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Genres: Smut, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers, First Time, Handjob, Blowjob, Cuddling
Summary: After Jungwoo finishes his relay cam, he calls Mark back to bed. Marks always felt so comfortable with Jungwoo, so why does hearing about Jungwoo’s dream make him feel like this?
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“Mark!” Jungwoo called from his bedroom. “Come back in and snuggle more.”
Mark popped his head into the room. “You finished the relay cam?” Jungwoo pouted his pretty lips and nodded. He looked at the spot beside him and back up at Mark, who laughed and flopped onto the bed, chest up, face turned toward his friend. “I thought we were done being in bed. But I guess it’s gonna be a lazy day, huh?”
“Mm.” Jungwoo scooted in, flung an arm and leg over him and buried his face in his neck. “Ah, it’s so nice.”
Mark let out a breathy laugh. “What’s nice?”
“Having time to do this.” He looked up at Mark. “We don’t ever have to get up.”
“Ah, right. It’s nice.” Mark was staring up at the ceiling, one hand under his head, the other arm under his friend’s. Jungwoo sighed and snuggled in closer laying his own hand on Marks chest.
“You’re so warm, Mark. Like a heater. My own personal heater.”
Mark felt a blush running up to his cheeks, and dismissed the comment with another laugh.
“Oh!” Jungwoo suddenly remembered something. “I didn’t tell you, yet. The truth is Mark, I lied on the relay cam.” He said in mock seriousness.
“Oh, really?” Mark was intrigued by the note of mischief in Jungwoo’s voice.
“Yes, unfortunately I had to lie about not dreaming last night. Isn’t it a shame? You know I wanted to be completely honest with our czennies, but there are some things that shouldn’t be shared.” He absent-mindedly traced his fingers up and down Mark’s chest, fiddling with his collar, scratching him lightly. It was a natural act, it seemed to Mark, one with no intention of heating his cheeks up like this. What was wrong with him today? They cuddled like this all the time.
“Ah. What– hah, that tickles– what did you dream about?”
“Didn’t I just say some things shouldn’t be shared?” He dug a finger into Mark’s gut playfully. “Honestly, I think you need to get your hearing checked.”
“Hey, don’t tease me like that.” He grabbed Jungwoo’s hand with his free one, and held it still on his chest. Jungwoo wrestled to get his hand out of Mark’s grip, but he held on tight. After a few seconds he gave up.
“Mark, you’re too strong,” he pouted. “It’s not fair.”
Mark grinned and released his hand flat onto his stomach. Jungwoo slid his hand up and began rubbing Mark’s chest in small circles, occasionally lifting his fingers up enough to scratch him gently. This elicited a response in Mark he really couldn’t explain.
“Will you tell me what you dreamed about?”
“Well, to be honest with you, I don’t remember most of it.”
“Ah, really, this guy. You got me all interested for nothing.”
“I remember you were in it.”
“Oh. Really?”
Jungwoo removed his face from the crook of Mark’s neck and nodded at him with those big eyes. “Mm.” At this point he happened to be carelessly trailing his hand down Mark’s stomach and at the same time happened to be shifting his leg around to be in a more comfortable position.
“Do you remember what I was do–”
“Oh! Oh, Mark, uh.” Jungwoo propped himself up onto his elbow and pulled back his arm and leg. Mark followed his gaze. Shit, oh shit, how had he not noticed. Why now? This had never happened before like this. Why now?
“It’s okay, it’s okay, Mark. Really it’s fine.” Jungwoo said as Mark hurriedly sat himself up against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest. He was blushing madly now and looking anywhere but Jungwoo’s eyes.
“Ah, no, shit, I’m sorry, I just–”
“No Mark, really. It’s definitely fine.”
There was something about Jungwoo’s tone that made him look up. There was something about the look in Jungwoo’s eyes that made him lose his breath.
He started to get up from the bed. “I should probably–” He gestured towards the door.
“Stay,” Jungwoo blurted. “I mean, you can stay. I won’t mind.”
“What are you talking about?”
Jungwoo was kneeling on his bed. He bit his pretty bottom lip and looked at Mark with his big pretty eyes. “I mean, I can help you with it.” Shit. Shit.
Mark should have left. He should have walked out that door and forgotten this ever happened, but he couldn’t walk away from that look. He sat back down. “I don’t know, just–” Say no, say no.
He was not going to making the right choice. Jungwoo’s eyes flicked down to his crotch and then back up at Mark. He was still biting his lip. So how on earth could Mark have made the right choice? A compromise, then. “Okay, but only, like, above my pants, cuz I’m really not, like, you know. And I’ve never, like–” He made an incomprehensible gesture, then lowered himself back down and looked up at Jungwoo.
Jungwoo looked surprised now, and just as breathless as Mark. “You want me to?” He lay down beside Mark, propped up on his left elbow, looking down at his flushed face. “You really–”
“Yes, I want you to.”
Mark’s cock was straining through his gray sweatpants now. He watched as Jungwoo placed his hand on his chest again, and slowly slid it down. He gasped slightly at Jungwoo’s touch, rocked up into it. He moaned when he realized what he felt against his leg was Jungwoo’s growing erection. Jungwoo continued to palm at him and Mark doesn’t know if he’d ever felt this kind wanting in his life.
Suddenly Jungwoo’s hand over the fabric of his pants wasn’t enough. More, he needed more. He reached down and grabbed Jungwoo's hand, this time not to hold it still but to bring it to the waistline of his sweats. With his other hand lifting up his sweats and his boxers, he guided Jungwoo’s hand in.
Jungwoo swiped his thumb over the tip of Mark’s cock, and, feeling that it was already wet with precum, gripped his shaft from the top and began moving his hand down and up slowly. “You like this?” He asked. Mark whined and bucked his hips, too overwhelmed to beg him to go faster.
Hand still working at a steady pace, Jungwoo buried his face in Mark neck again and began to bite and lick and kiss and smell, breath in Mark’s wonderful scent, basking in the sound of his little moans and his panting. He pulled his hands out of Marks pants, got up onto his knees, and straddled him.
“What are you– Oh.” Jungwoo began to pull at the waistband of Mark’s sweatpants. Mark lifted himself up enough to allow Jungwoo to pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs in one swift motion. His cock sprung out, and Mark realized he had never been this hard. Jungwoo lowered his face down to his crotch and looked up at him with a question.
“Yes. Yes, please,” Mark whispered. Jungwoo placed his tongue at the base of Mark’s length and dragged it slowly upwards. When he reached the tip, he engulfed it, bobbing his head up and down, cheeks hollow, mouth dripping with saliva, eyes focused on Mark’s.
“You feel so– You’re mouth, is– I feel–” Mark seemed to have lost the capacity to form full sentences. All he could focus on, all he could feel, was Jungwoo’s warm, wet mouth and the throbbing in his cock. He almost lost it when Jungwoo starting moaning on his dick, making those little choking noises as he took Mark’s whole member in his mouth.
Mark dropped his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He was sure the sounds he was making were embarrassing, but there was nothing he could have done to stop them. Jungwoo’s tongue swirled over the tip, then traced back down his length.
“Look at me, Mark,” Jungwoo said, now holding Mark’s cock, stroking it quickly. His face was still low, just above his crotch. It was an incredibly lewd sight, that hungry look in Jungwoo’s eyes as he stroked Mark, and he felt like he could have cum just from looking at it. He started to close his eyes again as he felt a wave of pleasure approaching.
“Look at me.” Jungwoo repeated. Mark whined and opened them again. “This is what you were doing in my dream.” Mark arched his back and shut his eyes and moaned, and came all over Jungwoo’s pretty, pretty face.
