Mid-Air [MarkSon]
Mark- everywhere, anywhere, anytime, Jackson ravishes stares him down. Even when they're on the plane.
so i got pestered into doing this. joe, bi and angel said they needed some jackson hickies on mark, so i was like, why not.
btw fuck endings im sleepy
They had five hours. Fifty minutes into their flight, things were seemingly at its peak of tranquility as steady breathes drifted from the exhausted members of GOT7 after their first trip to Bambam's home, Thailand. All was well until a little stir was caught in the corner of the plane's business class; Jackson- restless- had a numbed arm snatched by Mark's sleeping figure, clinging onto the well-toned limb which was a fitting replacement for a pillow.
The ex-fencer had been watching Mark while he slept; how those scarlet lips parted, releasing silent snores once in a while, also how his long eyelashes laced the edge of his eyes in a uniform curve, breath-taking on its own accord, and how Mark's hair fell like velvet curtains over his flawless attributes. Everything. Jackson loves everything Mark has to offer even when silent and still.
His free hand trailed up to gently brush away the mahogany strands from Mark's eyes- to get better lighting on his fair skin apparently- but as soon as Jackson did, he could feel Mark's grip on his arm tighten. The older's eyelids slowly unveiled those doe-like pupils- and Jackson was entranced again- the oversized jacket's sleeves were used to rub his tired eyes, and Mark yawned as he did, dazedly looking up at Jackson's with a tiny, sheepish smile on his plump couplets, "Hmm?"
That was it, that was the only adorable gesture needed to break Jackson's composure.
Pursing his lips, Jackson shifted on his seat- tucking the armrest away to avoid obstacles- and let his other hand cup Mark's cheek, the one Mark held slipping perfectly in between the other's fingers. For some unknown reasons, instead of the usual rush of immediate adrenaline, Jackson was more of beguiled, half-heartedly checking his surroundings before inching for the craved contact; like sunshine after the rain, Jackson could feel Mark's shy simper beneath his lingering lips.
Things were slow, unlike times where they had to race against time, and Mark loved savoring every second of Jackson's attention- to be greeted by such upon his wake, Mark wished the flight would never end.
A sigh of contentment left Jackson when he pulled away and scrutinized Mark's striking attributes, imaginary pillars of light showcasing the glory which was his to keep. Again, Jackson brazenly dove for another taste of Mark, satiated hunger far from achievable. And in all honesty, Mark had zero disagreements as he went along, enjoying being lead and dominated by Jackson's many antics.
"Open your mouth." Husky intonations commanded the older who parted his lips timidly, heartbeats a blockage between his ears and the atmosphere. Jackson slid his tongue through Mark's couplets, lapping up every single inch of the other's sweet cavern, indulged in engaging Mark's wet appendage with his in a heated mess of passionate greed.
As Jackson pulled away, a realization that Mark's flushed cheek was warm against his cold fingers brought his heart into a flutter. Hair tousled, lips swollen- no one else is allowed to have a glimpse at how seductive Mark can truly be. It also just so happened that Mark's inner tank top was extremely low that day, with betrayal made by the loose cardigan combined, Jackson found himself uncontrollably peppering kisses down Mark's milky neck.
The dip where Mark's clavicle and neck meet, Jackson nestled comfortably on it whilst his lip lingered soft ticklish breathes; Albeit Mark needed to express his yearning with a whine of some sort, he strained it down to a small whimper which only Jackson could hear.
Retreating from all his beloved sign of affection- nuzzling- Jackson started to nip on the sensitive epidermis of Mark's clavicle, the unblemished now imprinted- and he was rather proud about it. It showed the world that Mark is his and his alone; having been to Thailand where MarkBam and MarkJin prospered, Jackson couldn't be more taken aback.
But of course, "You'd have to hide this from the fans." With that, he pulled up Mark's droopy cardigan.
