Jackson Wang X Mark Tuan
Jaebum and Jackson were fighting over something stupid, Mark wasn't even sure what their problem was, but he had learned not to get in between them when things got heated.
So instead he watched how Jaebum hissed something in Jackson's direction with a dismissive expression and while that one usually could handle his anger well, this time he just exploded.
“ARE YOU FÚCKING KIDDIN ME? You're acting like you're the boss here, but I won't let you tell me what to do!”
Mark sat there with shock in his eyes and he couldn't help but be impressed by Jackson's bravery. And also... he had never really seen him like that and it was... interesting.
Jaebum stepped closer and his eyes were dark from anger, when he grabbed Jackson's collar and Mark could see that he tried his hardest to keep his voice down, when he said,
“Don't you dare yell into my face!”
but Jackson just shrugged his shoulders, as if Jaebum's words were hilarious.
“You've yelled at me a thousand times, so I'm gonna fúcking yell at you, when I want to!”
Mark would never want to admit it, but seeing his boyfriend like that was a whole new experience and he was so surprised at the growl that came out of Jackson's throat.
He didn't even knew he had that voice inside of him.
It sounded rough and he looked so confident standing there, saying exactly what he thought and Mark could have slapped himself, when he felt something twitch in his sweatpants.
This was such a 'not now, boner' situation, but something about watching this whole scenario from an outside view made him so hot and bothered.
He watched Jackson's tensed up muscles and the annoyance - nearly hate- in his eyes in that moment.
Maybe it was the fact that he treated Mark like his biggest treasure while he apparently could totally lose it around somebody else.
It was a nice thought...
Jaebum just huffed, trying his hardest to control his temper, before he let go off Jackson's shirt and hissed “Whatever, Jackson... get lost!” and he stormed out of the living room, slamming the door loudly behind himself.
He left a room full of silence and Mark watched Jackson, still in awe.
Still lost in his own fantasies.
That one breathed in deeply a few times, before he let himself fall down onto the couch beside Mark.
“Can you believe it...” He sighed out frustrated “He's so annoying!”
Mark just hummed agreeing. He didn't really know what to say, because he barely knew why they started to fight in the first place.
“Why didn't you say anything? You're the only one older than him...” Jackson looked at him, wondering.
“Uhm...I don't know... I...” Mark stuttered. “I was a bit surprised... “ he admitted.
Even though it wasn't the full truth.
He twisted and turned to sit more comfortably with his hard on in his pants and he felt Jackson's wary gaze on him.
When Mark felt his cheeks getting hot , he knew it was over.
Why was his body always betraying him.
Jackson's eyes widened in disbelief, when the realization hit him.
“Oh my god... it turned you on, didn't it?” he breathed out, both amusement and judgement in his voice.
Mark shied away from his stare.
This was honestly embarrassing and his cheeks were burning from the blood that was streaming into them.
“No, I... it's just...” he started sputtering, but Jackson just looked at him with a raised eyebrow, like nothing Mark would say could get him out of this “I didn't know you could be this loud...”
“And it turned you on this much?” Jackson nodded down in the direction of Mark's crotch, which he low-key tried to hide with his hands.
Mark didn't say anything. He didn't know what to.
“You're unbelievable...” Jackson stated, while a smug grin formed on his face and Mark watched warily, how Jackson stood up and looked down on him.
He looked at him expectantly.
“Let's go into our room...” he just said.
“Why...?” Mark wanted to know in confusion.
“To get rid of that...” Jackson now bluntly pointed to Mark's boner.
That one blushed again, while he stood up and followed Jackson into their shared room without a word.
Why did he always get himself in this position? He always felt like an embarrassed idiot, while Jackson handled him like an adult.
But he would have lied if he said he didn't like it.
Jackson liked it, when Mark was like this and Mark liked that Jackson liked it.
And if it meant Jackson could possibly show him his rough side again, he would gladly play any role.
When Mark closed the door behind himself, it took him by surprise, when Jackson grabbed him by the collar right away, just like Jaebum had grabbed him earlier.
“Lie down...” he said, his words sounding just a little bit like an order. Mark did what he was told..
“Your safe word is “cake”...not that I think you'll need it...” Jackson informed him and Mark screwed up his face.
“Why cake!?” he wanted to know and Jackson looked at him, like Mark was the one ruining the mood.
“I don't know, I haven't eaten all day...” he mumbled and Mark looked at him in disbelief.
Where did his anger go?
Had he already calmed down?
While Mark leaned back on the bed, he looked at Jackson, thinking about what he could do to bring back Jackson's temper.
“Hey, Jackson... what did you guys even fight over...?” he asked quietly, the blood streaming back into his head.
Jackson looked at him warily, while he pulled down Mark's pants.
“Urgh... he just thinks he can do whatever he wants, because he's the leader...” he huffed, working himself up again and Mark licked his lips in satisfaction.
This had been easier than he thought.
“But he does have more influence than us...” he stated innocently and felt the power behind Jackson's movements, when he continued to pull down his own pants hastily.
Then he leaned over Mark looked down on him slightly annoyed.
“I don't care!” he hissed “He doesn't have to rub it in my face...”
Then, before Mark got the chance to speak again, Jackson pressed his lips on his and let his clothed crotch grind on Mark's.
Mark felt the hotness of his breath on his skin and it sent shivers down his spine and tingles right into his erection.
“And by the way...” Jackson breathed out between kisses “I know what you're fúcking trying to do here, Hyung...”
Mark's heart skipped a beat and his dick twitched in his pants at Jackson's words.
He had never heard him curse at him like that.
Without a warning he grabbed Mark's bulge with one hand and started to stroke it, before he decided that the fabric was in the way, so he pulled his boxers down, revealing Mark's throbbing boner.
That one gasped for air at the energy in Jackson's moves.
“...trying to make me angry...” Jackson chuckled a bit, but then he stopped his movements and looked Mark in the eyes, as he added, “but I don't need to be angry to be rough with you...”
He smiled sweetly and gave Mark a little peck on his lips, before he stood up and pulled his own briefs down and threw his shirt on the floor on the way.
Then he grabbed a tube of lube out of his drawer and Mark's heart started to race, when he saw that he didn't bring a condom.
“Turn around...” Jackson ordered, while coming back to the bed and Mark rolled himself onto his stomach in excitement.
Jackson was so different from usual and it made Mark's body react immediately. He felt thrilled about what was about to happen.
Jackson closed the distance between them quickly and Mark let a first moan slip, when he felt Jackson's strong hands grab his hips and pull them up in place.
Right where he wanted them to be.
Then he leaned over Mark from behind and grabbed around him to take a hold of his dick again, which was already leaking precum.
“Keep your head down...” Jackson growled and Mark felt his hand on the back of his head, pressing him back into the sheets, before he started to pump his dick harshly.
Mark let a louder moan slip and at the same time, he felt Jackson's hand on his ass, grabbing him ungently.
“And be quiet, I don't want the others to hear us!” He hissed and the sound of his voice let Mark shudder and muffle the next upcoming moan.
“Prepare yourself.” Jackson spit out and threw the lube on the bed.
It landed right beside Mark and he grabbed it and did how he was told.
He wanted to sit up, but Jackson pushed him back into the mattress.
“No. Keep your head down.”
Mark's heart was racing. He had never heard him commanding things like this, but it was definitely something. He had to force himself, not to let out another whine, as he started smearing the lube into his hole and entering one, then two fingers, slowly scissóring himself loose.
He felt Jackson's stare on his ass and he saw from the corner of his eye, that he was jacking himself off at the sight.
Then suddenly, Jackson shoved away Mark's hands and decided “You're done.”
Mark moaned out weakly, when Jackson finally placed his length on him and let himself slide into Mark with one move. It hurt more than usually, because he did it so roughly, but Mark loved it.
He wouldn't mind if it hurt even more.
Jackson could tear him apart right now and he wouldn't mind.
“Is it too much?” He heard Jackson ask seriously. He sounded worried and forgot about his role for a moment.
Mark knew that he didn't want to hurt him, but he wanted more.
“No... keep going” Mark whined into the bed.
He was surprised at how needy his voice sounded and Jackson seemed to pull himself together and he brought out a short “If you say so.” and thrusted hard into Mark out of nowhere.
That one whined out mindlessly and he earned another deep thrust for it.
“I told you to be quiet!”
So Mark was and his dick was leaking more precum, while it moved with every single thrust.
The noises Mark made were muffled and breathy and they mixed with Jackson's intent groans.
Mark felt himself get closer and he reached out for his own dick to get himself off, but Jackson slapped his hand away.
“I'm gonna do that!” he explained, as he started pumping Mark's cock mercilessly, while still thrusting into him.
Mark felt like he was about to loose his senses, he was panting desperately and Jackson's deep grunts was what brought him over the edge.
He came with a massive shiver, that rolled through his legs and stomach and whimpering sounds and he could feel Jackson come inside him, too.
The stream filled him up and after a few last deep thrusts, Jackson pulled out of him.
The white fluid dripped out of Mark as soon as nothing held it in there anymore and he could feel the stickiness run down his ass and onto his balls and thighs.
Then his knees got week from holding himself up the whole time and from the stimulation and he let himself fall onto the bed.
Jackson looked at him, his exhausted face slowly turning into a worried one.
“Are you okay?” he wanted to know, as he lay down beside Mark and faced him.
“Fúck yeah..” Mark brought out “That was... new..”
They were both worn out and still trying to catch their breath, but Jackson shook his head in disbelief, when he saw Mark's happy smile.
“You're really weird, y'know...” he stated and Mark just shook his head.
“Nah, you're just really hot, when you're an asshole...”
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