—domesticity is the best policy
pairing: markren ( mark x renjun ) | rating: M | fluff | wc: 4.5k
summary: a lazy winter morning is the best time to cuddle and get comfy. although for Mark and Renjun, said calmness didn’t last for long because
well
turns out, a lazy winter morning is also the best time to explore one’s sexuality
warning(s): oral sex author’s note: this is an extra, supplementary work to a series i did late last year titled 12 days (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28304079/chapters/69354264) ! you don’t really need to read it to understand and enjoy this but there might be some reference that will make more sense if you do so. Anyways, enjoy! .
It was a lazy, gloomy morning on an uneventful second day of the new year, and the two of them agreed to converge in Mark’s spacious apartment because ‘I’m afraid the lack of human activities here would quickly turn it into a haunted house.’
They agreed to have a slow day.
They agreed on a movie. On a snack (or a bunch of them, actually) to munch on. The kind of drinks they’ll have as they let the hours pass in idle comfort.
But of course, if only based on the days that came before, all those plannings ended up for naught.
Well, at least Renjun could boast to the increasingly jealous secret group (because of course they created a new group without Mark in it once Mark was invited into their original group chat), that this time, they lasted a record breaking fifteen minutes before Mark got ahold of his hands, and pulled him close for a round of hungry, hungry make out session.
But other than their increasingly growing ability to contain their thirst, something else happened on that day that never did before.
Mark paused, unceremoniously, pushing a puzzled Renjun away from him before he innocently tilted his head and asked, “why is it always me who makes the first move?”
Renjun didn’t have any measure of liquid in his mouth (sans his saliva [and Mark’s too, in extent]), but the sound that came out of his throat made it seem as if he was choking on a mouthful of the ocean, “wh,- w,- whAT?!”
Mark shrugged, “I mean I was gonna ask you this before but like,- always me. You see?” He waved his hands over Renjun’s face, which was petrified in a horrified gawk like he was a victim of Medusa’s wrath, “didn’t even move…”
“I… I don’t,-”
“If you don’t like it, just tell me,” Mark exaggeratedly huffed, crossing his arms and throwing his back to the opposing armrest on his criminally spacious sofa for an apartment that on a normal day would only house 2 people, max. “I feel quite pressured, you know? What if he doesn’t like this? Or he doesn’t like that? I mean, I’m not omniscient or what not,-”
Renjun cut his tiny rant short when he jumped up and away from his spot and gave Mark’s lap a straddle. His palms slapped Mark’s cheek in a loud pop, and by the mercy of some ungodly force, he managed to keep the serious expression on his face even when Mark was staring at him in mock annoyance with his lips protruding out in a fishy pout.
“I thought if I make the move you’ll run away.” Renjun said, sternly.
Mark responded with a garbled mumble, “hwell, hai hwon’t.”
Exasperated, Renjun hung his head down and let his palms fall onto Mark’s shoulders, hoping against all hopes that Mark would understand, that beyond the hilarity of their position right then, he was telling the truth. “Well, okay, wow, thanks.” And it was a serious truth. So serious, in fact, that he had to hide it behind a layer of nervous laughter. “I’m cured from my anxiety. Thanks doc.”
He didn’t need to wait long before he felt Mark’s finger sofly edging across the length of his jaw, stopping squarely on his chin. He didn’t need to exert any force to make Renjun raise his gaze once more, just a gentle nudge, because they both knew how silly this was, how unnecessary the theatrics were. But it was fun? Mark’s apologetic shrug seemed to say, and Renjun’s crooked grin answered in likeness. Of course it was.
“Give it a try, then.” Mark said, a smirk hanging on his lips, which, he must’ve thought would make him look daunting, but only succeeded in painting him as the sweetest bachelor in town. Clueless. Criminally innocent, and very, very sweet. “See if I’ll run away.”
Renjun exaggeratedly sighed his irk, and he looked a second away from jumping off the sofa and storming Mark’s kitchen in a huff. But of course, he didn’t. With a fake expression of defeat, he tutted and slowly leaned in, caging Mark in an unneeded prison with his arms planted securely and pushing against his shoulders.
“I’ll make you run away if you keep this up.”
Resuming the path that they left off was easy, and the mask of their annoyance quickly melted when Renjun felt the joy of how Mark’s lips moved against him when he mumbled something silly into their kiss. “Ohh, I’m scared,” he said, and the giggles it gave the both of them tickled out a laughter.
Their kiss, at that point, felt like a practiced run of an improvised ballet. Ebbing and flowing to the inputs that the others gave. So, when Mark pulled away and languidly trailed small nips along the underside of Renjun’s jaw, stopping right by the edge of his left earlobe, Renjun allowed him the rest. Mark’s breathing was ragged, and the hands he so casually rested along the angle of his hips were trembling ever so minutely, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot down Renjun’s arms, letting them loop around Mark’s shoulders all that much tighter.
But just as he managed to stop himself from thinking of things he knew couldn’t happen until, oh, he didn’t know, months into their future, just as he managed to lull himself into the calmness of it all, Mark broke the still air and asked.
“Where… do you like to be touched?” The way he delivered his question was so very awkward. Stilted, unsure… completely cringy. But it still managed to send Renjun spiralling down the edge of no return because dear lord, his voice. Gravely low, and rough around the edges. He whispered his words into Renjun’s ears and he found himself involuntarily tightening his hold on the back of Mark’s shirt.
Through it all, Renjun knew that he couldn’t let the question hang around for too long, because he didn’t want Mark to think, or know, that he was bothered by this unforeseen attack (as it would be uncool). So he combatted his… botheredness, by coughing out a chuckle, “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know??” Mark’s voice now shot up into a squeak, riddled itself with confused giggles. His grip on the hems of Renjun’s sweater were getting more severe by the second that by the end of the minute, they found themselves locked in a desperate hug. Glued tightly with their combined panic and nervousness.
“I don’t know because I don’t know!” Renjun's voice was shrill, and he buried his face deeper into the folds of Mark’s shirt because he didn’t want to feel, or to acknowledge the growing blush on his cheeks. This was so unlike him. So unlike him. Seducing people should’ve been a breeze. A walk in the park. Put him in the arms of anyone else but Mark, oh lord! He would’ve made an easy game of them all.
But this? This?!
This was impossible.
“But I mean… aren’t you… uh…,” Mark, on the other hand, was still stuttering his way through even the simplest sentence. Well, truthfully, the sentence he was about to say was not simple. It was actually quite hard. As hard as the fist that Renjun drove onto his shoulders after he managed to spit it out.
“I’ve heard stories.”
Renjun pushed himself away so he could give Mark his warning stare right on. “Who told you that?” He asked, and Mark’s wide eyed wonder was quickly switched into a tickled giggle when he saw how his hesitation caused Renjun’s pout to jut out even further. “Who told you that?!”
“Donghyuk? Yukhei too…” names began to peter out, and Renjun instantly began to strategise a fitting comeuppance to these blood traitors once he could get his hands on their easily breakable necks, “Jaemin also told me once… uhh, and if you know Xiaojun from IB? He once told me,-”
“Don’t… say anything anymore,” practically shaking in embarrassment, Renjun waved his hand around the tiny space that separated them, “getting charged with four first degree murders is not how I want to start my year with.” Renjun then tried to push himself away from Mark, hoping that he could run to the bathroom, cool down, give himself some pep talk on the bougie, dimly lit vanity mirror, before he could then perhaps convince himself that he was ready (however remotely) to commence on round two of whatever it was that Mark wanted to do that evening.
But hey now… to do that, he had to first be able to escape Mark in the first place, right?
Well, safe to say, he couldn’t.
Mark’s hold around him was unmoving. Completely secure. He clamped down on every wiggle before proceeding to pull him back in, adding another secure point in the form of his chin latching down over his right shoulder. All done to ensure that Renjun wouldn’t be able enact his runaway plan.
“I was hoping that…” Mark’s little pause was precious. He sounded worried and scared, yes, but the hesitation was clearly based around the sheer amount of excitement running through his veins, that it failed to gauge any response out of Renjun other than an endeared coo. In the middle of it, Renjun found himself syncing with Mark on a much needed deep, shuddering inhale. He didn’t interrupt the silence that grew between them until either was ready to break it.
Mark turned out to be the one who did. With a breathy laughter and his mouth, innocently pressing against Renjun’s neck in his attempt to perhaps downplay his wish. Or, disappearing into the only person who could grant him so. “I was hoping you could show me the ropes.”
Renjun laughed back at that. “Ropes of what? Kissing? Trust me, you’re good enough,-“
“No.” He cut Renjun short, before Mark let him go from his vice grip. Renjun, luckily, was too stunned by the hidden words shouting through the gaps of their conversation that he didn’t find it in him the strength, the stupidity to run away.
Mark, nearly chewing his bottom lip raw, leaned back on the sofa. Enough that he then could see the careless smile on Renjun’s face quickly turning wooden. Nervous, and very, very, very hopeful.
To that, Mark let his reddened lips pop from the grip of his teeth, and through a pitifully adorable smile, said,
“Show me how to be with you.”
_
Renjun quickly found out that giving an answer to Mark’s decidedly simple question turned to be… quite a tricky endeavour.
He knew where he liked to be touched. He knew his body like no other. A suckle on his neck would result in a gasp. Fingers running along the small of his back would cause a shudder to ripple across his skin. His stomach is ticklish, and a gentle press on the underside of his feet would leave him an instant puddle on the floor.
But then, right there, pinned on the carpeted floor of Mark’s living room and, for the lack of better words, experimented on in the clear view of anyone that would be unlucky enough to walk through the front door, Renjun found himself losing his commands on his words.
Well, he was losing his commands on a lot of things, but as he knew nobody would be walking through that door and save him from this sorry excuse of a torture anytime soon, he had to start taking matters on his own hand if he didn’t want to unceremoniously finish and embarrass himself in front of the only person on earth he’s ever wanted to impress.
“Mark,-“ at first, his voice came out in a croak, followed closely with a bitten gasp when Mark hummed and gave his waist a shallow bite.
But don’t worry. It grew stronger, and louder, when the suckle went from something sensual to something borderline perverted and Renjun had to swat Mark’s head away from the sliver of naked skin peeking from behind the folds of his sweater.
“Mark!”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, licking his lips, “it’s just… you really are not helping me here.” Fingers pressing, kisses, mouth, teeth biting and sucking at whatever stretch of skin he could access without taking Renjun’s clothes off his back, Mark’s done it all to minimal response from Renjun (if it’s not clear by now, the minimal wasn’t because he didn’t like it. No. He’s struggled to keep quiet because he liked it way too much). But now, idle and seemingly exhausted by the staleness of his efforts, Mark decided to go simple and just slipped his fingers into the sleeves of Renjun’s sweater and gingerly ran them through the underside of his arms. Simple, yet it proved to be the worst act he’s done in the long stretch of his torture as Renjun had to bite on his lips so hard to stop the steadily growing soft moans from the confines of his throat.
Not wanting to lose that easily, Renjun used his pent up frustration as a fuel to turn the tide of their dynamic.
Pushing on his shoulders, Renjun forced Mark to roll onto his back. Truthfully… it was less of a force than a pitiful allowance. Because Renjun begged for it. A sigh, and a quiet please that was gracefully granted by Mark (when he saw that Mark was not budging to his initial attack), who he then straddled.
“Don’t make this about me.” Mark said from underneath him. His voice got a little bit nasal from the pressure of their bodies combined, and Renjun really wanted to pinch his nose in endearment. But it was no time for something cutesy like that, he knew it. So Renjun kissed him shut and whispered,
“Shouldn’t it be?” Renjun picked up his face only enough so that his words would not be muffled by the mushing of their lips, which has then started to grow swollen from how much time they’ve spent making out on that day. “It should be about you.”
“Why?” Mark’s fingers curiously shot up and gripped at the hem of Renjun’s jeans, fiddling with the rim of his belt. Such a simple gesture nearly toppled Renjun over to the point of no return that he had to retaliate in a way that he himself found unsavory.
A tight grip on Mark’s wrists, before he yanked his arms up and away, pinning them so they framed his quickly blushing face.
An involuntary giggle escaped from his nervous smile. “Why?” Mark repeated. The sharp gasp he let out when Renjun dove down to give the sensitive spot beside his Adam's apple a nip was certifiably delicious.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He said, taunting Mark with a firm squeeze of his wrists, acting as a promise of even more fun stuff if he just behaved like the law-abiding good boy that he was. “How can you make someone feel good if you yourself… never.”
Mark sneered. “I’ve felt good before.”
“Have you?” Renjun shot back. The way Mark looked at him, intimidated yet so fucking stoked that something like this was happening to him, caused an endeared laughter to bubble out of Renjun before he managed to do anything to stop it. Knowing that he’d successfully primed Mark to submission, and how there was nothing wrong with a little tenderness even in the middle of a game of teases, Renjun let one of his wrists go. He used the knuckles of his free hand to give Mark’s right cheek a soft caress. “Have you, Mark?”
“As you’re insisting, then I guess no.”
“Good.” A victorious smile bloomed across Renjun’s lips, “well, do you want to?”
Mark laughed, and blindsided Renjun when he hooked his freed hand around his neck, pulling him into a sweetly intense yet criminally brief kiss.
“Heck yeah.”
_
Mark was being such a gentleman even if he was being subjected to his first dick sucking, ever.
“Not even by one of your past flings?” Renjun asked, incredulous, when Mark peeped out from in between of his heavy breathings to say, ‘nobody’s ever done that to me.’
“Just kisses,” he managed to say, before his nervous giggles unceremoniously melded with a strangled moan when Renjun surprised him with his tongue firmly licking, dragging along the underside of his shaft.
“Not that?”
“Fuck,-! Not like that.”
“Not like this too, I guess?” Renjun teased. He then took Mark into his mouth in one, fluid motion. Closing his lips around the hilt, and pausing, just enough, just until he heard a tiny, choked sob coming from ahead, before he released Mark, ever so slowly too. A surely frustrating journey that was concluded with a raunchy pop.
“Never.” He groaned. His voice was low, and should’ve been dangerous. But Mark was looking over him with those languid, iridescent eyes and Renjun could feel nothing else but pride and giddiness.
He really would risk anything for Mark to keep looking at him that way, huh? Because he quickly added in his fingers to the mix of this experience. Pressing and running his thumb over a spot that he’d learned would cause Mark to squirm like a salted worm. He couldn’t go anywhere, though. Because his weight over Mark’s legs, combined with the tangle of his sweatpants and underwear, guaranteed that he would be pinned on the ground until Renjun told him otherwise.
Renjun then continued his teases, his gentle licks that were often spiced with sucklings and rubs with only his thumbs and index fingers, for added frustration, revelling in each plea that Mark would whisper to him, and the way his thighs would clench in a desperate attempt to feel more. But in the middle of all that, Renjun still had the time to let out a little laugh when he saw how Mark’s fingers were like talons around the elastics of his sweatpants. Trembling. Full of desire and self-control, all balled up into a tight fist as he must’ve thought, what, he was not allowed to touch Renjun in the middle of such an intimate moment?
That he would lose control and turn the tide against Renjun’s blatant wish to drive the scene? How cute, he thought, and it was enough to make Renjun feel as if he was doing charity when he carefully pried those fingers away, before directing it to the place he knew was always the end goal for Mark. His hair.
(ps: he did all that while not stopping his services to Mark’s weeping dick, of course. He’s good at multitasking like that.)
At first, Mark was still hesitant enough that he was only able to twirl the strands of Renjun’s hair around. But well, one strong suckling around his tip later and that hesitation was thrown clear off the window when he finally grabbed a handful of hair, bunching it up from the base, and hung onto them as if they were his lifeline.
The overwhelming barrage of sexual stimulation, combined with a moment where he was allowed some respite, must’ve loosened up the gate to his self control. Enough, that in a moment of blinding desperation, he drove himself forward, colliding his crotch against Renjun’s nose who was then sent to a panicky scramble for purchase. He found it in the form of Mark’s firm ass… not that he would wish for anything less.
The shock of such a sudden intrusion caused Renjun to involuntarily gag and swallow, and it was clear, from how he buckled, from how he let out the most delicious moan that Renjun’d ever heard in his brief time of living, that Mark was living for the sensation he was letting him feel.
Don’t stop, his shuddering fingers clearly said, I’m so close. His hips were moving in small, but forceful undulations. No longer controlled by his brain, just by the need to reach a release. And in that journey, Mark didn’t care if he was digging his nails into Renjun’s scalp too sharply, or shoving his dick too deeply too fast into Renjun’s unprepared throat. Not that Renjun minded, mind you. He was, in all actuality, floating on cloud nine when he found out that he’d managed to turn Mark on so much that he was able to fuck his first throat with such abandon.
If he was afraid, he was only afraid that Mark was feeling bad for feeling… good. Too good, even.
As while he was groaning to his release, breath hitching, faster and faster together with the movement of his hips, Mark’d began apologising. Sorry, he whimpered, shakily, over and over. For not stopping even when he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, perhaps. For subjecting Renjun to such humiliation, maybe. But all in all, Renjun only wished that Mark was not too far gone that he would realise that he was okay with this. Totally okay. His fingers, gently brushing over Mark’s hip bone, his calm hummings.
It’s okay, just enjoy yourself.
But Mark still apologised. This time, for not having the strength in him to pull out until it was far too late. Until Renjun noticed, from his moan, rising in pitch, the garbling of his words, the way his fingers let go of his hair and pressed onto his nape, exerting such a delectable pressure on it that Renjun found himself moaning along, that he was near.
It was then easy work to keep Mark there. Just palms. Pressing down on his hips to prevent him from rolling over. Lips clamping down around the hilt. A strong suck, and a smooth swallow. And it was over.
He’s never had anyone better. Well, to be fair, being someone better is no tall order for Mark, as the type of men that Renjun would usually hook up with at the end of a long night would usually not go out of their way to eat a serving of fruit at least once everyday. But Mark didn’t know that, and he looked mortified when Renjun let go of his still twitching member with a gentle smooch on top.
“I’m really, really sorry.”
“Hey. No biggie.” Renjun gave Mark’s also twitching hips a playful pat. In the same breath pulling the elastics of his sweatpants up and letting it go so it would return to Mark’s waist with a loud snap, “yours are literally like, the best tasting I’ve had so far.”
Tired, spent, and completely relieved, Mark threw himself back with a little laughter to follow. “I’m glad.”
“You should be. There’s a reason why I’ve been getting you to drink pineapple mogu-mogu this past few days.”
Mark laughed as he peeked from the drape of his arm over his eyes, wiggling his eyebrows as an invitation for Renjun to join him up there.
He took his time, climbing up. Giving Mark’s belly button a kiss which was cut short when Mark got ahold of the back of his sweater and practically dragged him up like a little misbehaving kitten.
Renjun stared at his hooded eyes when they were finally facing each other head on, glazed thickly with contentment that they were nearly blinding in their reflection. He desired nothing more but to kiss him.
Although… He did just swallow a dose of cum and not all… men… want to have that on their own lips. Even if well… the cum is theirs to begin with.
“Is it okay?” He asked, gingerly.
A faint noise, almost sounding most like a purr, resonated from deep within Mark’s throat. Too lost within his forest of pleasures, it took him a little bit of time to realise that Renjun’s hesitation was real. Once he did, though Mark picked his head, just a little bit, as if asking Renjun, why the delay? Kiss me right the fuck now.
“Okay to what?”
“To kiss you.”
Mark paused, again, just for a little bit, and tilted his head. What the heck are you talking about, he would’ve said, if he could. Which he couldn’t. Because by then, he’d latched his scorching palm around Renjun’s nape and pulled him in for a kiss that he knew he deserved.
“Just fyi, not everyone likes to do this,” Renjun gasped when Mark finally allowed him to surface for a breather.
“Wasn’t it you that told me, ‘I’m not everyone?’”
To such an innocently cocky statement, Mark received a playful punch on his arm. “Shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Too late.”
Renjun gave his arm one last push, before he threw himself, exponentially harder than he ever needed to, on Mark’s chest. Resting his head on top of his racing heart that was slowly calming down, and the little coughs he let out from how fast the air in his lungs were expelled by the impact of Renjun’s head on his ribs. “Ohhh everyone would line up to decapitate me if I told them this,” he said, to the tune of Mark’s giggles. “Or probably to kiss me… depends.”
Renjun felt a flick on his earlobe, causing him to tilt his head so he could see how Mark was looking at him with a weirdly perverted smile on his lips. “Can I watch?”
“You’re more deprived than you ever show, huh, Mark Lee?”
Mark only laughed at that, louder and more sure than what he’s given since they were embarking on their sensual themed adventure. Renjun was glad. He only wanted Mark to be comfortable. No matter the cost.
“How about you?” Mark asked, when the air between them has settled and calmness was all that was left in their casual embrace.
There’s been a pressure growing from within his jeans for the last five minutes or so, ever since Mark took control and steered him by the follicles of his hair. And it would be a lie for Renjun to say that he didn’t want Mark to do the same thing to him like he’d done to Mark. But Mark was tired, it was clear as day. And Renjun also was not really in the mood of plunging into another stretch of sexually charged tension so soon after what’d just happened. So… no matter the cost right? Well, if the cost then was him going blue balled for a few days…
It was completely affordable.
“Me? I’m easy,” Renjun sighed, returning his head to the comfort of Mark’s chest. “We still have days. We have time.”
“Take it slow?”
He could feel a soft kiss being placed at the top of his head, how Mark’s calm breathing would cause a few strands to tussle in a fixed tempo. He was instantly hypnotised.
Renjun whispered one last word, before he allowed himself to rest, closing his eyes and familiarising himself with the rhythms of Mark’s body. They had plenty of days ahead to explore each and everyone of them. How joyful.
“Very.”
