Pure~Markson

The Box

(author's note - i completely forgot this story was on here until i came on to find something the other day and i choked wow over 100 reads dang thanks for reading this. enjoy! here's the ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8417434/chapters/19287955 )

Jackson really didn't want to go to work that morning. When he woke up, Mark was curled up in a ball purring, fast asleep. He knew that would change as soon as he woke up, and wished to be there. But if he wanted to treat his kitten to the finer things in life, he had to work.

A couple hours later, Mark woke up, searching for Jackson. He called out for him, only to remember he had work today.

Mark sighed in frustration. This morning would've been the perfect morning for a sleepy handjob or a sloppy blowjob. It wasn't really morning, considering it was past 1 pm, but still.

What was he to do all day? It's not like he was sad that Jackson was gone; His whole "Please don't leave, I don't want to be by myself" phase was over. He just really needed physical attention.

For the day, he thought he could just lay on the couch and watch TV.

This was harder than he thought, as his mind ran wild with lustful thoughts and fantasies about Jackson. He touched himself to these dreams and came, but still wanted so much more.

After about six hours of absolute suffering, the sun began to set and there was a knock at the door.

Mark's cat ears perked up and he ran to the door.

He was greeted by BamBam and his ears fell.

"Sorry, Mark," BamBam said. "But I do have something for you."

They sat down on the couch and he put the box between them. Mark sat up on his heels in anticipation.

"It's some stuff we have for Jinyoung," He said as Mark opened the box. "He won't be needing them anytime soon, so I figured you would want them. Especially now, with Jackson being at work during the day."

Various toys lay inside, ranging from vibrators to dildos. Mark and BamBam just sat there in awkward silence.

"So..I'm gonna go now..." BamBam got off the couch after a couple moments and started to leave.

"Wait," Mark said. "T - Thank you."

BamBam smiled. "No problem, man."

As soon as BamBam left, he began exploring the contents of the box. Holding up an egg shaped toy he found, he grabbed the remote that went to it and headed to the bedroom.

The remote had a sliding switch with three basic settings; Low, Medium, and High. He held it in his hand and switched it to Low. The sudden vibration startled him and he dropped it. It buzzed around on the wood floor until he switched it off.

Mark picked it back up and got down to business. Already wet with lubrication, he slipped it inside himself and pushed it until it was touching his prostate.

Propping himself up on one arm, he thought: The highest setting can't be that bad, it's just a small little egg after all. Low wasn't even that hard.

The moment he turned it on, those thoughts were dashed.

His arm gave out and he fell onto the bed. His back arched like a bridge and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Mark's claws gripped the sheets and the remote.

The hybrid's body had never endured this much stimulation or pleasure. It had only been a couple seconds, but he let out a loud, strangled whine as he came all over his stomach.