"Mark..." Jack moans trying to push Mark off of him. "We need to talk about this." The Irish man's eyes fluttered shut. He stopped resisting Mark, letting him take over his body. Mark smiled into Sean's neck as he felt his arms stop pushing him. Mark took off the Youtuber's shirt, allowing himself to kiss down Jack's pale skin. Jack's hand found Mark's fire like hair, trying to push him down lower. Mark smirked to himself.
"Can't wait tonight can you Jackaboi?"
"God just fuck me Mar-k."
Jack stuttered over his words. Mark thrusted against him, both still having their jeans on. They felt friction against their cocks and the heat of their chests together. Mark met head level with Jack seeing his eyes closed while panting out words that were lost in translation to Mark's ears. He did it again, seeing Jack throw his head back and whimper quietly. The only words Mark could actually understand was, F-fuck me and please.
Mark smirked, Jack was to the point where he was desperate and would take anything Mark gave him. This also meant that if Mark played his cards right, he could leave while Jack was asleep. It's been a long day and Mark knew Jack was really tired from meeting all the fans and doing the crazy challenges Comic Con threw at them.
"Mark!" Jack was always a loud type of person, and that didn't excuse for the bedroom. The American boy didn't realize he was still grinding onto him. Jack's cheeks were red, his eyes filled with lust. He wanted Mark, and he wanted him now.
Mark pulled off both of their pants and boxers, Jack shaking his off his legs. Mark got himself ready, putting lube on his fingers. He slipped a finger into Jack without his knowledge. Jack yelped and Mark chuckled. He then put another finger into Jack and started thrusting them in and out of the Irish man. Jack gasped, gripping the pillows beneath him, trying to handle the pace Mark was going at. Usually, Jack would have told Mark to just fuck him, without prep or anything, but they hadn't seen each other since vidcon and both of them were trying not to leap at each other during signings today.
"Mark, w-wait." Jack moaned right after his words, squirming on Mark's fingers. Mark pulled his fingers out of Sean, his body relaxed, releasing the pillows from his tight grasp. Mark lubed his cock, but could still see Jack trying to catch his breath.
Mark knew Jack was sensitive, it's been two months since they've seen each other, and Mark felt bad having to leave after this without Jack's knowledge. But Mark had too, he had to get him tonight, he had to.
Mark thrusted into Jack and felt the Irishman tighten against him. Jack squirmed underneath him, squeezing his eyes shut. Mark gave a deep moan, God dammit he was so tight. Jack jumped again, gripping Mark's hair. He pulled him down, the two men desperately kissed one another. Pleasure from Jack's walls almost made Mark come right then and there but he couldn't. He needed to make Jack tired, needed to make him fall asleep after this. Mark needed to fuck the shit out of Jack.
That's exactly what he did. Mark thrusted in and out of Jack without a warning as he moaned into their kiss. Jack gasped, biting into Mark's lip before throwing his head against the pillows of Mark's bed. Jack began to moan Mark's name as he went faster and faster into Jack's hole. "Mark, oh God Mark, if you don't-" Jack wrapped his arms around Mark, feeling his hand against his cock, squeezing the pre-cum out. Jack's nails dug into Mark's back. He clawed against it, the amount of pleasure too much for him. It had just been so long, so fucking long.
"Mark!" Jack screamed again biting into Mark's skin. Mark shifted a little, moving to where Jack was basically sitting on him but Mark was still on his knees. "So good for me Jack." Mark knew he liked it when he coed him, telling Jack he knew how beautiful he was, or how much pleasure he was giving Mark. Jack felt Mark stop his motions before gripping onto Jack's waist. He thrusted into him, making the Irish boy go up and down on his cock. Jack groaned, starting to see white but also feeling a coil in his stomach. "Mark, I'm-"
