SENSUALISM.
pursuit of sensual pleasure

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"GOODNIGHT!", the boys yelled at each other.

And suddenly, Mark was wide awake. Not like he was asleep in the first place.

Muffled footsteps could be heard from the hallway as faint chattering sounded at the surrounding areas. Mark heard loud creaking of the door and the sound of it being pushed back closed. He waited for a few seconds, and afterwards he determined that everyone was back in their rooms.

Except, Donghyuck.

Mark wondered why the younger hadn't went inside the room yet. He assumed he just took a shower or something.

        Well, that's what he had hoped.

Saying he didn't miss Hyuck was an understatement. In fact, he was practically needy for him.

He was craving for his touch, his company.

With the willingness to see the younger, Mark climbed out of his bed, balanced himself on his feet, and made his way to the door. As quietly as he can, he opened it, producing a soft creak but luckily it wasn't that audible. He closed it shut, and started walking to the staircase.

His bare feet hit the wooden steps which created little to no sound. He held the rails, which prevented him from falling in case he trips. Finally, he teached the last step and he was now at the living room.

His eyes scanned the room—bottles scattered everywhere, emptied or half-full, and puddles of liquid were all around.

It looked fun.

He walked to the kitchen which was connected to the bathroom and dining room. On the kitchen island laid three bottles of unopened beer, its sides condensing with the cold liquid and the contrasting warm atmosphere. He approached it and took the bottle in his hand. With the lack of a proper bottle opener, he picked up a spoon from one of the drawers and pushed it against the cap, which flew into the air—a trick he had learned from his uncle.

He settled back at the kitchen island, sat on one of the bar stools and gulped down the liquid. A burning sensation hit his throat as it glides down to his stomach, gasping for air as he placed the bottle down on the table, panting. He wiped his mouth with the back of his palm and drifted away in his thoughts.

There was only one thing flooding his mind—

Lee Donghyuck.

He missed the younger so dearly. He missed his red cheeks, he missed the warm cuddles, he missed the innocent pecks. And being unable to live out the memories now, he was just reminiscing those beautiful moments.

He remembered the day they first met.

At first glance, he thought Donghyuck was a fun, happy, outgoing.

Well, part of that was true. The boy loved making jokes, teasing others, mocking people, and laughing around.

But Hyuck also had a sensitive spot in his heart.

Seeing the younger so vulnerable that day made his heart shatter. It broke him as if he was the one at lost. As if he was Hyuck. He took pity on him as he cried his heart out, and he was there to comfort him at all costs.

And that was the first time his heart beat for Donghyuck.

Then he remembered the day they ran out of food, and he and Renjun had to go look for an open convenience store to buy some necessities. He remembered the flood rising quckly, and that urgent call from Jaemin, which startled the shit out of him. Then the two had to run in the dirty flood water which was already a struggle. And, at this part, he had remembered so vividly.

Mark entered the house to see Donghyuck trembling on the floor, limbs shaking and his breathing heavy. Tears rolled down his cheeks and his lips were quivering. Every time he remembers the scene, it crushed his heart into pieces. Seeing Hyuck like that hurt him.

But seeing Hyuck soften with his touch, made him smile.

After giving him a warm hug, and ruffling his hair softly, he stopped shaking.

He was happy that he could make Donghyuck calm down, with just the simplest gestures.

But remembering his condition threatened chills down his spine.

What if, Donghyuck would have another seizure and Mark wasn't there? Who would be there to help him? What will happen to him? Will he be okay?

He only wants Hyuck to be safe. He want the best for him.

He always wants to be there for him.

But what will happen if he's not?

Mark chugged down the last bit of his first bottle of beer, drinking just to calm him down. The thought had stressed him, and just thought that drinking would ease him out. Maybe the controversial line 'drink to forget' could be true. It was the least he could do, and although there were high chances that it was ineffective, he didn't give a fuck and proceeded to pop his second bottle open, drinking relentlessly and irresponsibly.

Mark knew he should stop, but for some reason he couldn't.

No one was there to stop and prevent him from doing dumb things.

Where is Donghyuck when he needed him?

And as if by queue, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Donghyuck with a robe on, his wet hair slightly sticking on his forehead, and his eyes were shining like the stars.

Mark looked over to see the boy, who stopped in his tracks as their eyes met. His soft, brown orbs gleamed at him. He looked hella cute.

"Oh, M-Mark!", the younger stammered, getting out of his small trance and walking towards the older. He gave him a small smile and took a bar stool and sat on it, facing the latter. "Why you up? I thought you were asleep," he asked, scooting closer to Mark on his chair. Mark shrugged, but he was well-aware why he couldn't sleep.

"Drinking, huh?" Hyuck smirked playfully, hitting his arm and holding a bottle. "Open one for me".

Mark, who was smiling already, grabbed the bottle in his hands and popped it open just like that with the spoon, and needless to say Donghyuck was shookt.

"W-What did you just do?!", he stuttered, amazed by Mark's little tricks. The older chuckled at the younger's remark. "My uncle taught me," he spoke, as Hyuck's mouth was still open in awe. "Woah".

"Aigoo, you're so cute," Mark giggled, pinching his reddening cheeks. The boy pouted at him with soft eyes. "Me, cute? Pfft," he scoffed, crossing his arms playfully. Mark couldn't help but squeal at the latter. He was acting so cute. "Shh~" Mark chuckled, leaning closely and placing a soft peck on Donghyuck's nose.

That made the younger a blushing mess, and his heart beat was incredibly fast.

And he just remembered their Spin the Bottle game.

"Hey," Hyuck started softly, taking a small sip of beer and gasping. "We played spin the bottle awhile ago," Mark tilted his head up to face Donghyuck. "Oh, is that so?" he said.

"Who did you kiss?". And just saying that made his heart stop.

Someone else kissing Hyuck? Nope, he's not up for that.

Only he is allowed to kiss Donghyuck.

He felt upset.

Until—

"No one. I chickened out," he replied, chuckling afterwards. Mark laughed at him. "What? Why not?", he asked, already a giggling mess.

"I was scared okay! Plus the person I wanted to kiss wasn't there—"

Donghyuck paused.

He was about to spill everything out.

"Uhm, I mean, nothing," Hyuck let out, already sweating nervously and fiddling with his fingers. He was hoping Mark didn't hear him.

But, he did.

He heard everything.

Mark's charisma had changed, from being all soft and giggly, he was now really intimidating.

The older smirked at the latter, who was already melting at the intense gaze he's under. His hands start to sweat and his lips start quivering nervously.

"What did you say?", Mark whispered softly but seductively. His voice was low, and it sure was music to his ears.

"N-Nothing..." Hyuck mustered all his might and muttered, stumbling over his words. However, Mark wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure? Because I heard something you said about wanting to kiss someone who wasn't in the game," Mark let out with a devillish grin as he leaned closer to the younger. He held his chin with his index finger and tilted his head ever so slightly just enough for him to meet his gaze.

Instant perfection.

Hyuck gulped at the sight.

Black-haired Mark, fringe covering part of his eyes, orbs sparkling at him, lips pink and soft.

Not to mention the overflowing lust in his pupils.

"What will you do to me?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Donghyuck felt his throat run dry.

"Tell me, Hyuckie, what do you want me to do?"

Donghyuck's heart raced madly in his chest, his cheeks redder than ever. Mark stared softly at the younger, who was visibly getting tensed by the situation. Mark frowned.

The older cupped Hyuck's cheeks, his fingers grazing his soft skin and his thumb rubbing over his cheekbone. "Hey, calm down," Mark reassured the latter, receiving a faint smile from his pink lips. His breathing grew shallow, trying his best to find the right words for a reply.

He took a deep breath.

"Kiss me, baby boy."

Lust laced over his tone, the words slipped off of his lips, earning a seductive smirk from the older.

Donghyuck's charisma had changed, from being soft and vulnerable, he was now intimidating and honestly sexy with the dominance fueled in him.

Upon hearing the younger's request, Mark immediately pressed his lips on Donghyuck's. He moved his lips softly against his, feeling his soft flesh and tasting his sweetness. Hyuck tilts his head slightly to the left, allowing more access for the older.

Feeling ecstacy in the air, Mark entered his tongue in the younger's wet cavern, grazing his wet tongue as Hyuck moans softly in the kiss. He wraps his hands on the older's neck to deepen the kiss, pulling closer to the male.

Donghyuck stands up from his seat and straddles Mark's lap, not breaking the kiss. The older wraps his arms around the latter's waist, pressing their bodies together and sharing warmth.

Mark presses his lips more on Donghyuck's, one hand shuffling his soft hair.

They pull out of the kiss, both breathing heavily with pure bliss.

Donghyuck stares into Mark's eyes, seeing the lust in his brown orbs.

In an instant, Mark attaches his lips on Hyuck's jaw, planting wet kisses along his neck. He swirls his tongue on his skin, earning strangled moans and whimpers from the younger.

"Nggh~ M-Mark~" Donghyuck moans in his ear.

"You like that? You like it there?" Mark asked, already smirking. The younger nods in reply, fluttering his eyes shut and enjoying the pleasure and moment of pure bliss and ecstasy.

Mark laps his tongue on Hyuck's neck, tracing down to his collarbone as he nips and bites his skin.

"M-Mark! Aa-aah~" Donghyuck whimpers as Mark attacks his flesh, his sinful noises echoing through his ear drums. It was music to his ears.

The older pulled away, panting and gasping for air, licking his lips and savouring Donghyuck's taste.

Mark plants one last kiss on the younger's lips, pressing softly and letting and allowing all their worries slip away, and centering on each other.

Their lips move in sync as they engulf each other's taste and tenderness, feeling every ounce of love poured on each other.

A kiss full of love, care, and gentleness.

The two pull away, their foreheads touching as they pant softly. A smile form of their lips as their eyes meet once again. Their cheeks were crimson red, and their lips were swollen from each other.

Mark runs his hand through Hyuck's pinkish-blonde locks and giggles softly at the flustered boy.

He was so beautiful.

Everything about Lee Donghyuck was absolutely perfect.

"Hey," Mark whispered softly, cupping the boy's cheek.

"Hm?", Hyuck hummed in response.

"I love you, Hyuckie," Mark whispered, his heart beating a million kilometers per hour, smiling softly at Donghyuck. The latter lets out the biggest smile he could ever give, wrapping his arms closer to the older.

"I love you too, baby boy."

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