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“Oppa,” Mark whined and pouted, playing up to the role. “That last piece was supposed to be mine!”
Yuta shoved the last slice of watermelon in his mouth, more to tease Mark than because he really wanted it. Once he’d licked and sucked it thoroughly and dramatically, he offered the meagre remains to Mark.
“Your turn,” he said, and Mark’s shocked gasp made Yuta grin. “Don’t want it?”
Mark grabbed for it anyway, and Yuta held it up over his head automatically.
“This is seriously unfair,” Mark complained, pressing up against Yuta to try and grab it, jumping a little as Yuta waved it in the air. The friction was… well, it made Yuta’s head buzz. The watermelon started to slip out of Yuta’s grasp, and he fell onto Mark’s bed trying to catch it. Mark followed suit.
“Oppa,” Mark complained, putting on a stupid breathy voice that Yuta would never want to admit just made the situation in his pants worse. Yuta was gay. Mark? Who knew. “Please. I want it.”
“Then get it,” Yuta said, and so next thing he knew Mark was on top of him, reaching for the watermelon piece. Then, Yuta was so distracted that he did at last drop the watermelon off the side of the bed. It fell onto the floor with a wet sound.
“Oops,” said Yuta.
“Oppaaaa,” Mark moaned. “That’s a waste!”
And they started to playfight, Yuta gaining the advantage because Mark always fought with honour, while Yuta always did fight dirty. Yuta’s questing fingers found Mark’s sides, and started to tickle him, leaving Yuta with a lapful of squirming Mark, hair messy, laughing fit to burst. He was so cute. Yuta could barely handle it.
“Stop it, oppa, stop, I can’t take it any more! Oh my god,” said Mark, trying to speak through the tickle spasms. Yuta obliged, flopping onto his back on the bed and letting his hands fall away.
Mark rolled off him, laughing like it was just good fun. Yuta's head was spinning a bit, in a nice way.
"Hey man," Yuta asked, and then turned his head to the side to watch Mark - who knew what Mark, eternally straight Mark who’d been so seemingly into Yuta lately in the most confusing way, would do? Yuta needed to see. "Are you ever serious?"
Mark actually startled a little, not even looking at him. A second passed while Mark lay there and composed himself, one arm above his head, laid out on the pillows. Then, casually, Mark looked back at Yuta.
"I mean, are you?" he asked.
Yuta snorted.
"That's fair." Another beat of silence. "I'm sort of hard, though."
Mark held his gaze, going redder and redder. Yuta forced himself to hold his in return. He'd already said it out loud. He'd stand by that. Mark could either take it as teasing, or not. That was all.
Mark licked his lips, and Yuta's gaze flicked down to see it.
"I- I mean…" Mark said, sounding choked up, "I kinda feel… a bit like that too."
Oh god, Yuta felt that.
His eyes travelled back up, drinking in Mark's whole face before getting lost in those wide dark eyes.
Slowly, deliberately, not breaking eye contact, steeling himself against any bad reactions, Yuta reached down his body, and started to touch himself over his clothes. His breathing changed as his hand slid over his bulge, sighing at the sensation. He kept looking right at Mark.
Playing chicken.
After what felt like an eternity, Mark gulped, and his hand came from over his head to rest on his chest. The fingers twitched. Yuta looked down at the hand, then back. Then repeated, more emphatically.
Yuta almost wasn't expecting for Mark to actually do it, but his hand then started travelling down his body. After a minute or so of suspense, Yuta saw Mark's lips part and let out a little "oh" as he made contact with himself.
Yuta started to rub harder, needing friction, needing to encourage Mark.
Mark did respond, not as fast, but he was definitely rubbing.
God, he was hot. This was hot. He could see the flush on Mark's cheeks, could see him rocking against his hand with his lips parted, and that was… incredible.
Mark spoke next.
"Can I… can I try something?"
"What, Mark? Pants down?"
Mark went even redder, if that was possible, hand still moving.
"Not exactly, um… I just wanna… I wanna try saying it. But I don't want things to be weird."
Mark tried looking down, then, but Yuta automatically snapped him to attention.
"Look at me."
Yuta didn't know where this had come from, but now he'd started, he couldn't stop. This feeling, the power he had over the younger guy, it was a rush. It was addictive. Mark obeyed, blinking as he tried to still hold Yuta's gaze.
"Say it," Yuta commanded.
"Oppa," Mark whined, high and breathy. He closed his eyes for a second and writhed on the bed, bringing his attention back to Yuta once the wave had passed.
"Shit," Yuta said, getting more and more turned on by the second. The air was starting to smell of arousal. "Again."
"Oppa, please," Mark whined, and it wasn't his usual voice, it was that special oppa-voice he put on, just for Yuta. Hitting Yuta's kinks exactly. "O-oppa…"
"Good," Yuta murmured. "Yes. Just like that, Mark."
Yuta's hand moved furiously on himself over his trousers, and suddenly it wasn't enough. He unzipped his pants almost angrily and shoved them down as he rolled to face Mark, fixing Mark with his eyes and silently commanding him to do the same.
He did, and Yuta broke eye contact just for a second to see that pink head poking out of the top of Mark's boxers. Yuta's mouth watered.
"Oppa?" Mark asked, breathlessly. Yuta's eyes snapped back up. Mark was so close.
"Faster," Yuta commanded.
Mark immediately complied, starting to fold around his hand at the intense sensation, straining his neck to keep looking at Yuta.
"Let me hear you," Yuta said, needing more.
Mark gave a shy little smirk, so cute, like he knew this was a bit embarrassing. And then licked his lips, and spoke.
"Oppa," he moaned again, but a bit more jokily.
"No," Yuta said sharply in response. "Properly."
The blush on Mark's cheeks and the change in his expression was so rewarding. He melted a little against the pillows, with a shaky sigh, breath thin from arousal. He bared his neck as he adjusted position to come a little closer to Yuta. Yuta blinked, finding the sight almost too much to bear looking at. Mark moaned, right in Yuta’s face.
"Oppa," he said, quieter and more intimate, looking up at him through his eyelashes. "Keep watching me, oppa. Just me."
"I'm watching you," Yuta confirmed.
"Oh, oppa…" Mark's voice was getting more breathy, now. He pushed his shirt up with his free hand to get better access to his dick, and Yuta's gaze was drawn to that glimpse of smooth bare skin, then to watching Mark’s hand move on himself. "Oppa… oppaaa…"
Seeing Mark like this really did things to Yuta. Hearing Mark like this did, too. God, Yuta hadn't felt this turned on in years. Maybe ever. He was mirroring Mark’s movements, going at the pace he was going.
"Mark," he almost sobbed, so close.
"Oppa," Mark echoed, shifting ever-closer. Their noses were almost touching. Yuta pressed their foreheads together, still looking into Mark's eyes. Mark was still gasping and moaning. Yuta could feel his breath. "Oppa…"
All Yuta had to do was tip his chin up a little, so he did, and… they weren't kissing, not yet, but his intent was clear, and Mark's eyes widened, flinching back a little.
"Hyung?" Mark asked, shocked by the move, and for some reason it was that moment that Yuta came. White cum splashed onto Mark's stomach, and Yuta curled in on himself, pressing his forehead into Mark's again as his jaw clenched and he rode the wave of orgasm.
Mark was still going, and Yuta itched to help, to touch, but the fear of what he'd seen in Mark's face - that shock - stopped him. He felt strangely empty and lost as he watched the younger guy’s eyes go unfocused as he got closer and closer to the edge, and then crested into his own orgasm, Yuta feeling the stripe of cum hit the back of his hand, still holding onto his softening dick.
Mark had never looked away. Now, Yuta did instead, feigning just very casually tucking himself back in, and rolling back onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
There was silence for a long time.
Yuta could feel the cold on his skin, the cum drying inside his pants, Mark’s cum drying on his hand. A lump in Yuta’s throat stopped him from addressing what had happened. It wasn’t planned, and it couldn’t be more than just a convenient way to get off. It wasn’t allowed to be. They lived together. They worked together. However Yuta was feeling, he needed to keep it light. Casual.
He jumped as he felt Mark’s hand come to rest on his chest.
Mark was half sat up next to him in the bed, and Yuta hadn’t even noticed him move. Mark stroked him with his thumb all of a sudden, as if he was trying to soothe Yuta. His eyes were… they were full of something. Some feeling, and Yuta didn’t dare to read what, knowing what he wanted to see, and knowing that therefore it probably wasn’t that.
Mark bit his lip, looking at Yuta.
And leant down.
Yuta’s mouth opened automatically as Mark closed his eyes and kissed him, silently, sweetly, deliberately. Mark’s hand still held onto Yuta’s chest, just over his heart. Yuta didn’t know if Mark could feel how fast it was beating. Yuta whimpered a little without meaning to, letting Mark’s tongue explore his mouth, laid helplessly on the bed. It was probably wrong, but it felt right. So right.
Mark pulled off slowly and Yuta’s lips chased his, before his head thudded back down to the pillows. Mark came back down to meet him and suddenly they were kissing again, the two of them deepening the kiss and their hands moving to hold onto each other.
After a long time of making out, Mark pulled off again, and Yuta let him.
Mark cuddled into Yuta’s side, and Yuta’s arm came to rest on his waist.
“I didn’t expect that,” Mark said, simply. “At all. Ever. I really… that was… I know it wasn’t, like, planned or anything. But… you’re really special to me. You’re my oppa. The only one.”
In response, Yuta planted a kiss on his slightly sweaty forehead, breathing in his scent, and pulled him closer. He didn’t trust himself to say anything. He didn’t know what to say, or what they’d do next, but he wanted to treasure the moment, just let things be before having to worry about any of that.
So, without saying anything else, they drifted off to sleep together.