Daring {Markhyuck}|| Completed

•Chapter 45•

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Mark's fingers were dug deep into each of Donghyuck's sides, the younger letting out a breathy moan at the feeling.

The older helped guiding Donghyuck's hips on his growing erection in his pants.

His hips movements were firm as per Mark's help, forcing the younger to sink down more.

"I thought you were tired," Donghyuck tilted his head innocently as Mark grunted, reaching one arm out to wrap his length fingers around Donghyuck's neck to pull him down so that their foreheads were pressed together.

"Oh I'm tired alright," Mark started, squeezing his hand around Donghyuck's throat. "I'm tired of your shit."

Donghyuck let out a grin, feeling the air in his lungs clog up in his throat.

The younger was having trouble breathing but the excitement of seeing how far he could hold it in, made him feel amazing.

Donghyuck's chest was flat against Mark's as he brought both of his hands to lightly grip the older's hand around his neck.

Donghyuck was having a hard time keeping his eyes open as Mark dangerously stared at him, grinding his hips upwards to meet the younger's ass.

Mark pulled Donghyuck even closer, "Be a good boy and lock the door."

And with that, Donghyuck was suddenly thrown off of Mark as he gasped for air.

He was lying on his back, trying to catch his breath and make up for the air he was losing within those few minutes.

His eyes were seeing tiny black dots before they began to disappear once he sat up.

He turned his head to look at Mark who was waiting for him expectantly.

Donghyuck squeezed his eyes shut as he slid off the bed, mumbling, "I'm a good boy."

He waddled to the door, flipping the lock as he walked back to the bed where Mark was now sitting on the edge.

"Come," Mark demanded, patting his lap for Donghyuck to climb on and take a seat.

The younger's thighs were caving around Mark's as the older placed his hands back on Donghyuck's hips, caressing his side gently until he let his hands slip underneath Donghyuck's shirt.

Donghyuck hissed at Mark's cold hands touching his hot body, enjoying the feeling of the contrast.

The older's hands glided down the younger's bare skin, slipping through the hem of his pants and boxers to squeeze his flesh.

Donghyuck threw his head back as Mark's lips attached themselves to his neck, sucking and biting his skin.

Mark was placing new hickeys on top of the older ones—which Donghyuck was surprised no one said anything about yet.

The thought about people seeing who belongs to Mark made him grin with satisfaction.

Donghyuck placed his hands on Mark's shoulder's to steady himself, his nails sinking into his skin.

Mark pulled and pushed their hips to grind against each other's, creating a sense of arousing friction between them as Donghyuck could not help but let out his melodic moans that Mark loved to hear.

The younger found his way down the older's torso, lifting the hem of his shirt to pull it over Mark's head once he broke away from his neck.

Again, Donghyuck admired Mark's godly body...