fame • markhyuck

23 • put it all on

Donghyuck could do the splits.

Now, Mark wasn't one to be called a pedophile, although it just so happened to occur when he stepped into the younger's bedroom- he was staying in the younger's apartment for the time-being- and the boy was stretching.

To be fair, it was morning and Donghyuck had graciously gifted his bed, his everything, to Mark whilst he inhabited the sofa, so it wasn't that big of a loss.

Without further digression, Mark had simply walked out of the bedroom once he was all washed until he stumbled upon the boy. Originally, he thought Donghyuck was just watching television, like it was always on in the morning, the sounds of the occasional 'pikachu, use electro ball!' and 'meowth, use scratch!' blaring here and there.

Although this morning was quite different. The sounds were still there, although there wasn't a mound in the blankets anymore; as soon as Mark entered the living room, he had noticed Donghyuck on the floor, in front of the couch in a middle split, stretching over to one foot, then swinging over to the other, finishing with stretching his arms up, and leaning down so that his chest was flat on the floor, arms holding his ankles as his chin touched the floor.

It is safe to say that Mark panicked, tremendously, as he stumbled over his own feet trying to race back to the bedroom-

Miserably failing. He fell a few moments later, face-first with a loud, pained groan.

"Mark? You're up?" the voice came, as if it was freshly honey-dipped.

"Y-yeah!"

He heard the younger stand up, and his light patting of his steps as he came towards the boy.

Mark was just inwardly praying for the heat on his cheeks to go down, and desperately hoping that nothing had excited him down south.

"Hyung? Are you alright?" He queried as he crouched to the same height as the boy who was still face flat. He wiggled over to the side of his friend and leant down, examining him.

"Yes!" Mark yelped, shying away from the proximity between the two, keeping his face covered.

Donghyuck hitched an eyebrow. "Are you lying?"

The older rolled over slowly, cheeks flushed and hair falling into his face- the younger didn't think that Mark could look any
more attractive than he was now, but then again, when was he not attractive?

"Yeaah."

The silver-haired let out a soft giggle, which, if you ask Mark, was a heavenly sound which he could listen to for hours on end.

It was then that Donghyuck decided to waddle over to the latter, and lay down beside him, throwing a leg over for comfort.

"Is this any better?"

Tension wise? No.
But comfort? Yes, definitely, Mark thought to himself, pulling the leg further over him.

"Let's not stay inside today," the younger murmured in the other boy's ear, sighing which caused the ends of Mark's neck hairs to rise, the cool air hitting it sensually.

"Okay.." was all the older could get out, but he slowly realised that he was the one getting submissive.

And no. That could not happen, especially with this cutie.

So he rolled over, until he was facing his friend, noses apart by just the width of a hair.

"So what's on your mind?"

Donghyuck brought a finger to his chin, and tapped it. "I don't want to do anything hectic, just a walk or something?" he asked, giving puppy eyes to the older.

Mark knew he was a goner at this. He couldn't resist it anymore even if it meant that his dominance would subside.

He brought his head slightly closer, keeping his ear out for the younger's uneven breathing, and without any more hesitation, he booped their noses.

He did it, finally.

And the squeak of surprise elicited from the boy beside him made it all worth it, the happiness on his face was priceless. He knew Donghyuck loved skinship, but now he knew why too, and there would be much more where that was coming from.

He pushed himself off the floor first, dusting himself off as he did so. "Should we get ready then?" he queried, cooing at the younger who was rolling around on the floor.

"We?" the silver-haired checked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

"Yes."

Donghyuck gaped. He didn't mean it in any sense, he was just messing with the boy but now he didn't know what to do and was panicking and-

Before anything could register in his clouded mind, he felt a pair of strong arms throw him over a muscular shoulder, and felt himself being carried.

"Lee Minhyung!" he screeched, smacking the older's back.

In response, he received a harsh spank on his ass, and despite the constant 'do NOT react, do NOT react, Donghyuck do NOT!'  he couldn't help the shy whimper that escaped his glossy lips.

Mark hitched an eyebrow at this new information, his heart rate increasing for some reason.
"So you're into that, huh?" he made out, trying his hardest to not let the thought get to him.

"Mark!" He whined, constantly hammering his back, embarrassed greatly.

"Okay, okay I'll stop," He laughed, and put the boy down upon arrival at his bedroom. Without hesitation, the elder peeled his shirt over his head, sighing at the fresh air hitting his abdomen.

Or maybe it wasn't just the fresh air hitting him.

"Close your mouth Donghyuck, I know it's a sight to see, but we can't have you catching flies," he chuckled, putting his finger just below the younger's jaw, tipping it up so that it would close.

"Oh shut up, you're getting too big-headed," the boy rolled his eyes, and since he was wearing a decently long shirt, he decided on taking his pyjama bottoms off first, exposing his beautiful honey-like legs.

Now it was Mark's turn to marvel at the creation, the long shirt highly did justice as it shaped the curve of the younger's ass perfectly, and his muscled thighs, two beautiful curves added to the older's view. Donghyuck was enticing, there was no denying that.

Once the two were dressed, they set out of the apartment, unknowingly with their hands intertwined securely with one another's.

A feeling of safety they found in each other but were yet to discover why.