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“No fucking way.”
There it was in all its white, black rimmed glory.
WELCOME TO POUNDTOWN
Mark bent over next to him, loud laughter filling the vicinity of their bedroom. Haechan continued to stare at the sign, his own laughter bubbling out of his throat at the obscurity of the sign, the sign that was about to be hung up above their king sized bed.
“I can’t- I can’t believe we actually went through with the purchase,” Mark said.
Haechan folded his arms across his chest and smiled, “You know I can’t say no to a $3 deal at Michael’s.'' They had been walking around the store when he came across the sign in the bedroom section. It was tucked behind a couple bigger signs, almost as if someone had hidden it to come back to it later. Haechan had stared at Mark for a while, nudging his shoulder and wiggling his eyebrows, “It’s perfect for a beast like you.”
Mark had put him in a lighthearted headlock after the comment.
♡
Haechan had forgotten about the sign after a week, walking into their room and not minding it. That was until they decided to have friends over for a get together and Ten had gasped after Haechan led him to the bedroom.
“Baby, what is that?” He said. Ten walked further into the room and stood at the foot of the bed, his head angled up towards the ceiling with an open mouthed smile adorning his face.
Haechan quickly shut the bedroom door and stepped towards the older male, “Do you like it?”
“Poundtown?” Ten said, “Am I obligated to have an opinion on a sign that says Welcome to Poundtown?”
“C’mon Tennie, it's a nice and unique piece of decor! You can never go wrong with the limelight font,” Haechan replied, putting his left arm around his best friend and hugging him. Ten grumbled next to him, “I guess if you like it then I do, too.”
“That’s the spirit!” Haechan said, he giggled when Ten pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek and smiled.
“You know, I only got it last week but it’s been in my favor. Mark sees it and gets inspired.”
Ten laughed at his words, “ I bet you’re real happy about that.”
Haechan sighed after he shut their apartment door, his hands aching from pouring drinks all afternoon and from gripping the game console remote. He heard his boyfriend’s approaching footsteps and smiled when his arms came down to wrap around his waist, their bodies swaying back and forth.
“Are you ready to go to poundtown?” Mark whispered, Haechan shivered as Mark pressed his lips to his neck.
“That phrase is not sexy, even if it’s coming from you,” Haechan whispered back, turning around in Mark’s arms and reaching up on his toes to bring their mouths together. Mark laughed and replied, “It’s totally working right now though.”
“Oh really?” Haechan said, he leaned closer and took Mark’s bottom lip between his teeth and pulled back, smirking when Mark’s eyebrows furrowed together as he winced at the harsh bite, “Okay, babe, I get it,” Mark muttered.
He pulled away and grinned, eyeing the red teeth imprint on his mouth. He turned around and began to walk in the direction of their bedroom, “See you in poundtown, Markie.”
Mark grinned and ran forward, he lifted Haechan up from the floor and speed walked towards the room, Haechan’s light laughter loud in his ear.
♡
Haechan moaned as he was continuously shunted up the bed, the feeling of Mark’s hand gripping his hips making him delirious.
There was one problem though: a rhythmic thumping sound was filling the room alongside the sound of their skin slapping together, and their headboard hadn't arrived yet so it couldn’t be that.
“Mark,” Haechan said, He opened his eyes and looked around the room in confusion what the fuck was that noise?
“Mel,” he said again, this time bringing his arms down from where they had been curled against his head and grabbing hold on his boyfriend’s shoulders.
“Yeah?” Mark groaned out, Haechan gasped and brought his legs up to press them against Mark’s waist. The thumping sound got faster.
“No, really Mark stop,” He whined, annoyed at the heat that had been building up in his abdomen dimming but his heart was pounding at the noise. Mark immediately pulled out and sat up on his haunches, “Are you oka-” Haechan shushed him before he finished his words, the sound had stopped.
“Did you hear it?” Haechan asked, sitting up.
Mark cocked his head to the side at the question, “Hear what?”
“The… the thumping sound. It sounded like something was hitting the wall and I know it couldn't have been the mattress,” He replied. Mark looked at him and shook his head, “All I could hear were your whiny little pixie moans.”
Haechan rolled his eyes at the comment, “I’m being serious Mark Lee.” He took an opportunity to properly look around the room, there was nothing close enough that could've been making the noise. The laundry hamper was in the corner next to the window, their tv was currently propped up on a wooden chair and the empty fish bowl was on top of a plastic table.
Mark leaned down and gently pushed him back down onto the bed, “Maybe you’re hearing things, new house and all.”
Haechan nodded at his words. He smiled up at him and lightly gasped when he felt Mark enter him again, breathy moans falling from his lips as Mark began moving at a fast pace.
thumpthumpthumpthump
“What the fuck?” Mark muttered this time, the noise stopping at the same time Mark did. His face twisted into a look of confusion and he looked up above their bed. That’s when he saw it.
WELCOME TO POUNDTOWN
Mark laughed at the realization, his head coming down to rest on Haechan’s clothed stomach.
“What is it?” Haechan asked. Why was his boyfriend cracking up in the middle of sex?
“Baby, it’s the fucking sign.”
Haechan frowned at the words, what fucking- oh.
“No it’s not,” he said. Mark began to nod his head and shot up, “I swear it is, look.”
Haechan let out a loud moan when Mark roughly thrusted forward, a single thump was heard in the room along with the action. His eyes widened and he looked up above his head, “Do it again.” His eyes were trained on the sign when Mark began moving again, laughing when the white sign separated from the wall for a millisecond before flopping back on the wall with an audible thump.
They both laughed at the noise, “Do you want me to take it down?” Mark asked. Haechan shook his head and wrapped his arms around Mark’s neck, bringing him down and slotting their lips together, “Leave it.”
♡
Mark grunted as he rose up to his tip toes on their bed, a roll of command strips in his hand.
“Baby, what are you doing?” he heard Haechan ask from behind him.
“Securing the sign down better,” He replied, his tongue poked out from the corner of his mouth as he pressed the edge of the sign down against the sticky beige strip, “Wouldn't want it to fall our heads in our sleep or when we’re, you know, taking the train to poundtown.”
Haechan frowned at the words, “please don’t ever say taking the train to poundtown ever again, i don't want to have to leave you.”
Mark laughed and looked behind his shoulder, “Anything for you, conductor.”