WARNING -smut-
Mark knows a couple ways to make Donghyuck incoherent, but this is his favourite.
They're pressed so close together, Mark just watching him, eyes soft and fascinated, but remnants of a smirk still tugging at his lips.
Maybe Donghyuck wonders what he looks like now, but Mark thinks it's best if he doesn't know; cheeks flushed and sweaty, head thrown back, completely, utterly gone.
So fucking sexy, just mind-blowingly erotic, and Mark actually feels his head go numb.
Donghyuck is leaning into the crook of Mark's neck, lips grazing his skin softly as he whimpers and whines like a little child.
Mark feels his dick harden impossibly more as Donghyuck does this, adoring his way of handling the pleasure and embarrassment. He can feel Donghyuck's breath spill over his skin in irregular patterns, ghosting over him and making him move faster.
He moves the hand he has on Donghyuck's back up so it's cradling his neck, carefully stroking the skin under his fingers.
Donghyuck nuzzles further into Mark, feeling his lips move against the sweaty skin as they slowly move together, pressed close.
Mark tastes like salt, Donghyuck thinks, his tongue falling out of his mouth from trying to deal with the pleasure of his boyfriend's warm, slender fingers moving deeply inside him.
He can't get over it, no matter how many times they do this, because Mark will leave him wrecked, raw, just completely at his mercy.
"Yes... yes...ahh" the younger chants like a prayer.
At this Mark shivers and slows his fingers inside the tight heat, pulling them out unnecessarily slowly in order to enjoy some of Donghyuck's small noises.
The older greedily grabs onto Donghyuck's thighs and hikes them further up his lap so that Donghyuck is properly sitting on him.
Mark can't stand it anymore, he's too heated, too lost, and ready to burst, so ready. Only Donghyuck can do this to him. Only Lee fucking Donghyuck.
The air around them is so hot and he can hardly feel anything but their slippery skin sliding against each other, a perfect fit in each other's arms.
He can't even breathe anymore, Donghyuck can't do anything other than whimper into Mark's neck, hands tightly wrapped around him as he becomes more lost in the overwhelming feeling. Mark wouldn't have him any other way.
"You okay, baby?"
Donghyuck nods, and takes a few breaths before he answers. "More... more, Minhyungie..."
Mark smiles in approval, more than willing to comply, but first he sinks his hand into the smaller's brown locks, pulling him in closer so he can taste him again, his mouth seeking out Donghyuck's eagerly, and licking at the seams of his lips to coax him into access.
Donghyuck compliantly opens his mouth to Mark almost immediately, letting the older sink his tongue inside and fill him fully so they can taste each other, moving in lazy, needy motions.
Everything feels so clammy, so wet, and warm, and there's a haze building up between them as they rock back and forth, holding onto each other. It's so intense.
Mark's tongue is massaging Donghyuck's, and he can already feel some saliva dripping out of the other's mouth in their fervor, as he sucks on his lips, pulling at them.
Donghyuck draws back breathlessly, eyes half closed, lips swollen, and Mark's fingers are still firmly rooted in his hair.
"Please, Minhyungie, give..." he begs, incoherent and swaying in Mark's hold, head bowing down.
