#33: Proud.

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Chapter Thirty-Three: "Proud."

Mark collapsed next to Haechan, the smell of sweat and sex reeking from both of them.

For a few moments, they were silent, catching their breaths. Mark looked over at Haechan and grabbed his hand.

"How do you feel?"

"Fucked." Haechan answered.

Mark could not stop the light laugh that escaped him. "That a good thing or a bad thing?"

Haechan turned his head and their eyes locked.

"It's the best thing."

They shared a small smile before Mark stood back up, re-wearing his boxers and sweat pants. He glanced at the boy who had barely moved an inch and brushed a strand of hair from his face.

"I'll carry you to the bathroom, okay?"

Haechan hid his face in the crook of Mark's neck as the older carried him effortlessly. Haechan's muscles were tired and he was eternally grateful that he did not have to move.

Placing him on the bath stool, Mark turned the shower on before getting the bodywash from the shelves.

"Can I?" Mark asked for permission. "Or do you want to do it yourself?"

This was yet another territory they had not been in yet but Haechan nodded. "You can."

Mark's hands were gentle and smooth as they glided over Haechan's body, lathering him with soap and water. They just had sex but this was still making him shy. Mark noticed the redness of his cheeks and let out a laugh of surprise and adoration.

"Oh my shy baby," he shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

Haechan's face heated up. "Shut up."

When Haechan was all washed up, Mark stepped out after covering him with a towel to get him his clothes. Helping him into them, he carried Haechan back to their room, and placed him onto the gaming chair.

Mark kissed his cheek. "I'll take my shower and then we can sleep."

Haechan nodded, resting against the comfortable chair while Mark stepped back into the bathroom.

Haechan's muscles were aching and hickeys covered his torso underneath his shirt. When he stretched, his body pulsed with pain but the feeling gave him an odd sense of satisfaction.

Ten minutes later, Mark came out with his skin covered in droplets of water and his blue sweatpants that he was wearing before, replaced with fresh black ones.

Haechan lazily watched as Mark worked around the room, removing the sheets of the bed and stretched new ones over the mattress. Mark's back muscles flexed as he did so and it made Haechan staying awake worth it.

Mark then pulled a shirt over his head, covering his body that Haechan was drooling over. "Sleep?"

Haechan put his arms up and Mark could not stop the soft smile that adorned his lips as he walked over to his needy boyfriend. Slipping his arms under him, Mark carried him yet once more and he was not complaining.

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