Mark's eyes fluttered open and his first thought was how damn hot it was, but above all, hot and sticky, and he automatically kicked his legs to throw off blankets from his body.

His feet didn't meet bed sheets, but instead, heated hands grabbed his ankles, holding him down and then Mark came to consciousness of the wet, pulsating heat of a mouth around his dick.

The hum of Donghyuck's voice and the ensuing velvet vibrations on his length confirmed it.

The tickle of an exhale cascaded over his lower belly and Mark couldn't help the arch of his back at that. He lifted his hands to rub the sleepiness from the corner of his eyes.

He craned his neck to see just as Donghyuck glid all the way down on him, eyes lazily half-lidded, but attentively on Mark.

A strangled keening instead of a "good morning" emanated from Mark's throat, seeing Donghyuck's cheek hollow and feeling the teasing little suckles.

Donghyuck was a vision. Framed by Mark's thighs and haloed by the golden-white light that peeks in from the blinds.

Donghyuck slid Mark out of his mouth slowly, revealing the wet, glistening length inch by inch. When the very tip slipped out, Donghyuck brushed his lips over the tip, smudging pearly white fluid over his bottom lip.

He smiled in the slightest, licked it away, and leaned his rumpled head of hair against Mark's leg.

"Good morning" Donghyuck exhaled against Mark's inner thigh, tilting in to press a closed-mouth kiss, before he lifted himself up onto his hands.

Mark's breath caught when Donghyuck crawled up, his body brushing over his with the barest of pressures, skin on skin, feather-like and teasing.

When Donghyuck reached Mark's face, he smiled again, wider and a little more awake, nudged his nose against Mark's chin, and then carefully rolled onto one side of the older.

Mark turned his head to the side to look at Donghyuck. He was still naked, a bit disheveled from last night, yet ethereal against the bed sheets.

Donghyuck, on his side and facing Mark, scooted closer and leaned on one elbow to prop his head up in order to keep his gaze on Mark.

"You're still here" the younger said. His voice was low, gravelly, nothing above a whisper, as if afraid to break the languid atmosphere.

Mark, who was probably about seventy-five percent awake now, rose his brows at this.

"You think I'd leave after last night?" Mark asked.

He licked his dry lips, aware of how worn his own voice sounds, especially after everything he and Donghyuck did last night.

"Most do" Donghyuck muttered and his eyes immediately darted down before Mark could gauge them.

Donghyuck dropped his other hand down to pluck at the small expanse of bed sheet between his chest and Mark's arm.

The younger avoided his eyes, instead dragging his gaze down Mark's body. Mark was then reminded of his hardness, still standing at attention, the cool air fanning over the saliva-slicked length.

"I'm not used to seeing someone still beside me when I wake up in the morning" Donghyuck confessed, eyes still trailed on Mark's lower half, "So, I guess you could say I couldn't help myself"

He scooted closer and Mark felt Donghyuck loop one of his legs over his own. When Mark glanced down, he noticed the half-risen cock pressing against his thigh.

Donghyuck grinded against him once, even as Mark remained stone still. Donghyuck ducked his head down and kissed Mark's shoulder.

"Seeing someone bared so open, willingly beside me," the younger mouthed against Mark's shoulder, "I couldn't help but touch you"

Donghyuck pressed his lips onto Mark's neck, planted a few open-mouthed kisses there, flicking his tongue out. He pulled away and smiled down at Mark.

Mark looked down at fingertips grazing over his wrist. Donghyuck had reached out for Mark's left hand with his right, covered the back of his hand with his palm, loosely folding their fingers together.

"You should feel-" Donghyuck preluded, and then was guiding Mark's hand to his waist, leading Mark's palm down his hip, and then over and behind, coercing Mark to roll over onto his side and face him.

He locked his eyes with Donghyuck, feeling his heart race up at the feeling of Donghyuck pressing his hand flat against one of his butt cheeks.

Mark's fingers twitched against the smooth but firm flesh. With an encouraging smile, Donghyuck continued to lead Mark's hand, until Mark felt his index and middle finger slide between Donghyuck's ass.

Donghyuck pressed the fingers atop Mark's own, until Mark, with a harsh gasp, felt his middle finger briefly glide over something slick. Without Donghyuck's prompting, curiosity making Mark prod further.

He felt his finger dip in a little, probing at Donghyuck's slicked up rim. He felt the hole flutter invitingly against the pad of his fingers and Mark gulped.

He realized he had been staring at Donghyuck's collarbone, avoiding the other's gaze. When he looked up once more into Donghyuck's face, he saw that the younger's gaze was lowered and fixed on him.

"Did you- " Mark carefully slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle, watching as Donghyuck's lips parted in a stuttered gasp. The wetness surrounding Mark's fingertip answered his own question.

"I did. Woke up, saw you beside me, and wa- ahh..." (Mark had slid in to the second knuckle) "Prepared myself..." Donghyuck panted out, and wiggled his hips, using his own hand to push Mark's finger the rest of the way inside.

Mark was finger-deep in Donghyuck's ass and he was suddenly very awake. However, his mind was getting foggier, but in a different, heady kind of way. He shifted his finger in the slightest, feeling how Donghyuck clamped down on him, all hot and tight.

"It's sunday, you don't have anywhere to be, do you?" Donghyuck asked. His hand squeezed down on Mark's as if to keep him there.

A second later, though, he let go and dropped his hand down in front of him. When Mark scanned his face, Donghyuck looked at him questioningly, waiting. Vulnerable for a split second even, Mark wanted to say.

Mark was silent. But in answer, he withdrew his finger only to push it back in.

Donghyuck groaned and he tilted his head back, neck arched in such a yielding, inviting manner that Mark wanted to lean and kiss it.

So Mark did, pressing onto Donghyuck's warm body and kissing up the column of his throat, going up his jaw, the faintest hint of stubble pricking him.

With one last kiss to Donghyuck's cheekbone, Mark half sat up, pulling away to watch Donghyuck's face when he gradually slipped in a second finger to join the one already buried inside. Donghyuck groaned with eyes closed, panting and wiggling, his body signaling for more.

Mark, with jaw slacked, watched in fascination. It was Donghyuck, unraveling under his hand. The boy who had left him aching many night, alone in his bedroom, and now Mark was the one making him like this.

Donghyuck's face was so honest, like his body; legs curling to wrap around Mark's waist, keeping him close, at the same time bucking back against Mark's hand.

Tasty Sun could go after anyone, could have anyone he wanted. Yet here he was, with Mark. Donghyuck wanting Mark.

Wanting Mark to stay beside him on sunday mornings. Wanting to go with him on impromptu lunch dates. And just...wanting him.

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I just wanted to say that this story will end soon :))))

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