𝙽𝙲𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴-𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂

🍑breathless|markhyuck🍑

haechan wanted mark to leave him breathless,
and that's exactly what he did.

dom/top: mark
sub/bottom: hyuck
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haechan bit his lip, leaning into mark's chest as he watched the horror film on the TV. he was caged between the elder's legs on either side of him, arms wrapped loosely around his waist. it was comfortable.

but haechan was not.

he gulped as he saw the man on the screen, watched him wrap an arm around the victim's throat, watched her scream for help, watched the man's veins pop as he tightened his grip, watched the skin under his grip turn red.

he glanced down briefly, at marks hands around his waist.

he wondered..

he gently held one in his hand, tracing the knuckles with his own. marks hands.. so delicate. he placed his hand besides his, seeing the contrast from his own tanned skin and mark's.. so pale.. his fingertips glided down to his wrist, circling it with his hand. so.. delicate.

he wondered how tight they could grip.

his eyes flickered up, to mark, his boyfriend engrossed with the movie. the lights from the TV flickering across his face, his long lashes, his high and shark cheekbones. his lips, being bitten in anticipation.

mark was so pretty.

so.. serene.

haechan wondered... how would mark look with his hands around his throat? controlling his air flow? would those gentle eyes of his harden into coal, the eyes that usually look at him with such a pure love, how would they look with the flames of lust dancing within them?

without saying a word, he slowly brought mark's hand up, clasping it gently around his throat. he felt mark's eyes on him, but he remained silent, testing the waters, he made his hand tighter.

he gasped.

mark watched with curiosity, watching the younger hum in satisfaction as he squeezed tighter for the briefest of seconds before relaxing his grip.

"mark.." he whispered, turning so he was facing the boy, mark's hand still clasped firmly around his throat. the elder hummed, looking into haechan's pleading eyes.

"tighter.." he mumbled, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as mark followed his commands, mark's eyes trailing over his exposed throat, watching his adam's apple bob as he gasped for air.

he didn't utter a word, not wanting to shatter this quiet, fragile atmosphere that was engulfing them, instead, he leaned forward. the hand on haechan's neck disappeared, and before he could complain, a hand gripped at the hair on the back of his neck and pulled.

he gasped louder, groaning at the sudden movement, breath catching in his throat as he felt mark's lips gently make contact. slow at first, soft and gentle nibbles, it was nothing like the hand with a firm grip on his hair, forcing him to keep looking up. but gradually, mark was losing patience, sucking harder, teeth grazing skin, trailing down his throat, haechan mewled, whined as he felt mark trace the skin on his throat with his teeth, trailing up to his ear, tugging ever so slowly at his earlobe, mark whispered.

his breath hot, blowing against his ear, haechan shivered. the hand in his hair lets go, finding home back at his neck, haechan lets out a pleased sigh as he looks at his boyfriend, eye to eye, watches his pupils dilate, darken as they look into his, pink lips slick as he ran his tongue over them.