Mark nodded, sealing their lips together again. The tears that spilled from their eyes meeting on their lips, adding a little salt to their wounds. It was like a real taste of the reality that would come for them in the evening. The kisses went from tender to desperate. Touches going from soft to tight. Hands roaming everywhere.
Before they could stop anything, they were moving from the bathroom to the bedroom, clothing being discarded as they went, and when Mark was splayed out on the bed, he took his fill in of the elder for what he thought was the last time. Bending forward, he crawled on the bed and kissed Mark. "I love you, baby," he told the elder when he pulled away again to look at him in the eyes.
Tears began to spill again from the corners of Mark's big brown eyes, and he kissed them away. His hands began to wander, touching Mark. His cupped a hand and wedged it between the bedsheets and Mark's neck, lifting so their lips could meet again. When he was sure Mark was supporting himself, he let it wander again as his mouth traveled down. He grimaced when he saw the purple bruises littering Mark's collarbone. He kissed them before sucking on them. He made them darker, more angry, leaving behind his own mark before moving further down south. He caught a nipple between his teeth before teasing it with his tongue. When he was satisfied with his work, he moved to the other giving it the same treatment.
"Gaga," Mark had moaned desperately.
"Ssh, baby," he soothed. "Just this last time, let me do what I want."
"Okay," Mark hiccupped, but continued to writhe under his ministrations.
So, he continued. He caressed every inch of Mark's skin, taking his time to listen to every sound the elder made. He knew it would haunt him later, but right now he didn't care. For now, he had Mark. For now, he could love Mark one last time, and it was more than he could ask for. When he couldn't handle it anymore, gone past the point of want and edging on need, he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.
He poured a large amount into the palm of his left hand before warmed it between both hands as he continued to kiss Mark's abdomen, skirting around his pink cock that lay hard against the tiny hairs of his happy trail. It was only when he had a finger tracing around the puckered flesh of Mark's rim did he begin to lick the head of Mark's cock, and only when he had one finger braced to push through the puckered rim, did he take Mark into his mouth.
Slowly, teasingly, he prepared Mark for his cock as he sucked him. When he was three fingers in Mark and taking him deep down his throat, did Mark finally push him away gasping. "Gaga, stop please. I want you. I need you now."
Nodding, he lined his cock with Mark's entrance hesitantly, and debated with himself. Morally, it was wrong of him to do this to Jaebum, but emotionally, he needed it. He sat there on his hunches, frowning down at his cock until he saw Mark move.
The elder sat up and pushed him on his back. "It's too late to turn back now, Jackson," Mark had said before he crawled up. Lithely, he straddle his waist and reached behind him. Mark wrapped a palm around his cock and lined it up with him rim and sat down sharply, impaling himself on his cock.
He gasped in sharply as the warmth of Mark sucked him in. He's right. It's too late to turn back now, he thought as he throw all caution into the wind and began to meet Mark in the middle. It was as natural as it always was. The first few thrust melting him. The pain and heartbreak forgotten. All that existed was Mark and the love they shared. For now he felt loved. He felt needed. He felt whole.
Flipping them so Mark was under him instead, he took Mark's hand in his. The ring on Mark's left hand burned against his skin, so he pulled it off and laid it on the nightstand as Mark looked at him in confusion. When he was sure it wouldn't go rolling off, he turned back to Mark and began to thrust into the other powerfully, picking up where he left off as if he didn't do something odd. The tip of his cock jabbing past Mark's on the first try and dragging past it and the elder cried out. He pulled back dragging past it again and Mark began to pant.
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Secret Love
Fanfiction"Jackson, do you even love me?" Mark had asked, his eyes determined but beginning to well with tears crowding at his waterline. The question had come as somewhat of a surprise. He had opened his mouth to answer the elder, but nothing had come out. I...
