From: Donghyuck

•Friday 9:54 pm•

mark!!!! hope ur interviews went well!

see, I've been a good boy

held myself back ;)

from txting u

Then, Donghyuck sent what might be the cutest selfie to date. It was a shot from head to mid-chest, with Donghyuck wearing a yellow sweater. His smile was purposely shy, sweet, and one hand was rose to adjust his glasses.

Thanks, it's been helpful, Mark responded. Which was true.

He was not sure how he would have been able to handle one of Donghyuck's provocative selfies if it was sent to him right before an interview.

From: Donghyuck

•9:56 pm•

should reward yourself after such hard work

wish I could personally

(Mark rolled his eyes)

ps u should check out the newest video up on xx-104th-xx.com xoxo ;)

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An hour later after showering, Mark was in bed with his laptop, a blanket half-thrown over him.

Door locked, Mark laid on his side, one elbow leaning on the bed and propping his head up, while his other hand rubbed over the bulge in his pajama bottoms.

He had turned off the lights in his room. The only source of light came from his laptop, where he was watching Tasty Sun's new video.

"W-We really shouldn't, we're in the library! What if someone–"

Donghyuck's voice broke off in a gasp and Mark inhaled deeply. Oh, the things that boy's voice does to him.

He had snorted at the title: Good Boy.

The brunette had taken on a role completely opposite to what he usually does.

From all the videos Mark has watched, he always plays a power bottom role; spitting fire, demanding, and hungry as hell. So to see him play a nerd character, shy and blushing and whimpering…was different.

Sure, Tasty Sun – Donghyuck – turns into a whimpering mess when he is fucked into oblivion, but that was a different kind of whimpering.

It was so off from Donghyuck who smirks and teases his audience in his solo videos, or fights to be in control in his other videos. It was unexpected and threw Mark off so much. And he was so fucking hard because of it.

Donghyuck bites down on his lower lip, blinking nervously behind his glasses. He wrings the front hem of an over-sized golden yellow sweater, accidentally pulling down on it and revealing more of one already exposed shoulder. He takes a step back as his fellow actor corners him up against a bookshelf.

Mark saw only Donghyuck though, licking his lips and imagining it was he that Donghyuck was shyly looking at.

"Shhh, we'll just have to be quiet, then" the other cajoles Donghyuck.

Donghyuck yelps when he is forced to turn around, chest pressed up against the shelves. His chin is grabbed, pulling him into a kiss from behind. All his little noises are swallowed up, while his partner's other hand undoes his pants and roughly yanks them down along with his underwear.

Mark made a noise of approval when the camera pulled back, presenting a generous view of Donghyuck's backside. Such pert, round cheeks, with the edge of the sweater bunching up just above where the crease of his ass begins.

"I-I really need to study for this biology test though!" Donghyuck breathes out weakly, wantonly. He wiggles and the sweater slips, covering his butt, but then hands are shoving them out of the way to cup and massage, fingers sinking into the meaty flesh.

"Shit" Mark hissed. He wiggled down the front of his pajamas, but not his underwear, decreasing one less barrier, but still continuing to tease his cock.

"Biology, hmm? Well, you can think of this as some hands-on studying"

Donghyuck feebly moans at those words purred into his ear. Embarrassed, he turns to face the bookshelf.

Mark could have snorted at such a stupid joke, but he was too occupied watching Donghyuck's ass being grabbed and groped.

A hungry groan escaped Mark when those plump cheeks were pulled apart for a second, offering a glimpse of Donghyuck's hole.

Mark controlled himself, telling himself he would not pull out his cock until Donghyuck was getting fucked.

He rubbed his palm along his straining length through his underwear, skimmed over his balls, even while his body screamed at him for direct contact when a slicked up finger was pushed inside Donghyuck.

Mark felt his heartbeat fast and loud, was echoing through his whole body. His stomach rose and fell with his rapid breaths, having teased his own body for what felt like ages.

He tried to help the ache by pinching and tugging at a nipple, which only sent jolts of heat straight to his lower half.

Finally, fucking finally, Mark thought when Donghyuck was penetrated.

That ass spread open, Donghyuck's quaking entrance eagerly swallowing up the other's cock.

Mark shoved down the front of his underwear, wiggling his hips so that he could pull his dick out and touch himself comfortably.

"A-ah–!" Donghyuck yelps, jaw slack and gasping for air as the tip breaches his entrance.

Mark ran his thumb over the head of his dick, spreading the slickness from the slit.

"Shhh, you don't want to be caught, do you?"

Donghyuck whimpers, purses his lips and shakes his head, eyes scrunched shut and exhaling sharply through his nose. But then his beautiful eyes are snapping open, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as he is pushed into all the way to the hilt.

Mark grabbed his cock in a firm grip and began to stroke himself in time to the thrusts inside Donghyuck.

"What will they think, hmm?" Donghyuck's partner croons into his ear. "To see the university's top student, being utterly wrecked?"

A high keen escapes Donghyuck, but he bites it back. He tries to compose himself but fails, and lets his mouth drop open again in silent groans. He slowly turns his head, cheeks flushed so red, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and the glasses perched on his nose slide down a fraction.

"Mm, such a good boy, taking me in so nice and deep…"

"U-uhn, ah…"

"Are you a good boy?"

"Hnn… Agh…" Donghyuck makes nothing but garbled noises, still looking over his shoulder while he grips the bookshelf tightly.

The man behind him rams harder, punctuating his next words with every forward thrust.

"I. Said. Are. You. A. Good. Boy?"

Donghyuck released a choked noise and his back arches at the deep, rough movements.

Mark's eyes widen and he licked his lips, loving the way Donghyuck's back curved. He sped up his strokes, feeling his cock throb.

He began to roll his hips into his fist, a light squelching noise filling the room from the milky liquid steadily leaking from his tip.

"I-I'm a good boy!" Donghyuck insists. He starts pushing his hips back and the camera angle shifts yet again, giving a wonderful view of Donghyuck's backside, and the length appearing and disappearing into his hole that takes it all every single time.

"I'm a good boy! I'll be good for you" Donghyuck whimpers, and shifts to gyrating his hips in circles on the cock fucking him. His sweater has ridden farther up his back, revealing half of the deep valley of his spine.

Mark's breath had gone ragged. He mimicked Donghyuck's motions, swiveled his hips around and around, imagining a tighter and hotter heat wrapped around his length rather than his own hand.

"Look at you, such a good boy for me"

Mark was unsure if that was from the video or if he had said that aloud himself.

Donghyuck is shoved harder and harder into the shelf. The shelf rattles, books wobble. He does his best to keep quiet. His all muffled whines and whimpers, coupled with hot and rapid gasps, mouth hanging open in choked back moans.

"Yes, yesss-ahh! I'm your good boy"

"Sh-shit, I'm gonna–" the other guy starts to pull out, but Donghyuck hisses out a harsh "No!". His hands dart out, grappling on sweaty hips and desperately pulling the other, beckoning him back inside.

The other relents, sinking all the way in again.

"Come inside me," Donghyuck whispers. "Y-You can't get the books dirty"

And Mark tilted his head back. Fuck, they were totally playing up the nerdy, good student image. Donghyuck's glasses were just perfect for it. And damn, why did that huge, loose sweater had to look so delectable on him.

Mark was snapping his hips now, his hand moving rapidly up and down his cock. He writhed on the bed, feeling a burning heat flaring up inside him.

His body was hypersensitive to touch. To the bed sheets rubbing against his skin, sticking to his sweaty back to the rough pad of his thumb as he rubbed it over his tip repeatedly.

He was so close to coming, he knew it, and he let Donghyuck's pleading little noises urge him on.

His eyes no longer on the screen, Mark's mind supplied him with his own imagines;

Donghyuck holding onto the shelf for dear life, knuckles white, head turned back to look at Mark and begging for it with his eyes and throaty pleas. Mark would grab that perfect ass, ram in and out relentlessly.

He remembers just how roughly Donghyuck seems to like it from his other videos. He would drive into him at a rapid pace.

Mark felt his back arch off the bed, and the wet friction was delicious and becoming too much.

He would turn Donghyuck around to face him because he wants to see those beautiful eyes. The way they would flutter before blowing wide open when he comes.

"Let me see" he would whisper. And this adorable, bashful Donghyuck would lift the front of his sweater to uncover his throbbing red cock so Mark could see it while he fucks him.

Mark was vaguely aware of Donghyuck's voice rising in pitch from his laptop speakers.

"C-coming, I'm comi–" and Donghyuck's voice breaks off into guttural noises.

Seconds later, Mark was coming too, shooting onto his chest and all over his hand, which he forced to keep stroking through his trembling, to pull every last drop.

He wallowed in the warm glow of his release, his whole body filled with a low buzzing of energy. He simply laid there for a while, blinking sleepily, while Donghyuck's breathing faded out in the background.

When Mark finally turned over, drowsy and boneless, the video was concluding.

The location has changed to what looks to be a lecture hall. The camera focuses in on Donghyuck who sits atop a desk. Again, he is only clad in a sweater, this time a white knit. He bends one knee up, tilting his head to one side coyly.

"So, Professor, how did I do?"

The video cut to black.

Mark groaned.

Fucking A+