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Although Mark is happy to be finally be going on tour in a different country again, especially one as beautiful as Japan, it’s strange that he won’t immediately get to explore the sights with his members as they check into their first hotel in Nagoya for their mandatory quarantine period. It’s a reminder that whilst the world is better than it was, things are still not totally resolved. Of course he respects that normally, but today he woke up clingy, like he’s starving for affection and attention and it feels particularly annoying to him that he can’t share a room with Donghyuck now.
It’s a rare treat these days to share a room as they still live on different floors back at the dorms, but it’s also been a while since they’ve been separated because of work, so Mark had been fantasising on the flight over about doing more than holding Donghyuck’s hand under some blankets before he abruptly remembered their impending few days holed up in individual hotel rooms, watching with big sad eyes as each member was lead away one by one, leaving him alone and dissatisfied and, most importantly, without a boyfriend.
After two days of the solitude where he catches up on sleep and the movies and shows he never gets the time to watch, Mark caves first and decides to invite Donghyuck to do a live on Instagram, heart fluttering as he immediately connects to the request, the wifi laggy but bearable. Yuta joins as well so Mark can resist the temptation to make it all about Donghyuck, although he’s not sure if he succeeds as he hears his voice go deep but soft and fond as Donghyuck quickly declares that he misses him. Mark can tell it’s mostly for the fans’ benefit and yet he can’t hide his grin, relieved to know that he’s not really alone in this and that it’ll all end soon enough.
Even so, when the three of them agree to say goodbye in front of the fans, Mark decides to get into bed and call Donghyuck back in private.
“That was quick,” he quips and Mark can hear his smirk, as if he didn’t pick up eagerly on the first ring. “C’mon, tell me now. Do you miss me?”
Mark tries to play it off with a laugh, but it comes out like a giggle anyway. “You know I do.”
“Say it!”
Donghyuck is a force to be reckoned with at the best of times and, even though he feels a bit pathetic about it, Mark has to admit to himself that Donghyuck’s demands sometimes get him pretty hot under the collar, bringing out responses in him he’d be embarrassed about if Donghyuck wasn’t so shameless and encouraging. What he wants, he gets.
“Baby, I miss you,” he sighs, longing.
“Yeah? How much?”
Mark looks at his own hand, holds his palm out in front of his face as he lies in his nest of pillows, and remembers how it felt to have Donghyuck’s fingers entwined with his. A secret worth the years of keeping. The sharp pang of yearning makes him too honest. “Actually, I was thinking - ”
“ - Bit dangerous for you, but go on.”
Mark hears the jibe, but doesn’t feel it, wrapped up in lying on his bed alone, his body here, just his voice to communicate. “I was thinking when we got here that we could share a room, stuck together with nothing else to do, but be together, y’know?”
“And then they put us in separate rooms,” Donghyuck pouts, understanding. “Fuck.”
“Even in two days, I missed hearing your voice,” he confesses, putting it all out there. “I had to see you. It’s wrong that you’re not here.”
“Do you…”
Mark is surprised to hear him hesitate. “What?”
“Do you want to tell me what would happen if we were allowed to be together right now?”
“I think you know!” He laughs, but the silence on the other end of the line makes him stop abruptly and cough, a shiver racing up his spine. He presses his phone closer to his ear, like he’s listening out for any sound from Donghyuck at all. “Yeah, I’ll tell you,” he agrees hoarsely.
He hears rustling, like Donghyuck is getting out of the bed Mark saw him on during the live and it’s the opposite of what he wants him to do, but he doesn’t know how to bring it up without sounding panicked or controlling so he listens to Donghyuck moving about the room and strains to hear his breathing. For the first time, his cock twitches at the thought of a different kind of breathing. Fast and heavy, instead of slow and easy.
He realises he hasn’t said anything else when Donghyuck pipes up instead. “I’ve put my Airpods in, so I’m hands free.”
Mark opens his mouth to say it’s a good idea, but a noise in the background distracts him. “Wait, is that - is that water?”
“Mn. I’m running a bath.”
“Right now?” he squawks, as his stomach flips at the images those simple words conjure up. Alright, he wondered if they could really do this and get naked with it at some point, but he should’ve known Donghyuck would cut to the chase.
“Yes, I’ve been a very lazy boy and haven’t showered today.”
Mark groans at his teasing. “Ah shit, Donghyuck-ah,”
“What?” he giggles, pleased.
“You’re killing me here.”
The water stops after a while, the bath filled, and then there’s more intense rustling as he, Mark presumes, starts taking his clothes off and not in the way Mark had wondered about at all. “Come on then,” he sighs, probably settled into a perfectly warm bath. “Tell me all your thoughts.”
“Fuck that,” he growls, “you’re naked and wet right now, so how can I concentrate?!”
“Okay.” Donghyuck pitches his voice down patiently, calmly, and Mark can’t remember the last time he spoke like that because he’s usually moaning in his ear instead. “You know I’m in the bath, the lights are low, so what’s happening with you?”
“Um - well, you really wanna do this?” Mark can’t help checking, his heart starting to beat faster as he swallows hard. Donghyuck hums, distracted, water trickling. “I’m in the dark. Lying down on top of the covers on the bed, on my back.”
“Mn. That’s good. What else? I’m ahead of you, remember - no clothes.”
The water sloshes in Mark’s ears like Donghyuck is actually washing himself clean, slippery with soap on miles of golden skin and Mark feels his mouth go dry. “I’m fully dressed, like you saw earlier.”
“Are you still wearing your glasses?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I like you in your glasses,” he whispers sweetly. Somehow Donghyuck being that earnest pulls Mark to half mast so quickly and his hand resting casually on his thigh briefly digs into his leg. The touch grounds him as he thinks about Donghyuck’s thighs, the smoothest he’s ever felt. Maybe in the same vein that’s why he’s obsessed with Mark’s facial hair. “Take your clothes off, Mark-ya. Slowly.”
He follows as Donghyuck names the items he was wearing when they saw each other onscreen, removing them one by one at the pace he sets until Mark is bare chested and the comfortably cool air of the room pebbles his nipples as he shucks off his shorts at last. He waits for Donghyuck to say something about his boxers and hears nothing. “Okay. I’m wearing my boxers now.”
“Are you hard?”
Mark blinks into the darkness. He’s getting there for sure. “A bit.”
“I am, “Donghyuck breathes. “I washed myself clean and now I want you to make me dirty again, Mark-ya.”
A needy whimper falls from Mark’s lips and he shuts his eyes on a reflex as his cock throbs, but that just makes the visions worse, technicolour and sexy as he imagines Donghyuck rubbing himself all over, making himself pretty just for him. He palms his cock over his underwear before he can ask if it’s allowed then opens his eyes again on a gasp because it feels illicit somehow, like he’s not supposed to unless Donghyuck says.
“I’m so hard for you.”
Donghyuck whines in his ear as Mark works feverishly to catch up, his cock drooling in his boxers as his fingertips play over head. He realises belatedly that it’s a move Donghyuck likes to do to him before he goes down on him and he gets a flash of a memory of his boyfriend bent over his lap, pretty eyes staring back at him, blackened by desire, and he chokes. “Me too, baby - oh god, me too,”
He takes his hand away to see how obscenely his cock tents his underwear, sticking up and in desperate need of friction, so Mark wriggles out of his boxers. Finally on the same page as Donghyuck, he has room to spread his legs now and his hole clenches as he grips himself at the base, finger by finger curling around. It would be better to feel the ridges of Donghyuck’s bony knuckles instead, but knows they have to make the best of a bad situation and deal with it like this.
He squeezes himself as they listen to each other breathe, intimate in its yearning. They know each other so well, from so much shared history, that he can tell how Donghyuck feels from just from that, but for the purpose of phone sex, he’d still like to hear it. “Are you touching yourself yet?”
“Mm, yeah. One hand on my dick, the other on my nipple - fuck, it feels so nice already,”
“Hey Donghyuck-ah, go slow.”
He whines again as the power of their words shifts between them. Mark doesn’t mind either way because he gets to touch himself anyway, which is more than what he sometimes gets with Donghyuck in person when he feels like dominating him.
“Are your nipples hard too?” he continues, trying to match the pace of him jerking off to Donghyuck’s breaths.
“Yeah…”
“You’re so sensitive there, aren’t you? Letting anyone pinch them, curling up when they do because the pain is so damn good,”
“Mark-ya, please,”
He’s always given Donghyuck what he wants, unable to deny. “I want you inside me, baby,” he blurts out. He realises it’s true as soon as he says it and hears Donghyuck moan louder in response, water splashing in the background as he forgets to go slow and picks up the speed of touching himself.
His ass clenches around nothing again and reminds Mark that there’s a bullet vibrator in the depths of his luggage that he brought on a whim after he thought it might be nice to indulge in more than the essentials of sleep and recreation. With how busy he’s been, he can’t remember the last time he got off in a way that wasn’t a quick jerk off in the shower or a hurried make out in his or Donghyuck’s new single room.
Faced with the reality of no dick for him but his own right now, he really wants to go get that vibrator.
He tells Donghyuck as much. “I brought a vibe with me, y’know? Should I use it?”
“Oh my god, are we asking stupid questions now?!” he spits, breathless.
Mark laughs. Donghyuck is closer than he thought and he almost lets the power trip go to his head, except he suddenly has a better idea. “Tell you what, why don’t you get out of the bath so you don’t get all pruney and I’ll go get that vibe and we’ll meet on our beds?”
“Can we?”
“What?”
“Can we meet?”
Mark squeezes his cock then takes his hand away with a heavy sigh. “Donghyuck-ah, there’s rules for a reason - ”
“I don’t mean that,” he interrupts, cross, “can we FaceTime instead? I want to see you in bed.”
“Oh.” Mark hadn’t thought of that. “Yeah yeah, sure, baby.”
He’s never been more glad of the fact that he switched over to an iPhone as he leaves his phone on the nightstand to dig into his bag for lube and the vibrator, coming back to Donghyuck waiting for him, sprawled on his own matching hotel bed in a fluffy white bathrobe, the ends of his growing hair curling and damp around his Airpods still in his ears. The sliver of wet skin on show between the lapels of his robe makes Mark’s mouth water before he breaks into a grin.
“Did you even dry off? You can’t afford to catch a cold!”
Donghyuck waves his hand dismissively, “It’s fine, this will do it for me - let me see you,”
Mark lies back and lifts his phone further away from his face to give Donghyuck a better view of his shoulders and chest, biting his lip when Donghyuck murmurs his approval. After several long moments of his blatant staring though, Mark chuckles nervously. He was wrong to think seeing Donghyuck wouldn’t make a difference, the experience even more heightened. “Now what?”
“I wanna see you touch yourself for me.”
Making sure he has a good grip on his phone, Mark realises how difficult this will be one-handed. It forces him to take it slow as he keeps his gaze steady and moves his hand down, trailing his fingertips over the left side of his collarbone and lower to circle his nipples. They aren’t as sensitive as Donghyuck and he nods at him. “You too.”
He watches Donghyuck push his robe away to expose his chest and immediately pinch the hardened brown buds, hearing him sigh dreamily as he works himself back up since their brief interlude. They were already pretty hard from before, so Mark lets his hand disappear out of shot to smooth over his cock to pet his fingers behind his balls instead as Donghyuck continues to rile himself up above the waist.
“You’re holding back,” he notes, surprised. “Why?”
“If I touch my dick before you use that vibe, I’m gonna come,”
He’s pouting about it but Mark groans. “Ah shit, really?”
In an effort to comply, he flicks open the lube with his thumb and tips some into his palm to rub quickly onto his fingertips. He tries not to stain the sheets as he brings his hand down between his legs again to get his hole wet, mouth falling open.
“I can’t see,” Donghyuck complains whilst his finger nudges in, testing.
“Gimme a sec,” he promises, getting lost in the sensation and fighting his instinct because it feels like it’s been so long since he’s done this for himself. “Feels so good, actually.”
He hears Donghyuck curse sharply, bringing his his gaze on the ceiling back to the screen to see his boyfriend thumbing his nipples repeatedly with his tongue pressed to his cheek, trying to keep it together.
“You’re so good, baby,” Mark praises. The vibrator is thin and smooth in a soft buttery yellow because helplessly it reminds Mark of Donghyuck as his sunshine and if he can’t have his dick then this is the next best thing. “Gonna imagine its your dick when I put this vibe inside me, just watch.”
Even though it means he won’t see Donghyuck’s face anymore, Mark sacrifices that to turn his phone down towards his splayed knees, his heels together and pulling them to form a diamond shape with his legs, opening himself up with enough room to spill some extra lube on the vibrator and show Donghyuck how he teases the toy between his cheeks. His cock twitches in the air when the silicone slides over his rim and he regrets his hands full when he wonders if resting his phone against his heels will help. It’ll test his flexibility, but Mark Lee is nothing if not flexible.
“Yeah, looks so fucking sexy for me,” Donghyuck says as Mark presses his hips down into the bed for leverage, which opens him some more and the shiny tip of the toy sinks in. “That’s it, good boy.”
Trembling, Mark carefully lets go of the top of his phone to rest it against his heels and tries not to move his feet too much when he turns the vibe on, feeling it buzz to life inside him. With a restrained jolt, he lifts his head and shoulders off the bed to see the look on Donghyuck’s face. It makes him instantly grab his cock, drunk on the freedom of having both hands free again, even if his hips will ache from the stretch later, because all he sees is naked, unabashed want.
He can tell Donghyuck is jerking off like he is from the movement of his arm at the side of the screen and how he struggles to keep his eyes focused on Mark. “It’s only fair that you show me your dick now, Donghyuckie,” he chuckles.
One of the handful of times he does something without question, he tilts his phone down too and Mark looks his fill of his hand stroking up and down his dick, dripping wet from the bath and his precome. His torso lengthens as he stretches, his head probably thrown back on the pillow now that he doesn’t have to worry about his face being in frame.
“So gorgeous,” he says and Donghyuck moans, hips bucking upwards and Mark twists his wrist holding the toy, pushing more in viciously. “God, what I wouldn’t give to be on top of you right now, grinding my ass on your dick just how you like it, baby. Do you want that?”
“Oh my god, oh my god - ” Donghyuck gasps and the picture on the call of his dick blurs as he touches himself quicker. “Fuck yes, fuck, gonna hold you down, make you take it - ”
Electricity ripples up Mark’s spine as he presses the toy as far as it will go to meet how fast Donghyuck is spiralling towards climax, his ass swallowing the entire length with such ease, and the vibrations so intense it makes the muscles in his thighs flex and shake. He fucks down onto the pressure as best as he can like he would if Donghyuck was here, finding the rhythm between the vibe and his fist. “Yeah, yeah, wanna ride you like this, baby - touching my cock - so hard for you - ”
Breathing heavy, he wishes he thought of putting in his earphones too as the slick sounds of Donghyuck getting off and his noises bounce around the room and Mark hopes this hotel as thick walls as they hurtle towards orgasm.
Suddenly, there’s the sound of a slap and Mark flinches like he felt it, hand squeezing his cock on the upstroke, before he remembers that he can’t and that Donghyuck must’ve done it to himself. He groans anyway, dredging up more memories of his skin turning hot and tingly under his boyfriend’s enthusiastic, devilish palm. With the slaps echoing in his ears, he feels his cock kick unexpectedly against his hand and he tugs the vibrator out of his ass in the next second, the shock of the emptiness punching him straight into coming, expletives tumbling out as he shoots his load onto his quivering stomach and Donghyuck cries out.
“Yes,” he hisses, “gonna - gonna come - ”
Exhausted but happy, Mark raises up onto his forearm to watch him hit his peak onscreen too. “Come inside me, baby, fill me up,”
“No, look at me,” he pants and Mark obeys with a confused frown. “Gonna come all over your pretty little face.”
His racing heart drops to his feet at Donghyuck’s words and even moreso when he angles his phone underneath his dick to emulate the view of Mark he wants to see the most, his big brown eyes behind his round framed glasses beguilingly looking up at him, waiting, ready. To get him there, he shows Donghyuck the jizz splashed onto his belly in the aftermath and raises his knees comfortably to present his hole, shiny with lube but hardly used like it is when he gets fucked. He sinks two fingers back into himself and gasps along with Donghyuck as that is what makes him break, spurting white onto the screen with a helpless wail.
After a stunned beat of silence, Mark laughs until he’s laughing uncontrollably at Donghyuck being the hopeless one for once, basking in the obscured sight of him scrambling to clean up. “Not your best idea, baby,” he coos fondly.
“Hey, don’t laugh at me!” he spits, finally coming into clear view again. “If you were here, you’d have come on your face and who’d be laughing then?”
“I’m gonna call you Jizz Phone from now on,” he threatens playfully and Donghyuck grumbles because he know Mark wouldn’t dare as he has too much to throw back at him. “Seriously though, are you okay?”
“Peachy.” Donghyuck stretches like a cat then blows him a kiss. “I can’t believe we’ve never had phone sex before. It’s awesome!”
“We’re always together, that’s why,” Mark beams as he makes a vague effort to wipe himself down with some tissues for now.
“Well, you do these Japan shows and I’ll fly back to be with the kids so we can do that again, okay?”
He giggles at how excited Donghyuck sounds. “Not a chance! We need our main vocalist on tour, baby.” He pauses then thinks fuck it. “I need you,” he adds, softer.
“I know you do,”
“Hey!”
“What? I’m just speaking the truth! Everyone knows you’d be lost without me. Lucky for you, I need you too.”
A yawn interrupts whatever Donghyuck was about to say next and he treats Mark to a look inside his mouth to be annoying and gross. “Tired?” he snorts.
“A bit. Don’t think I can feel my legs yet.” Mark preens as he adjusts the robe that’s falling off his shoulders, sitting up to fluff his pillows again and pull something off his own nightstand. “Do you wanna watch a movie together over Skype or something?”
Mark has watched quite a few movies in the last few days, but he also will never get tired of spending quality time with his boyfriend, whether that includes sex or not, so he throws on a t-shirt and his boxers again and reaches for his laptop to settle in, post-coital, in love and making the most of the time they’ve got left before they make their dreams on tour come true.