Septiplier Smut

This happened...ENJOY!

Mark wasted no time in throwing Jack onto the bed and crawling over him. They fought for dominance, pinning each other to the bed and ultimately, Mark won. With Jack hands pinned above him, the kiss turn slow, sensual. Mark wanted to savour this moment for the rest of his life. Jack squirmed underneath him, attempting to tug his hands away from the hard grip.

"M-Mark, please."

"Please what, Jack?"

The Irishman moaned, "For god's sake Mark, just fuck me already."

Mark snickered, "Patience, young Septiceye."

He slowly began to slide down Jack's body. Jack threw off his hoodie whilst Mark tore his own shirt off, exposing his chest. A barely audible gasp was heard from Jack, making Mark smile. Like lightning, he slipped Jack's sweatpants down, his member springing out.

"No briefs, Mr Septiceye?"

Jack chuckled, "Couldn't be bothered."

Mark smiled, tracing a finger up and down Jack's cock. His breath hitched and he flopped backwards onto the bed. It was only when Mark devoured his member that Jack let out a long moan.

"Ah~! God Mark." Jack moaned. He bucked his hips up in pleasure, writhing all over the bed. Mark pinned his hips down with one of his arms, causing Jack to laugh and then groan with the loss of movement.

Mark quickened his movements, stroking and sucking Jack's member. With Jack's hips pinned to the bed, he began to shake on the verge of screaming. His hips bucked up as hot white liquid filled Mark's mouth.

"Fuck!" Jack sighed as he came off the high of his orgasm, moaning loudly. Mark licked his lips, climbing back up to meet the Irishman's lips. This kiss was faster paced. Jack wrapped his legs around Marks waist, wanting more friction between the two of them. He tugged at Mark's hair whilst he ripped off Jack's shirt. This caused a playful slap from the younger of the two. It was only when the realization of this is actually happening hit them that they were both breathless and basically bare.

"Are you sure you want this? We can stop," Mark uttered. Jack shook his head bringing Mark down for another kiss.

"Just try not to bruise anything. I want to be able to walk tomorrow," to which he added in a rather low, almost seductive voice, "even if I am limping."

That did it for Mark. Something inside him almost snapped. With some speed and a tad of help, Mark pulled down his briefs before lining himself up with Jack's entrance and pushed in.

Jack bit his lip. It wasn't a bad kind of pain. But Jesus Christ, Mark was huge. He clawed his nails down Mark's back. Mark stilled himself when he was fully buried in Jack's heat. Just to test it, he pulled back slightly before slamming back in. Jack's eyes rolled back, the pleasure too immense to measure. Mark stilled again, causing a groan from the younger male.

"I can stop if you want me to," Mark finally said.

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare," Jack growled as his response. This caused laughter from both ends, replaced by a long, drawled it moan by Jack when Mark began to move. It was slow, sweet and savored at first. Mark was giving Jack time to adjust to this new experience. He braced himself on his forearms, allowing Jack to cling to him. They had joked before (well, it was Felix's Dare) about Safe Words, if they were ever getting down themselves. Jack's had said his would be sugar. This was a word Mark carefully listened for. Just Incase.

"Jesus, Mark. Faster," Jack finally was able to form some sort of sentence. Mark happily obliged, but only after he pulled out of Jack, flipped him onto his hands and knees and slammed himself back in without any sign of slowing. He knew he had done something right when Jack's body tensed before he let out a long, high pitched moan.

"Holy Fuck! Mark, yes, right there! Ahh~"

Jack buried his face into the pillow, wanting to scream his lover's name louder. Mark was hitting all the right places to make Jack see stars. Without any warning, Mark grabbed and pinned both of Jack's wrists on his back. Jack damn near lost it there and muffled his screams with the pillow. Mark pulled Jack upright, wrapping a strong arm around his torso and guided the other downwards towards Jack's cock. He slowly began to time strokes with his hard thrusts, making the Irishman moan louder.

"Do you like that? When I stroke your hard cock? Did you like it when you were pinned to bed and Do you like the fact that I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk?"

Jack could only moan and nod as his answers. He was teetering on the edge of explosion. Mark whispering pleasant imagery in his ear didn't help. Without warning, the American slammed him back into the bed and picked up his pace, only causing Jack to lose sight of which way was up and how to concentrate on being quiet. He tightened the grip he had formed with the loose sheets that lay on their bed.

"Mark~! Shit yes!"

"What's my name?" Mark panted. "Who's fucking you? Who's making you scream their name? Who's making you come? Let them know. Say my name."

"MARK!~ Fuck! I'm gonna-" He wasn't able complete his sentence. He came, a big blubbering mess and muffling his rather loud moan into the pillow. Mark wasn't far behind, painting the Irishman's walls before collapsing on top of him. The two took their time. Mark slowly pulled himself out of Jack and pulled him down so he was lying on side. The little spoon, so to speak. He pulled the covers up and over the two of them. It didn't take long for Jack to fall asleep. Mark nuzzled his nose into the back of the Irishman's neck before slowly drifting off himself.