... yet." Jinyoung grinned, smug.
"Yet?!" Mark crowed again, still floating in a sea of uncertainty as to whether Jinyoung was joking or not. Jinyoung's only answer was to let out a delighted titter, hand lifting to cover his mouth as he did. Mark heaved out a sigh, shaking his head lightly as he did.
"I'm in too deep now, aren't I?" Mark realised, his own smile tickling his lips.
"Way too deep darling." The actor agreed, falling back into the kiss with an overwhelming sense of giddiness that bubbled around them both. The space heated up again quickly, both boy's pressing against their trousers as they began to grind against each other, Jinyoung lowering his path down to Mark's collar bones, plucking at the hem of Mark's t-shirt.
"Can I?" He requested, speedily whipping it off when Mark nodded a yes. He waisted no time in skimming his hands across Mark's abdomen appreciatively, ducking his head to trail kisses across his chest. Mark's eye lids fluttered, hugging Jinyoung to him to drop them back onto the bed safely. The younger moved lower and lower, shifting his body down Mark's to hook two thumbs into the waist band of his jeans. Flickering his gaze up to meet the artist's in confirmation, he wet his lips with a dart of his tongue before he croaked out the go ahead. Jinyoung licked and nipped at the flesh above his boxer waistband, unbuttoning the jeans and pulling down the zipper to take the obstruction off.
"Is there a reason I'm pretty much nearly naked, and you have yet to remove an item of clothing?" Mark piped up with a tone of teasing, glancing down at the other boy. He nearly let a groan slip at the sight of Jinyoung so close to his clothed erection, lips plump and bruised with kisses.
"Because I look cute in this top." Jinyoung answered with a simple shrug of his shoulders and a smolder of his eyes, before he placed a kiss on Mark's cock still trapped within the soft cotton of his boxers. A moan escaped his lips, head lulling back as Jinyoung's hot mouth ghosted over him, hips rolling involuntarily. Jinyoung clamped a hand down on his hip.
"Calm down hyung, we haven't started yet." Jinyoung scolded, guiding the boxers down and off of his roommate. They sure weren't going to be 'just roommates' after this. Mark's hips twitched when a tongue dragged up the length of his cock, a satisfied hiss at the heat whistling past his teeth. Jinyoung wrapped a hand around the base, leaving kitten licks on the head before swirling his tongue around, sucking lightly. Mark muttered a string of curse words, fingers quick to fist in the other's inky tresses. The younger moaned, beholden for the sensation. Mark bit his lip at the vibrations that encased his cock from Jinyoung's moan, a whimper leaking past his lips as Jinyoung took him deeper, bobbing his head expertly as he did. Mark saw stars as he went lower and lower still, clutching at the sheets with his free hand.
"Fuck Jinyoungie." He growled, lifting his head only to become entranced with the sight of the other's bee stung petals wrapped around his cock, just as he had imagined as he jerked himself before. He rubbed a thumb over the top one, rose coloured and chapped from kisses. He nearly lost it when the actor lifted his gaze long enough to throw him a wink before sucking deep again. Mark had been with girls before sure, and it had been good, it had been more then good and he was sure that was it. Mark had never been so thrilled to prove himself wrong as Jinyoung sucked him, never feeling this hight of bliss until now. The boy lapped at his head, a long lick from the base to the tip again before he took him deeper, encouraged by Mark's guiding hand still entangled in his mused locks. His tongue swirled patterns as he sucked, fingers digging into the flesh of Mark's thigh, the warmth that engulfed his cock sending him higher and higher. Sweat beaded at his temples and he lost himself to the purple haze of pleasure, blissful as his hips now bucked uncontrollably. Jinyoung took him smoothly, allowing for Mark to loose himself completely.
"Holy- Jinyoungie I'm-" He attempted to tell him in the mist of his ecstasy, pulling gently on his hair to indicate his meaning. Jinyoung continued without falter, sucking deeper and deeper as Mark's body began to quake. "I'm gunna- I'm gunna-" He was interrupted with a moan, mouth parting as he reached his climax in a crash of pleasure, white hot and wrecking. Jinyoung continued to bob his head, swallowing his come down the back of his throat as he sucked him through his orgasm, leaving Mark twitching and panting, taking him out of his mouth. All Mark could manage was a look down to see Jinyoung was okay, pulsing at the sight of a string of saliva connecting Jinyoung's lips to his cock.
"Fuck." He flopped down depleted, grinning at a giggling Jinyoung crawling up his body to hover over him.
"You okay?" He inquired, a lazy kiss shared as Mark's hands held his jaw.
"More then okay, fuck Jinyoungie... you're too good at that." Mark praised, heart soaring at Jinyoung's grin, settling himself down carefully to rest on Mark's form, tracing shapes on his chest.
"I'd say it's one of my many talents." He agreed, eyes closing for a second as a kiss was pressed to his forehead.
"That was amazing. There's no way I can live up to that." Mark admitted, brushing Jinyoung's fringe out his face.
"It's okay, I can guide you. We can teach each other." Jinyoung proposed with a warmhearted smile, kicking his legs gently in the air as he relaxed against the older.
"Well I can, I can help you now." Mark pointed out with a lick of his lips, anticipation sparking in his coffee orbs, moving to connect their lips once more.
"It's okay, you don- you don't need to." Jinyoung stammered, bashful blush colouring his face a bright tomato. Mark quirked a brow, snaking his hand under Jinyoung to find him soft and his trousers wet. Jinyoung dipped his head for his forehead to rest against Mark's chest.
"Did you... did you touch yourself?" Mark whispered out, sucking in a breath when Jinyoung shook his head in silence. "So you just... you got off from blowing me?" The older question, swearing his dick throbbed when Jinyoung nodded in agreement with the statement. "That is... that is one of the hottest things ever." The blonde stated, Jinyoung's head jerking up when he did.
"R-really?" The artist could only nod at Jinyoung's bewildered expression, pecking two kisses, one on each cheek. "Oh..." The younger voiced, finally looking around the room to find them messy and entangled in the sheets of Mark's bed. That damn choker was still on, lacing the older's neck. "...We should clean up."
The two young men busied themselves with getting ready for bed, cleaning with wet towels and yanking on pajamas, latching onto one another as soon as they could to snuggle down into Mark's bed. Mark tucked the actor into his chest, Jinyoung's back against his front, their legs intertwining as their fingers did, the older dropping a kiss at the back of Jinyoung's neck in the content darkness. The younger could feel the other's heart beat against his back, steady and reassuring as the moon shone a silver beacon down on the two, stars blinking at them from behind the curtains. Fatigue started to leaden their limbs as they melted into the mattress, tranquil as they unwound together, neither feeling the need to speak as they drifted through their comfortable quiet. Something had changed between them tonight, something new and exciting though unknown. They were both aware, they would not be the same again, they would never be as they were this morning. Something had changed, but neither of them would go back on tonight, neither of them would go back on what could be.
