Hellevator #markson ✓

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"Sorry daddy."

"Don't you dare."

"Why ? Got a daddy kink ?"

"I don't"

"Don't lie"

"I truly don't. I think it's weird to call daddy the person who is fucking you. We're here."

Mark opened the door for Jackson.

"You don't like being dominant or dominated? What's the idea, rough at work, sweet in bed ?"

The door closed behind them as Mark followed and before Jackson could face him, his lips were already near his ear.

"Sweet ?" Mark smiled, "Stop by my office one day, we'll see who will be bent over my desk and fucked raw."

He walked away as Jackson was frozen on the spot despite the hot feeling rushing through his veins. He followed him to the kitchen a few seconds later, still fluttered.

"It-it's still work then."

"Really? Then would you rather bend over right here ?" Mark patted the kitchen counter as if he didn't just ask Jackson to get his ass ready for him. He moved away slowly to go to the fridge, opened it, talked again. "Do you want to drink something?"

Jackson was freaking out. Was this really happening ? He had to be dreaming, never in his whole life had a moment like this occured. He was certainly falling alseep which would explain why he was not processing what was going on. Yep, that was it. Only because he was tired, of course.

He tried to summarise the situation. He was currently in an unknown place with someone he had known for two hours at most and who was obviously flirting with him, the same person he had asked for sex less than an hour ago. Jackson was the first one to talk to him and annoyed him to the bone when they had just met but then he started flirting with him. Fencing always gave him the courage to do things he had never done before, going to Bambam's after his training was the worst idea he had had in his whole life.

Now he felt totally defenceless in front of the man he flirted with. He never had a one night stand and now was wondering how it worked. He himself didn't know if Mark caught him off guard by the explicit flirting, if he was totally horny because he knew he wasn't going to go home anytime soon or just a bit out of it because they got out of the elevator.

"Were you bold because you thought we would die down there?"

All the confidence Jackson had flew away. He almost regretted all the words he said before, and only 'almost' because that still led him here.

As much as he wanted to hide now, he had to admit he did a pretty good job by flirting with Mark in the elevator. When would he get such an occasion either way? Mark was way out of his league, rich, totally gorgeous. If Jackson had an ideal type, it would definitely be him.

"A little shy, are we ?"

"Shy ? No, why ?" he at least pretended.

"Then take off your shirt."

That totally took Jackson off guard. "What ?"

"Why do you look so surprised ? That's why you're here for anyway." Mark was absolutely serious which got Jackson's cheeks all red again. "Kidding." he smiled as he handed him a glass of water, "I'll do it." He reached his own and- "soon enough." winked before drinking.

It was too early to call it dirty talk but too far from a simple conversation to ignore it, enough to turn him on. This soft dirty talk made him more than half hard.

This was a feeling he had never experienced so vividly before. It was the atmosphere. It was the situation, the moment. It was the lack of jacket on Mark who let his hot body revealed despite a thin white shirt and black pants. It was the pants which showed his perfect ass, the shape of his shoulders, the look in his eyes. He couldn't breathe.