𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

to you (falling, falling, falling)

Ship; Mark x Renjun
Group; NCT

Part II of we're falling like the stars(falling in love)
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Renjun makes a noise in his throat when Mark pulls away from the hug. Mark thinks something is wrong but then he sees Renjun pulling the shirt that's clinging to his body away from skin contact.

He looks so cute pouting and giving Mark a look from that angle.

"What?" He asks, as if it wasn't already so clear how cute he was.

"You're just too cute," Mark says, smiling too widely and then uses his hands to touch at his thighs, squeezing them and eliciting a groan from Renjun.

"Stop obsessing over me and take care of this," the 'this' in this context being the very slow yet steady stream of milk that's soaking into Renjun's — read: Mark's — shirt and it's making Renjun make a face at it. "It's so weird when it touches my skin, you don't even know."

"Then take of the shirt first love," Mark tries. He uses the hands on Renjun's thighs to try to lift the shirt up from the bottom but Renjun pulls away from the touch. "Wh—"

"It stays on," Renjun simply says and Mark raises his hands in surrender and nods.

"Okay," he says just for further confirmation because Renjun doesn't look so happy about the idea of Mark even thinking the shirt was gonna make friends with the ground. "I'm gonna have to lift it though, okay baby? I have to get access to the main problem, okay?"

Renjun nods and instantly drops his hands to his sides. He just sits there, prettily, on Mark's lap and keeps giving him those doe and sparkly eyes, like a kid waiting for candy.

"Gosh, you're gonna make me die before my time baby," Mark mutters, smiling from cheek to cheek. He then carefully begins to gather the hem of the large shirt and bunch it up until Renjun's big belly is fully in sight and Mark can't help it, call him an alpha, it's just impossible to resist.

He doesn't need to say it, just looks at Renjun for a split second and the moment his mate gives an affirmative nod, he lets the shirt rest on the curve of the belly from the top, under his chest and place his palms on the tender skin.

"Hey," he whispers, leaning down to place a kiss on the left side of Renjun's belly. "I hope you're not giving your appa a hard time, hm?" He whispers again and hears Renjun chuckles from the top. Mark kisses the right side of the belly and then breathes out, like it's paining him just how something like this could exist, then he gently places his lips on the very centre, where the stretch is much and kisses it softly.

"I can't wait to see you," he says at last and gives one more smooch to the top of Renjun's belly.

Renjun is still looking at him with that expectant look on his face but it's softened into something more mellow and sweet. Like seeing Mark is just the one thing he needs to keep him going.

"Okay, time to take care of the momma," he says to Renjun and they laugh. "I'm gonna lift your shirt, love."

Renjun grunts in response and even helps Mark hold the bunched up side of the shirt and tucks it under his chin so he can see what Mark is up to.

Mark carefully, while maintaining eye contact with Renjun to see any signs of distress, brings his hands up to cup one of Renjun's leaking pecs.

He had noticed it a few weeks ago when Renjun had worn a tight crop top he always liked to wear when he wanted to show off his body to Mark. Which really, he needn't becaude Mark always found him attractive.

The chest had always been tight but it was a little more prominent that day and Mark hadn't said anything so he didn't upset Renjun. Renjun gets very upset easily since his third trimester began. Mark is trying his best to make him happy, always.