*long ass smut warning*

"I want more" Donghyuck whined. And Mark wanted to give him more.

He was a bit more confident when he slid his third finger in Donghyuck. And the younger purred in approval, grinding against it with a sensuous swiveling of his hips.

Mark wanted to see more, give Donghyuck more, and he dug his fingers in deeper in response to Donghyuck's movements.

Soon they were grinding against each other, chests becoming wet with their sweat from where they were crushed against each other, cocks rutting up against the other.

Mark continued the lazy thrusts of his fingers, even if his wrist was starting to get a little sore. Donghyuck felt so good wrapped around him down there, so good with his body curled around him, the both of them dancing in a back and forth motion, facing each other on the rumpled sheets.

Then, the younger was suddenly swinging up, and the rush of air and flying limbs surprised Mark. Donghyuck rolled Mark onto his back and then he sat atop his hips.

He shifted about until Mark's cock settled between the cleft of his ass and then he was moving his hips back and forth, up and down it, teasing Mark and himself.

Mark watched Donghyuck's gorgeous body, raking his eyes up and down that chest and lean stomach. Before, he had only seen this through his computer screen. Now, the morning light allowed him to see so much more versus last night.

Donghyuck danced slow and sensuous on Mark's lap. He enticed with sinful twists of his hips and hands sliding over his chest and stomach, guiding Mark where to look when he rolled his body in waves.

Donghyuck knew his own body so intimately, knew how to put on a show, and kept Mark rooted there and fixated on him.

"I'd like you to fuck me this time" the younger breathed out, gliding a hand back up his own chest and then pressing it over his lips.

The gesture was a little shy, such a contrast to the bantering young man who teased Mark with selfies and outright questions about his videos.

Mark felt his chest twisting, his breath catching. He had seen Donghyuck in his videos act coyly and fake innocence, or be downright savage and begging to be wrecked.

But this? This was something new, so exposed in a way that was not simply about being naked in front of each other.

And as those plump cheeks on both sides of his length continued such delectable friction, inviting, asking Mark to go further, Mark nodded.

And Donghyuck smiled, something so soft and pleased, eyes nearly closed, but then he was moving again, suddenly turning around so his back was to Mark.

Donghyuck leaned over the bed to pick up a new condom, probably kicked off the bed last night.

He spread the older's legs with his hands a little more, and then a hand was holding Mark's cock steady. He rolled a condom on Mark with practiced  ease.

Mark arched his neck and moaned when Donghyuck carefully sank down on him. The older's throat felt like it closed up, a strangled moan leaking out when he watched himself disappear inside Donghyuck.

Donghyuck settled fully on him with a long sigh, simply sat there for a moment. And then he was moving.

He rose himself up, hands clutching Mark's knees, bent over a little bit and offering Mark a wide view of his ass spread before him, taking him in so deep.

Donghyuck's round asscheeks beckoned Mark, making him want to sink his fingers in, grab them yet caress them, but Mark was overcome by the tingling all over his body.

His body shuddered with the pleasure rising through him in waves, slow but strengthening with every downward dip of Donghyuck's hips.

Mark was soon moaning lowly, fists clenching and unclenching beside him, watching Donghyuck's body flex.

He lifted his arms (they were shaking, but should he even be surprised?) and propped them on Donghyuck's hips.

He applied no pressure, not urging Donghyuck to move faster, but rubbed gentle circles in encouragement. He did this to ground himself, his mind reeling from the building pleasure.

Perhaps it grounded Donghyuck as well, because the younger's back straightened and he set his hands on top of Mark's.

Mark heard Donghyuck whimper. He admitted to himself it was also selfishness on his part.

Donghyuck's voice made his body heat up even more. It always had, teasing him and egging him on to finish when he had lost himself, eyes closed right before he reached his peak while watching his videos.

And this moment, he was not only get to hear Donghyuck, but felt his voice vibrate from his body and into his. He wanted to hear Donghyuck's voice more, as much as possible. And he would gladly reward Donghyuck if he used his voice more.

Donghyuck whimpered once more and Mark was suddenly aware of how his back stiffened. Mark sat up, sliding his hands forward, palms smoothing over to settle on top of Donghyuck's stomach.

He pressed a kiss to the other's back and then he was molding them chest to back. He couldn't see anything, so he pressed his cheek to Donghyuck's back, focusing on the stomach rising and falling beneath his palms.

The younger still had not moved. Mark felt Donghyuck's stomach jump. It trembled in an entirely different way than in the throes of pleasure. Mark pulled away slightly with a furrowing of his brow.

A garbled, strained noise, escaped Donghyuck. Mark pulled even further back.

Mark had already grabbed Donghyuck's jaw and pulled his face around to look at him.

Donghyuck blinked, eyes darting back and forth, desperate to push back the moistness pooling at the corners of his eyes. But one, two, three tears slipped out.

And Mark caught them with his lips. But he didn't stop there, continuing to rain kisses. On Donghyuck's brow, his eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally, those lips that were all but eager to open and draw Mark in.

"Talk to me," he implored Donghyuck, "Tell me what you need"

Donghyuck sniffed and nodded his head. He turned his head forward again, perked his ass back a bit, bucking a few times, tightened himself around Mark.

He reached behind him and grabbed Mark's waist, urging him to follow him. Donghyuck collapsed himself forward with Mark atop him.

"I'd really like it if you fuck me into the bed. Thoroughly and slowly"

Mark held himself stiffly above Donghyuck, forearms and knees pressed into the mattress, half-pulled out of Donghyuck. He dropped down a little more, chest to back.

"You'll have to guide me" the older mumbled against the top of Donghyuck's spine.

Donghyuck was the damn porn star here, Mark thought to himself. He was suddenly very self-conscious. He was sure his sexual experience was a thousand times lacking compared to Donghyuck. Nervousness leaked into him. He wanted to be able to please Donghyuck.

The younger groaned in need, frustration lacing his voice. Mark's hips bucked at the noise.

"Mark, you fucker, you just like hearing my voice"

"Can you blame me?" Mark grumbled, "Do you know the number of nights I've listened to your voice?"

"Hmm? Have you come from my voice alone?"

Ah, there was that playful banter he knew so well. He much preferred that over a voice choked by tears.

Mark didn't answer him, but skimmed his teeth over Donghyuck's skin he could reach.

Donghyuck puffed out a breathless little laugh. "Guess I'll have to find out?"

"I've spent enough time coming from only your voice or watching you" Mark paused to lick his skin, taste him, because he could now. "This is much more preferred"

"Here inside me?" the younger taunted and twisted his head back to leer at Mark.

Mark narrowed his eyes at him. He pushed back in a little more.

"Mmn, that's it" Donghyuck began and sighed because Mark grinded a little more forcefully. Donghyuck's eyes glinted darkly at that.

"So that's how it is, hmm" he mused aloud, noting how Mark moved his hips more when he spoke, urging him to use his voice.

"Yeah, that's it -- hmm, so deep.."  Donghyuck cut off to grind back against Mark's gyrating hips, "You feel that? Me all tight around you?"

Mark gritted his teeth. He had never been much for words, and Donghyuck was leaving him utterly speechless at this moment.

His words were making Mark blush, as they were directed at him. Solely for him, and not an audience behind a computer screen.

And Donghyuck was all heat. A hot, pulsating heat so slick around his cock, and warm skin glowing with sweat.

"Ah! Need more, want you so bad" Donghyuck pleaded.

But Mark, even as his arms started to shake with strain, continued his leisurely pace. He focused on the decadence of sliding in and out of Donghyuck.

So wet, quietly squelching, his hands slipping over Donghyuck's waist as the both only get sweatier and breaths turned shorter.

Donghyuck writhed beneath him. In the periphery of his vision Mark saw Donghyuck's arms flailing about, hands desperate for some kind of hold.

"So deep, want you deeper. Ah... oh yeah, please" Donghyuck agreed when Mark stopped withdrawing as much, giving him a short burst of faster, shallower thrusts.

Mark slowed down again and Donghyuck whined so high and so loud. He clawed into the sheets. And the older decided then and there he wanted to see Donghyuck's face when he came apart at the seams.

What kind of face would Donghyuck make when it was Mark making him come?

Mark grappled with Donghyuck's slippery thighs, somehow maneuvered and wiggled about so Donghyuck half turned over.

The younger whimpered at the shifting angle of Mark's cock inside him, but understood and pushed off of him to flop over onto his back.

Mark scanned Donghyuck's face, and thought what a lovely picture it made. Donghyuck's cheeks were flushed red, eyes lidded and wet, lips pouting.

Donghyuck beckoned and lifted his arms to fold them around the other's neck. "Come back inside me"

Mark didn't have to be told twice and grabbed the back of Donghyuck's knees, lifting them and spreading them.

He exhaled hard, chest seizing up, groaning when he pushed back into Donghyuck. Donghyuck spread his legs as far as they could go, sucking Mark in, before locking them around him, keeping him in place.

"Mark, Mark, oh fuck.." Donghyuck chanted and Mark might had to retract his statement. Even now he could probably come simply from Donghyuck's voice repeating his name, and his name only.

Mark groaned back, thrust forward, straining his neck up, seeking Donghyuck's mouth once more.

The younger curled his back, scrambled his hands against Mark's shoulders, nails digging in. Mark growled, accidentally biting down on Donghyuck's bottom lip.

Donghyuck snarled back and then drew him into a fierce kiss. Pressed so tightly together, their lips moved quickly and roughly, even as their lower halves barely moved.

Crushed so tightly together that they could barely breathe, it was not long before they were breaking apart, gasping for air.

Mark sat up a bit, still holding Donghyuck's legs. He kissed one knee, drinking in the view below him. The younger nearly folded in half, clutching Mark with his limbs.

Mark began to pull out of Donghyuck. Donghyuck's jaw slacked open and his eyes dropped down to watch, and Mark did the same.

Both groaned at the sight of where they were joined, and with a sharp jerk forward, the older buried himself back into the hilt.

"I-Is this good?" Mark asked. "Is this good for you?"

Donghyuck groaned and urged him for more, pressing his heels onto Mark's back. And so Mark continued the undulation of his hips, sinking again and again into Donghyuck's hot clenching walls.

His legs started to weaken at the building pleasure that shot from his head to his toes, radiating from his center and outward.

Mark found himself leaning more and more of his weight into Donghyuck. His arms were full on shaking now, and on his next thrust, he fell forward.

Donghyuck moaned abruptly at that, his voice higher than usual, and his body convulsed under Mark.

"Again, oh my god! Do that again"

Mark furrowed his brow, concentrated on remembering the angle he had entered Donghyuck. He picked his hips back up in the slightest, rammed back in a little rougher.

"Yesss" Donghyuck said, dragging the word out with a hiss.

"Hah-ah...good?"

"Fuck, fuck ah- yes, yes! Right there" Donghyuck groaned and bucked up to meet Mark every time.

Mark's jaw dropped in a disjointed gasp, dissolving into a drawn out groan because Donghyuck clenched down on him impossibly tight. Mark only grinded harder in, hips speeding up in the slightest.

He stayed deep in Donghyuck, maintaining short and deep thrusts. He wanted to reach as far as he could into him. Melt into him, and he felt like they really were. Heat enveloped him, inside and out, taking over and sending his eyes rolling back.

"Ahhh....hnn..." Donghyuck whined, and Mark was vaguely aware of the feeling of one of Donghyuck's hands dropped down between their stomachs, touching himself.

"Touch me, touch m-my cock too, please" the younger pleaded.

Mark blindly shoved his hand down, palmed Donghyuck's balls, felt his fingers bump onto Donghyuck's hand, already desperately stroking up and down himself. Donghyuck's hand was dripping wet and Mark's was too second later.

Donghyuck was repeating Mark's name like a mantra now, screaming it, and Mark answered his calls, with some kind of garbled version of Donghyuck's name.

Mark felt his legs stiffening, his toes curling when he felt his lower belly tighten, and then white hot pleasure bursted forth, coming out in thunderous, pounding waves.

The first spurt of release made his hips stutter and Mark crashed forward into Donghyuck's body. The older growled and his teeth sank into flesh. Donghyuck shrieked and his thighs quake wrapped around him.

"M-Mark, ahhh, yes, so good. Fuck....fuck..."

Mark did his best to keep up his thrusts, but they were going wayward. Donghyuck whined, moaned, purred, and then his voice was rising and rising, his hips lifting off the bed and back curving.

He whimpered Mark's name one final time, and then Mark's and Donghyuck's hands were impossibly wet when Donghyuck came harshly.

The younger's hand faltered, trembling too much, overwhelmed by his release, but Mark lasted a little bit longer, milking him until he was so over-sensitized that Donghyuck seized up, arching so hard and forcing Mark so, so deep inside him.

Mark moaned hard one final time with his last, deepest thrust inside Donghyuck. The younger dropped back, exhausted, sinking boneless into his soiled bed. Mark floped down atop him, panting hard against the other's collarbone.

They remained that way for some time, still joined, limbs still trembling from the aftershocks of their release, chests heaving and meeting with every harsh inhale. Gradually, their heart rates slowed, their breaths slowing, eventually syncing.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Mark pulled out of Donghyuck. Both groaned out, Mark at the wet friction, and Donghyuck at the sudden loss, when he had been filled up.

Mark rolled to the side of Donghyuck, allowing the other to breathe without his weight on him. One of his hands still lingered, resting atop Donghyuck's chest.

Mark watched Donghyuck, who stared up at the ceiling, catching his breath, coming back from the high of his release.

The red flush on Donghyuck's cheeks was receding. Mark thought that was unfortunate.

But then Donghyuck tilted his head and smiled. The gentlest, warmest of smiles. Lethargic. Fulfilled. Mark had thought nothing would beat Donghyuck's expression when he had come because of him.

However, as Mark stared, he found himself breathless for an entirely different reason.

That was a face he would never forget.