- present -

After that encounter, Mark sped home to confirm that he had truly met Tasty Sun.

He subsequently jacked off to 'Dicks of Freedom'. And maybe watched a whole slew of Tasty Sun's videos, and then discovered the young man's blog (with evilly teasing video previews and selfies).

He whacked off so often over the next few days that he swore his dick would fall off.

And now, the man of his wet dreams was before him once more.

Mark tried not to think too hard about how this surely means that the amateur porn star must live around here.

"Actually, this is perfect" Donghyuck said, and Mark's eyes were drawn to how those white teeth snag at his bottom lip.

"You look perfect, so fucking perfect inside me like this—"

Mark bit the inside of his cheek and slammed the pause button in his brain.

He schooled his face to appear calm and collected, not flustered and hungry.

"Hm? Why's that?" he asked, grateful his voice came out calmly.

"You can help me!" Donghyuck exclaimed. "I actually came here to find a suit jacket. I know shit about suits, actually, but I really would like to get one"

"For a job interview?" Mark wander aloud. He supposed he had never really thought about it. Then again, who was he to assume that porn stars do not also have day jobs?

Donghyuck chuckled. "No, it's for my work actually. Well, sorta. I wanna pitch an idea… See, I watched Kingsman last night. Finally, and I thought, damn, I could pull off Eggsy's look, you know?"

Donghyuck winked at him and Mark thought about how his cap and glasses were already pretty spot-on. He imagined Donghyuck in a fully suited up look, hair slicked back, striding with confidence into a room. Polished. Lethal.

Mark didn't realize this was necessary to his life until that very moment.

"Where to even begin, though…" Donghyuck muttered to himself.

He darted a hand out to flip through some jackets beside him, randomly plucked one out, and threw it on over his black long-sleeved shirt.

The action brought Mark's focus back to the young man before him. He watched Donghyuck roll his shoulders, tug at the lapels, and slide his hand down his chest to toy with one of the buttons.

"Like how about this one?"

Mark fought the twitch in his eye, but he ended up clicking his tongue when he stepped forward.

"Wrong, all wrong"

Donghyuck dropped his hands to his sides and Mark clicked his tongue again,

"You're slouching. Stand up straight. No, that's too stiff. Relax a bit. Okay, no. Look at this shoulder," he pointed. "How it's wrinkling like that. This one is too big on you"

Mark walked around Donghyuck to peruse the rack. He went back and forth, lifting a few out to eye them up against Donghyuck, before shoving them back in. He grabbed about two that he guessed would fit, and then held them out to Donghyuck.

"Try these two on"

Donghyuck had gone quiet, and when Mark looked up, he found the other staring with wide eyes. Curious? Confused? Mark was not sure. But Donghyuck accepted the two suit jackets.

The first jacket was a charcoal black suit jacket. Mark approved of how this one hugged his shoulders well, and then asked him to button it up.

"No, not this one. See how it puckers so much after you button it up? This one is too tight. Try the next one"

"Uh, okay" Donghyuck replied and took it off to try on the next one.

That one was bluish-black, though leaning more towards black. It settled nicely on Donghyuck's shoulders, and this time, when Donghyuck closed the first button, Mark found himself nodding in approval.

The suit jacket was not too tight, nor was it too box-like, but it hinted at the slim waist beneath it. Over Donghyuck's black shirt and dark wash fitted jeans, Mark thought that the other looked like he stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Donghyuck lifted his arms to fiddle at one of the cuffs.

"I think I like this one" Donghyuck said, "I feel… Powerful in it" he flicked his eyes up at this, catching Mark's own. Something dark swirled in Donghyuck's eyes, drawing Mark in, but Mark turned his gaze aside.

"Thanks for your help" Donghyuck murmured.

Mark nodded, stare drifting over to one of the necktie display tables a few feet away.

"Hey" Donghyuck said after a beat of a second. Mark looked up again, and when he did, Donghyuck's face pulled up in a smile. "Thanks for that. You know, you didn't have to do that"

Mark considered that he really did not have to. And when he thought about, when he was helping Donghyuck, he momentarily forgot the other is a porn star.

Mark cleared his throat. "An ill-fitting suit just makes one look like a dumpy shit. Remember some of the things I told you just now, but also ultimately wear what you feel comfortable in"

Donghyuck nodded. Mark shifted, thinking how he should probably dismiss himself now.

"Hey, don't go anywhere!" Donghyuck piped up, as if reading his mind. "I think I'll grab this in blue and black too, and then as thanks, let me take you out for lunch!"

Mark didn't look away this time. He searched Donghyuck's face and those bright glimmering eyes. Mark's solitary nature wanted to automatically say no, and make up some excuse that he had something to do.

Maybe it was time for a change, his mind echoed from earlier.

He had quit his last job for a reason.

"Why not" Mark replied, then he turned around to pick up the striped button-down he had previously returned to the rack.