Mark has tried to get me back again. I'm very distant when I hurt him. "Babe? Do you hate me?" I look at him. "I feel like you hate me. You ignore me. Don't give me affection. I don't know, it hurts J-" I slam my lips on his. It's been too long. It's been two months. He moans into my mouth and I hold him down. I kiss along his neck and he cries out and whimpers continuously. I can feel his erection on my thigh and harden from just his bulge.
"Damn, so desperate already." I whisper. Mark grabs my growing erection. "What about you?" I scream/moan through gritted teeth. "You're gonna get it." I growl and bite on his sweet spot. Mark screams in pleasure and his cheeks turn pink. "Shit." I hiss and suck on it. "J-Jackson!" He cries and makes a inhuman noise of pleasure. He blushes and I look him in the eye.
Mark
Jackson's eyes are hooded as he looks at me. "Why are you so hot?" He mumbles and kisses me deeply and hotly. His tongue is moving freely in my mouth. "Jackson?" I squeak and he looks worried. "Please." I beg and he suddenly becomes alert. "Mark? Are you okay?" My chest develops sharp pains. "Babe." He panics and I focus on breathing. "I-In-" I squeak and Jackson rushes to grab my inhaler. They gave me it for air.
He helps me take my puffs and still panics afterwards. "Jackson, I'm okay. That happens when my.." I trail off and blush. "What?" He asks. "If I do things intimate." I mumble and he frowns. "You've used it before but I haven't-" he stops. "Have you watched-" I blush a deep red. "No!" He smirks and leans into my ear. "Ah. So you've jerked off to me?" He flirts and touches my inner thigh. I buck my hips and whimper. "I couldn't help it."
Jackson chuckles and pulls me on top of him. "Don't worry. I do the same almost everyday." He mutters and I look away. "Hey. You okay?" He asks. "Stop lying." I whimper, tears threatening to escape. "I'm not, Mark. You're so hot- I can't help doing-" I slap him and he cradles his face. "Mark." He whispers. I've never hit him before. "Mark, I-get off me." He whimpers. "Jackson, I'm sorry. I don't-" He wiggles out from under me and leans on the dresser, back to me.
I furiously wipe a tear. "You didn't have to lie to me this whole time. I knew I wasn't attractive." Jackson gets frustrated. "When will you see that I love you?" I flinch at his loud voice. Kiss me. My brain screams. "Mark? Did you say something?" I blush, I must've spoke out loud. "It's alright, what is it baby?" He soothes. He's much calmer. His eyes wide with innocence and face etched with worry. "K-Kiss me." I squeak and he hesitates.
"Are you sure?" I nod and speak. "Only if you mean it- I say no if-" I shut up as his lips press to mine. "Of course I mean it." He whispers and pulls back.
Jackson, Saranghae.
Markeu, Saranghae. Hajima with your insecurities.
