Pure~Markson

Bet

Jackson slammed the door when he came in that night, startling Mark and waking him from his sleep. He walked into their room and plopped down on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Mark asked. His heat was almost over, which meant his mind was becoming less clouded, and it was easier for him to sympathize with him again.

"Nothing, I just don't like some people at work..."

"You know, I don't know where you work," Mark started massaging his shoulders.

"I work at that gym down the street. Everyone there is so...easy to set off."

"You can't control other people. Unfortunately. And you get to come home to me every night. And I love you~!" He wrapped his arms around Jackson and hugged him tight.

"I know, I know," Jackson smiled. "Also...I can feel that you're hard, and I don't think I can do that right now, I'm kinda pissed...I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh," Mark blushed. "Well, you can be rough with me...I don't mind."

"If I hurt you-"

"It will be my fault. Now come on, use me, Oppa." He laid back on the bed submissively, holding his hands above his head.

Jackson turned around and was stunned. Mark was such a great boyfriend, he could cry.

He turned around and laid on top of him. He moved his hips against Mark's and ground hard into him.

"Ngh...More..." Mark moaned, which gave him more confidence to go faster and harder.

Mark moved his hands down to wander up Jackson's shirt and along his spine.

If he wanted him to play rough, he'd play rough.

In an instant, Jackson grabbed his wrists and pinned them on either side of his head. He noticed how Mark was breathily moaning in his ear.

"Do you think you could come like this?"

Mark responded in a few short, choppy moans. Knowing him, he could. His body was very sensitive, even through multiple layers of clothing.

"Mmm, Mark, so needy..." Jackson kissed his neck.

"Ahhh, Jackson!" Mark arched his back into him as he came hard in his pants. His body twitched under Jackson's as his claws left marks in his own skin.

Such a fragile little kitty, Jackson thought. How would he tolerate all the things he wanted to do to him? Would he cry? He didn't want to hurt him, that would make HIM feel bad.

Mark looked at him with his innocent hybrid eyes. "Fuck me, Oppa?"