Fly with you (MARKJIN)

10

* Jinyoung's POV*

Warning smut ahead.

"Well then who's hungry?" Jinyoung cleared his throat and pushed his way out of Mark.

Mark followed Jinyoung to the kitchen and sat beside the counter as he watched him fish through the cabinets.

"We have.......ummm....oh there it is, we have ramen." Jinyoung struggled as he pulled out two packets out of the top shelf.

"Great, I'll prepare the vegetables." Mark said as he got up.

"Great, then I'll do the ramen."

They both busied themselves, surrounded only the clinking and cluttering of the dishes.

After twenty minutes, they sat down around the kitchen table and slurped their noodles down, in the ambience of two scented candles.

After eating, Jinyoung stood up and put the dishes in the sink. He breathed in slowly and then returned to the sofa where Mark awaited him. Both of them sat for a while in silence then Jinyoung felt Mark's hand touch Jinyoung's and it curled as they held them for a long time. Jinyoung's heart sped.

Mark faced Jinyoung as he came closer. Jinyoung squeezed his eyes shut and he felt Mark's lips on his. Mark kissed him softly wrapping his arm under Jinyoung's body. Jinyoung wrapped his arms around Mark's neck and he felt his body touch the sofa as Mark lowered him.

Their kiss turned sensual, Mark's tongue slipped into Jinyoung's mouth and their tongues moved in a slow rhythm. Jinyoung removed his arms from Mark's neck and felt Mark's body.

He felt the contours of his lean body as he continued to run his palm up and down towards Mark's navel. Mark felt Jinyoung's hand direction move downwards and he grinded his slower body even more into Jinyoung. Jinyoung gasped at this torturing act.

Mark slowly moved his hands and he started to unbutton Jinyoung's shirt, his hands slightly fumbling, Jinyoung did the same too. But they never separated even for an inch, clothes were discarded and Jinyoung's eyes widened at Mark's firm and lean body with the slight outlines of abs.

Mark leaned on top of Jinyoung and his tongue left Jinyoung's lips and traveled down, slowly trailing a path of erotic heat from the neck to the collar bone and down to Jinyoung's nipples. He gasped as Mark bit them lightly. Jinyoung fisted Mark's hair in response begging for release. Mark continued to torture his nipples and Jinyoung almost came undone.

"M-mark!" Jinyoung gasped.

He felt Mark smile against his skin then Mark travelled even below tracing Jinyoung's abs, when he reached Jinyoung's point. Jinyoung froze, he couldn't imagine Mark going further than that.

"No, don't!" Jinyoung begged.

He moaned as Mark's lips touched that place, and starting begging for him to stop. He pulled on Mark's hair for him to come back. Mark obliged and kissed Jinyoung again savouring his taste slowly.

"Please...." Jinyoung moaned.

He didn't know himself what was he asking for, he just wanted release. But Mark knew. His fingers went down to his core and plunged right in. Jinyoung gasped and arched his back. Mark continued to do that until Jinyoung was trashing against him.

"Just put it in already." Jinyoung cried.

This made Mark smile. He positioned himself and then thrusted deep into Jinyoung. Jinyoung cried out in pain at this foreign intrusion. Mark took it slow, giving time for him to adjust. He kept it a rhythmic pace but Jinyoung waylaid his intentions by arching his back and meeting up to his thrusts.