Septiplier One-Shots

69

It's the 69th chapter and you should know what this means.
This amazing oneshot was completely written by PrincessPleb :)
[warning: not appropriate for all ages]

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Sean sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair with a frustrated groan, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes locked on the boy in the corner.

Mark giggles through his headset, his eyes locked on the computer screen as he sits fixated with a game.

"No, no, oh you killed me! What the hell, Wade!" Mark yells, laughing loudly as he leans back in his computer chair, shaking his head and replying to Wade through his headset.

Sean taps his foot on the floor, still waiting for Mark's attention but receiving none.

"Mark, could you come here a sec?" Sean says loudly, running his tongue across his teeth.

Mark looks over to Sean briefly, shaking his head before looking back to the screen and laughing at Wade.

Sean groans, rocking his head back against the chair as he taps his foot in the floor.

They sit like this for a while, Mark giggling and shouting in response to conversations that Sean can't hear, and he begins to get more and more frustrated. Mark has been so caught up in filming and playing new games and catching up with Wade and Bob and all of his other friends, and Sean's sick of it.

Sean stands up quickly, eyes locked on Mark as he walks towards him. He leans forward, pressing the off button on Mark's computer, resulting in the blue haired boy pushing his headset off and looking up with a scowl.

"What the-" Mark shouts, shaking his head as he stands up, now a little taller than Sean, "what?"

Sean looks up at him with lustful eyes, "you're doing it again."

Mark shakes his head, eyes squinted slightly as he runs his fingers through his blue hair in frustration, "doing what? Sean, why did you just do that?"

"You're doing all this, ignoring me and playing games and giggling and talking like I don't exist.." Sean giggles quickly, shaking his head before meeting Mark's eyes with a small smirk, "you're doing all this when you should be doing me."

Mark leans back slightly as the words catch in his throat, his eyes widening as Sean unclasps Mark's belt in one swift motion. He hooks his fingers into the front of Mark's pants, pulling his forward and leading them both into the bedroom.

Sean pushes Mark back onto the bed, in complete control of him even though he's smaller in build. Mark falls back heavily, his eyes locked on Sean as he lets out a quick breath, his cheeks flushed.

Sean smiles, leaning over Mark and straddling his waist as he moves forward, nipping Mark's ear before whispering, "you know I don't share, Mark."

Mark breathes, holding Sean's hips and pushing him down slightly, only to be stopped by Sean as he grabs Mark's wrists, taking his large hands into his own and lifting Mark's arms above his head.

"No," Sean shakes his head, his voice hoarse as he holds Mark's hands up with one of his, and uses his other to grip Mark's chin, "you don't get to ignore me all day and then touch me whenever you want. No touching."

Mark groans, wiggling his hips slightly as Sean lifts himself up, sliding Mark's belt out of his pants with one swift motion, and then tying it around Mark's wriggling hands, attaching them to the bedpost and hindering all movement.