A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Bangiplier: Buddies

Synopsis: This one was a request by @Anti-Septic ! Dan's trust is always apparent when he's comfortable enough to jack off with someone. He also likes Markiplier. A lot.

It had been at least a month since Dan had had sex. It felt agonizing since Barry was out of town, Suzy and Arin were on vacation, Ross is the worst, and Brian was working overtime on final edits for the 6969 music video. His hand itched to text the one man who always made him weak in the knees. He held out for as long as he could. It felt almost painful to think about. Finally, he picked up the phone.

"Hey, Mark? It's Danny-"

"Hey," Mark replied, his voice groggy and low.

Fuck, Dan thought. He probably just woke up from a nap or something. In Dan's heated haze, it felt like that voice had taken the shape of a hand to jack him off.

"Hello? You still there," Mark asked after the odd pause.

"F-fuck, yeah, hi. I'm here...uh, are you busy right now?"

"Now? Not particularly, no. Is there something you-"

"I need your cock like, super bad," Dan blurted out with a dramatic whine. "I just...I haven't had sex in a long time and I'm desperate..."

Dan expected him to hang up or something. Instead, Mark laughed. It was a genuine, hearty laugh that set Dan at ease.

"What's so funny?"

"You weren't joking?"

"...maybe..."

"I'm sorry," Mark chuckled, pacing around idly. "It's just kinda funny-"

"What is," Dan demanded, becoming more desperate by the second.

"The great Dan Avidan, sex god of Tumblr is begging me to get him off. It's just kind of funny."

"I'm low enough to beg," Dan went on impatiently. "Come on, dude, I don't even need you to fuck me...just...fuck, I don't know. Get over here. Please."

Mark abruptly hung up and was at the door in record time. It seemed like he was in desperate need of attention too.

"Hey-" Dan began.

"Take your pants off," Mark demanded.

"Want any pizza or...?"

"You made it sound urgent on the phone. Just tell me what you want me to do."

Woah, Dan thought. What a fucking awesome friend...like, honestly, it was so hard not to stand there dumbfounded.

He led Mark to his bedroom and sat down cross-legged on the bed. Mark sat down and waited patiently for Dan to say something. They sat awkwardly, the only sound being the faint murmur of whatever indie music coming from Dan's phone. Mark finally rolled his eyes and reached for his pants zipper.

"I'm not gonna fuckin' bite your head off," he laughed, unzipping his pants.

"S-shut up, man...I'm just...shut up."

"C'mere."

Dan couldn't help but be a little grumpy. Whenever they did anything, Mark was clearly in control. Still, since he was desperate, Dan kept his mouth shut and scooted forward. Mark reached forward and pulled Dan into his lap.

"Just relax. I've got you," he soothed, his voice almost hypnotic in its deepness.

Dan just sat, watching Mark's hands carefully unzipping the fly of those torn up jeans. Without a moment of hesitation, Mark inched his hips closer until their cocks were pressed up against each other. He let out a labored sigh as Dan wrapped his skeleton fingers around both their throbbing members.

"Mm." Was all Mark could manage to hum as Dan tighten his grip a bit and began stroking slowly.

"Take off your shirt," Dan ordered, silently cursing himself for being so desperate. "I don't want it to get messy," he lied, eyes plastered to the unbelievably god-like build of Mark's body as each button was undone.

Whether he believed the lie or not, Mark ran his fingers along the buttons, carefully undoing each one. His eyes were shut and his bottom lip became trapped between the rows of pearly teeth in his mouth as he tried to suppress moans of sheer bliss. He shrugged off the red flannel shirt and tossed it aside carelessly.

Dan's eyes darted from Mark's bucking hips to his wild hair to his pulsating cock to his chest, which expanded and collapsed with labored, lust-filled breaths.

"H-harder...please..." He moaned breathlessly.

Dan felt heat rush to his cheeks, all senses flooded with Mark's being. The way his voice wavered as the orgasm rose within the pit of his stomach, the way his eyes were closed as if to save himself the embarrassment of eye contact in his heated state of ecstasy, the way the sweat rolled down his immaculate skin, the way he clenched his teeth and growled low...before Dan could think, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Mark's. The way Mark's lips parted as if to welcome the hot tongue that entered so willingly surprised them both.

His taste was just as distinct as Dan imagined it would be. His lips left Mark's and travelled down his salty skin. The scent flooded his senses as he licked his way down the temple that was Mark's body. A body had never tasted so good. And his mind was blank until his thin lips wrapped around the engorged head of Mark's cock.

"Danny-" Mark hissed, mouth falling open as if to catch his breath as it left his lungs.

His hands felt so at home as they gripped Dan's hair. It was a tight hold, but Dan couldn't find it in his lustful mind to be bothered. He felt every twitch of those fingers as he ran his tongue along the underside of that cock. It throbbed against his lips and in that lusty haze, Dan hoped Mark would press his head down even further until he came and made him swallow every drop. He only came back to his senses when he felt Mark yank those torn jeans down his thin thighs.

"I need..." He began to growl as he pressed Dan onto his back.

"Okay," Dan panted, legs already wide open. "...okay."

The way Mark's fingers prodded around inside him drove him wild. Dan writhed around, his own left hand clasped around his dick to double the mind-numbing pleasure. Mark's fingers found the exact place to curl just enough to make Dan's back arch.

"Please...fuck..." Dan moaned, eyes shut.

Mark licked his lip, perhaps to get rid of the sweat or maybe to hide his absolutely mindless pleasure. His cock felt so at home inside Dan, every thrust feeling more pleasurable than the last. It was hard to keep to one position when he wanted to see Dan in all of them. For now, he could see the hair hanging in Dan's face as he moaned. His mouth fell open and the musical ecstasy that left his lips was almost too much for Mark to stand. Even in such a vulnerable, orgasmic state, Dan's voice still remained unchanged. It was like he was singing a song with no words, the music the heavy breathing that left their exasperated throats.

Mark pulled out, pressing his cock against Dan's once more until it shot sticky cum onto their heaving chests. He wanted to apologize or clean Dan up, but there was something so hot about the way he lay there on the bed, body sprawled across the sheets like rose petals, cum dripping from his chest as he ran his thin fingers through his wild hair.

"Hey, man," he murmured, a weak smile causing his face to nearly glow.

"Hey," Mark murmured.

"Thanks...like a lot."

"Don't," he protested. "It's no problem. It's not some kind of chore. I...it was fun."