Markhyuck Oneshots

tease me, praise me, fuck me

It's normal for idols to fuck; as it is normal for most humans to want to get off from time to time. Idols must get horny at some point and hook up with a stranger, or a family friend, or a member from another group or fuck their long term partner. However, it's considered rare for idols from the same group to have a go at it...for many reasons actually. Most revolving around the fact that it really makes things fucking awkward...if they start fucking, if they want to stop, if they start dating, if they get into petty relationship fights and their entire fanbase just watches on in confused curiosity at drastic changes in their behaviour.

Except things had never been awkward for Mark and Haechan or even Mark and Donghyuck, not from when they met, not from when they started preparing for debut and definitely not when Mark's hand strained firm around Donghyuck's cock for the first time, coaxing high-pitched sighs and screams from between the lips he'd just kissed to a pouty, ruined perfection. There's always been a variety of charged emotions between the two, anger, appreciation and but never awarkwardness. They were too close for that, they've always been way too close for that.

"There's only thirty minutes before we have to go on stage." Jeno states knowingly, as he is the only one that knows the full truth of Mark and Haechan's long term arrangement.

"Thanks." Haechan gives him a lil' kiss on the cheek before turning away and shouting for Mark. "Mael!"

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"There's no way you want to do this in a storage closet." Haechan whines, although he makes no move to leave.

Mark scuffs when he notices this. You could count on Haechan to complain but when he really wanted to do something, he'd do it regardless of circumstance. "C'mon Hyuck, this is not a first for either of us. Plus, Jeno's out there and he'll make sure no one will come in. This is the only place we have to ourselves."

"Too bad we're here today or you could fuck me raw in the comfy Music Bank bathroom." Haechan minds his words and the slight effect it seems to have on Mark's demeanour as he takes off his mic pack and stage clothes.

"Please stop talking, you're wasting our time." Mark crowds into Haechan's space, not allowing him to finish stripping before his lips and hands are on him and he's pinning Haechan firmly against an unstable assortment of pans and cleaning supplies strung on the wall. "We only have twenty minutes left, thanks to you running your mouth." The time remaining takes into consideration their need to quickly return to a state of preparedness for stage.

"You, shut up." Haechan bites petulantly into the kisses, stringing the lube packet from Mark's back pocket. He rips off Mark's shirt quickly, -getting him fully naked- coats his own fingers in lube, hoists his leg up so he reach in between himself and circles Mark's dick dry and tight, as Mark has always preferred the chafing, burning sensation of a dry as desert wank.

So as Haechan has always preferred fingering himself and Mark usually respects that. His fingers prod at his hole before bursting in with a wet and comfortable slide. Haechan shudders bit before getting into a slow and functional rhythm and starting up motion in his left hand that encompasses Mark's hung schlong.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" Mark asks after watching Haechan for a while, watching the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the contract of his stomach when he so lightly brushes over his prostate, the flutter close of his eyelids when the minute sensations build up a bit too much, and he feels as if he could contribute, turn the pleasure up a notch and have Haechan begging.

"Mark, I'm just trying to get ready for you to fuck me, not have a good time." Haechan squeezes at the tip of Mark's dick in attempt to silence him, but to no avail. All that follows is a shaky exhale and a pleased grunt. "You know why I don't- fingering is just way too intimate."