My Muse

22

"Jinyoung." Mark called against the younger's chest, his voice a bit fragile from the erotic noises Jinyoung caused him to make not long ago.

"Hmm." Jinyoung lazily hummed in response.

Mark drew invisible circles on Jinyoung's bare chest while a smirk slowly curled up his lips. "Cum is dripping out of my ass."

Jinyoung almost choked, immediately reprimanding Mark with a slap on his naked thigh. "Don't give me another hard on."

Mark yelped, giggling at the younger's reaction. "I'm not trying to, it's really uncomfortable. Sticky. Wet."

With a heavy exhale of trying to hide his laughter, Jinyoung pushed Mark onto his back, pinning the elder under him. "That sounds arousing."

"You say that now, just wait when it's my turn, you'll feel it coming out of your wrecked hole too and would wanna clean it up." Mark grumbled, making Jinyoung's eyes nearly pop out of his head. Mark giggled before he shoved Jinyoung away, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "No seriously. Let me go wash, please."

"You're a tease." Jinyoung whined as he carefully watched Mark walk around with absolutely nothing covering him. He was able to see the mess that Mark was talking about, and the perverted side of him really wanted to prevent Mark from washing it off.

"You're just really horny." Mark retorted, searching a drawer for some of Jinyoung's clothes to borrow.

"I can't control my high sex drive." Jinyoung stated, laughing as Mark rolled his eyes.

"Jeez you're cringy." He said before leaving the room, a few minutes later the sound of the shower being turned on coming through the wall.

Jinyoung laid back against his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He really couldn't believe it. Mark was his. All his. It still hadn't settled in. Sure they've kissed a lot, cuddled a ton, and the sex was mind blowing, but it just hadn't hit Jinyoung yet that the man he'd been craving for so damn long he no longer had to sit there and drool over. He still craved Mark despite not needing to anymore. He knew it was that first phase of a relationship where everything was all lovey dovey and exciting, but damn did it feel amazing to have his heart flutter every time the person he could finally call his boyfriend walked into a room.

Jinyoung could only laugh.

Mark happened to finish his shower and walked in on a now fully dressed Jinyoung cleaning the bed and giggling dumbly to himself.

"What's so funny?" He asked, the younger whipping around to see Mark wearing his clothes. Adorable.

Jinyoung shook his head as he sat cross legged on the bed, a smile plastered to his face. "Nothing. I just love you lots."

"I love you more." Mark chuckled out, staring down at the freshly changed sheets. He climbed over the mattress to Jinyoung's bedside table, beelining for the younger's camera that sat atop it. "Let me use this."

Jinyoung looked over, his brows furrowing together. "Why?"

"I wanna take pictures of you." Mark replied, the elder examining the camera to see how it works.

Jinyoung shook his head, obviously not seeing the point. "For what?"

"Inspiration."

Jinyoung blinked, still not catching on. "For... what?"

Mark sighed, rolling his eyes at his sometimes slow boyfriend. "Just because. I was copying you."

"Oh..." Jinyoung mumbled, realizing that he'd say the exact same thing every time he wanted to photograph Mark. He still didn't find it necessary though, he didn't want pictures of himself, he'd have no use for them, and he didn't find himself that particularly interesting looking in the first place. "W-Well, I'm not really a good subject, I can take pictures behind the camera but I can't really model well..."