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6.6

**THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS SMUT. IF UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ. SKIPPING THIS CHAPTER WILL NOT AFFECT THE STORY. **

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Things tend to get rough in bed. Mark almost always walks away with scratch marks running from the nape of his neck to the base of his back, bite marks littering his shoulders, and nail indents where Jack gripped just a little too hard as he came for the second time. But, honestly, that's nothing compared to what he does to Jack.

Mark throws Jack around like a rag doll, grabbing his hips and wrists hard enough to leave deep bruises that last for days- sometimes weeks. His love bites have drawn blood on multiple occasions, and his hair pulling leaves a high pitched ringing in Jacks ears and a pounding in his skull for the rest of the night.

And Jack fucking loves it. He thrives in enjoyment, daring Mark to go further, begging him to tie him up, slap him around, wrap his right hand around his neck and choke him, pound into him harder.

"Is that all you've got, Fischbach?" Jack dares as well as he could with Mark slamming into him. He goes to moan, but hides it. That is until Mark's hands grip his hips tighter, lifting him slightly to slam directly into his prostate. "F-Fuck!"

Mark smirks, feeling Jack's thighs start to shake as his hands grip the white sheets under them. "What's my name, Jack?" Jack groans, throwing his head back as Mark jerks him off. "Whats. My. Name." The red head growls with his hard and rough thrusts.

"D-Daddy~" Jack called out, holding himself back from cumming. He knew that if he didn't wait it wouldn't get him another orgasm. "P-Please..."

"Go ahead, but I'm not stopping." Mark's knuckles and Jack's stomach were soon covered in sticky liquid. Mark continued to jerk Jack off, still slamming into him.

"Oh, F-Fuck." Jack squeaked, his right hand pulling at the red head's hair. His body was trembling, thighs shaking under Mark.

Mark was starting to feel bad that Jack still hadn't gotten out of his third orgasm of the night. But as soon as he started to slow down, Jack was grabbing at his bicep. He immediately mewled, "Don't stop." Mark continued, leaning down to kiss the younger's forehead.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a little break so you can calm down?" Jack shook his head, his nails digging into Mark's bicep.

"I want to ride it out. Please just fuck me." Jack moaned, Mark pushed back into him. "S-Shit, Mark." Jack all but screamed, his thighs starting to stop shaking.

"Good?" Jack nodded, feeling Mark pull out soon after. "All fours." Jack followed orders, feeling Mark's hand rub over his right ass cheek.

His boyfriend pushed back into him and he moaned as the red head's tan hand came to grab his green hair. "Oh- fuck yes." He moaned out as Mark slapped his ass. "Mmm."

"You're such a slut for daddy, aren't you, baby?" Jack nodded, yelling out as Mark pushed into him, his hand pulling Jack's hair. Mark slammed into him, holding his left hip with a strong grip. "Who's are you, Sean?"

"Y-yours." Jack moaned as Mark bit into his shoulder. "I'm a-all yours, daddy." Jack was breathless, gasping for air as Mark continued to pound into him. "All yours."

"That's right, kitten." Jack moaned at the nickname, reaching down to grip the sheets. "Do you want it harder? Is this too much for you?" Mark mentioned seductively. "Are you too weak for daddy?"

"N-No. I-I'm not too w- oh fuck yes! Yes! Right there!" He gripped his sheets harder, his knuckles turning white and sweat beading down his forehead. "Oh fuck! Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Mark groaned as Jack tightened around him, signaling yet another orgasm. "Mmmm.." Jack's body shuttered and he buried his face into the sheets. "Oh fuck..." He whimpered. His entire body was shaking viciously and Mark was holding his hips lightly as he waited for the younger's orgasm to calm down.

Jack continued to whimper and whine, biting into the sheets. "Oh my god, Mark." Mark rubbed his back lightly, trying to take away some of the tension racking his body.

Jack stood up, feeling Mark's hands come to wrap around his waist. "I'm good." Jack whispered, feeling Mark kiss down his neck line.

Jack turned around, connecting his lips with Mark's. Mark pushed the younger onto the bed, pulling him to the edge of the bed so he can enter him again. "Choke me, daddy." Jack whimpered as Mark started a steady pace.

"You're such a slut, kitten." Mark told him before his right hand wrapped around Jack's neck. His left hand was holding onto Jack's hip tightly. "You're such a naughty boy. So dirty."

"O-Only for you, daddy." Jack moaned out before gripping onto Mark's right arm. "H-harder." Jack yelped as Mark began to slam into him. "Yes! Fuck yes, Mark."

Mark groaned as Jack's back arched as his nails dug into the red head's bicep. The younger was thriving under Mark, whose hand was still wrapped around the bruised neck. "Fuck, Jack."

"A-Are you close?" Jack asked, moaning soon after. Mark nodded, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He felt Jack tighten around him, creating more friction against his cock. "F-Fuck. Mark!~"

Mark came inside of Jack, riding out his orgasm before pulling out of the younger. Jack's entire body was shaking, every ounce of energy he once had gone. "You okay, baby boy?" Mark asked, moving his hand from the younger's neck to his cheek.

Mark rubbed at his hip, patiently waiting as his orgasm continued for a few more minutes. Jack's hand intertwined with Mark's, his eyes brows still creased.

"D-Don't." Jack stuttered out as Mark went to rub his sides. "M-My skin i-is so s-sensitive." Jack whimpered, feeling Mark's hands move from his body. "Mm.. S-Sorry."

Mark smiled lightly, feeling Jack's hand loosen up a little bit. "It's okay." Jack let out a breath of relief as his orgasm was finally done. "You okay?" Jack nodded, feeling Mark pick him up in his arms.

Mark set Jack in the bath tub before starting to run the water. "Tell me if it's too hot or cold." Jack reached his arm out, feeling the water lazily. "Good?" The younger nodded, watching as Mark poured in some bubbles.

"Can you grab the purple bar from that basket?" Mark nodded, handing it to him. Jack dropped a bit of it into the bath. "Relaxation bar."

Mark sat in the bath with him, leaning again the bath wall. He felt Jack's sleepy form lay against his chest and in between his legs. "I love you." Jack whispered, feeling Mark kiss the back of his head.

"I love you too, baby boy. I'm sorry I go so rough on you." Mark whispered, hearing Jack hum. "You would tell me if you didn't want me to, right?"

"Of course." Jack mumbled, intertwining their hands. Mark smiled, feeling Jack begin to play with Mark's fingers sleepily. That was something that Jack had learned to keep him awake a few weeks ago.

Mark hummed along with 'Fast Car'. Jack smiled, closing his eyes lightly. He enjoyed these times with Mark. The times where they just relax with each other in pure silence other than mark's hums with the music.