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Mark’s eyes were glued to the screen as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. His favorite camboy, Haechan, was live and Mark, being an avid fan for months, never missed his streams. In a way, you might call him obsessed with the boy on the screen. Haechan was so cute, so sultry and he knew it and loved to show it off. It drove Mark kind of crazy.

It was mere coincidence he stumbled upon him. Mark was simply scrolling twitter when a rather suggestive picture of him popped up. It wasn’t too spicy, just a photo of him in lingerie on his bed but Mark was immediately intrigued and clicked on his profile and then followed a link of a link and… yeah, then he ended up watching his stream.

It’s not like Mark was big on porn or anything. He was a normal guy with normal needs, really, but the day he watched Haechan’s stream for the first time, the chemistry of his brain got permanently altered. Ever since then, it was simple. See Haechan, monkey brain go neuron activation. Seriously, the first time he jerked off to Haechan’s stream was the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced and many more were to follow after that.

Haechan never showed his face on stream. Understandable, Mark figured. Privacy and all. Still, it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t curious about what he looked like. He had a nice voice and an even better looking body so Mark was certain his face would match the whole package.

Despite his curiosity, Mark didn’t really need to know what Haechan looked like either way. It was kinda scummy of him and he felt absolutely filthy after the post nut clarity hit but if he was completely, hand to heart honest, he usually got off to the thought of Haechan being his crush slash best friend, Donghyuck. In fact, Mark was so captivated by Haechan because it was easy to imagine Donghyuck in his spot. All whiny moans, pretty curves and cute whimpers.

Mark was definitely going to hell for this.

And although it felt illegal to think of his best friend while busting one, he couldn’t help letting out a low groan when Haechan slipped his toy inside his hole for billionth time today. The boy was sitting on his desk chair, knees spread apart and feet propped up on the table in front of him. His hand was thrusting a lubed up glass dildo with a heart shaped base inside his wet hole and his knees were shaking with how on edge he was.

“Daddy, please, it’s too much. I need to come so bad,” the boy whined, a small gasp following as the dildo brushed against his prostate again and he shifted on the chair, rolling his hips into his hand.

Being relatively popular in the camboy scene, Haechan got regular donations on his streams and the top donator got to choose what he would do today. So, the lucky guy told Haechan to call him daddy and edge himself with his favorite toy, no dick touching, until he said he could come. It’s been at least 30 minutes and by now, both Mark’s and Haechan’s dicks were about to explode.

Mark tried to keep up with the edging, denying himself so many orgasms and he was literally about to lose his mind. But he wanted to hold on, for Haechan’s sake, and come with him together. He needed to feed his little, parasocial relationship.

A message from the top donator popped up on the screen, which read ‘beg for it and I might let you cum’. Mark’s eyes rolled back when Haechan whimpered.

“Please, daddy, I’m so close. I wanna come so bad,” the boy on the screen sobbed, desperate for release, “I’ll be so good for you, daddy. I’ll be a good boy, please let me come. Please, please, please”

Mark couldn’t tear his eyes off the screen when Haechan shoved the toy all the way in, his hole swallowing it almost entirely and he felt his dick twitch in his hand.

Another message appeared with a ping. ‘Good boy, cum for daddy’.

And with that, Haechan tilted his head back, his hand thrusting the dildo inside himself at an insane pace. Mark fisted his dick so hard it might snap in half and Haechan’s sweet whines only fueled his quickening pace. The boy let out a porn worthy moan and his entire body spasmed as he fucked himself with his toy relentlessly. Mark’s thumb brushed over his tip one last time before he came with a long groan.

His whole body tensed up and his vision went kind of blurry when his orgasm hit him harder than ever before. His dick twitched in his hand, squirting ropes of come over his abs and he kept stroking himself until he milked the last drop from his length. On screen, Haechan was bucking his hips to meet his dildo, and he was sure the boy was crying when he finally found release.

“Fuck, fuck, it feels so good, daddy. Oh my God,” he babbled, body shaking from pleasure as he came untouched.

Haechan kept riding the toy, probably abusing the shit out of his prostate because Mark could clearly see his dick still throbbing when nothing was coming out anymore. Haechan mewled, his knees closing involuntarily from the overstimulation and Mark thought he looked so cute, he could definitely come again.

Haechan’s hole was glistening from the lube when he eventually pulled out the dildo, dropping it on the chair and his heavy breathing filled the room. Mark was still recovering from his own orgasm and ran a hand through his hair.

“Fuck, guys, that was so intense,” Haechan let out a breathy laugh, chest still heaving, “Oh my God, I came so hard”

Me too, Mark thought, watching the boy swish his fingers around in the cum on his chest through half lidded eyes. Haechan took a swoop of the liquid, bringing it to his lips that were barely in the frame and sucked it off the digits. Mark tilted his head back and let out a long sigh. Surely he couldn’t get hard within this short of a timespan, could he?

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After the first few times he had jerked off to Haechan’s streams thinking about his best friend, it was hard for Mark to look Donghyuck in the eyes. The younger didn’t have the faintest clue that Mark was using his mental image to get off and it was probably for the better. Donghyuck was his best friend. He didn’t want to risk losing him. But he was also just a man with needs.

Their friends Jaemin, Jeno and Renjun kept telling him it was painfully obvious how Mark was in love with Donghyuck and that Donghyuck was a massive idiot for not noticing. The three of them probably had bets over when Mark and Donghyuck would finally get together but Mark lived in a place called denial and was convinced Donghyuck saw him as nothing but a best friend.

A couple of days later, Haechan was live again and as soon as Mark got the notification, he threw himself on his desk chair and went to the stream. Haechan was just greeting everyone, sitting on his bed in a ridiculously oversized shirt and presumably nothing underneath, the way Mark knew him. He could feel his dick throb at the thought of it.

Once a nice number of viewers had gathered – it really took no time at all – Haechan proceeded with his stream.

“Hello everyone, welcome back,” he waved at the camera and folded his fingers into a heart, “I got some new stuff and wanted to do an unboxing with you before the fun starts. I’ll show you and then you can choose what I do, okay? Okay!”

Mark’s lips twitched into a smile hearing his cute voice. He wasn’t sure if it was staged or naturally this adorable but either way, it did things to Mark.

The lights of the room were dimmed and it set a relaxing mood but Mark was already tingly all over in anticipation for today’s stream.

As promised, Haechan put a cardboard box on his lap and rummaged through it to pull out the first new toy he bought. It was a metallic silver butt plug from the looks of it and Mark’s dick was definitely coming to life now.

“So, I got this super cute butt plug and, get this, it vibrates and it’s remote controlled through an app,” Haechan explained excitedly, “Which means all you need to do is download the app for it and then I can give one of my lovely viewers the code and they can go crazy with the controls. It will be so fun!”

Fun. Yes, definitely. Mark could hardly wait to hear the sounds Haechan would make with that thing on the highest setting.

“Next up is this super realistic looking dildo,” the boy on screen continued and Mark’s eyes widened at the size of the fake dick, “It even has little veins. Y’all would go crazy if I sucked this, wouldn’t you?”

Haechan giggled, his tongue darting out to give a teasing lick to the tip of the nude colored toy and Mark had to bite back a groan. He palmed himself through his sweatpants. His dick was already half hard and Haechan hadn’t even gotten naked yet.

“Oh, and I got some cum lube! It’s basically just lube but well, it looks like cum,” he explained matter of factly, “Can’t wait to live out my breeding fantasies with this, ugh”

Mark’s cock throbbed again. Fuck, he would do a lot of things to get his dick inside Haechan and breed him as much as the boy wanted. Fill him up to the brim until his cum spilled back out. He slipped a hand inside his pants and under his boxers, stroking himself slowly.

Haechan continued to show the rest of his haul. There was some freaky shit like nipple clamps, a tentacle looking dildo and a butt plug with a tail, which Mark wasn’t exactly into but Haechan could make a sack of potatoes look sexy so he didn’t even care.

“So, what should I use today, hm?” he asked, leaning closer to his screen, “What would you guys like to see?”

Immediately, the chat was spammed with messages suggesting all kinds of things the boy could do to himself. Haechan visibly enjoyed his viewers enthusiasm, giggling cutely again and Mark bit his lip as he wrapped his fingers around his length.

“Seems like everyone likes the butt plug idea already, wow,” Haechan mused when he read the chat, “But you really want me to suck the dildo too, hm? Ah decisions, decisions” Haechan tut-tutted, shaking his head in amusement. “How about this, I put the plug in and let one of you control it while sucking this guy here?” Haechan picked up the realistic looking dildo, waving it around with a smile on his lips.

This idea was met with high approval and the chat was once again filled with a ton of texts which made Haechan laugh in response.

“Okay, okay, y’all are very eager today. Now, who should I give the code for the remote control too?” The boy thought out loud as he finally pulled his shirt over his head.

Mark’s hips bucked up into his fist seeing Haechan’s bare chest and to his surprise, he wasn’t actually completely naked, save for the tiny thong barely covering his half hard dick. Mark felt like his skin was burning up from arousal when Haechan lifted his legs onto the bed and spread his knees apart. The string did absolutely nothing to hide his puckering hole and Mark tightened his grip around his shaft.

It took everything in him to not pick up the pace and jerk off already. The show was only beginning so he really had to get a damn grip.

Haechan really knew how to play his viewers and so the donations started coming in one after the other, fighting over the control of the plug. Mark would have loved to take part in it but he wasn’t planning on going broke over a camboy. At least not today. The highest bidder was already way above his budget. Maybe another day.

In the meantime, the boy on screen reached for the lube, coating his fingers in it generously and rubbing some of it over his entrance. His hole opened and closed greedily, almost sucking his fingers in at the contact and Mark let out a ragged breath. After a few strokes, Haechan finally pushed the first finger in. It slipped inside so easily, Mark felt a bit dizzy.

Haechan mewled as he pumped his finger in slowly, adding a second one shortly after in preparation for the butt plug. He spread his digits apart, scissoring his hole and Mark rubbed his thumb over the tip of his dick. He was leaking precum like crazy at this point, his mind racing with images of Donghyuck in Haechan’s place. Spread out on the bed for him, puckering hole on display and two fingers buried inside his ass. God, Mark wanted it so bad.

The camboy took his sweet time, sliding his fingers in and out while moaning in a way that had Mark’s head spinning. His hole was swallowing his fingers so greedily and Mark ached to put his hands on him.

After a few minutes, the donations came to a halt when one guy seriously spent 500 dollars and thus, the winner of the plug controls was decided. Haechan gave one last thrust into his ass before pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the bedsheets.

“Wow, you guys seriously went crazy,” he chuckled when he saw the notifications, “Alright then, let’s get this sorted out”

Without further ado, Haechan grabbed his newly acquired butt plug, squeezing some lube on it before rubbing it over his entrance and pushing it in easily. A little gasp escaped his lips as his hole widened and closed around the plug and Mark groaned when the other’s dick twitched visibly. He really needed to slow down his strokes or else he would come without Haechan even getting to the dildo sucking part.

Haechan grabbed his phone, presumably opening the app for the controls and the next second, a faint buzzing noise filled the room. The boy yelped in surprise, his knees jolting when the butt plug started vibrating.

“Oh, yeah, it works,” he laughed breathily, half suppressing a moan, “Fuck, this is really good. Okay, let me send you the code for this thing”

Mark was staring at his screen intensely, sucking in every detail of where the toy was lodged inside the boy and Haechan’s legs were shaking when he leaned over to his keyboard to send the code to his donator.

“Alright, try changing the intensity,” he said, leaning back on his bed again and Mark groaned when his eyes met with Haechan’s lower body again.

Some of the lube was trickling out from under the base of the plug and suddenly Haechan let out a high moan when the setting of the vibration changed. He mewled, his toes curling as the buzzing got louder and Mark had to grip the base of his dick to stop himself from coming right then and there.

“Fuck, fuck. It definitely works”

The viewer with the controls was probably having the time of his life, going up and down in the settings and Haechan’s hand were shaking when he picked up the dildo that he had promised to suck off.

The boy shifted on his bed, his head inching closer to the camera to give a lick to the tip of his toy. His tongue dipped into the slit, running along crease before wrapping his lips around the head. Mark’s hand worked its way up and down his own length again, his dick throbbing when Haechan slipped half of the dildo inside his mouth.

The buzzing sound changed again, almost entirely disappearing before increasing tenfold and Haechan’s body jerked at the sudden intensity. He let out a whimper that was muffled by the cock in his mouth and Mark tilted his head back with a grunt.

Haechan took out the dildo again, licking a long stripe from the base to the tip and swirled his tongue around it. “Hm, it’s so big. I’m not sure I can take all of it”

Immediately, the chat was filled with a flood of encouraging words and praises, urging him to push the toy further down his throat and Haechan’s lips twitched into a smile.

Then he slipped it in again, whiny noises leaving his throat when the butt plugs settings where changed at least five times within the span of ten seconds. His knees wobbled as the dick in his mouth bottomed out and Mark fucked his hips up into his hand. There was a wet patch on his sweatpants from all the precum collecting on his tip and he quickly moved his thumb to spread it over his length.

Haechan started bobbing his head on the dildo, sliding the entire length inside his mouth. Mark groaned when he saw the outline of the toy in the boy’s throat and honestly, he was kind of impressed Haechan didn’t choke on it, considering its sheer size. His hand picked up the pace, stroking himself faster as Haechan sped up as well.

Mark’s mind wandered again, imagining his best friend sucking him off. Donghyuck with his pretty, plump lips locked around Mark’s cock, teary eyes glancing at him and his breath hitched at the fantasy. Donghyuck would surely make the cutest, whiny sounds when Mark comes and spills himself down his throat. His dick pulsed in his hand.

Haechan, meanwhile, was deepthroating the dildo like his life depended on it and by now, his body was shuddering from the way the intensity of the vibrations kept changing. Mark had no doubt that the butt plug was a good investment. The boy’s dick was red and glistening from precum and Mark was sure he was already close to coming untouched.

Not even a minute later, Haechan made a strangled noise as he reached his climax, cum squirting from his dick onto his mattress and Mark bit back a groan at the sight. He fisted his own cock harder, rubbing as fast as his arm would let him until he finished as well, coating his shirt and parts of his sweats in white ropes.

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“I was thinking about getting a tattoo,” Donghyuck said casually, mouth half stuffed with his favorite food - kimchi stew.

Mark looked up from his bowl to raise a skeptical yet curious eyebrow. “Of what?”

Donghyuck shrugged before digging in again. “Dunno. Maybe, like, a sunflower. Something pretty”

Anything would look pretty on you, Mark wanted to say. He smiled, huffing a small laugh through his nose. “You know tattoos hurt, yeah?”

“I’m not a pussy,” Donghyuck scoffed, lips pursing into a pout, “I can take it”

“Just don’t come crying to me about how painful it was afterwards,” Mark snickered.

Donghyuck blew a raspberry at him in return.

A few days later, Mark got a message from his best friend, with a photo attached to it. He really did it, Mark thought as he looked at the picture of a sunflower blooming on the side of what looked like Donghyuck’s stomach, just above his hip bone. The skin around it was still red and irritated, indicating how fresh the piece was and Mark smiled to himself. The tattoo was so Donghyuck. Bright, vibrant, but elegant.

The mere placement of the flower did things to Mark’s brain. Just thinking about Donghyuck laying on that bench in the tattoo studio, pants and boxers hanging low on his hips to expose enough skin for the artist to do his job, had Mark gulping dryly. Damn the lucky bastard who got to touch him there. Perhaps Mark should consider becoming a tattoo artist.

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It had been an extremely exhausting week for Mark filled with exams and project deadlines and he honestly couldn’t wait for his head to hit his pillow and sleep for approximately twenty hours, give or take, followed by a weekend of doing absolutely nothing.

After a well deserved shower, he threw himself onto his mattress, grabbing his phone from the nightstand to check social media until he’d pass out or something. But then a notification popped up. Haechan was live.

And there went his desire to sleep.

Without any second thoughts he clicked on the notification that immediately took him to the stream of his beloved camboy. Frankly, he was getting slightly blue-balled with how busy his schedule had been the past week and jerking off might just be exactly what he needed before a goodnight’s sleep.

When the stream loaded, Haechan appeared on Mark’s screen, dressed in a white satin robe, that was already hanging off one of his shoulders. He could see a strap peeking out from where his shoulder was exposed, and Mark’s dick twitched in excitement of what that would mean. Haechan was probably wearing lingerie under that robe. God have mercy on him.

Haechan waved cutely at the camera as more viewers gathered and Mark got comfortable on his pillow, one hand trailing down his chest to his hips, rubbing himself over his boxers.

“Hi guys! Are you happy to see me?” Haechan giggled coyly, crossing one leg over the other. “I got all dressed up for you today”

The boy pushed the robe off his other shoulder, revealing a lacey, pink bralette underneath and Mark sucked in a breath. He felt a rush of blood heading south, slowly but surely making his dick come to life at the sight of Haechan’s body.

Haechan ran a hand over his chest, circling his fingers around his nipples as he bit his lip. A small whimper escaped his lips as he tugged at his chest, played with the buds until they stiffened and just like that, Mark was throbbing inside his boxers.

“Wish I had someone here to play with my nipples,” Haechan whined, sneaking his hand under the fabric after licking his fingers, “They’re so sensitive” With another sweet cry, he rolled one of them between his fingers, teasing the buds until his whimpers turned into needy moans and Mark gripped his clothed hard on.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, as he thumbed over the damp spot where the head was pressed against the fabric. Haechan was just teasing himself, causing Mark’s dick to leak precum like crazy. He felt a bit pathetic.

Haechan undid the band that held the robe together at his waist and took the piece off altogether, tossing it somewhere behind him. Then he stood up, posing in front of the camera to show off his outfit. He was wearing matching pink panties that looked so good on his hips, Mark felt the need to bite his pillow. That wasn’t the only thing that caught his attention though.

Something yellow shimmered on the side on his stomach. It was faint in the dimmed light but other viewers seemed to pick up on it too, asking about it in the chat. Haechan leaned closer to the camera to read the messages, chuckling as he took a step forward.

“Oh, yeah. I got this tattoo a few days ago,” he explained, turning his body so everyone could get a better view of the piece, “It’s a sunflower! Cute, right?”

That’s when Mark froze. His hand halted, his breath staggered and his eyes widened as he stared at the screen. At the perfect replica of Donghyuck’s tattoo. An exact copy. That must be a crazy coincidence. It had to be. There was no other explanation, Mark told himself. The noise of the stream faded into the background as Mark’s racing thoughts took over his brain.

It was just a sunflower. Sunflowers were normal motifs. Really, a totally normal thing to get tattooed. There’s probably thousands of people with sunflower tattoos. No reason to freak out. Everything was totally fine. Yup. Definitely.

Except it wasn’t. Who was he kidding? Mark swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat, his eyes focusing on the image before him again. Haechan was still showing off the tattoo, posing cutely in his pretty lingerie. Mark shook his head and then rubbed his eyes. It couldn’t possibly be. The placement, the design, it was too perfect. It was too similar.

He threw his phone away as if it was a hot tray of cookies fresh from the oven. Only that Mark felt sick to his stomach. All of Haechan’s past streams flashed before his eyes. The way he spoke, the sound of his giggles, hell, even the shape of his body. Mark should have noticed. It was painfully obvious in hindsight. It made sense. Then why did it sound so absurd to Mark’s ears?

Haechan was Donghyuck. His best friend. His crush. The source of his wet dreams.

Either that or Haechan just happened to get the exact same tattoo as Donghyuck. In the exact same spot with the same colors. Yeah, he realized how dumb that sounded. Fuck.

It was insane. Mark should feel overjoyed. He should be happy, that his favorite fucking camboy turned out to be his crush. Yet, all that was bubbling in his chest was… an undefined feeling. Distress? Confusion? Disgust?

Maybe a bit of everything.

He slapped his hands over his face. What were the chances this was all a bad dream and he’d wake up any moment and then Haechan’s tattoo was gone, as if it never existed and all this never happened? He tried pinching his thigh, yelping at the sting and rubbing the spot a second later with a pout. This was real. He had to face it. Haechan was Donghyuck.

Mark made a noise, a mix of a scoff and a laugh, as he thought about how he was literally fantasizing about Haechan being Donghyuck a week ago. And now here he was, having a meltdown over the fact that his fantasy had come true.

How the fuck was he gonna look Donghyuck in the eyes after this?

Oh God, he had to pretend this never happened. He had to pretend that he didn’t know of Donghyuck’s online persona and then make himself believe it as well. He had to unsubscribe from Haechan’s channel and delete his godforsaken nsfw twitter account and maybe burn his phone while he was at it - just to be safe.

For a split second, Mark honestly wondered what would happen if he simply told Donghyuck he watched his streams. How would he react? If this was a badly written porn, Donghyuck would probably pounce on him and they’d end up having crazy sex. However, this was real life. So the more realistic scenario was Donghyuck being outraged, disgusted and disappointed. Mark, his best friend, delighting in watching him shove all kinds of toys up his ass? Absolutely appalling.

No, he couldn’t possibly tell him. Donghyuck would definitely hate him. And Mark couldn’t lose his best friend over something his horny brain made him do. In all fairness, it was an honest mistake. Haechan never showed his face so could you really blame Mark for being slow? Sure, he should have put two and two together but he was too blinded by the perfect opportunity to get off to a cute whiny boy playing with himself until he was crying. What was Mark supposed to do? Say no?

Mark sighed. Extensively. His phone was laying somewhere on the end of his bed, the display facing the mattress, and Mark wasn’t quite sure if he even wanted to pick it up again. He felt ashamed. He was a horrible best friend. Who the hell uses his best friend to jerk off? Crush or not, that was just wrong! Now Mark kinda wanted to cry. What happened to being a good Christian boy? His innocence was long thrown out the window.

He felt the desperate need to disappear, so he tucked his blanket up to his chin. Not a chance he was getting any sleep tonight. But he also didn’t dare use any of his electronic devices for the rest of the evening so he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shake off the images of Haechan – no, Donghyuck – with his pretty legs spread wide open, doing unspeakable things to his hole.

This was going to be a long night.

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Did Mark say last week was exhausting? He was wrong. This week was exhausting. Last week was child’s play and this was the final boss. He had successfully avoided Donghyuck for almost four days now. And that was no easy task by any means. Donghyuck was clingy, persistent and stubborn. And smart. There was no way he didn’t notice that Mark was purposely ignoring his messages and taking detours around campus to not cross paths with him.

He simply wasn’t ready to face him yet. After last weekend’s revelations, Mark was still too much of a nervous wreck to look Donghyuck in the eyes and pretend everything was normal. He was still coming to terms with the fact his best friend was a famous camboy and presented his body – and pleasure – for nearly everyone’s eyes. Donghyuck, his best friend and crush. Yeah it kinda felt like shit.

Okay, maybe it was also a tiny bit hot. At least now Mark knew that Donghyuck was definitely kinda freaky. Not boring at all. And he was into a lot of stuff that Mark was into as well. Which meant they were quite compatible. Sexually.

Why the fuck was he even thinking about that? Him and Donghyuck would never do anything remotely sexy together. Donghyuck probably wouldn’t touch his dick with a ten feet pole. Somehow, that made Mark’s stomach turn.

“Dude, are you okay?” Jeno asked as he sat down next to him in the cafeteria. Jaemin and Renjun joined shortly after, sitting opposite them.

“You look kinda constipated,” Renjun snorted, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“What? Yeah… I’m good. Great,” Mark mumbled in reply, poking around on his plate with his fork.

“You’re a horrible liar,” Jaemin stated.

“Spit it out,” Renjun squinted, leaning forward on the table.

Mark glanced up from his plate to muster his friends. He couldn’t possibly tell them Donghyuck was a camboy. Let alone that he had jerked off to him, albeit unknowingly. Ish.

“Did you fight with Hyuck again? He seemed pissy when I saw him earlier,” Jeno pondered, rubbing his chin.

Mark flinched at the mere mention of his name.

“So it is about Hyuck,” Jaemin smirked, pointing his fork at Mark, “Spill or perish”

Mark gulped visibly and started fidgeting with his napkin. He shouldn’t tell them. That would be a violation of Donghyuck’s privacy, right? He couldn’t humiliate Donghyuck – or himself. Renjun, Jaemin and Jeno stared at him expectantly and Mark felt himself shrink under their gaze. Now he started to wonder if any of them could have stumbled upon Donghyuck’s stream too. Did they possibly know about his extracurricular occupation?

“It’s just… Do you guys know if he has, uhm… like a side job? Or something?” Mark’s mouth was faster than his brain and the words came out before he could stop himself. He quickly took a sip of his juice to stop babbling.

His three friends exchanged a glance, an unreadable vibe taking over their conversation that immediately freaked Mark out. It was quiet for a second before Renjun opened his mouth.

“Do you mean his streams?”

Mark nearly choked on his apple juice, spitting the drink halfway across the table.

“You guys know about that?!” Mark screamed and then lowered his voice when half the room turned to the four of them. “What the fuck?”

“You… didn’t know he’s a camboy?” Jeno asked, gaping in total bewilderment. As if Mark was the one who said something crazy.

“You knew?!” Mark whisper-screeched, feeling his soul leave his body. Holy shit. No way this was happening.

“Uhm, yeah? We thought you did too,” Renjun gave him an incredulous look.

“Hold on… How did you find out if you didn’t know?” Jaemin said slowly, squinting at the eldest.

Mark nearly fainted on the spot, words dying in his throat. Shit. Fuck. Was he really about to admit that he jerked off to his cam shows?

“Did you…,” Jeno started, carefully, “Did you watch one of his streams?”

Mark bit his lip and nodded tentatively. Jaemin burst into laughter upon that confirmation.

“Holy shit, Mark! Wait, wait, wait. Did you jerk off to his show? Oh my fucking God”

Renjun slapped a hand over his mouth as he started cracking up as well and Jeno bit his lip to suppress his laugh so hard, it fucking started bleeding. Mark had never felt so humiliated, his whole head flushing scarlet in embarrassment.

“Dude,” Jaemin clapped his hands and stomped his feet in glee, “That’s so fucking hilarious”

“No fucking way you actually busted one over him. Did you realize it was him?” Jeno wheezed.

“Only after he got the tattoo and I saw it on the stream…,” Mark admitted quietly, his voice somewhat strangled by the growing suicidal thoughts inside his brain.

“Fuck, this is amazing,” Renjun wiped a tear from his eye.

“No, it’s fucking not,” Mark groaned, banging his head on the table, “Why didn’t you guys tell me what he does?”

“How were we supposed to know you’re rubbing one out over your bestie?” Jaemin snickered with a shit eating grin.

“I didn’t know it was him! I didn’t do it, like, knowingly! It wasn’t on purpose!” Mark clarified with a pathetic whine, somehow attempting to save his dignity.

“Ah, and then you found out it’s him and now you’re avoiding him like the plague,” Jeno rubbed his chin as he came to that conclusion and Mark nodded.

“I can’t look him in the eyes and pretend I didn’t see the things I saw”

“You could tell him,” Renjun suggested and Mark’s eyes almost jumped out of his skull.

“No?? What the fuck. I haven’t even processed all of this yet”

“So you’ll tell him eventually?” Jaemin arched an eyebrow.

Mark scoffed. “No. I’ll take this to my grave, I’m afraid”

“You’ll just pretend everything’s normal? Lie to his face when he asks why you’re acting weird?” Renjun shot him a full on ‘are you serios’ look.

Mark chewed his lip. All his options sucked. He knew that, and his friends really weren’t helping his case. He didn’t want to tell Donghyuck what a scummy best friend he was, jacking off to his cam shows, but he was also a horrible liar and it was just a matter of time until Donghyuck figured out what was going on.

“Technically, Mark doesn’t have to tell him anything,” Jeno shrugged, leaning back on his chair.

“Uhm, yes he does? We’re talking about Hyuck here. His best friend. Of course he has to tell him eventually,” Jaemin argued.

“They’re both adults. Nothing illegal going on here,” Jeno retorted.

“Jeno has a point,” Renjun agreed.

“Secretly jerking off to his bestie’s shows is just wrong,” Jaemin scrunched up his face uneasily.

“Ethically, but legally? Not really,” Renjun stated.

“Hyuck puts himself out there willingly. It’s not like he can control who’s watching so there’s always been a chance that any of us could stumble upon the stream,” Jeno elaborated.

“Okay, fine. Y’all have a point. But don’t you feel bad for not telling him?” Jaemin pouted at Mark.

“Well, what the fuck am I supposed to say? ‘Hey I watch your streams every other day’? That’s gonna be so weird. He’d be grossed out,” the eldest sighed, burying his face in his hands.

“I mean…,” Jaemin pondered, “Maybe he’d feel flattered”

“True. If y’all rubbed one out to my show I’d feel flattered,” Jeno nodded.

“Okay, gross,” Renjun retched.

Mark whined. He wasn’t any smarter than he was half an hour ago. To tell or not to tell. He felt like either choice would make him want to die. Who would have thought that this situation would actually cause more harm than good? Mark had fantasized about scenarios where Haechan turned out to be Donghyuck but it was usually explored in a horny state of mind and ended with the image of him rearranging Donghyuck’s insides.

Now he was in an impossible impasse. He felt like he was about to lose Donghyuck either way. He’d either push him away because he couldn’t muster up the balls to talk to him about it, or Donghyuck cut all ties with him after a confession. Perhaps he should consider offing himself as a third option.

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Donghyuck was pissed. Like, fuming. Mark had left him on read for the billionth time this week and he was getting fed up with his stupid ass. Mark knew Donghyuck hated getting ignored. And Donghyuck knew that Mark wasn’t one to just ignore him without reason. Usually, the reason in question was some stupid fight that would be settled after a day or two but this time, no such fight had taken place.

He was currently stomping up the stairs to Chenle’s house after being invited to his birthday party which he could hardly say no to. But more importantly, Mark was coming too. Meaning, there was a real chance he wouldn’t run away from Donghyuck this time and the younger could actually confront him about his shitty behavior. If all of his plans failed, he knew he could count on his friends getting Mark drunk enough to spill all his secrets anyway.

The older was nowhere to be seen yet, but to be fair, Donghyuck had arrived rather early. Not many of the guests were gathered at this point, so Donghyuck made a beeline for the kitchen to pour himself a drink. He sipped his peach flavored soju, staring at the front door pointedly when he felt Jaemin bump into his shoulder.

“You look agitated,” he commented with a nod to Donghyuck’s face.

“Mark is still ghosting me,” he replied grumpily, “I’m gonna make him talk tonight”

Jaemin gave him a lopsided grin. “Good luck with that. I can help you drink him under the table until he talks”

“Thanks, Nana. I knew I could count on you,” Donghyuck sighed dreamily and batted his eyelashes at him.

They laughed and clinked their plastic cups before downing their drinks together. At least Jaemin was on his side.

A while later, Mark finally showed up and Donghyuck walked over, fiercely kabedoning him before the older could escape.

“Well, well, well. So you’re alive after all,” Donghyuck barked, glaring at his allegedly best friend.

“Hey, Hyuck. I, uh, was pretty busy last week. Sorry,” Mark chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck as he shrunk under Donghyuck’s gaze.

“Bullshit. You’re never too busy to reply to my yapping”

“I actually was, though! Deadlines and exams do that to a motherfucker…”

Donghyuck narrowed his eyes, squinting threateningly as he leaned closer. He didn’t buy it. Mark must have been abducted by aliens because the REAL Mark would at least send a bunch of sad emojis before explaining how booked he was. This behavior was highly suspicious.

But then again, Mark had a tendency to be somewhat of an idiot. Sometimes he even forgot to eat so Donghyuck had to come over and force him to eat the ramen he’d inevitable cook up for him before tucking him into his bed and staying until he fell asleep. Mark Lee just happened to be a big baby in an adult’s body. And Donghyuck had gone pro in pampering him.

“I’ll forgive you under one condition,” Donghyuck said slowly as he backed away, “You have to drink with me. A lot. None of that apple juice only crap. We’re college students and this is Chenle’s party. We have to get drunk”

Mark opened and closed his mouth like a fish. It looked like he was about to decline but Donghyuck kept staring intensely and that seemed to break the older’s resolve. He gave in with a sigh and agreed reluctantly, making Donghyuck squeal happily. After being ignored for a whole week he deserved to have some fun with his best friend.

A couple hours and a few drinking games later, Donghyuck’s blood alcohol level was higher than his GPA and yet he felt amazing. It had been way too long since he last got properly drunk at one of Chenle’s parties. Usually because Mark liked to play the mature adult card and supervised Donghyuck’s every drink, ensuring the younger wouldn’t do something he’d regret the next day.

Not tonight, though, because Mark already looked severely more wasted than Donghyuck, which made the younger giggle to himself. His friend had a pink flush to his face and his eyelids were slightly droopy when their friend group gathered to sit on the floor and play a game of truth or dare. Chenle had actually managed to convince them, as if they were a bunch of highschoolers. Donghyuck was thrilled though.

They used an empty glass bottle to spin in the middle and with everyone in a more than intoxicated state, the game became messy quickly. Just a few minutes in and Jaemin was giving Renjun a lap dance. Jisung, Chenle’s boyfriend, was forced to eat a spoonful of wasabi and Donghyuck had to kiss Jeno on the lips at some point. Mark had a sleepy expression but somehow it darkened when Donghyuck settled back down in his spot after swapping spit with their friend.

The next round, Mark chose dare and it was promptly suggested he play seven minutes in heaven with whoever the bottle points to next. Lo and behold, it landed on none other than Donghyuck. Said person giggled as the two of them were shoved into a broom closet, Mark stumbling into his arms slightly as the alcohol made him unable to walk straight anymore.

They leaned on opposite walls facing each other and Donghyuck mustered the older curiously as Mark stared at him. “You’re pretty drunk, huh?” He asked rhetorically, laughing.

“Jus’ a bit” Mark pouted, his speech slightly slurred but still intelligible. He was swaying from side to side, probably unintentionally, and Donghyuck figured his head must be spinning. Mark had a horrible alcohol tolerance. It was kinda cute.

“So, why did you really ignore me last week?” Donghyuck tried again, determined to tickle the truth out of his drunken state.

Mark gaped at him and blinked a few times, as if his brain was processing the words in slow motion. Donghyuck waited – for his standards – patiently, but Mark took too long to answer for his liking. He opened his mouth to probe deeper but then the older beat him to it.

“I found your channel”

Donghyuck arched his eyebrows. “My channel?”

Mark nodded. “You’re Haechan. Watched your streams. You looked pretty”

His streams-

Oh.

Oh.

“My… streams? You mean my cam shows? ” Donghyuck repeated, unsure whether he misheard or was going crazy.

“Yeah, that,” Mark confirmed, nodding multiple times.

Donghyuck’s jaw dropped. Holy shit. This was the last thing he’d ever expected to hear coming out of Mark’s mouth. Out of all the things that could possibly warrant ghosting him for a week. Out of all the people who could have seen his shows, it was his best friend, Mark Lee. Wow. Now THAT was some hot tea.

“Did you now?” Donghyuck smirked, suddenly feeling smug as shit.

Mark nodded innocently again, clearly unaware of what his drunk self was spilling there and Donghyuck sauntered over to him. This was actually great. The initial panic subsided and was replaced by something more curious. Mark said he looked pretty.

Donghyuck placed a hand on Mark’s chest, trailing it up and over his broad shoulders sensually. Mark’s eyes wandered over his face, his expression unreadable, or perhaps he was too out of it due to the alcohol in his system.

Shit, hold up. Wait. Donghyuck couldn’t just seduce Mark right here and now. He was drunk. They both were, but Mark more so. He couldn’t take advantage of his best friend’s state. That was a scummy thing to do and Donghyuck would much rather hear an earnest confession once they sobered up.

Their closet time was over anyway, as the door was yanked open by Chenle who yelled at them to come out already. Donghyuck stepped outside the tiny room, announcing with his full chest “I’m gay!”. Only a very drunk Jeno chuckled at this pathetic dad joke.

Afterwards, they played a few more rounds but when half the players were close to blacking out or dozing off, they decided to call it a night. Donghyuck was about to call an uber but Chenle offered his friends to just crash in the multiple guest rooms. That’s how Donghyuck ended up dragging Mark upstairs, shoving him onto the bed and ripping his jeans off his legs before collapsing next to him to fall into a deep slumber.

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The entire evening was a blur to Mark. He had no idea what on earth happened at Chenle’s party or where he was when he woke up. And certainly not why he was tangled up with Donghyuck’s body, one of his arms draped over the younger’s waist as his best friend snuggled into his chest. He jumped away from Donghyuck like a scalded cat, the sudden movement causing the other to stir and grumble before cracking an eye open.

“Wha- What happened? Where are we?” Mark screeched hoarsely, looking around.

“Chill. We’re in Chenle’s guest room. He offered for us to crash here,” Donghyuck explained groggily.

“Oh,” Mark said and then his face morphed into a pained expression. All of a sudden he was hit with the droning headache of the inevitable hangover. That must be the infamous consequences of his own actions. “Fuck,” he hissed, lifting his hands to rub his temples.

“Yep. There’s water on the nightstand,” Donghyuck chuckled, sinking back into the pillow.

Mark spun around and grabbed the bottle, chugging down at least half a liter. It didn’t fix the headache, but at least he felt slightly refreshed when he turned back to lay down again.

“I don’t remember shit. Did we… do something stupid?” Mark asked quietly, evidently feeling shy about the possibility of certain things happening in this bed.

“Nah. It was pretty tame,” Donghyuck laughed, until he remembered their little round of seven minutes in heaven. Mark might have been too drunk to be teased back then but there was nothing wrong with picking up where they left off now. “Although… there was one thing I found interesting”

Mark blinked curiously. “What is it?”

Donghyuck smirked. “You really don’t remember? Nothing? Like, nothing nothing?”

“I already told you I don’t,” Mark frowned, his lips curling into a tiny, adorable pout.

For a second, Donghyuck considered withholding the precious intel he had gathered last night, but it was simply too much fun to tease Mark. “Well, you happened to tell me that you watched my streams,” he said after a pause and Mark’s expression dropped.

“I- what?” The older’s eyes widened in horror. Surely he misheard that. No way he had let that slip. He was so adamant about not letting loose this past week and his drunk self fucked it all up in one evening? How the fuck?

“No need to be shy about it now, Markie,” Donghyuck giggled and scooched closer before placing his hands on Mark’s chest.

“I… ,” Mark was at a loss for words. Did he really tell Donghyuck? Or was it perhaps one of their friends who slipped up? “I told you that?”

Donghyuck nodded, a tiny smirk dancing around his pretty lips. His plush, pink lips that looked so kissable and were only a few inches away from Mark’s. Fuck. Shit, fuck.

“You were pretty drunk. But you said that’s why you avoided me last week,” the younger elaborated and started rubbing his hands over Mark’s chest, lowkey feeling him up.

Mark gulped. He was screwed. How the hell was he supposed to get out of this situation? Maybe he should push Donghyuck away, grab his pants and make a run for it. Except, he couldn’t. His body was frozen despite burning up on the inside at Donghyuck’s touch.

“Did you like watching me play with myself?” Donghyuck whispered, one hand trailing lower, brushing over the waistband of Mark’s boxers. “Did you get off?”

Mark’s heart started racing. His breath hitched as Donghyuck’s hand cupped his dick through the fabric. This couldn’t be real. This must be a dream. Donghyuck wouldn’t do that. Was he still drunk?

“Hyung,” that snapped Mark out of his thoughts and he met Donghyuck’s beautiful brown eyes, “Did you? Did you get off to my streams?”

He almost felt ashamed at how his dick twitched at the name. Donghyuck never called him that, always the brat that refused to use polite speech with him, but the sheer thought of being called hyung in bed of all places, especially by Donghyuck, was turning him on more than he would like to admit.

“Yes,” Mark choked out, fists clenching the blanket, bunching it up inside his hands to ground himself.

Donghyuck smirked, clearly satisfied with this answer. His hand started rubbing at Mark’s clothed dick, the length swelling under his touch and Mark bit his lip to suppress a groan. His hips bucked up, gaining a conscience of their own for more friction.

“If you want me to stop, just say the word,” Donghyuck said, looking through half lidded eyes as he wrapped his hand around Mark’s obvious hard-on.

This might be his chance to get what he had wanted for so long. Donghyuck was right here, with his hand on his dick and very insistent on getting down with him. Mark was a weak man with a pathetic crush on his best friend.

“Don’t stop,” he breathed, dropping his head on Donghyuck’s shoulder. He shuddered when the younger ran his thumb over his clothed tip.

“Okay,” Donghyuck replied, repeating his action and Mark could feel himself leaking under the boy’s finger, “You can touch me too, you know” He took one of Mark’s hands and guided it to his hips, sliding it under the hem of his shirt to place it just below his ribs.

Mark swallowed dryly, feeling the subtle skin under his fingers. Donghyuck was so warm and soft and perfect, so much better than he could have imagined. He let his hand wander up, slowly as if to test the waters and the younger chuckled.

“You already know what I like, so…,” he pushed his shirt up and placed his hand on top of Mark’s, moving it towards his chest, “You can play with my nipples if you want”

Mark stared at the exposed skin, golden and shimmering in the dim morning light that fell through the windows. His thumb brushed over one of the younger’s nubs - they were already hard and perky - and Donghyuck whimpered at the contact. He repeated the motion, pressing his thumb to it with more pressure, rubbing little circles on it. The moans that spilled from the younger’s lips were heavenly.

“They really are sensitive,” Mark marveled, trailing his hand to the other nipple to give it the same treatment, “So cute”

Donghyuck quickly turned into a whimpering mess with the administrations on his chest but his hand kept working on Mark’s dick until there was a damp spot on his boxers from all the precum. Every now and then, Donghyuck’s own erection brushed against him, the younger grinding his hips ever so slightly in a desperate attempt to get some friction on his neglected length.

“Mark,” Donghyuck moaned and fuck, Mark almost liked his name being moaned more than being called hyung, “Please”

“Please what?” Mark asked – genuinely - because damn, how far are they going with this anyway?

“Fuck me. Please”

Mark gulped, feeling like he was about to pass out. “Hyuck… We’re in Chenle’s house… Maybe we shouldn’t,” he hated himself for trying to be reasonable and decent. Like, who does that when they have Lee Donghyuck whimpering for more?

“Oh come on, I’m sure he’s rooting for us,” Donghyuck snorted, rolling his eyes, “We don’t have to go all the way. I could suck you off. Or you could fuck my thighs. Just please. I need you”

Mark clearly felt himself throb at those suggestions. Fuck it. He couldn’t say no to Donghyuck.

“Do you have condoms?”

Donghyuck blinked in surprise and then smirked. “Check the nightstand?”

Mark gave him an incredulous look and reached over to open the drawer before feeling inside. “Why would Chenle have condoms in the guest- Oh”

He gawked when he actually pulled out a few packs of condoms and a bottle of lube. Everybody say thank you Chenle.

With that matter sorted out, Mark gently pushed Donghyuck’s thighs open, getting between his legs. Donghyuck looked absolutely ravishing under him, with his pretty legs spread, his shirt pushed up to expose his chest and soft stomach, and fuck, his tattoo. Mark couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers over the bright yellow ink.

“It’s beautiful,” he smiled softly. By now, it didn’t seem to be irritated anymore and on the path to healing fully. Good for him. “This is what gave it away. I saw the tattoo and kinda lost my mind”

“I figured,” Donghyuck laughed quietly, his eyes following Mark’s finger.

Once he was done admiring his friend’s tattoo, he cleared his throat, remembering the situation they were in. Both of them were still very much hard so Mark pulled Donghyuck’s boxers off his hips. It felt a bit weird, seeing him naked like this, for the first time off screen. Still, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. His flushed cock was pretty like always, begging for some attention and Mark’s fingers itched to put his hands all over Donghyuck.

He slipped a hand between his cheeks, one finger circling his hole teasingly and Donghyuck gasped. He felt the muscle pucker around his finger hungrily and Mark chuckled at its eagerness. He quickly put some lube on his fingers and then reached down again, this time pushing one digit inside.

Donghyuck mewled, hands gripping the sheets as Mark started thrusting in and out languidly. He added a second finger, working the younger open eagerly. The slick noise of the lube turned Mark on more than he had imagined, the visual of Donghyuck sprawled out for him, chest heaving whenever his fingers bottomed out and the pretty moans he let out when he brushed against his prostate enough to make him desperate.

“Hyung, fuck me,” Donghyuck pleaded, pushing his ass out to meet Mark’s thrusts. And who was Mark to deny such a request?

He withdrew his fingers and hastily stripped out of his shirt and boxers, making his dick finally spring free. Donghyuck made a little noise as he looked down.

“Oh, you’re big,” he said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Mark cleared his throat, feeling a mix of embarrassment and proudness. He skillfully ignored the flush creeping onto his face and grabbed a condom, rolling it over his length before coating himself with lube. Donghyuck held his arms out and Mark leaned over him, letting the younger slip them around his neck.

He rubbed the tip over Donghyuck’s entrance a couple of times, teasing him until the boy whined and looped his legs firmly around Mark’s waist, urging him to get on with it. Then Mark started pushing in and Donghyuck’s mouth fell open with a silent moan. His body trembled under Mark and the older rubbed over his hip soothingly until he bottomed out.

“Mark,” he gasped, “Fuck, you fill me up so good”

“Shit, don’t say that,” Mark hissed, feeling himself twitch. Donghyuck was hot and tight, so much better and more intense than any of Mark’s past sexual encounters. But perhaps that was due to his massive crush.

“Move. Please,” Donghyuck whined, wiggling his hips.

Mark nodded and started slowly thrusting into his tight heat. Little gasps escaped Donghyuck as Mark grinded into him while keeping a hold on his hips, pinning him in place. Mark looked down at his best friend’s disheveled state, his plush lips slightly apart, staggered breaths coming out with each snap of Mark’s hips. He looked divine.

“God, how do you feel so damn good?” Mark gasped when the younger clenched around him and Donghyuck looked smug for a split second, the expression quickly fading from his face when Mark thrusted into him harder, unable to control himself with how heavenly Donghyuck felt around him.

This was insane. Mark’s wet dreams were really becoming reality in this very moment. Donghyuck was under him, making the sweetest whiny noises as Mark picked up the pace, pounding into him with more force. His head was spinning at the intensity of everything. Donghyuck’s arms around his neck, holding him close enough to feel his breath on his face, his thighs around his waist, slotting their bodies together perfectly.

Donghyuck let out a loud, high-pitched moan, his hands flying up to clutch at Mark’s back as the older pushed one of his legs to his chest to fuck deeper and hit his prostate just right. It was the prettiest noise Mark had ever heard, frankly.

“Fuck, fuck, right there,” the younger sobbed, arching his back with another obscene moan.

It was surreal. Donghyuck’s noises weren’t new to him. He knew them very well, if anything. And yet, seeing his best friend fall apart in person was on a whole different level. And the best thing about it? Mark was the reason behind his moans.

Mark stared down at Donghyuck, at his flushed face, sweaty forehead, sticky bangs. How the hell did it come to this? If anyone had told him he’d end up having sex with his best friend, he’d get them a psych consult. But here they were, boning in Chenle’s guest room.

Mark’s gaze wandered over Donghyuck’s glossy lips. The lips he had fantasized about kissing so much. Suddenly it hit him that they hadn’t even kissed yet. Would that be too much? Just because Donghyuck wanted to sleep with Mark didn’t mean he’d want to kiss him, right? This was probably more of a hook up, anyway. To Donghyuck. Not to Mark. So that didn’t mean they’d have to kiss.

Donghyuck’s grip around Mark’s neck tightened as Mark kept up his pace, relentlessly meeting his hips and burying himself deep in his best friend. He felt Donghyuck shudder slightly, his breath becoming more erratic with the constant abuse of his prostate. Mark hid his face in the crook of Donghyuck’s neck, grunting into the skin as he felt his climax approach rapidly.

It was all too much. Donghyuck was too damn tight and his noises too lewd. Mark wasn’t gonna last another minute. He felt the younger’s nails scratch over the skin on his shoulder blades, probably leaving red lines in their wake from how hard Donghyuck was holding onto him but Mark moaned at the sting.

“You fuck me so good, hyung,” Donghyuck hiccupped, “Touch me. Please”

Mark’s hand moved as if on autopilot, trailing between their sweaty bodies to wrap around Donghyuck’s length. The younger winced at the contact and Mark quickly jerked him off in tandem with his thrusts.

“I’m close. I’m so close, Mark,” Donghyuck chanted, his voice merely a breathless whisper as the pleasure took over all his senses.

“Come for me, baby,” Mark muttered against his skin, flicking his wrist and the pet name was enough to send Donghyuck over the edge.

His body trembled as he came, shooting hot white liquid between their already sticky chests and Mark glanced down. The visual alone made him groan and pick up the pace again, giving it his all to finish as well. It only took a few more thrusts before Mark came too, pushing all the way in as he filled out the condom with his seed.

Donghyuck whined while Mark’s hand milked him dry to the last drop, thighs shaking from oversensitivity. The older slowly came to a halt, panting violently, before daring to glimpse at Donghyuck. The younger tilted his head back as he tried to catch his breath and their eyes met. Then, something shifted behind Donghyuck’s eyes as if he was contemplating, hesitating.

His face was flushed a pretty pink and Mark felt his heart swell. He looked so damn beautiful, and not just because he was fucked out from being railed into oblivion. Mark was so in love with that boy, his heart started racing in his chest all over again and he felt like a pathetic teenager. That’s what Lee Donghyuck does to a motherfucker.

Before Mark could even say anything, Donghyuck had pulled him down and connected their lips. Mark’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening and for a moment he froze. Donghyuck was kissing him. His dick was still inside him and he was kissing him square on the lips. Mark felt like it was christmas.

He reached up, cupping the side of Donghyuck’s face before kissing him back. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, no real urgency or desperation behind the way their lips moved together and Mark straight up melted against the younger. As soon as their faces parted, Donghyuck leaned up to chase Mark’s lips.

They kept kissing slowly, lazily, and Donghyuck tightened his grip on Mark’s body, making him almost collapse on top of him. Before losing his balance, Mark laid down next to him, one hand on Donghyuck’s hip to turn him towards him. Donghyuck cradled Mark’s face in his hands, pressing his lips to the other’s like it was the only thing that mattered right now.

Mark’s stomach was going crazy with butterflies as he pulled Donghyuck impossibly closer. If it was up to him, he’d never stop holding him like this. Alas, it wasn’t up to him.

After what felt like hours of kissing, they remembered their need for oxygen and parted, breathing heavily. Mark brushed Donghyuck’s bangs out of his face, taking in the sight of his pretty flushed cheeks and the moles on his face. He’d always loved them. They looked like tiny constellations on his skin. Donghyuck gave him a shy smile that melted Mark’s heart in an instant.

Mark laughed hoarsely, the realization of what happened starting to set in. “I can’t believe we just…”

“… had mind blowing sex in Chenle’s guest room? Yes we did,” Donghyuck finished for him with a giggle.

They snickered at that fact for a moment but at some point, the sensation of their bodies being all sticky and gross hit them.

“Hold on, let me clean you up,” Mark sat up and grabbed some tissues from the bedside table before wiping their chests down. Donghyuck laid back quietly, curious big eyes following Mark’s every move as he got rid of the excess lube that was still smeared around his backside. The younger’s heart started racing at how gentle and sweet Mark was with the aftercare.

But Mark, being the overthinking man he was, already pondered over what this meant for their relationship. “So uhm… was this, like, a one time thing?” He asked cautiously, unsure of what to make of the situation.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Donghyuck said quietly and cleared his throat, “I mean… nothing speaks against two besties having casual sex, right?”

Two besties. Ouch.

“Yeah, haha,” Mark replied awkwardly.

He should have known this was just a hook up. Of course it was. Just because two people had sex didn’t mean they’d date immediately after. And having casual sex with Donghyuck might still be pretty awesome. After all, it seemed kissing wasn’t off the table. That was pretty close to a real relationship, right?

Mark took a deep breath and put on a smile. This was fine.

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“Care to explain the noises we heard from Chenle’s guest room the other day?” Renjun squinted at Mark before shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Yeah dude, I thought that was, like, my hungover imagination but did you and Donghyuck really…,” Jeno whispered as if they were involved in the biggest scandal of the century.

Mark felt his cheeks heat up. “We uhm… had sex, I guess”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘I guess’??” Jaemin screamed, earning a bonk in the head from Renjun.

“Explain yourself, Markus Leeanderson,” the latter huffed, “How did you two end up in pound town?”

“Well, it seems that my drunk self told him I watched his streams when we were playing seven minutes in heaven. I didn’t remember shit but he told me the next morning and well… we were in bed and he started touching me,” Mark recalled the events of the morning after their party, “And one thing lead to another and yeah”

“Oh my God,” Jeno gasped, “So you have drunk Mark to thank for your boyfriend”

“My what?! ” Mark almost choked on his fried chicken. “We- We’re not boyfriends…”

“Excuse me?” Renjun blinked.

“Fuck you mean you’re not boyfriends?” Jaemin chimed in, glaring.

“What in the fresh fuck are you then?” Jeno said.

“Just… friends?” Mark shrugged, his voice becoming so quiet he almost didn’t hear the words himself.

“… With benefits or…?” Renjun tilted his head questioningly.

Mark shrugged his shoulders again. “We didn’t really discuss it much. I asked if it was a one time thing and Hyuck said we could just be ‘two besties who have casual sex’”

“Oh,” his three friends said in unison, disappointment spreading on their faces.

“Ouch. So he basically friendzoned you,” Jaemin sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Are y’all gonna make porn together?” Jeno rubbed his chin, pondering.

“Ew, what the fuck?” Renjun retched.

“What? It’s a valid question!” Jeno pouted.

“Come on, guys. Be considerate of Mark’s feelings for a second,” Jaemin interrupted their debate, “I mean… how do you feel about all this? Is being friends with benefits really enough for you?”

The bickering two fell silent and turned to the eldest who let out a long sigh.

“I don’t know. But I hardly have a choice. And I mean, we kissed… so that’s pretty close to a relationship, right?”

Renjun raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Uhm, yeah, sure, Jan”

“He’s in the denial stage,” Jeno nodded and Mark groaned.

“Guys, it’s fine! Really! I just have to get used to it,” he assured them firmly, hoping he could convince himself too, “It’s better than pining after him, anyway”

“Well, if you say so,” Jaemin shot him a lopsided smile.

Mark nodded. He was pretty busy with his clubs and studies anyway. Some sex here and there ought to take the stress off of him just right, so this was the perfect opportunity. This was fine.

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This was not fine.

Remember how Mark and Donghyuck had agreed on having casual sex? Yeah, it had become a regular thing. And Mark pretended it was all fun and games for him until he couldn’t anymore.

Sleeping with Donghyuck was – by all means – amazing. Better than he had ever dreamed of. As he had already noted earlier, they were compatible when it came to kinks, so it never really got boring. It even went as far as Donghyuck suggesting they record one of their sessions so he could post it to his nsfw account on twitter and Mark was too far in his horny headspace to even consider saying no.

And that’s how he became a regular feature on his videos. Not his streams, that still scared him a little, but those little porn videos were perfectly fine. Donghyuck’s fans loved them too. The first time they uploaded one, the comments were filled with praises. Stuff like how hot Mark was, how big his dick was, how attractive his moans sounded, yada yada. Some even asked for a solo video of him jerking off. Freaks. Donghyuck definitely planned to gatekeep Mark.

And while all of this was hot and fun, Mark was starting to get exhausted. This wasn’t what he truly wanted. Sex with Donghyuck was only a tiny part of what his heart longed for. He wanted to take him on dates, hold his hand in public, call him his boyfriend. He wanted Donghyuck all to himself, all strings attached.

Donghyuck had invited him for a ‘movie night’, which was basically code for boning all night because no one’s looking at the damn TV when Donghyuck was next to them. But Mark felt like throwing up when he sat on Donghyuck’s sofa with a made up mind about clearing the air between them once and for all. And possibly losing his best friend.

The younger was skipping around the apartment, already working on setting up a camera to record everything again. It was starting to irk Mark. Donghyuck constantly had to turn their intimate moments into a money making gig, and while there was nothing wrong with abusing the horny men on the internet that were willing to pay for this kind of content, Mark didn’t want to be part of this show anymore.

“Hyuck, can you just sit down already?” Mark sighed, his nerves already stretched thin because of how anxious he was about the coming.

“The cam isn’t set up properly yet. Scooch a bit to the right,” Donghyuck said dismissively.

Mark took a deep breath. “No”

“Huh?”

“I’m not doing this”

Donghyuck blinked perplexed. “Uhm, okay. We can do something else, I guess. I could suck you off? Or you could finger me or-”

“No, Hyuck. I’m tired of doing this for show,” Mark sighed again, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Come on, Melt. Don’t be boring. I thought you liked this?” Donghyuck snorted, failing to see the seriousness of the conversation.

It kinda pissed Mark off. “What? Am I just another toy to you? Something you can show off to get clicks? Is that what I am?”

“The fuck? Of course not,” Donghyuck scoffed, clearly taken aback by the sudden change of tone in Mark’s voice, “Well… I guess we can do it without the cam”

But Mark shook his head. “Hyuck, I can’t do this anymore. We should never have started this”

“What do you mean? Do you… not like having sex with me anymore?” Donghyuck’s eyes suddenly looked so sad, it shattered Mark’s heart.

“No- I just… I don’t just wanna be your fuck buddy. I like you too much to keep going like this and it’s driving me crazy,” Mark finally admitted, “I’m sorry if this ruins our friendship but that’s how I feel. I can’t pretend this is fine anymore”

Donghyuck’s eyes flew open at those words. It was like Mark could see the realization take over his face in slow motion, shifting from utter confusion to astonishment. He held his breath in anticipation for Donghyuck’s reply.

“Wait, you… like me too much?”

Mark nodded slightly. “Yeah”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh,” Donghyuck said before gulping. It looked like there was a storm inside his head, a battle over what to say next. Probably how he could tell Mark to get out and never show his face again. How their friendship was over because how dare he have a crush on his best friend.

“I… I like you too”

Mark’s jaw dropped to the floor. That was the last thing he had expected to come out of Donghyuck’s mouth. He was one second away from sticking a finger in his ear to check if they were working properly. If it wasn’t for the way the younger’s cheeks flushed and he avoided Mark’s eyes.

“What? Since when?” Mark said breathlessly. He might be dumb but he wasn’t stupid. Surely he would have noticed Donghyuck shooting heart eyes his way, right? Right?

“I’ve liked you for ages when we were in high school but I think I eventually got over it when we started college and you dated this girl,” Donghyuck began his explanation, “And well… when we were at Chenle’s and kissed… I think it brought back all those feelings. Like, my mind was going crazy over how much I liked kissing you”

Mark couldn’t do anything but stare at him. “I thought… the kissing was part of hooking up…”

“I’ve never kissed my hook ups after sex,” Donghyuck smiled thinly, “I think that was the biggest give away for myself”

“Oh”

“Yeah”

“But, why didn’t you say anything? Why did you just want ‘casual sex’?” Mark asked, still puzzled because things weren’t adding up in his stupid brain.

“I don’t know…,” Donghyuck sighed, looking down at his hands, “I think I was scared. You said you watched my streams but I didn’t know where I stood with you until now. And I didn’t wanna fuck up our friendship but at the same time I’m down bad for you to the point where I still wanted to sleep with you”

“Oh,” Mark’s heart was racing. This was not how he expected this evening to go. Donghyuck didn’t hate him. He didn’t yell at him or end their friendship or behead him. No, he just told him that he actually felt the same way. Holy shit. Mark felt like he just won the lottery.

“And, like, you never seemed interested in me… romantically… in high school. So I read the room and tried to get over my crush and well, you started dating girls so that was that. I felt like I had missed my opportunity to tell you,” Donghyuck went on, rambling.

Mark facepalmed. “That was my gay panic phase! I was in denial because I started finding guys attractive and then tried to date girls to make those feelings go away…”

Mark cringed as he recalled the first year of college. Nineteen year old him who felt a bit more than normal friendship for his best friend, desperately attempting to turn himself straight by going out with girls until he physically couldn’t anymore. The only thing he achieved with that was coming to terms with the fact that he was as gay as hell. And in love with his bestie.

“So uhm…,” Mark cleared his throat, “Do you wanna go on a date with me?” He mustered up all his confidence to take the first leap towards a real relationship, straightening his back as he shot Donghyuck a big smile.

“I’d love to,” the younger replied, quickly getting infected and beaming back. He slowly sat down next to Mark, folding his hands in his lap awkwardly. “Can… Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Mark managed to answer, already leaning in to capture the boy’s lips. One hand cradled his cheek as their faces met and Donghyuck scooched closer, lifting his arms to loop them around Mark’s neck.

The older wrapped his arms around Donghyuck’s waist, swiftly pulling him onto his lap. The younger sighed against his lips, angling his head to deepen their kiss. Their lips moved slowly and Mark could practically feel their bodies melt into each other. His hand ran up and down Donghyuck’s spine, making the boy shudder on his lap.

They parted a couple of kisses later and Donghyuck stared at him with wide eyes and pretty pink cheeks. Mark smiled softly at how beautiful he was without even trying. The younger was wearing a plain black shirt and some shorts that were ridden up his thighs by now and Mark allowed his hands to fall down to the exposed skin, feeling up the soft flesh.

Mark was dressed rather casually, sporting a random pair of sweatpants and a white shirt. He didn’t even bother putting in contacts, instead leaving his glasses on, as he had been sure this evening wouldn’t have led to them making out.

Donghyuck stayed silent as he eyed him intently and Mark tilted his head questioningly. “What?”

“You and your stupid nerdy glasses,” the younger grumbled, diving back in to kiss Mark fiercely once they had both stopped panting.

The older made a choked laughing noise that was swallowed by the soft pair of lips on his and his hands flew up to clutch at Donghyuck’s waist once more. Their kiss quickly turned needy, more heated, mostly because Donghyuck seemed to have been possessed by some sort of feral demon that was set on devouring Mark whole.

“What’s wrong with my glasses?” Mark managed to say between another series of feverish kisses, lips curling into a slight pout.

“They turn me on,” Donghyuck mumbled, cupping Mark’s face in his hand and squishing his cheeks.

“Oh,” Mark said dumbly, earning another intense kiss.

It went on like this for a while, none of them getting enough of the other like two horny teenagers that had just discovered the joys of making out. Mark tugged on Donghyuck’s lower lip with his teeth and the younger made a whiny noise. He pulled away the slightest bit to catch his breath.

“Mark…,” he started, shyly.

“Hm?”

“Can we still have sex tonight?”

Mark almost cooed at how adorable Donghyuck looked when he asked that question, his eyes darting away as if he was afraid Mark would actually have the guts to say no.

“Of course,” the older smiled, giving the boy’s waist an encouraging squeeze.

Donghyuck’s eyes lit up. “Let’s go to my bed though”

Mark nodded in agreement and without another word, he placed his hands under the younger’s thighs, standing up while lifting him effortlessly. Donghyuck squealed, immediately looping his legs around Mark to not fall down.

“You’re not that strong!” He whined, clinging to his best friend for dear life.

“Yeah? Wanna find out?” Mark teased as he started walking to Donghyuck’s bedroom, carrying the younger on his arm until they reached the bed.

Donghyuck couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on by the display of strength. Especially when Mark laid him down on his back carefully and crawled over him. He blushed like a damn virgin and quickly pulled him down for another kiss to avoid any more embarrassment.

One of Mark’s hands made its way under Donghyuck’s shirt, rubbing over his soft stomach and trailing up his chest. He stopped in his tracks when he made contact with something lacey covering the younger’s chest and pulled away, staring at the boy under him. Fuck.

“Well… I thought we were gonna make some porn today so I got dressed up,” Donghyuck admitted bashfully, slowly sitting up to take off his top, revealing a white lace bra.

Mark felt hot all over, seeing Donghyuck’s pretty tan skin contrasting the lingerie so nicely. He looked absolutely gorgeous and Mark couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers over the lacey material, tracing from the strap on his shoulder down to his chest. He gulped, feeling his dick swell some more inside his pants, if that was even humanly possible. He should honestly be passing out from the lack of blood in the rest of his body.

“Shit, you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his hand slipping around Donghyuck’s small waist again to pull him closer.

Donghyuck giggled and slotted their lips together for a short, sweet kiss, his hands wandering under Mark’s shirt to pull it over his head as well. Mark lifted his arms willingly and then tossed the piece somewhere across the room. As soon as that was done, Donghyuck went straight to drooling over the older’s toned body, shamelessly feeling up his chest and arms.

He could clearly remember Mark being all lanky in high school. It wasn’t until Jeno had dragged Mark to the gym that he started bulking up and God, if that wasn’t the best idea anyone’s ever had. Now Mark actually looked like a Greek God – in Donghyuck’s humble and unbiased opinion. Well sculpted arms that could probably throw him around like a ragdoll if Mark wanted to, chiseled abs that he’d like to dip his tongue into and that damn slutty waist. Yeah, Donghyuck was pretty fucking horny.

“God, you’re hot,” he straight up moaned as he ran his hands all over Mark’s chest, unable to get enough of how good he looked. Mark was hot in high school already but he just got more attractive with each year that passed. It kinda drove him crazy.

They got more impatient with each minute that passed so they quickly worked on getting rid of their pants, Mark biting back a groan when Donghyuck was wearing matching bottoms under his shorts. He was painfully hard and the sight of the younger in tiny lace panties didn’t help his case.

Donghyuck on the other hand, couldn’t hold back a snort when Mark kicked off his sweats.

“Cute,” he commented, tracing his finger over the waistband of the spiderman boxers Mark was wearing.

Mark’s cheeks flared up violently at the realization. “Fuck… I- I haven’t done the laundry in a while… and I didn’t think we’d have sex today…”

Well, that was fucking embarrassing. He kinda wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Donghyuck was sprawled out in front of him, looking absolutely divine in his pretty lingerie and Mark had to wear spiderman themed briefs of all things. What a fucking nerd. Donghyuck needed him inside him asap.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed,” Donghyuck snickered, pulling Mark’s hands away from his face as the older tried to hide behind them, “They’re coming off anyway”

He tugged on the waistband to emphasize his words and Mark nodded tentatively before getting rid of the source of his agony. This, in turn, revealed his raging boner and Donghyuck was back at it, ogling him like a starved man. He reached forward, wrapping his fingers around the length and Mark shuddered at the contact.

“Have I ever told you how much I like your dick?” Donghyuck smiled contentedly, clearly enjoying the way Mark throbbed in his hand at those words. “It’s perfect. So long and thick. Makes my mouth water”

“Fucking hell,” Mark groaned, bucking his hips into Donghyuck’s hand.

“And it fills me up so much better than any of my toys,” the younger continued, rubbing his thumb over the head, smearing the leaking precum all over it.

“Hyuck,” Mark bit his lip, fucking into his fist again, “Fuck, stop teasing”

“Remember the first video we posted together? The reverse cowgirl?” Donghyuck simply ignored Mark and the fact that the older was one second away from begging to be inside him. “I could see a bulge on my stomach. You know, the outline of your dick. That was so fucking hot. You were so deep inside me”

“Is that even anatomically possible?” Mark choked out, making Donghyuck chuckle.

“You clearly haven’t watched enough porn”

Mark couldn’t think of a good counter, instead grunting when Donghyuck started stroking him slowly. He was putty in the younger’s hands, much to his own embarrassment. On stream, Donghyuck always made himself look so small and submissive but he was a little minx in real life, sly and coy through and through.

The older kept thrusting into Donghyuck’s hand, desperate for more friction and a disappointed whine left his lips when Donghyuck pulled away. Instead, he reached inside the bedside table to grab the lube and handed it to Mark.

“Need you inside me,” he said and leaned back on his pillow while spreading his legs open. Mark groaned at the sight.

“Jesus,” the older gulped and popped open the cap of the bottle. The visual of Donghyuck in such a lewd position was making his head spin. That was the type of shit he’d see in his wildest wet dreams, not in real life. Not with the actual Donghyuck waiting for Mark to fill him up. Holy shit.

“I’m not taking these off,” Mark declared firmly, merely pulling the panties aside so he could slip a finger past his puckering rim. He was gonna fuck Donghyuck with the lingerie on and nothing could change his mind. Good thing Donghyuck had no intention of complaining.

He quickly prepped the younger with one, two, three fingers, movements sloppy at best - partly because he was impatient but also the lack of blood flow to his brain was getting to him. He let Donghyuck hand him a condom and rolled it over but before he could position himself in front of the boy’s entrance, Donghyuck turned over to get on his hands and knees.

“Let’s do it like this,” he said, glancing back and Mark swallowed dryly as he nodded.

Okay, Mark Lee, calm the fuck down. You’ve been fucking for weeks. This isn’t new.

If anything, he should be used to the image of Donghyuck on all fours, his perky ass on full display – under the pretty lace panties, mind you - and back arched prettily with his face nearly shoved into the mattress but how could he ever consider himself anything other than blessed for seeing the younger like that? This was Lee Donghyuck they were talking about.

Not wanting to waste another second, Mark hooked a finger under the panties again, pulling them away to reveal Donghyuck’s waiting hole. He guided his slicked up dick to the taut ring of muscles and Donghyuck shuddered under him when he slid in smoothly. The younger gasped, fingers bunching up the sheets underneath him with each inch that disappeared inside him.

“God… you’re so big,” he choked out, panting, “Feel so full”

Mark felt his dick twitch. Despite the older’s size, they’d never had any problems getting it in. Donghyuck sure was a size queen, adept at taking whatever was offered to him. Mark recalled seeing various dildos of different lengths and girths being shoved up his ass at some point throughout his career. It was a bit intimidating, remembering that Donghyuck was so experienced.

After stilling for a couple seconds, Mark started thrusting in slowly, setting a steady, languid pace. Donghyuck mewled with each roll of his hips, pushing his ass out to meet him halfway. Mark’s hands grabbed the younger by his hips, holding him in place.

The tempo soon became too slow for them so Mark picked up the pace, making Donghyuck gasp. He pounded into him harshly, fingers digging into the soft flesh on his hips and the thin fabric of the panties still covering his bottom. With each thrust, the younger jerked forward slightly, causing the strap of his bra to slip off his shoulder eventually and Mark groaned. Donghyuck in lingerie was a fucking dream.

Donghyuck moaned loudly when Mark found his sweet spot and proceeded to aim for it, abusing it until the younger turned into a whimpering mess. His obscene moans bounced off the wall and echoed in the room and Donghyuck pressed his face into his pillow, nails digging into the pillowcase. Mark grunted, losing himself in the pleasure and the way Donghyuck felt so warm and tight and perfect around him but something was missing. He needed to see him, needed to see him fall apart.

“Baby, I wanna see your face,” he breathed, slowing his movement before pulling out momentarily.

Donghyuck complained with a whine, lifting his head slowly to glare at Mark with an intensity that could kill a medieval peasant. Mark just grabbed the boy’s hips and flipped him on his back, making him yelp in surprise. Then, he took Donghyuck’s legs, positioning them on either side on his waist before plunging back inside him.

The moan Donghyuck let out was borderline porn worthy and could probably be heard in the entire apartment complex but that didn’t matter right now, did it? Mark was thriving, seeing the younger’s flushed face as he plowed into his prostate with precision and Donghyuck squeezed his thighs around Mark. His hands flew up, grasping at the older’s back to ground himself.

“You’re so fucking pretty. Can’t believe I have you all to myself,” Mark muttered, feeling the sting of Donghyuck dragging his nails over his skin, “Your viewers will never know what it’s like to be inside you and see you fall apart in real time”

Donghyuck whimpered weakly, shaking his head. Something about possessive Mark was pretty damn hot. “Only you can see me like this, hyung. Wanna be all yours”

“Good,” Mark smiled, pulling Donghyuck by his waist and hugging him close as he felt his climax approach. He trailed a hand down, inside the younger’s panties to pull out his leaking cock. His fingers wrapped around the neglected length, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

“Hyung, I’m gonna come,” Donghyuck whined, burying his face in the crook of Mark’s neck as he felt a familiar heat pool in his stomach, “Please, can I come?”

“Of course, baby. You’ve been so good for me,” Mark cooed, burying himself inside the other’s heat to the hilt, balls slapping against his ass with each thrust, “Show me how good I make you feel”

Donghyuck nodded, babbling mindless strings of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ until he reached his high, shaking violently when he spilled his cum all over Mark’s hand and their chests. He clenched involuntarily and Mark hissed, his thrusts becoming more erratic by the second. He followed suit not long after, filling up the condom with a guttural groan, gripping Donghyuck’s hips so hard they might bruise.

They panted against each other as Mark’s movements came to a stop and he slowly pulled out, taking off the condom and tying it up before chucking it into the nearby trashcan. Exhaustion took over his body and he collapsed next to the younger, chest heaving as they attempted to calm their breathing. Mark turned his head, glancing at an equally heavy breathing but happy looking Donghyuck. He cleared his throat and Donghyuck copied him slightly awkwardly.

“So… you liked me in high school?”

“You didn’t notice?” Donghyuck snorted incredulously.

Mark shook his head. “I think I was too busy panicking over my own sexuality to notice… I’m sorry”

“Eh, it’s whatever. Seems like the universe had a plan for us either way,” Donghyuck shrugged and then grinned, quickly infecting Mark with his mood, “Our date will be much better with you having your sexuality figured out”

Mark nodded and they fell silent for a moment before the older spoke up again. “Are you, uhm… gonna continue streaming… and stuff?”

Donghyuck raised his eyebrows, a lopsided smile dancing around his lips. It really wasn’t Mark’s intention to sound horny at all. He was just trying to be supportive and not controlling by telling his maybe soon-to-be-boyfriend that he was okay with it. If Donghyuck so desired.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” the younger answered, “I mean, if we’re… a thing… I don’t think I’ll be, uh… horny enough to stream regularly. I mean I could probably keep up the nsfw account but like… why would I masturbate if I can just have sex with you, you get me?”

Mark nodded his head again.

“And I mean we could make stuff together but… I don’t know, you sounded uncomfortable with it earlier… so I’m not gonna press you”

“I’m not uncomfortable per se…,” Mark interrupted, lifting a finger, “I just didn’t like being friends with benefits”

“Fair enough,” Donghyuck chuckled, “But I also don’t wanna disappoint my fans, lowkey… Like, not gonna lie, it’s pretty damn lucrative too. Way more money than working minimum wage somewhere” He chuckled, thinking back to the pathetic excuse of a job he had before he started his cam shows.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind helping you take some spicy pics,” Mark shrugged innocently and Donghyuck bit his lip to suppress a giggle, “Or filming while you play with yourself. And we could still have sex afterwards”

“Aren’t you an eager business partner,” the younger hummed, rolling on his side to wriggle closer, “I think we could make it work. Just two boyfriends, taking money from horny strangers who get off to it”

“Actually a genius idea,” Mark agreed with a grin.

“I guess it’s settled then. We can split the money too, since you’re helping”

“Keep it. But spend it on more pretty lingerie or toys so I get something out of it too,” Mark proposed.

“I like the way you’re thinking,” Donghyuck chirped gleefully, “Who would have thought you’re such a businessman?”

“I’m full of surprises,” Mark shrugged nonchalantly.

Donghyuck beamed at him with the intensity of a thousand suns and frankly, Mark couldn’t be any happier. Not only did he not lose his best friend, he (probably) gained a boyfriend who happened to match his freak perfectly. Not even a month ago he was fantasizing about this exact scenario. Life truly moves in strange ways. But who was Mark to question it? He won the lottery.