Head Down

◤fifty one◢

When Donghyuck wakes up, it's unfamiliar.

It's colder than he remembers, but also weirdly warm and sunny. It stings his eyes almost, and he doesn't know why; he never opens his blinds. He also doesn't have the air conditioning blasting, never a fan of it being too cold. Oh, and he also never had another body sleeping next to him.

It takes Donghyuck a moment too long to remember that he was in Mark's bedroom. That he spent the night. That Mark had invited him over, fed him dinner and loved him.

And waking up next to Mark was different from when he'd wake up next to the latter during naps. Donghyuck feels Mark's skin against his, feels his every dip and curve of his body as he moulds against Donghyuck's. Feel his every breath on his neck, feels every finger curled around his waist.

Feels everything he never knew he could be feeling. Would be feeling. Feels extremely content, for the first time in a very long time.

Nonetheless, Donghyuck is still cold, despite the warmth of Mark's body against his and the sunlight hitting his face from the window. He pulls Mark's blanket tighter and farther up their bodies, cocooning them between the fabric.

Before Donghyuck can get comfortable again and fall back asleep, he hears Mark groan way too close to his ear, while feeling all the vibrations from his chest.

"Donghyuckie?" Mark calls, voice raspy from the lack of use. Despite not wanting to, Donghyuck immediately thinks about how hot Mark sounds first thing in the morning. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," Donghyuck answers, loosening his grip around Mark's body a little, letting the latter shift around a bit until he was laying on his back. One of his arms is still under Donghyuck's neck, serving somewhat like a pillow. "Just woke up." He adds, leaning onto his side and looking at the sun hitting Mark's side profile.

Handsome. 

Breathtaking.

Unreal.

"You're very pretty, Mark," Donghyuck admits, admiring the way Mark's cheeks flame up a bit under the morning sun. The moles on his cheeks are on display, as well as the ones which trail down on his neck, and the few speckled across his bare chest. "How did I get so lucky?"

"It's too early for this," Mark groans, but it doesn't mask the way he's flustered by what Donghyuck had said. "Can't you wait until we shower before getting all soft?"

Donghyuck doesn't say anything, and he doesn't even think he knows what Mark's saying. All he can do is stare at him.

Stare at the boy who picked up all his pieces last night.

Stare at the boy who would give him all the galaxies in a heartbeat.

Stare at the boy who gave him his all last night.

Mark is probably still talking to him, Donghyuck vaguely registers the way his mouth is still moving, but he pays no mind to that for now.

Instead, he swings a leg over the older boy's hip, successfully shutting him up, probably, Donghyuck would know if he was paying attention to if he was even speaking or not, and sits himself up on Mark's lap. The latter is still laying down, staring up at him with his mouth agape.

"We're still naked," Mark manages to blurt our after a few seconds of silence.

Donghyuck, despite wanting to flame Mark for being so odd, can't do anything except smile fondly at the boy beneath him. He brings hand up to cup Mark's cheek, running his thumb in circles over his cheekbone.

"What?" Mark mumbles after a while, early flustered under Donghyuck's solo attention. The younger thinks it's kinda weird, Mark wasn't even remotely this shy when he had his dick inside him a mere few hours ago, but he guesses it could just be a heat of the moment thing.