I blame the moon | nct mark lee ff

❗☽ thirteen: moonlight ☾

playlist:
Frank Ocean pink + white, white Ferrari, self control, ivy, Futura free, nikes, nights

I OPENED THE DOOR to see Mark sitting on floor leaning his back on his bed and looking out through the window, facing away from me with his airpods in.

He was wearing Grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. I approached him carefully, noticing he was smoking weed as I got closer.

I tapped shoulder and he turned to me suddenly, looking startled.

"hey." I slid down to the floor and sat beside him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"hey. Sorry, I completely forgot about the party."

"it's cool. I didn't really wanna go anyways."

He pulled out one of his airpods and gave it to me. I put it in my ear to hear nothing other than pink + white by frank Ocean.

"you listen to frank Ocean?" I asked Mark, he didn't really seem like the type.

"yeah, you know him?"

"of course I know him" I replied.

At that, he started the song over and offered me the weed. I took a hit and followed his line of sight out of the window to the full moon as I breathed out. I hit one more time before handing it back to him and closing my eyes, leaning back and softly singing the lyrics.

Mark looked over at me, and I looked back, "what?"

"You have really good voice"

If it weren't for the current mood, I would have laughed out loud. I chuckled softly to myself, "yeah, right" I said, knowing that I can't sing for shit.

He looked at me dead serious.
"I'm serious, we should sing together some time."

I looked back at the window and leaned back with my eyes closed, not having the energy to disagree, "sure" I said, not taking him seriously at all.

We stayed like that, looking at the full moon and smoking while listening to frank Ocean for what seemed like hours.

After a while, self control played and I looked at him. He looked ethereal with his eyes closed and head back, his pale skin sparkling in
the moonlight.

He opened his eyes and looked back at me. "what?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment, before opening them and looking him in the eye.
"I just-"

I groaned in frustration, "I just really wanna kiss you right now."

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THE NEXT THING I knew, was that I was suddenly on top of Mark Lee and our lips were touching, sweetly, softly, tenderly.

I ran my tongue over his bottom lip and slipped it inside once he opened. This kiss was different from the first one. This one was slow, paced, not filled with lust and fueled by drugs.

The moonlight shone on us as and I slowly grinded down on him, feeling him through his sweatpants. I moaned at the sensation and he bucked his hips at the sound I made.

I'm not sure if it was the music in our ears, the weed, or the moon but something possessed me to take off my shirt and throw it on the floor somewhere.

I went to continue the kiss when he did the same with his own hoodie and then shirt, no skin in between us now.

He deepened the kiss, still slow and gentle but gradually gaining pace.
I felt him getting hard through the sweatpants and I stopped grinding on him, taking mark's hand in my own, raising my hips and putting my panties to the side, making him feel how wet I was with his fingers and he groaned at my bold actions.