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Is this Nestfest or Pride?!

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Mark Tuan and Youngjae of GOT7 for OVERPASS LIMA!

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Flower [31/08]

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count your blessings (and your days) MarkJae

4,064 Words

{Power Bottom Mark, Top Jaehyun}

Mark knows they aren’t being good kings.

He can see it in the way the servants look at him and at his husband, listens to their not-so-quiet whispers when they think Mark can’t hear it. They’ve never been good people— not since he and Jaehyun usurped the throne and claimed it for themselves. Not since Jaehyun planted himself on the royal seat and announced that he’s now their new monarch, placing the crown adorned with bloodied gemstones atop Mark’s head and declaring him as their other king.

They aren’t good kings, as far as the shorter knows.

It doesn’t stop Mark from brushing against his Jaehyun's fingers as they pass by each other in the hallway, though. Jaehyun shoots him a smirk through the black crown on his head. The red jewels that adorn it wink under the jeweled chandeliers.

Jaehyun looks the part of a tyrant king down to the letter, but it does not stop Mark from shivering in delight as they part ways. One of Mark’s people in his entourage never stops chattering about the agenda for the day.

Mark is ethereal, a cloud.

Of course, his choice of wardrobe was intentional. His royal blue robes take up space, flow like a great river that serves as a warning to people— to not touch, lest they get swept away. It’s as if he’s floating along the carpet, the soft silk drifting behind him. Mark's crown shines, a brilliant gold inlaid with light blue and white jewels. Even so, he does not look like a king. No matter how many rings he wears on his fingers, how many times he places small dripping chains on his earlobes, he is a cloud.

Then Mark reaches the throne room and bows slightly towards his husband, his beloved other king. Jaehyun speaks like his voice is thunder. The matte black crown on Jaehyun’s head stretches with points akin to lightning bolts. Everything about him is sharp— his gaze, his jawline, the pearl necklaces that adorn his neck and the gold pieces that pierce his ears, the black tunic and coat that hugs Jaehyun’s body like a second skin. The man looks like a king, through and through. He is electric, threatening to shock anyone should they get too close.

“My love,” Jaehyun purrs, and Mark can’t help but smile and shudder in glee. Mark makes his way up the platform, lets his hands run across a mountain of gold that lays in between their cathedrae, and sits in the throne beside his husband. They both observe the room as their servants bustle about, and Mark does well to ignore the side-eyes their attendants throw at them and the whispers they share into each other’s ears. Their loyal black leopard, which Jaehyun had affectionately named Minhyung, sits towards the side, in a corner of the room; the catamount is always watching, always guarding.

On their thrones, the two kings become a storm.

“I would assume that the meeting with the Huangs went well?” Jaehyun hums out, playing with a sapphire circlet on Mark’s finger. Jaehyun could have very easily gotten a coin from the pile of gold that surrounds their thrones, but he opts to instead play with the rings that decorate Mark’s hands. “What did they want?”

“What they’ve been requesting for the past three months or so,” Mark mumbles.“They want their war prisoners back.”

“What did you tell them?”

“They would need to surrender a part of their forestland before we can even consider giving their people back,” Mark hears his Jaehyun's chest rumble with satisfaction. “It would be a waste to give up such good slaves.”

"Ha!" Jaehyun snorts. "You are quite right, my love. You are absolutely dashing when you negotiate,” Jaehyun continues. And he is so fond, so enamoured with Mark. “An absolute darling.”

“Mhm,” Mark leans in for a chaste kiss, and giggles when Jaehyun chases after him for yet another one. “Not in front of the people, Your Grace.”

“Shall I tell them to go?” Jaehyun’s eyes blaze with passion. It makes Mark's stomach swirl with want. “I can order for them to leave.”

“Right now? Right here? Why not in our bed tonight, where it’s comfortable?”

“But my king,” Jaehyun pouts, so unlike him. The whispers never stop, and Jaehyun goes on and presents his case, “Why not here? Why not now?”

“Is that your final argument? Are you certain, your majesty?” Mark rolls his eyes, but he finds himself standing up to sit on Jaehyun’s lap, facing him. They’re both shameless— why wouldn’t they be? They are kings.

Jaehyun grins, playing with a rounded-off edge of his lover’s crown. Mark leans in, purrs in satisfaction when Jaehyun’s voice booms throughout the room, “All of you, leave at once. No one comes in unless there is an emergency. A foot steps past, and I’ll personally slice it off. Understood?”

No one speaks, but the attendants all shiver. They bow, scurrying out the entryway like rats. Jaehyun’s order would cause such a hassle— the servants would have to go all the way to the backdoors in order to get to the other areas of the palace, the royal entourages would have to mingle and grant audiences outside, but the kings don’t care.

They aren’t good rulers, after all.

“Minhyung, be a dear and guard the door, will you?” Jaehyun calls sweetly. The panther yawns, stretching. “Feel free to feast on whoever tries to come through.”

Mark watches their faithful pet obey and slink away, but he’s interrupted by a tug on his chin and lips roughly crashing onto his. Mark moans as he feels a hand tug on his hair and mess it up. His crown is knocked to a weird angle. “J-Jaehyun.”

“May I?” Fingers tug insistently at the shorter’s robe. Mark takes the initiative and removes it, letting it flutter towards the steps and revealing a rather simple tunic and pair of pants. Jaehyun licks his lips, lets his hands dive under the soft silk shirt and explore. Jaehyun’s voice is rough as he leans in close to mumble into Mark's ear, “So beautiful, my love.”

“My king,” Mark sighs in pleasure as he feels lips on his neck, feels fingers trace the stylized royal crest on his otherwise plain tunic, above his heart. The emblem proudly shows off an intricate 'L-J'— Lee-Jung, the kings that could rival a hurricane. Jaehyun traces it with his fingertips revelently. “Your Excellency, would you be so kind as to remove your—”

Jaehyun wastes no time to strip himself of his tight jacket, furiously unbuttoning his shirt to combat the heat of their skin. His hands grip Mark’s waist tight as the latter leans in, peppering kisses along the Jaehyun's bare chest.

“How risqué of you,” Jaehyun murmurs, sucking a breath as his husband’s shirt reveals slightly tanned skin. There are bruises, here and there; how else would Jaehyun claim him? “Where did my lily-white Mark go?”

“Do you not like this?” Mark peers through his lashes, smiling softly. It’s adorable, Jaehyun thinks, watching how his Mark's eyes flutter. “Who I am, now?”

“I love it,” Jaehyun giggles, pulling his husband close by the nape and into another searing kiss. Hands tug shirts out of the way, nails slightly drag across skin and leave pink lines. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” Mark chuckles, his fingers pulling at his Jaehyun's trousers. “Off.”

“Yes, my king,” Jaehyun giggles, and Mark removes himself from his lover, just for a while, to wiggle his pants and braies down to nonchalantly kick it among the mountains of riches. Jaehyun lifts his hips, just enough to let his slacks and underwear bunch down mid-thigh— just enough to let his half-hard cock slap against his shirt. Jaehyun can’t help but smirk. “Demanding. I like that.”

“Oh, be quiet you,” Mark snips, laughing under his breath. He slowly strokes Jaehyun to full hardness, biting his lip.

"You are making that face again."

"What face?"

"That particular face when you want me inside you already." Jaehyun simpers, spitting into his hand. He moves Mark's hand away to lubricate himself with his saliva. It’s so unlike them, to use distasteful methods to get what they want, but they don’t care one bit— why would they? They are kings.

Still, Mark scrunches his nose at the vulgarity of it. He mumbles under his breath, "Disgusting."

"It's not as if we have oil on hand," Jaehyun laughs, letting out little grunts as he somewhat fucks into his fist. It's still a little dry, but Jaehyun likes it that way. "And besides, you enjoy it when it gets messy. Don't you, my love?"

“Hmph,” Mark promptly leans in and shuts Jaehyun up with his lips, but the kiss quickly devolves into a clashing of teeth. Mark gasps when he feels canines sink into his lower lip, but Jaehyun just laughs into his mouth. “T-That hurt.”

Jaehyun murmurs, “Apologies, Your Grace,” as he swipes across his Mark's tongue with his own. He tugs Mark closer, but not quite on his lap yet. “I cannot help myself, not when I have such a pretty thing. A beautiful king.”

Jaehyun smiles, all dimples, but it fades when he watches how Mark makes himself at home on his lap and guides Jaehyun’s dick to kiss his rim. “Dear, is that wise? Mere saliva is not as effective as our oils—”

“Silence,” Mark orders, fixing his crown if only to look the part. “I would have no tolerance for someone to second-guess my actions.”

Jaehyun just barely manages to bite back a groan. He feels a rush of delight at the authoritative tone his husband uses, the manner in which the gold crown gleams against the chandelier lights, the way bejeweled rings bite into Jaehyun’s skin, and how Mark doesn’t hesitate to sheathe himself on his cock.

Mark is not a king— he is a cloud. But Jaehyun is a king, and he is lightning; together, they become a thunderstorm.

“By God's bones,” Jaehyun groans out, throwing his head back. His crown connects with the back of his throne and is knocked off, falling into the mounds of gold. His hands shoot out to grip at Mark's waist, threatening to imprint bruises from how hard he’s holding on. “Mark—”

“I’m still quite loose, from the night before,” Mark breathes out, grinding softly against Jaehyun's pelvis. Mark clenches around him, and the former relishes in the way his husband’s hips jerk up. “Do you like it, Your Majesty?”

Right now, Mark is the definition of cocky. He leans back, swivelling his ass with a lazy smirk on his face. His body heats up and flushes under the hooded eyes of his king. But Jaehyun has other plans.

“Don’t be so arrogant, my love,” Jaehyun says sweetly, thrusting up once— that’s all it takes for Mark’s fragile facade to fall apart; he shivers, finally letting himself shallowly bounce on his Jaehyuns lap. “Pride may be your downfall.”

“It could be yours as well, my king,” Mark pants out, letting himself fall forward. The crown is slipping off his head yet again, but he makes no move to fix it; he favors gripping the armrests of Jaehyun’s throne instead. “It would do you well to not let your guard down.”

“Are you threatening me?” Jaehyun rumbles out, finally moving. Moans fall from Mark’s lips, sweet as honey, and it does well to stop any response that he had originally thought of. “Is that an attempt to frighten me, darling?”

“Just trying to remind you, dearest,” Mark smiles, drunk off the decadence and power. His crown is lopsided, threatening to slide off as he continues to ride Jaehyun. “That we sit on bloodied thrones.”

All Jaehyun can do is laugh, letting his hands grab what they can; they’re greedy, and they decide to pull Mark closer a little closer. Their bodies are lined with a thin layer of sweat, and the slap of skin is unmistakable. Their groans and whimpers flood the room ever so slowly.

“Y-Your Majesties,” A timid voice calls out from the entrance to the throne hall. “We— argh!”

Mark gasps when he hears the retainer scream and Minhyung’s roar following it. He feels Jaehyun pull him against his chest, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as their loyal mountain lion makes quick work of the foolish servant.

“Ignore them, Your Grace,” Jaehyun murmurs melodiously, a complete contrast to the shrieks on the other side of the hall. Mark thinks, if he tries hard enough, he can make out the faint stench of blood. “Focus on me. I’m right here.”

“A-ah—” The shorter man gasps out when he feels the cock inside him hit his prostate, and all worries vanish in favor of chasing pleasure. Sparks dance across his body, making his thighs quiver as a hand runs through his hair and knocks his crown to the other side of his head. “My K-King—”

“Right there?” Jaehyun hums, angling his hips so that he can aim for Mark’s sweet spot over and over again. Mark scrambles, trying to figure out what to hold onto; his hands slide off the armrests, his shaky fingertips fly towards the piles of gold— which ends up scattering the coins everywhere— until finally he settles on flattening his palms against his husband’s chest. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” Mark sobs out, eyes fluttering shut. There’s no precision to his movements now, especially since Jaehyun had started to stroke him in time with his thrusts. The pain-laden shrieks from the other side of the room have all but ceased, and the symphony of moans picks up in earnest. “Yes. J-Jaehyun, I—”

They hear Minhyung purr, and there are wisps of whispers. But if the leopard is not hurting anyone, then it must mean that people are not trying to take a step inside; everyone else is too far away for the two kings to care about anything else. Not even the servant that had been mauled by their pet mountain lion.

“My love,” Jaehyun pants, letting his legs fall open more so that he can spread Mark’s legs in turn. The position has Mark choking on a groan, speeding up. “F-Fuck—”

“Such v-vulgarity, Your Excellency,” Mark giggles breathily through his moans. His shirt sticks to his skin, and he curses; he probably should have stripped it off, too. Oh well. “You are lucky that… that n-no one else is a-around.”

Jaehyun is cheeky. “Is my king losing his ability to speak?”

“God, Jaehyun, I’m c-close. Just… Just ruin m-me,” Mark pleads, letting his head loll and his hair bounce as he tries to ride his lover as fast as he can. His cock weeps with precome, threatening to spill over. Electricity dances between them, and it makes Mark’s stomach tingle with that familiar heat. “Ruin m-me, r-ruin me, r...ruin—”

“You cannot say that and expect me to not follow through,” Jaehyun growls, slamming his hips up. He doesn’t slow down or try to be gentle, not even when the younger wails and grips at his biceps. He mouths at Mark’s neck, leaving wet kisses. His thrusts are sloppy, and the hand stroking his lover’s cock is a blur. “Are you close, my sweet? Will you come for me?”

“Yes,” Mark feels tears cascade down his face. He feels the hair amidst his crown being pulled, and he’s being lifted up to meet Jaehyun’s gaze. The intensity that swirls in Jaehyun's eyes is so dark, so pitch-black makes Mark shiver. “Yes, p-please, I’m so— Jaehyun, I...”

“Of course. Y-yes, of course,” Jaehyun can only moan as he thrusts into his husband's tight heat. Mark clenches down on him like he doesn’t want to let him go, and Jaehyun can only chase his own high, the squelch of Mark's precum making the slide of his hand so easy. “Come whenever you’d like. For me, beloved. I’m right here.”

“I’m—!” Mark chokes on a whine. He stills, but Jaehyun just keeps thrusting in. Mark's voice catches on a gasp before he finally finds it; it breaks on the first syllable. “I-I’m coming! I’m g-going to—”

Mark’s mouth falls open, but no sound whatsoever escapes him. His eyes are squeezed shut and his brows are furrowed as ropes of cum spatters on top of Jaehyun’s stomach; Jaehyun licks his lips at the sight, milking Mark dry all the while.

“Just a little more. I’m almost done, darling, I promise,” Jaehyun softly murmurs into Mark's ear. The latter slumps into Jaehyun's embrace, letting himself be used. He doesn’t move even when Jaehyun's thrusts become hurried— a telltale sign. “So tight and warm for me, my beautiful king. So p-perfect. Ah, ah—”

Jaehyun bites into Mark's shoulder, but it doesn’t do much to hide the moan he lets out as he fills Mark with all he has. Mark whimpers through his haze, just a little overstimulated.

It’s when they’re both trying to catch their breath and Jaehun's thighs are shaking that he breathes out, “You’re a little heavy, Your Grace.”

“Hm, should have thought about that before taking me right here, then,” Mark chuckles. He kisses behind one of Jaehyun's red ears. It smells faintly of the luxurious oils that they bathe in; it helps distract him from the scent of blood, now that they’ve come down from the clouds of lust. “I, for one, am not complaining the slightest bit.”

“That’s because you’re the one on someone’s lap, Your Majesty,” Jaehyun coos, then his voice shifts back into rumbling thunder. It resonates throughout the empty throne room, and no doubt it reaches the people waiting outside. Minhyung yawns, job done, and sneaks back to his corner. “Clean up the insolent simpleton and dispose of them. Fools you are, just standing there! Now the blood will stain the carpets.”

“My love,” Mark suddenly mumbles into the crook of his Jaehyun's neck, gaining back neck attention. “Do you ever think about our old lives?”

“Are you getting sentimental after sex, dear?” Jaehyun giggles, but decides to indulge his husband. “I do, sometimes.”

Ah, yes. The past would always be a part of them— two masterminds, as fearsome as a monsoon, of a miscarried revolution. They had come from nothing, from the dirt of the crime-rampant streets, and risen from the ashes to inspire people and have them rise up against the cruel, greedy royals. The two leaders— the lovers that have lived tragic lives— gathered a significant number of rebels, all eager for change and to end the cycle of tyranny at last. People joined out of sympathy, out of anger; they just wanted the oppression to stop.

So, one night, they decided to stage a coup.

Oh, it almost failed, of course. The revolutionaries only had farming equipment or handmade weapons at their disposal, and if they were to be compared to the experienced and skilled palace soldiers… they didn’t stand a chance.

“But we did,” Jaehyun assures Mark, leaving a soft kiss atop his head— crown and all. He cuddles Mark closer; they like to stay together like this, for a while, in each other’s embrace. “We got out of it alive.”

They were the only ones who managed to live, having snuck inside the castle as the guards were dispatched to stop the band of angry peasants.Their shouts for freedom and for change echoed throughout the stone walls.

“I’m sorry,” Mark mumbles back. Guilt bubbles at the back of his throat and leaves a sour taste in his mouth. “It was because of my moment of hesitation that almost got us killed.”

It was Mark that had raised the knife, silver blade glinting in the moonlight. His hand was shaking as he looked down at the slumbering king and queen. He remembers whimpering like a coward, sweat dripping down his temple. The king was the one that had woken up first, by the noise caused by the riots outside.

The old king had shaken his wife awake, shouting. Mark had dropped the knife, letting it clatter to the floor; he was not a murderer, and he let the king and queen tumble out of bed to run out of the room. The both of them cradled their crown and tiara close, like it’s the one thing that they could really call theirs.

“It’s quite alright, my love,” Jaehyun cradles his Mark's face in his hands and showers kisses all over it as a form of reassurance. “I handled it, did I not?”

In the end, it was Jaehyun that snatched the dagger from the floor, chasing after the two royals like it was a hunt for game. Mark had struggled to catch up— the fighting outside the front of the palace, the lack of proper lighting, and his own emotions had disoriented him. His only clue were flashes of red hair, vibrant as the color of blood, through the castle windows and the silver moonlight. Mark thinks he heard the queen cry out, her voice like a wounded animal.

Gradually, the shouts of the peasants died down, and metal footsteps rang all around the castle. They had heard the queen scream, and were on alert.

“I’m still sorry,” Mark sniffles. “Things would have been easier if I just… if only I was brave enough to—”

He is silenced by a pair of lips. He didn’t realize he was crying until he tasted salty tears and felt fingers wipe them away.

“You were scared, darling. It’s okay to be scared,” Jaehyun whispers, tender. Even though he’s still inside of Mark, the moment they share is personal and deep. “We are here now. We are kings now.”

Mark remembers rushing into the throne hall to find Jaehyun standing over the bodies of the king and queen. The older was covered in blood and, when he looked towards Mark, his eyes sent shivers down Mark’s spine; the look in Jaehyun’s eyes was positively feral and adrenaline-laced. The way Mark had approached his beloved was akin to a scared lamb.

Soldiers ran in, but they were much too late. They were paralyzed, at a loss of what to do; the guards were supposed to be well-trained, but… their masters are dead. They couldn’t do anything but watch as Jaehyun placed himself on the throne, testing it out, before putting the king’s crown on his Mark's head.

Then the castle became a palace, and one king became two.

“What if we end up like them?” Mark mumbles nuzzling Jaehyun’s hand. “Everyone knows that we have blood on our hands. What if we end up dead?”

What if they’re the ones who'll have their bodies strewn across the steps below their thrones, their crowns wrenched away?

What if two people, as great as an earthquake, decide to take a page from Mark and Jaehyun’s book and take the throne for themselves? What would happen if another pair, as intense as raging fires, decide to burn down everything they knew and loved?

Will there be change, then?

“I don’t think so,” Jaehyun’s voice, as soothing as it is, snaps Mark out of his reverie. “That is very unlikely to happen. We rule with iron fists. No one would dare.”

That’s what the former king and queen said as well, Mark tells himself as he cuddles closer, before their blood colored their precious jewels red.

“I will ask the servants to run a bath,” Mark mumbles, finally getting out of his husband’s lap. He bites his lip as he lets Jaehyun’s cock slip out, as cum drips down his thighs. “And perhaps take a little walk in the garden.”

Mark fishes around the gold for his clothes and, after a moment’s consideration, Jaehyun’s crown. He lets his fingers run along the matte black before setting it on Jaehyun's head. Mark smiles, “My king.”

“My king,” Jaehyun echoes with a grin, taking Mark’s hand and bringing it to his lips. “Now put on your bottoms, you silly thing.”

“I am, I am,” Mark laughs. His clothes are wrinkled but, at the very least, he’s relatively decent for the palace. He swoops in for a kiss, soft and sweet. “I love you.”

“And I you,” Jaehyun’s smile is evident even as their lips dance against each other slowly.

Mark thinks he’ll try to wear a string of pearls around his neck, too. Just to see what it’s like.

[kjmsupremacist]

something sweet, a peach tree (mark/jaehyun)

Mark begins the summer after his junior year with an unpaid internship and no other plans. But when he agrees to go pick his baby niece up from her music lessons, her teacher, Jeong Jaehyun, catches his eye. Too bad he’s off limits, and not just because Mark’s niece is involved. Jaehyun is 41 to Mark’s 20.

To sate his curiosity about older men, Mark decides to look into becoming a sugar baby. He could use the money, after all. And he seems to find a willing patron right away. But for the first time in Mark’s like, he finds he might be in over his head.

Chapter 5   |  prev   next   mlist

Characters: Mark, Jaehyun, other members of nct throughout

Genre: romance, angst, smut, age gap, sugar daddy!au

Pairing: Mark/Jaehyun

Warnings: AGE GAP (older jaehyun, younger mark)

Rating: Explicit

Length: 5.8k

“Okay, stay right there. Don’t turn around!” Mark smiles to himself as he obeys, patting Princess absently with his back to the stairs. He can hear Jaehyun’s soft footfalls growing fainter as he disappears up them. 

It’s Saturday afternoon, about an hour before their dinner reservation. Jaehyun wanted to wait to reveal the suit because, and Mark’s quoting, “You’ll have to try it on, and then I’m going to want you to fuck me, and I don’t want us to ruin it yet.”

Jaehyun returns, socked feet falling soft on his hardwoods. “Okay,” he says. “Look.”

Mark turns, eyes widening when they land on the suit Jaehyun’s holding up. It’s a gorgeous dark green with gold buttons; he also has new shoes for him, a rich brown, all expensive-looking. 

“Oh wow,” Mark says. It comes out squeaky. “That’s for me?”

Jaehyun smiles, nodding. “Try it on,” he says, gesturing for Mark to strip. 

Mark tugs off his t-shirt and shorts, accepting the white button down first, then carefully pulling the suit on. It fits perfectly—Jaehyun’s tailor must be good, just going off a bunch of numbers. He buttons it, looking up shyly.

“It’s so comfortable,” he says. “How do I look?”

Jaehyun’s eyes might as well be burning holes in him. “Come see,” he says softly, leading him over to the full-length mirror in the hall. 

And yeah, Mark gets it. He looks… really good. Sometimes in suits he kind of feels like he’s thirteen again, trying on one of James’ hand-me-downs, which his mother insisted he would grow into. But looking in the mirror now, he kind of just looks hot. The jacket makes his shoulders look broad; the pants are snug on his thighs but not tight.

Jaehyun takes his silence for displeasure. “I know you like blue,” he says. “But you can get a blue suit anywhere. I saw this, and thought maybe...”

“No, it’s perfect,” Mark says, shaking his head, pulling himself from his thoughts to find Jaehyun’s eyes. “Really, Jaehyun. I love it.”

“One more thing,” Jaehyun says, placated, reaching into his pocket. “Okay, two more things.”

First comes a set of necklaces, one delicate gold chain and an even slimmer one with pearls connecting. They’re not heavy, which stops it from looking douchey. Mark’s usual jewelry is plain chains if anything, never this pretty, and he tilts his head this way and that, admiring how they soften the look. 

“And this.” Jaehyun produces a gold watch with a white face, clasping it on Mark’s wrist before Mark can even process it. 

“Jaehyun, how much did this cost?” Mark asks nervously, gingerly holding his wrist up. He kind of feels like he’s going to break it if he breathes too hard. 

“Not that much,” Jaehyun says vaguely, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Don’t worry, Mark. I’m doing it because I want to.” He wraps his arms around Mark’s waist, leaning around him to kiss his cheek. “I like it,” he says softly. “I like seeing you in things I buy for you.”

Heat curls in Mark’s belly; he swallows roughly, watching the way Jaehyun watches him. The thing is, it is hot. There’s a part of Mark that takes deep pleasure in letting Jaehyun drop all this money on him knowing he’ll be pounding him into his mattress later tonight. 

“I like it, too,” he admits quietly, and Jaehyun presses another kiss to his neck before pulling himself away with a soft groan.

“I’m gonna go get changed before I do something stupid,” he says, and Mark laughs, embarrassed but pleased. 

Jaehyun dresses in a plain black suit, and he looks fucking amazing. Mark still thinks he looks best in shorts and a t-shirt (or, realistically, nothing at all), but this is good, too. Instead of saying any of this, Mark just pulls him in for a kiss. Jaehyun seems to understand. 

Mark’s still twenty, so they won’t be drinking, which means Jaehyun will just drive. They take the dogs out before they leave, and then get ready to go. 

In the breath of silence between Mark closing the passenger door and Jaehyun opening the drivers side, Mark realizes he’s kind of nervous. He presses his palms to his shirt under the jacket so he doesn’t leave a sweat spot on the outside. He’s been to formal dinners before, but not like this. Fancy suit or no, he’s still just a kid, and he has a feeling it shows. 

“You okay?” Jaehyun’s voice cuts through his thoughts, and Mark realizes he’s started the car already and Mark still isn’t wearing his seatbelt. 

“Yeah,” Mark says, fumbling to click his seatbelt into place. “I’m just—fancy things kinda make me nervous. It’s not that I don’t want to go—‘cause I do—it’s just…” He presses his lips together, thinking for a moment before continuing. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”

Jaehyun turns the car back off, reaching a hand out to cup Mark’s jaw. He tugs gently, forcing Mark to look at him. “Hey,” he says. “You’re not going to embarrass me. Anytime you don’t know what to do, just ask me. But it’s just dinner, Mark. The worst thing you could do is use the wrong fork, and trust me—everyone else there is far too self-absorbed to notice.”

Mark smiles at this, relaxing. Jaehyun’s right, he’s being silly. “Okay,” he agrees. “I just, y’know. I want it to be perfect.”

Jaehyun smiles back, leaning in for a quick, chaste kiss before releasing him to start up the car again. “It already is,” he says.

The drive is pleasant. It’s golden hour, and the city lights up in the sun, windows flashing as they pass. The restaurant is on the waterfront, where the sea laps peacefully at the rocks. There’s even valet parking; Jaehyun relinquishes his keys before leading them inside.

“Mr. Jeong, hello!” The host greets them with a smile. “Your table’s ready, if you’ll follow me. Will you be needing the wine list tonight?”

“No, thank you,” Jaehyun replies warmly.

Their table is right by the window, overlooking the water and the stretch of city that sits along the coast. They pass couples and families and business partners. Mark was a little worried about being overdressed, but he fits right in. Clearly, Jaehyun knows what he’s doing. Once seated, they’re handed their menus, have their water glasses filled, and then they’re alone. 

“You can get whatever you want,” Jaehyun tells him, opening his own menu. “Don’t look at the price.”

“I’m trying not to,” Mark mumbles, though it’s all he’s thinking about. That it doesn’t matter what Mark wants. Jaehyun will get it for him, not just because he wants to dote on Mark, but because he likes to spend the money on him.

Mark pushes it from his mind before he can get too distracted. He scans down the menu, but if he’s being honest he doesn’t even know what half the words mean. He thinks back to what Jaehyun said in the car. Anytime you don’t know what to do, just ask me. After a moment of deliberation, he looks up. “Jaehyun?”

“Hm?”

“D’you think you could just order for both of us?” Mark asks, running his index finger back and forth over the edge of the menu, nervous. “I just—I have no idea how I’m supposed to choose.”

Jaehyun smiles at him. “Sure,” he says easily. “No allergies, right?”

Mark shakes his head. “I eat pretty much everything,” he says. “But, um,” he adds, taking another glance down at the menu, “I’m not huge on seafood.”

Jaehyun shakes his head, laughing. “You’re in the wrong city, baby,” he says quietly. “Okay, noted.”

Mark politely zones out while Jaehyun mulls over the menu and, when their waiter returns, orders for them. Instead, he looks out over the water. The sun will set during their dinner, and they’ll have a front-row seat to the view. Jaehyun really knows what he’s doing.

“It’s beautiful,” Mark says, nodding at the water, when their waiter leaves. “I bet this place has been here a while. Only way they could’ve gotten this view.”

Jaehyun smiles, nodding. “My parents came to visit, shortly after all the forms had been signed and my company was official,” he says. “I’d only been in the city for a few months, and I had passed by this place quite often. I always wanted to go in, but I just—felt like it needed to be a special occasion, or a reward. So I took my parents here to celebrate.” He tips his head. “I was right, that it’s special. Well, that and the fact that I’m now friends with the owner. Which was totally not on purpose. But fifteen years later, I’m still coming back.”

Fifteen years ago, Mark was, like, five. He doesn’t say this. “Do you still only reserve it for special occasions?” he asks.

“Yes,” Jaehyun says. Mark has to imagine he knows what his next question is, but he doesn’t elaborate, just watches Mark over the table and waits for him to ask. 

“So what’s the occasion?” He leans forward, almost involuntarily.

Jaehyun’s smile grows, his dimples deepening. “You,” he says. “I’m celebrating meeting you.”

Mark was expecting his answer to be something to that effect, but not so direct, not so tender. He blinks. “Oh,” he says softly. “Yeah, I guess that’s a pretty good thing to celebrate. Our meeting.”

“I’m glad you agree.” The words have just left Jaehyun’s mouth when their first course arrives. It’s a creamy, pale green soup served in a giant ice cube that’s been hollowed out to function as a bowl. 

“Chilled avocado soup with our house sourdough,” their waiter announces with a sort of flourish, setting a steaming bread basket down between their bowls. “Can I get you anything else?”

“We’re all set, thank you,” Jaehyun replies for them.

Mark takes a tentative bite and almost moans out loud. “Oh shit,” he whispers, and Jaehyun laughs. 

“Yeah, you can kind of get anything here and it’s guaranteed to be good,” Jaehyun says.

“How’d you get to know the owner again?” Mark asks. “And more specifically, how can I get to know owners of places like this?”

Jaehyun laughs again. “I taught his daughter,” he explains. “It was—god, almost ten years ago now. My business was stable, and I realized with all the marketing talk and business strategy, I hadn’t actually played an instrument in years. So I found a place that was hiring and took on part time work as a children’s music teacher. His daughter was one of my first students. And one day, when my parents were in town, we came here for dinner again. And he was here. And we just got to talking, and now…” Jaehyun gestures around them. “Even though I switched music schools a few years back and I don’t teach her anymore.”

“Your parents,” Mark says, “they must come to visit you often, then?”

“They used to,” Jaehyun says. “I’m their only child, so they didn’t really have anything else to do once I moved out and my grandmother passed. So yes, especially when I was first starting out here. But they’re old now, and Korea is their home. I’m usually the one that does the visiting now.”

“Only child, huh?” Mark scrapes carefully at the bottom of the ice-bowl. “I couldn’t tell—but maybe that’s something you grow out of.”

“Ah, all that selfish only child stuff?” Jaehyun grins when Mark makes a sheepish face. “I dunno, I bet I was like that when I was younger, though I wouldn’t have known it at the time.” He shrugs, setting his spoon down in his empty bowl. “It was nice, in a way. I received a lot of love. But I also received a lot of pressure. I was… my parents’ only chance. And that was kind of lonely. So maybe that balanced me out.”

Mark nods slowly. “Yeah, I can see that,” he says. “My brother and I fought a lot as kids, but we’re the only ones who understand what it was like to grow up the way we did. Which isn’t to say it was bad,” he hurries to add. “My parents are great. It’s just—yeah, I guess it would be lonely without him. No one’s ever gonna know me like he does.” He sets his spoon down too, leaning back in his chair. “And there’s definitely less pressure. Neither of us has to be everything. He’s the family man, and he’s given my parents a grandkid, so I feel more free to chase my career.”

“You said a couple weeks ago you didn’t know what you wanted,” Jaehyun says. “But it sounds like you have things figured out.”

“For now, at least,” Mark says. “Like, my brother got married right out of school. I’m definitely not doing that. I want to live by myself first before I live for somebody else, too. But after that?” He shakes his head. “No clue, man.”

Their waiter returns to swap out their courses—a light, fresh salad that sparkles under the last of the sunlight. Jaehyun keeps looking at Mark, but doesn’t say anything else. 

They mostly chat about small things for the rest of dinner—Jaehyun’s lesson plans, what courses Mark is taking in the fall—working their way through the salad and a gigantic steak, finally finishing with an assortment of tiny pastries for dessert. Mark definitely eats a little more than he should, but he’s not totally uncomfortable by the time Jaehyun asks for the bill. 

“How much was it?” Mark asks tentatively after their waiter takes Jaehyun’s card. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Jaehyun replies, and Mark leaves it at that, though an emerging, perverse part of him wants so badly to know. So he can know how to reward Jaehyun for it. His mouth is going dry; Mark takes a quick gulp of water and busies himself with the button of his jacket. 

Their car is waiting out front when they step outside. The sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving just a kind of orange glow at the far edge of the water. Mark ducks into the quiet of the car, finding the seatbelt without looking and clicking it into place. 

“Ready to go home?” Jaehyun asks as he starts the car. 

“Yeah,” Mark says softly. 

Now that the only thing between Mark and fucking Jaehyun so hard he cries is just a short car ride, and his nerves about dinner are behind him, Mark doesn’t try to hide that he’s staring. He keeps his eyes on Jaehyun as he takes them down city streets, watching his fingers on the wheel, admiring the line of his neck, his shoulders, his waist, made all the more alluring by his perfect suit. 

“What?” Jaehyun asks when they come to a stoplight and he can meet Mark’s eyes. 

“Nothing,” Mark replies with a tiny smirk, knowing he’s being wholly unconvincing and not even caring. The red of the stoplight throws Jaehyun’s face into contrast, the sharp cut of his cheekbones casting shadows. He’ll blow Jaehyun first, Mark decides, blinking at him serenely.

“Yeah, I bet it’s nothing,” Jaehyun says, rolling his eyes and facing the road again as the light turns green. I’ll blow him until he’s close, and then bend him over the couch and fuck him, Mark thinks, grinning to himself. “I bet it’s so much of nothing that I’ll hear all about it as soon as we walk in the door.”

“Maybe,” Mark replies gleefully. “Would that be so bad?”

Jaehyun only grumbles, which makes Mark grin harder. He leans over the console to rest his cheek against Jaehyun’s bicep, looping his arm through his, thumb stroking the fabric of his sleeve. 

They arrive home that way, Mark in Jaehyun’s space and Jaehyun letting him stay there until the car is off. Mark disentangles himself almost reluctantly, pushing the door open and stepping out into the cooling night air. 

“Upstairs or downstairs?” Jaehyun asks, and Mark flushes at the directness, both embarrassed and pleased. 

“Living room,” he replies, and Jaehyun hums as he slips his key into the lock. 

The dogs are waiting for them at the door, and after letting them out, Jaehyun shuttles them into the kitchen with their water dish and puts a baby gate up so they won’t be disturbed. Mark waits for him, offering a hand where he can, quiet and patient, before retreating to the living room.

Jaehyun smiles at him as he approaches. He’s taken his jacket off in the midst of all this, and is in the process of unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. “It’s almost a pity,” he says.

“What?” Mark asks. 

“That you’ll have to take it off,” Jaehyun replies. “I chose well, I think. The color suits you.”

Mark realizes he should’ve probably at least taken his own jacket off as well. He unbuttons it slowly. “It’s now my favorite thing I own,” he says, meaning it. “Thank you.”

Jaehyun helps him out of the jacket, folding it carefully before draping it over the back of a chair. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Mark says, grabbing his waist and pulling him close. “Thank you for dinner, too.” He kisses Jaehyun before he can respond, slow and soft. 

“You’re welcome,” Jaehyun says, just above a whisper, when they break apart. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Mm,” Mark hums, kissing him again. “Let me thank you properly.” He slides his hands from Jaehyun’s waist to the button of his pants. 

Jaehyun stills, letting him unbutton and unzip his pants, letting him tug them, and his underwear, down. Mark pulls them all the way off, coaxing Jaehyun to step out of the fabric so it doesn’t get crushed. He hands the pants up to him, settling on his knees at Jaehyun’s feet.

Jaehyun’s cock hangs soft between his legs. Mark leans in, pressing a flat tongue to its tip and delighting in the way Jaehyun shivers. He anchors one hand on Jaehyun’s thigh, splaying the other over his hip bone, and takes Jaehyun into his mouth. 

It’s easy; it always is. He breathes in deep through his nose and hollows his cheeks and feels Jaehyun harden on his tongue. One of Jaehyun’s hands finds its way to Mark’s hair. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. His eyes are already a little vacant, and if Mark wanted to be nice, he would slow down, let him adjust, let the heat of it take him gradually. But Mark wants Jaehyun weak and fucked out. He wants him to have to lean on Mark on the way up the stairs because his knees are too wobbly. He wants to take care of Jaehyun the way Jaehyun takes care of Mark. And if that means breaking him down first, well. Mark’s happy to do that, too. 

Mark deepthroats him in one go, a smug sort of satisfaction glowing warm in his chest when Jaehyun gasps and curls over himself, the hand in Mark’s hair tightening into a fist. “Mark,” he hisses, but there’s an unsteady waver to his voice. Mark hums back, and Jaehyun shakes. “Oh, fuck, don’t do that,” he complains weakly. “Are you just trying to see how fast you can get me to come?” Mark shakes his head firmly, swallowing around him with another steady breath. “Because this seems like a pretty good way to find out.” Mark hums again, and Jaehyun spasms. “Could’ve at least given me something to hold onto.”

Mark gives another decisive shake of his head. He likes Jaehyun better unmoored. He shifts one of his hands up to Jaehyun’s, the one clutching at his hair. Something to hold onto, right here, he thinks, rubbing circles into his skin with his thumb and hoping Jaehyun understands. He wants to be Jaehyun’s only anchor. 

Jaehyun brings his other hand down to Mark’s hair, shifting them so he’s sort of cradling Mark’s whole head from the base of his skull. Mark arches his back and tries to take Jaehyun deeper, even though his nose is already bumping against Jaehyun’s pubic bone, the head of Jaehyun’s cock already stuffed down his throat. The movement jostles Jaehyun, and he takes half a stagger-step to regain his balance, hiccuping out a moan of surprise. Dark, greedy pleasure unfurls in the pit of Mark’s stomach. He pulls off almost all the way, keeping Jaehyun’s leaking tip in his mouth and swallowing down the mix of saliva and precome that’s threatening to actually choke him, and then takes Jaehyun back in. He moves quickly now, blowing Jaehyun earnestly, gagging wetly and blinking reactionary tears out of his eyes. 

“So good, baby,” Jaehyun pants. The pads of his fingers dig into Mark’s scalp. His chest is heaving, and the faintest sheen of sweat glows on his skin in the low light. Mark lets his eyes flutter shut, listening to the pattern of Jaehyun’s breath, the soft moans. He knows he’ll warn Mark when he’s close, because he’s so polite, because he’d never come down Mark’s throat without asking first. “Like that, keep going.” Mark draws in another long, deep inhale. He’s bobbing his head so fast he almost feels like he’s not moving at all. “F-fuck, yeah, close,” Jaehyun stutters. Just a little longer, Mark thinks. You’re so easy, hyung. "Mark—gonna—”

Mark pulls off suddenly, hands flying up to Jaehyun’s wrists just in case. Jaehyun trembles, hips twitching, body tense, but Mark is good at what he does, and after a moment Jaehyun relaxes again, cock still red and hard.

Mark releases him, pushing himself to his feet and giving Jaehyun a kiss, which he barely reciprocates. “Hate me?” he asks. 

“No,” Jaehyun mumbles. His eyes are so dark. “Not if you fuck me.”

Mark smiles, offers him another kiss. He returns this one. “Let me go grab some lube,” he says. “Take your shirt off.”

Mark dashes upstairs, trying to ignore how tight his pants have gotten. He snags the lube, forgoing a condom since both of them found time to get tested last week, and hurries back down to the living room. 

Jaehyun is where he left him, now completely naked, shirt lying with the rest of their clothes. Eyes still dark. Mark pockets the lube so he can hold Jaehyun with both hands, getting up in his space so he can kiss him—his lips, his jaw, his neck. He crowds Jaehyun back against the arm of the couch, scraping his teeth over Jaehyun’s perfect collarbones. 

“Mark,” Jaehyun breathes, and Mark preens. No one’s said his name like that, not ever. 

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad would it be if I got come on these pants?” Mark asks softly.

“M-maybe like a five?” Jaehyun sounds wary, but he answers anyway. “My dry cleaner doesn’t ask questions. Why?”

“You said you didn’t want me to take them off,” Mark says, rolling his hips so his bulge rubs up against Jaehyun’s exposed cock to help make his point. Jaehyun moans quietly. “I can still fuck you. You bought them for me to wear, right?”

“Not fair,” Jaehyun complains. “I want to see you.”

“You can see me any old time,” Mark says. Another kiss; Jaehyun tries to keep kissing him, but Mark pulls away, intent on carrying out his plan. “Besides, you won’t be able to see me either way.” He steps back so he can spin Jaehyun around. 

“It’s embarrassing,” Jaehyun tries, but he doesn’t sound very convincing, and he goes pliantly, bending over the arm of the couch without even a touch from Mark.

“Why?” Mark asks, pulling the lube out and squeezing a drop onto his finger. He lays a line of kisses down Jaehyun’s spine as he spreads the lube over his finger. “Buy me a pretty suit, hyung,” he murmurs, reaching down with his slick finger to play with Jaehyun’s entrance. “Pay for my dinner, hyung.” He pushes his finger in, watching tremors go through Jaehyun’s body. “Get naked for me, hyung,” he continues, sinking his finger in deeper. “Bend over the couch and let me fuck you, hyung.” Jaehyun lets out a pretty little whine at that, and Mark drinks it in, pleased. “No? I thought you liked it.”

“I do,” Jaehyun says, his voice raw. Mark works his finger in and out, slow. “That’s why it’s embarrassing.”

“But you like that, too.” Even in the dim light, Mark can see the faint pink flush creeping its way across Jaehyun’s skin. His cock twitches in his pants.

“Yes,” Jaehyun whispers, and Mark groans softly, working his finger faster, stamping reverent kisses on Jaehyun’s beautiful back.

“I didn’t really get it at first,” he says quietly. “I’m used to working for everything I receive. But I’m getting it, now. Were you thinking of it when you bought my suit? You never demand it, but you knew I’ll fuck you when we got home, to say thank you. Or—” Mark adds a second finger. “—maybe, that you paying for stuff like that, it’s you thanking me? For this?” He curls his fingers; Jaehyun chokes out a moan. “And it feels like a dirty secret, because no one around us knows? Were you thinking about it when you watched me eat? When you paid?” He curls his fingers again, this time finding Jaehyun’s prostate, and Jaehyun sobs drily. “Because I was,” Mark confesses.

“Fuck, Mark,” Jaehyun mumbles, shifting his hips back to meet Mark’s fingers.

“I was,” Mark insists. He gives Jaehyun what he wants, pushing his fingers in deeper, thrusting faster. “I was thinking about this.”

“Hurry up,” Jaehyun huffs. “Or I’m gonna come, and you’ll have to fuck my thighs or something instead.”

“You say that like I wouldn’t like it,” Mark mutters, earning himself a sigh of defeat. Jaehyun does a have a point, though—Mark wanted to fuck him properly, and anyway, this is supposed to be a show of gratitude, so he adds a third finger.

It’s hardly a stretch, and soon he’s moving with ease. Jaehyun’s thighs are shaking, but Mark doesn’t give him any kind of reprieve, purposefully dragging his fingers slow over his prostate.

Eventually, though, Mark’s own desires win out, and he pulls his fingers out so he can unzip his pants. He shimmies both his pants and underwear down just far enough that his cock pops free, then retrieves the lube, giving his cock a few lazy strokes to spread it before lining himself up with Jaehyun’s entrance. 

The first push in is always as mind-numbingly good as the very first time they fucked. Mark takes a long, slow breath as he presses in deeper, fingers bruising at Jaehyun’s hips. Jaehyun lets his head loll forward, curled over the arm of the couch with his back arched. Mark wants to fold his whole body over him, except it would be harder to fuck him like that, so he focuses on bottoming out instead.

He takes a minute there, just breathing, letting Jaehyun relax a little around him. He gets his fingers to unlock so he’s not crushing Jaehyun’s waist. 

“You gonna fuck me or what?” Jaehyun asks breathlessly. 

“Was trying to be nice,” Mark replies, drawing his hips back real slow, taking a couple shallow thrusts to make sure he won’t tear Jaehyun open. When he meets no resistance, he adjusts his grip on Jaehyun and thrusts into him fast and rough, setting a brutal pace. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, joined by Jaehyun’s soft moans, growing louder when Mark doesn’t let up.

“Baby,” Jaehyun gasps weakly. “Please.”

“I’m fucking you like you asked,” Mark says placidly, grinning when he sees the muscles in Jaehyun’s back get all tense. “What, want me to stop?”

Jaehyun moans out a no, his fingers slipping against the leather of the couch. Mark gives him an extra-hard thrust just to drive his point home, and one of Jaehyun’s knees buckles from the force of it. 

Mark reaches around Jaehyun’s thigh so he can touch him, taking his leaking cock in his fist and stroking slow and even, such a contrast to the pumping of his hips. He wants him to come, but not too fast. Jaehyun tries to fuck up into Mark’s palm, but he’s trapped in Mark’s hold, powerless.

Jaehyun’s been reduced to nonsensical moans, shapeless sounds that slip under Mark’s skin and bring heat to the surface. Sweat beads on his hairline, but he can’t slow down. He wants to see Jaehyun come like this, and that desire takes over even his own exhaustion. 

Jaehyun raises his head, peering over his shoulder at Mark with tears sparkling in his eyes. “Pretty, hyung,” Mark pants softly. “You’re so pretty.” The tears spill over, darken Jaehyun’s lashes and make them stick together before trailing down his pink cheeks. “Wanna come?” Jaehyun nods wordlessly, and Mark speeds up his hand to match his hips. “So tight around me, I know you’re close.”

Jaehyun screws his eyes shut, squeezing more tears out. His body jerks beneath Mark, and then he’s spilling over Mark’s knuckles with a soft cry, some of his come spurting out to hit the side of the couch, the rest dripping onto the hardwoods between his feet. 

Mark releases him, slowing his hips now, heartbeat pounding in his ears. He curves his back, bending down so he can rest his forehead against Jaehyun’s spine. 

“Baby,” Jaehyun slurs. Mark hums back, grinding into him slow and deep and filthy. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

Mark whines in the back of his throat, breath hot on Jaehyun’s skin as he tries to kiss him between inhales. Now that Jaehyun’s taken care of, his own needs come to the fore, and he realizes he’s painfully hard. Everything feels different without the condom in the way, new and wet and warm. Mark shakes, grip on Jaehyun’s waist tightening again as he circles his hips, feeling the coil of pleasure in his stomach grow taut. 

“Can I—inside?” he grits out.

“Yes,” Jaehyun breathes. He sounds dreamy. “Come for me, baby boy. Waited so long to feel you, for you to really fill me.”

Mark groans helplessly, hips spasming on their own. He gives a few staccato, aborted half-thrusts, and then finally he comes, spilling into Jaehyun, the heat of it almost overwhelming. Jaehyun moans with him, sweet and encouraging, clenching down to help drag out every last drop. 

“Oh, god,” Mark mumbles into Jaehyun’s skin, stilling at last.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun huffs. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Mark grins, kissing his spine once before reluctantly pushing away. “Good,” he says. “I worked really hard, I’d be offended if you could just walk away from it.”

“No walking here,” Jaehyun says, and Mark laughs. He pulls out, watching his come drip out of Jaehyun’s hole and down his legs. He smears some of it into his skin with the pads of his fingers, then scoops it up and pushes it back in, making Jaehyun’s whole body jolt. “Stop that,” he complains weakly. 

“You’re making a mess,” Mark says, almost snide, but he stops, instead pulling Jaehyun up and turning him back around. His tears are drying on his cheeks; Mark swipes them away with his thumbs. “You’re such a pretty crier, it’s not fair.”

“Is that why you make me do it so much?” Jaehyun asks. Mark lets out a mischievous breath of laughter. “I should get uglier, then.”

“I don’t think you could ever get ugly enough that I wouldn’t want you,” Mark says without thinking, and then leans in to kiss Jaehyun so he doesn’t have to consider what that means. He presses close, kissing him slow and deep, until his own brain feels fuzzy enough that he can pull away. 

“I can feel your come dripping out of me,” Jaehyun says, sounding almost apologetic, when they part.

Mark groans softly, letting his hands drop to his sides. “Let me get something to clean up,” he says, turning to walk down the hall. 

He returns from the half-bath with a couple of damp paper towels so they can get the come off the couch before it stains. Jaehyun cleans himself sluggishly while Mark works on the floor and gathers their clothes. 

“Should I take the gate down, for the dogs?” Mark asks, looping his free arm through Jaehyun’s.

“Nah,” Jaehyun mumbles. “They’ll be fine ‘til morning. And then they won’t wake us up, scratching at the door.”

They make their slow way upstairs. Mark deposits their clothes on the chair next to the hamper, finally pulling the rest of his outfit off as well, before joining Jaehyun in the bathroom.

“You really do like it? When I spend money on you?” Jaehyun looks at him out of the corner of his eyes, like he’s afraid of what Mark’s answer might be. “You’re not just—saying so, or putting up with it, just because you know it’s—it’s something that turns me on?”

Mark knocks his forehead against Jaehyun’s shoulder. “Yeah, I really do like it,” he says quietly. “I was uncomfortable at first because—I hate just taking things. But I’m not just taking. I know it does something for you. And it does for me. Maybe it’s like a fuckin’ Pavlovian response or something, but now every time you buy me something, I’m just gonna think about fucking you.” Jaehyun snorts, nearly dislodging Mark. “It’s basically just, like, really expensive foreplay, but I mean—I’m not complaining.”

“Oh, god, that’s the worst way you could put it,” Jaehyun groans, but he’s laughing.

“C’mon,” Mark says, reaching for their toothbrushes and handing Jaehyun his. “Let’s hurry up and go to bed.”

///

The next morning, Mark wakes in muffled darkness to find Jaehyun propped up on an elbow, looking at him. 

“You have bad survival instincts,” he says quietly. “I was staring at you for a while.”

“How was I supposed t’ know?” Mark grumbles, shifting closer to him. “I was asleep.”

“Aren’t we evolved to sense when we’re being watched?” Jaehyun wraps an arm around him, pulling him into his chest. 

“By predators,” Mark argues, muffled against Jaehyun’s neck. “You’re not a predator. Maybe my subconscious just knows I’m safe with you.”

“Not a predator,” Jaehyun repeats slowly. “I think some people would disagree.”

Mark blinks. “Why, because of—your age? And mine?”

“Mm.”

Mark nuzzles into him, nose over his pulse point. “Some people don’t know what they’re talking about,” he says. He kisses him, gentle.

Jaehyun strokes Mark’s hair, combing through the knots built up in sleep. “Mm, maybe,” he concedes.

“Do you feel… like a predator?” Mark asks carefully. “When you’re with me?”

“Sometimes,” Jaehyun admits. “Not usually. Not now.”

“What do you feel like now, then?”

“Now?” The rumble of Jaehyun’s voice fills Mark’s head, soothing. “I feel happy,” he says simply. “Which I guess is all that matters. I’m happier when I wake up next to you.”

Mark freezes, some kind of wanting clawing at his stomach, unnamed and all-consuming. “Oh,” he manages. His voice comes out almost at a whisper, but with something else underneath, soft in the way the belly of a lion is soft. “Me, too.”

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