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Mark was starting to get impatient.
Practice had started around two hours ago and as a group they've danced for… maybe thirty minutes? That if he's being generous.
It was all impossible to deal with like a responsible adult today, the internet making it even harder by taking unbelievably long to start playing the english demo of the group's next comeback, giving the boys even more opportunities to keep playing instead of focusing on the task at hand.
Yesterday had been eventful, Renjun and Donghyuck went to a concert in a messy part of town while Jeno and Chenle were on live stream for hours playing and teasing with fans, Jaemin had been recording another one of his cooking shows and Jisung had been to the aquarium… for content, probably? Mark doesn't really remember what Jisung had going on yesterday.
As all of this happened, Mark had been only trying to rest as his head seemed to be in the seventh layer of hell. Poor baby had a terrible headache the whole day, which by taking a quick glance at his angry looking eyebrows today, hadn't completely dissipated even on the next day.
Renjun was too busy gossiping and playing around, giggling and really just screaming with Chenle to notice how Mark's fingers flexed against his phone extra tight, how his forehead never seemed to have any relief from his strong frown. Donghyuck held Jun's hand as they escaped together with the youngest's phone, Zhong's classic scream-like laughter echoed through the practice room and persisted even after getting fake-slapped by his boyfriend.
"You three, get over here before I go over there and make you come." The leader's tone is unmistakable, rough around the edges but stable as a statue of pure marble. One look at him was enough to understand the gravity of the situation, arms crossed tight right under his chest, the expression resting in his face shamelessly annoyed and oh, so tired.
Unfortunately for Renjun, this wasn't a day where he was exactly the brightest.
"Oh, c'mon… you couldn't put anybody anywhere by the force of those little arms." The words leave Huang's mouth too quickly, before he can match the tone to the situation or his surroundings, Hyuck and Chenle provided him with the exact same amount of help: Nothing. Both laughing unapologetically loud the second he was done speaking out his curse.
Renjun swallowed down the air in his throat as Mark's eyes burned into the side of his face as if trying to reach his skull.
It doesn't happen often, Mark has never been one to take jokes on his expanse too seriously.
But as soon as his eyes — filled with nothing but pure annoyance and weariness — meet Renjun's, he feel it; the lump in his throat. It appears whenever Mark is a little rougher, a small bit more bossy, those rare occurrences where his voice would drop just a tap deeper, come out a note louder... it would bring a stop to Renjun's breathing right at the middle of his gullet, whether that behavior was directed at him or at someone else.
Mark knows it, too. How weak his boyfriend is.
How easily Huang allows him to take the reins and use him until he's had enough of his shaky, misbehaving body, so open under his rocky ministrations, attempting to crawl up the sheets to run away from his rough love when the overstimulation was too much even though they both knew that's exactly what Renjun wanted and asked for all day long. At those times he'd tell him "You're so mean, Markie..." his voice came out small, barely above a whisper through the heavy tears falling from his eyes, the kind that made his eyelashes stick together because of the runny mascara down his full, pink cheeks — Mark always loved this look, he called it 'The dolly eyes'.
And by the way he looked at Renjun just now, he's sure to have a rather long night.
Mark is a hard worker, everybody knows it, he's an over-doer if anything.
The kind of man who doesn't really know what to do with his hands when they're of no use to anybody else, most people severely underestimate how control-starved he can get. Desperate to touch and demand, grip and tell directions, sometimes he's so hungry for it that whenever the very taste of the control that Mark craves so badly touches the tip of his tongue, it comes all too close to making him nauseous.
That mindset of his applied to his job in the most perfectly disastrous way, the face of the group, the spotlight who's responsible for fluttering fan's hearts with his chill boy-next-door personality… but, occasionally, it also applied during sex — and at this very moment of fragility and wet smacking sounds, Renjun knew it better than anyone else.
"Yeah, I know- oh… you're drooling all over my arms, pretty thing," Mark sweetly reminded in a raspy tone, making Renjun's stomach turn in all sorts of directions when he could felt the ghost of his cocky smile touch his earlobe before leaning down to kiss the underside of his jaw.
That small taunt, though it came from a place of pure adoration of his little cock-dumb self, felt so awakening and humiliating that it was enough to make him clench around his thick shaft, stuffed snug and belonging in his lubed and sticky hole, sweaty hands quickly making home by reaching behind Mark's back to hold onto his plush hips.
"Hmp- mhh… Markie, M-Mark…" Renjun could only pathetically whine as his eyes closed by pure reflection from how hard they were stinging, hot tears refusing to stop pouring down. He pushed his pelvis back into the elder's despite his trembling legs, rolling his hips dumbly on top of his lap as Mark held his neck stiff in a tight headlock.
His big, angry cock pumping in and out of his messy warmth at a disgusting pace was all that they could hear, if it wasn't for the vulnerable position he kept Huang in, his body would surely be trashing at all kind of angles from the rapid movements which somehow only felt faster as he came around his boyfriend's length again and again. Forced to sit there and take it, shaking on top of his strong body, pressed hard against the hard planes of Mark's lithe chest, convulsing against his torso as his back involuntarily bent into another painful arch from overstimulation, drooling all over his chin and his forearms — a mess, just the way Mark liked it.
Mark's small muscles flexed against his neck again, he could feel every pulse and gag of his throat, Renjun could hear his airy giggle whenever it matched the flutter of his abused walls, rewarding his slutty tendencies with a tighter hold of the youngest's breathing, just enough to make him struggle a little bit.
"You love it, don't you, sweet thing? When… hmp- When I hold you like this?" he bites down on Renjun's earlobe and the disaster he had going on in his throat only worsened, choking on his own drool, stuck in a incoherent mess as Mark left him cock-drunk and whining. Forearm pressed against his pulse one more time, Huang gasped as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and words just spurted out of his mouth with no business of making any sense.
"Lo-Love you… I love you, Mark… mhp, mhhh- Love you, Markie…" He tried sucking in more air, his brain begging for some sort of oxygen that lasted for more than one or two of his loud moans and never ending whining. Satisfied with his boyfriend's answer, Mark presses his arm just right to push the former's head back on his shoulder, hips never slowing down their pace at ruining his creamy hole as his palm brushes against Renjun's puffy tip with every stroke up and down his abused dick, Mark kisses his cheek gently then. A mean reminder of how carefully he can love him when he behave.
Their size difference wasn't that big, nothing crazy or head turning, but the way his body could cover Renjun's with no issue whatsoever was doing wonders to making them both dizzy with desire. Mark was always able to make him feel so deliciously small, sat pretty and destroyed at his lap which was completely damp from sweat and cum, leaking length only filling his lover deeper, all of the stimulation on the perfect setting to make his head spin just right, keeping the youngest basically bouncing on his lap from his hard thrusts.
Mark's gasps and groans alongside the sounds wet splashes of skin slapping were reminding Renjun of the most beautiful melody he's ever heard, slamming into his weeping and puffy hole while he trembled like a weak little thing, walls flexing roughly around his rough ministrations — he was almost there, could feel the relief he needed so badly at the tip of his fingertips, just out of reach.
His freshly cut nails clawed helplessly at the damp skin of Mark's forearms, holding onto the small hope that he'd be done soon to convince himself of not turning his head to the right and biting onto the small meat of his bicep. An uselessly broken sound rips from Renjun's throat and Mark catches it at the perfect time, swallowing his whimpers with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue.
Every time he pressed onto that gummy spot, Renjun felt like crying even harder, body convulsing harshly against his as if he was being electrocuted by an entire thunderstorm and Mark didn't flinch even once. Used to the way his pretty boy moves around beneath his authority, kissing the side of his face every time he gasped for air, smiling at his cheek every time he could hear every bit of his sweet struggle.
Finally, Renjun came again, thighs shaking aggressively and quickly betraying the tears streaming down his face with a loud show of just how much he truly loved the elder's brutal demonstrations of love, he could even start to slowly but surely feel all of that ugly, persistent tension leave his frail body.
That's when he hears it.
"Want me to stop, baby? Wanna cum again?" Mark's voice in his head — all too warm, dripping with the thinnest of sugars.