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Jeno closes his fist around Mark's wrist.
In spite of himself, Mark shivers, but doesn't bat his hand away. Doesn't make a move to escape again, and obediently lets Jeno lead them both into the bedroom, heart thundering in his chest.
His veins throb under Jeno's loose grasp, and it's further proof that Jeno knows. Mark feels his cheeks heat.
The door shuts with a click.
Pin-drop silence. There's no other way to describe it. Tension swirls in the air- thick as Mark waits for him to make a move with bated breath.
The fingers closing around his wrist are starting to feel good, and Mark can't concentrate- torn between enjoying this and focusing on- what was he even supposed to focus on?
" Oh ." Mark shudders as Jeno applies more pressure, fingers digging lightly into his skin.
"Hyung." Jeno clears his throat, and there's something dark in his eyes, the way he's looking at Mark- hungry, aroused.
"Yeah?" Mark blinks, dazed. Jeno's thumb is rubbing across the arch in his wrist, right along the bundle of enhanced nerves at the base. He can't breathe.
"We need to talk." Jeno crowds him against the door. Mark loves it, loves the way the hard wood digs into his back, loves the way Jeno's strong, muscular arms cage him in, loves the way Jeno's thumb is rubbing small circles over the dip in his wrist, the way pleasure is crackling up his arms and down his spine.
"Yeah. Yeah, sure. Anything, Jeno." Mark swallows thickly. His eyes don't stray from where their hands interlock. "Anything."
"I don't think you can talk like this." Jeno chuckles. "Is it because of this?" He drags a thumb across the papery skin of Mark's wrist, enthralled by the way Mark visibly shivers.
When he lets go, Mark almost whines at the loss.
"No, no, I can. Don't-" Mark catches himself before he can finish that sentence.
"Don't?" Jeno holds his breath.
Mark meets his gaze feverishly.
"Don't stop."
...
"You like this." Jeno marvels. It's a statement, if anything, and nothing short of the truth.
Mark flushes.
"Is this okay?" Jeno drags the pad of his thumb across the underside of his wrist.
Mark lurches forward, burying his head into Jeno's chest as he groans, long and low.
"Yes." He gasps, a little too quick. "Yes, yes it is."
" Hyung. " Jeno whispers, breath hot against his ear, "Can I kiss you?"
Mark doesn't even hesitate, surging up to answer him with a passionate kiss.
It's wet, rough and messy. Jeno opens up wonderfully for him, and Mark all but shoves his tongue in, swallowing the low groans from Jeno's throat and sucking harshly at his bottom lip.
Jeno kisses him back with equal fervor, slotting a thigh between Mark as he squeezes hard at his wrist. Mark chokes on a moan, pressing even closer and grinding his erection against Jeno's thigh.
His enhanced senses are on overdrive, pleasure shooting up his spine in waves as his skin is set alight. He can feel every brush against the rough material of his jeans, every time his cock catches against the fabric of his briefs, growing damp from how much he's leaking. God, he can taste Jeno, can taste the mint he popped in his mouth an hour ago, can feel the wet, soft muscle pliant against his own, can feel each groan thrum between them, vibrations humming thick in the air.
The need for oxygen barely manages to tear them apart. They're a panting mess- faces flushed with swollen-red lips, and Mark is heady with lust, senses ringing as Jeno presses his thigh that much closer, pushing against him that much better.
Mark's head thunks back against the hard wood as Jeno reaches for both his wrists, pinning them above his head.
" Please ." Mark gasps, and it's a lie if he doesn't know what he's begging for.
Jeno crushes their lips together the same time he presses his thumbs into Mark's wrists.
"Is it a spider thing?" Jeno wonders, as he feels for the tiny microscopic bumps along Mark's wrist.
"I don't-" Mark gives a full body shiver, gulping as he pants. "Fuck, it's just sensitive ."
"Have you ever played with it?" Jeno nibbles at the bottom of his right lobe, and god his voice is gravelly. Loud too, pressed right against his enhanced ears. Mark can hear each wet breath leave him, can feel each syllable fan across his skin.
He nods, once.
He remembers closing his fingers around his wrist, stroking it, thumb simply rubbing over it again and again until he's soaked his briefs, trembling and gasping from over-sensitivity. He remembers his hands losing strength from the pleasure, remembers being unable to exert the ruthless amount of force he wants, needs , always shuddering and letting go once it gets too much in spite of himself- his senses ringing nonstop.
He remembers the frustration- at himself, as he tries and tries and tries but never manages to do anything more than edge himself. Always caving in to pleasure after, reduced to humping the pillow clasped between his legs and snaking a hand down to come brokenly into his fist.
But now, now Jeno is holding him down the way he's always wanted to be held. The way he couldn't have ever done to himself. Now Jeno's squeezing both wrists, fingers pressed deliciously against his tendons, sending jolts of pleasure down his spine, making his heart catch in his throat, cock jumping pathetically in his shorts.
"Fuck." Jeno growls, tightening his grip around Mark's wrists. It feels wonderful, electricity zinging down his spine as Mark arches into him, pressing himself closer to Jeno, resisting just enough to feel his fingers dig into the soft bristles under his skin.
"Jeno, Jeno, just, please." Mark groans, adjusting their positions so as to slide their arousals right up against each other. The friction feels delirious, and Jeno bites down hard on his shoulder to muffle his moan.
The pain knocks him off guard- sensitivity hitting him twice as hard. But with the steady stream of ecstasy coursing through him, Mark can barely feel the sting, pain only mixing in with the pleasure, brewing something darker, something more. If anything, it only serves to delight him- to know that Jeno is just as turned on as he is. Voice ragged and hoarse, he lets out a shuddering breath. " More ."
Jeno makes a strangled sound, Adam's apple bobbing before he finally starts bucking his hips, and Mark almost sobs at the relief. The pressure feels so good, even with all the layers of clothes in the way, and it's as if they're hormonal teenagers again, pushed half a decade back in time.
Hurried, desperate, the desire lapping at their skin: they’re now rutting against each other in earnest, gasping at every grind. It's sweltering - sweat sticking against flushed skin as they hump at each other with rushed urgency, and absolutely no finesse.
"Ah! Fuuuuck, fuck, Jeno, Jeno- it feels, fuck-!" Mark arches off the wall, head thunking hard against the wood behind him. His hips jerk forward helplessly, crotch slamming against Jeno's, causing them both to cry out in harsh, shuddering moans. Jeno's fingers don't stop harassing the sensitive micro-bumps on the underside of his wrists, rubbing insistent circles, as if he knows just how sensitive Mark is, knows how every twist of his fingers make him see stars. His nerve endings are on fire. Jeno alternates between ghosting over the area lightly, making him leak a little more, and jabbing hard at it, forcing his cock to throb and pulse within it's confinements.
Mark is sure that his underwear is a wet mess now, his cock drooling the more Jeno rubs against him, rubs into his skin, and everything just feels so good, good, good . Mark grits his teeth, thrusting against Jeno's groin with new determination, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
"I-I'm close." He stutters out, gut tightening harshly as his pace falters, but Jeno doesn't let up, digging his nails into Mark's wrist as he slams his hips and Mark tips over the edge, pleasure crashing down hard against him as he comes white-hot in his pants.
Mark barely feels it splurt out of him, darkening his briefs as Jeno begins to frantically hump him into overstimulation, fingers still tight around his wrist as he chases his orgasm with a fevered high.
It's too much, it's way, way, way too much , and Mark's senses are overloaded as Jeno groans into his ear. It sounds like bass, rumbling through him. Mark can't handle it, and it feels as if he's still coming , unable to calm down from his high, fireworks crackling under his eyes.
"Jeno, jeno, I- AH!" Mark convulses in his hold, thrashing. A fog begins to cloud his mind as Mark submerges in a steaming pool of ecstasy. Goosebumps rise on his skin as his hair stands on end. He can’t, he can’t, it’s too much , it’s-
" Hyung, hyung please I'm so close." Jeno pleads, voice wrecked as he shifts to grind harder against Mark's hips. "Please don't make me stop."
"Come for me, Jeno-ah. Come for hyung." Mark chokes, pleasure climbing and climbing until he can't breathe. There’s a weird tingling in his forearms, a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Mark can’t take it anymore, feeling his mind leak out of his ears. "Come, please ."
It comes out a whimper.
Jeno keens, hips stuttering as he flexes, whole body locking up in an open-mouthed scream.
He can't seem to control his strength when he comes, nails digging into red, chafed skin on Mark’s wrists, and that’s what does it. Mark trembles violently under him, vision blurring as white hot webs shoot from his wrists, landing harshly on the ceiling above with a resounding thwip!
Jeno seems just as shocked as him, eyes wide and dilated as he stares up at Mark in wonder, pleased smile tugging at his kiss-swollen lips.
Mark can't even focus on what he's just done, the surmounting relief crashing down on him as he sags into Jeno's hold, melting against him as his pleasure-weak knees give way. Did he just come from his..? Mark can’t think in the haze of endorphins. His body feels light, relaxed and so nice . Jeno catches him with a sound of surprise, and Mark barely registers him hauling them both onto the bed.
Thank god for those muscles. Sometimes Mark wonders if Jeno is the one with superpowers. His' seems to stop working when he cums.
"Haaaa-" Mark sighs happily as he sinks into the soft mattress. It's heaven. The silk sheets are amazingly soft, and their pants feel absolutely disgusting. But Mark feels floaty and a little too sated and happy to care. He hisses a little as Jeno rubs soothing shapes across his wrists, cock pulsing weakly in his briefs as he winces from overstimulation.
"Sorry." Jeno scrunches his face guiltily as he retracts his hand.
"No, don't apologize." Mark breathes, catching hold of Jeno before he can stray too far. He pulls him back, tangling their limbs together before wincing as he feels his crotch press wetly against soiled fabrics.
"I really liked it." Mark sighs contentedly.
"Me too." Jeno hums, curling gently into the older.
Mark tucks his chin over his head, humming a mindless tune as he lets post-coital bliss wash over.
Jeno loves it- loves when Mark sings, loves when Mark hums songs like this after they have sex, when his deep voice is wrecked, raspy and cracked. It's beautiful. Jeno feels his ears melt as he nuzzles his face into the crook of Mark's chest.
"Hyung," Jeno whispers, quietly.
"Hmm?"
"Can I suck on them next time?" Mark can feel the little shit grinning against his skin.
" Jeno ." He groans in lieu of an answer.
It'd be a lie if he said no.