You're In Awfully Early {Septiplier}

Just Too Close

Mark smirks at the fluttering groan leaving the brunette's rosy, pink lips. With another squeeze to Jack's bottom, he surges up to catch the Irishman in a fiery kiss. With a press of his tongue, Jack opens his mouth, the kiss turning into a mess of teeth and tongue.

Mark's fingers slide underneath the Irishman's shirt, pulling a soft sigh from his boyfriend's lips. His strong fingers trail up the pale skin, rubbing soothing circles into his back. Jack tugs at his shirt, tossing it over his head to give the raven more room to work.

Mark chuckles darkly, abandon mouth leaving wet kisses on Jack's collarbone. The brunette hums deep in his throat, tongue ghosting across his lips as Mark's mouth leaves a dark blush across his chest. His fingers disappear in his boyfriend's black hair, gently gliding his hands through the dark locks. Mark's hair is always fluffy and soft, ticking Jack's fingers in the best way.

Jack's hips start to roll on their own accord, rubbing his jean clad erection against the tent in Mark's boxers. Mark groans against Jack's chest, sound sending a deep vibration through Jack's pale chest. Jack moans, high pitched and needy. He's desperate to feel more frictions, his shapely hips grinding against Mark's.

Mark's teeth gently scrap against the dip of Jack's shoulder, a chill racing down the brunette's spine. He grips Mark's hair harder, in a feeble attempt to stay grounded, groaning loudly. He feels Mark's lips tug into a smirk, and he opens his mouth to scold him.

The words are ripped from Jack's mouth in a gasped moan when Mark dips down to press his tongue against Jack's nipple. The Irishman's teeth sink into his bottom lip as Mark takes the pink bud into his mouth, gently rolling his tongue. Jack shivers, low whines still finding a way from his lips.

Mark grinds his hips up against Jack's ass, the slow roll of the Irishman's hips flattering at the attention. Jack's tight grasp in his hair only strengths, and Mark gives a low groan, loving how he can see the vibrations travel through his boyfriend's body with a shiver.

Jack throbs in his pants, desperate to feel Mark's skin on his. A surprised squeak comes from his throat when Mark moves to focus his attention on the other nipple. Jack moans, wanting to keep going before he ruins another pair of boxers.

The Irishman takes a shaky hand from Mark's hair, reaching down to pop the button on his jeans. Mark's deep eyes flash up to Jack's, looking for confirmation. Jack tangles his hand into Mark's shirt, feeling as if he may fall limp off his boyfriend's lap.

"Please," Jack whispers softly, wanting to pull off his jeans but not sure he can even stand anymore.

Mark's soft lips trail back up Jack's body, leaving kisses along his chest and jawline before attacking his lips. Jack opens for him without resistance, his moan swallowed by Mark's tongue.

When Mark's mouth pulls away, his hands rest firmly on Jack's hips. The Irishman takes a deep breath, focusing on controlling his shuttering muscles. He pushes back off Mark's lap, cold air wrapping around his bare torso. Without fanfare, he strips his jeans and boxers, watching as Mark removes his shirt and boxers as well.

Both bare, Jack crawls back onto Mark's lap, pale thighs around tanned and long arms circling his strong neck. His hot, tanned skin warms his pale flesh, encouraging him to press even closer. Their mouths find each other again, but Jack only lets it last a moment. He pulls away to take Mark's fingers into his mouth, quickly wetting them with a a few swirls of his tongue. Mark groans, free hand running gentle fingers up and down Jack's spine.