*THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS SMUT. IF UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ. SKIPPING THIS CHAPTER WILL NOT AFFECT THE STORY.*

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"Fuck off, Mark!" Jack yelled, hearing Mark huff in response. "I already told you I'm pissed off with you."

Mark rolled his eyes, only angering Jack more. "Couldn't keep your lips off my fucking neck one time. The one time I have a fucking meet and greet and you have to give me hickeys everywhere."

Jack went to walk away, only to have Mark slam him against the wall, his hand sliding up to hold onto Jack's cheek as his lips met with the younger's.

Jack pushed against Mark, trying to win dominance. He let out a huff as he failed. "Are you done complaining?" Jack didn't answer, choosing to being stubborn. "Or is daddy going to have to teach you how to be quiet?"

Jack whimpered as a response. He wanted it. He had just been yelling at Mark, but now he wanted Mark's hands all over him and his teeth to bite into his shoulders. And with that thought, he made up his mind. "Just couldn't stop yourself, could you Mark?"

Mark pushed his hips against Jack's, forcing Jack closer to the wall. "The second one, then."

Mark smashed his lips onto Jack's, his hands reaching around him to pull Jack's shirts off. Jack gasped as Mark's teeth bit into his neck. "Mark, away from my n-" He was cut off by his own moan as Mark bit onto his sweet spot. "Shit."

"Be quiet." Mark told him before biting his neck once again. Jack whimpered and Mark pulled away. "No noises." Jack nodded, throwing his head against the wall as Mark pushed their bulges together in an attempt to be quiet.

Mark pulled on Jack's jeans, and they were off in seconds. Mark moved his hand to palm Jack. "Mark~" Mark pulled his hand away, leaning towards Jack's ear.

"Stay quiet, Sean. Daddy doesn't want to have to punish you." Mark heard Jack swallow beside him before pushing his hand back against Jack's bulge.

Jack reached up to grab Mark's shirt, biting his neck to try to keep quiet. Mark bit into Jack's sweet spot, pushing his hand harder against his bulge. "Fuck, I can't." Jack moaned as he threw his head back.

Mark heard him whimper as his hand pulled away and his lips unconnected. "Bed, Jack." Jack laid on the bed, knowing full well that he was about to get cuffed to it.

Mark locked his bedroom door, knowing Matt and Ryan were home. He also closed his curtains, just because Ken's bedroom window looked directly into his.

He grabbed the cuffs, one going on each hand before cuffing them to the bed posts. "No, Mark." Jack accidentally let out a moan as Mark started grinding against his crotch. "I need to be able to touch you." Mark's jeans were creating more friction than if he was just in boxers, causing Jack to throw his head back.

"I know, that's why I'm not letting you." Jack groaned, tugging at the cuffs. "They're not going to break, Jack. They're brand new."

Jack whimpered as Mark pulled off his boxers, throwing them somewhere else in the room. "Fuck." Mark rolled his tongue over Jack's tip before starting to bob his head. "I really want to pull your hair." Mark groaned at the thought. Jack pulling his hair was one of his favorite things.

"Don't try to taunt me to take those off by using something I enjoy." Jack moaned as Mark ran his thumb across his perineum. "It won't work." Mark started to deepthroat his boyfriend, enjoying the way Jack's struggled moans were tumbling out.

"I need to t-touch you. Fuck- please." Mark shook his head, kissing Jack's lips softly.

"No, I told you not to make a sound and you did. This is your punishment." Jack groaned again, pulling at the cuffs. "Stop before you bruise your wrists, baby."

Jack stopped for a few minutes until Mark was pushing his index finger into him. He tugged on them again as he threw his head back. "Sean, stop it." Jack huffed, but moaned when Mark added another finger.

"Stop making noise." Jack whimpered before biting his lip to keep quiet when Mark curled his fingers, hitting his prostate.

Mark did it again, causing Jack to gasp. "Don't you dare moan." Jack nodded as he felt Mark do it again. Mark pulled his fingers out before pushing them back in, starting a steady pace.

He heard Jack gasp loudly, and saw his back arch. "Don't." He told Jack as he whimpered, watching as he threw his head back and bit his lip. He heard him pull on the cuffs again and smirked. "Stop that."

Jack quit, sighing in defeat before accidentally letting out a moan as Mark unexpectedly curled his fingers. "I'm s-sorry. S-shit." Mark pulled his fingers out, hearing Jack groan in protest. "I said I was sorry. Please, Mark."

Mark was starting to feel bad, but wasn't going to let him out of those cuffs anytime soon. "Please stop teasing. Just fucking pound into me, please." Mark ignored his pleas, pulling his jeans off before grinding against his erection.

"Just be quiet." Mark told him as he leaned down to kiss his neck lightly. "I swear I'll take them off soon. Just quiet down." Jack whimpered in response, nodding lightly. Mark was grinding against him, and he wanted to moan. But he also wanted those god damn cuffs off.

Mark pulled his boxers off and grabbed the lube, coating his member in it before running his hand down it a few times. "Fuck, you're hot." Jack groaned and Mark smiled lightly before rubbing his member around Jack's rim.

"Are you okay with this?" Jack nodded, smiling lightly. Mark pushed into him, watching as Jack's eyebrows furrowed. He stopped moving for a second before Jack nodded.

"M-move." Mark pulled out, pushing back in quickly. "Fuck." Mark smirked before remembering this was supposed to be a punishment.

"Sean. Stop talking." Jack whimpered before tugging lightly on the cuffs again. When he realized that they weren't going to break, he wrapped his hands around the chains. He was just trying to find anything to hold on, even if it wasn't Mark.

Mark pushed back into Jack harder, and Jack's back arched. He watched as he pulled lightly on the chains, not even trying to break them now. He was just trying to hold on to something.

"Why a-are you going so slow?"
Mark pulled out before slowly pushing back into Jack. "Just slam into me, holy shit." Mark ignored him, pulling back out slowly. He created a slow pace, ignoring Jack's annoyed sighs.

Mark unexpectedly slammed into Jack, causing Jack to moan loudly and arch his back. Jack was just getting annoyed now. "Mark take these off of my fucking wrists." Jack begged, groaning when Mark ignored him and pushed into him again. "I hate you." He saw Mark roll his eyes before continuing to fuck into him.

"No you don't." Jack gasped as Mark hit his prostate. Moaning, he tugged at the chains.

"Fuck, fuck. Please take them off." Mark hitting his prostate was throwing him over the edge, wanting so badly to be able to dig his nails into his back. "Fuck, please Mark."

Mark reached up, pushing the buttons on them for them to unlock. "Pull." Jack pulled his hands out of them one at a time before leaning up to kiss Mark's lips.

"Thank you." Mark nodded as Jack dug his nails into his back, his member slamming into the younger's prostate. "F-fuck."

Mark continued to pound into him until Jack was close , slowing down and pulling out. Fingertips ran down Mark's back and into his hips, causing a moan to slip from his lips.

Mark began to jerk their members off at the same time, Jack moaning as he felt Mark's erection come in contact with his own. Jack moaned out as he came, his nails digging deeper into Mark's hip.

Mark continued jacking himself off, never letting go of Jack. The sensation was a lot for Jack, bursts of pain and pleasure racking his body. He whimpered and whined, overwhelmed by the intense sensation. He grabbed Mark's arm and dug his nails into Mark's bicep but immediately mewled. "Don't stop."

Mark continued his movement, enjoying Jack's overstimulation, until he came over Jack's chest with a deep moan.