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He sat on the tile floor in nothing but grey sweats and white socks. Johnny could only see up to halfway Mark’s tanned abdomen, taut and pretty. Mark stroked the inside of his thighs through his sweats, legs splayed slightly out, chuckling low. His sweats weren’t loose enough that Johnny couldn’t see a vague outline, a faint poke of something along the seat of his pants. But then again, he could be imagining it. Phone wifi wasn’t always reliable. 

“Already got it in you, baby?” Johnny asked. “Couldn’t wait a minute, could you?

Mark snorted. 

“Why don’t you check it yourself, hyung?”

“Check it myself?” 

“Yeah, start it,” His voice got slightly breathy. He slid a hand over the front of his sweats, white laces getting slightly caught in his fingers when his hand went back up. Mark sighed. “So small I can barely feel it.”

Johnny grinned, flipping to the app and slid the scale to the third level with his finger. There were fourteen in total. Might as well start slow, just to keep things going. 

“Hyung…” Mark fiddled with the laces on his sweats, thighs twitching. “-hyung, can I…?”

“Yeah? Can you what, baby?”

“Can I?” He drew his hand over the front of his sweats, exhaling thinly. “-I really want to. Please, hyung... It’s not enough. It’s…” His abdomen flexed, fingers fiddling with his laces. “-hyunggg...”

“What is it?”

“Mmh, wanna touch,” Mark mumbled, crawling closer to the camera, the lens warping his thighs, making them huge while his waist turned tiny. Johnny swallowed. Mark ducked his head down, corner of his face showing, staring at him with one big pleading eye. “-can I touch, hyung? Please? Can I touch it?”

“Touch what, baby?” 

Mark let out an impatient sigh, backing away a little with his knees until Johnny could see up to his chest, tight little nipples deeply flushed. Mark raked his hands impatiently down to the pant creases between his crotch, whimpering thinly, sounding faint. He slid further down until he could push out his clothed ass closer to the laptop lens, and spread his legs. Then he slid one shaky hand down between his thighs, still achingly clothed, and rubbed his middle finger down the center crotch seam, right over where the toy would be. The front of his sweats now had a small wet patch, his cute little tip poking tight against the fabric. Despite his earlier whining, Mark was fully hard beneath those sweats. 

“Hyung, please,” He mumbled, still fingering the crotch seam, the wet patch spreading into a curved streak down the front. The hard outline of his cock was now fully visible against the grey fabric. “I want to take this off. I wanna show you. Wanna show it to you. Don’t you wanna see?”

“Mm,” Johnny pretended to give it some thought, looking to the side. “Maybe I do.”

“I can show you. Can I show you? Please?”

“Okay, baby.”

Mark let out a soft sigh of relief and giddily shimmied his sweats down, underwear and all, bunching it up at his ankles. Kicked them off to the side. Spread his thighs out again, showing him his hard, veiny cock, aching a deep reddish purple against his dark trimmed pubes. So pretty. It smacked audibly against his tight little stomach, he was so hot. The skinny magenta handle of the toy is slightly curved up and sproinged from side to side between his cheeks as Mark adjusted his position. He rubbed a finger over his drooling slit, hissing, thighs jolting on instinct, biting his lip. Then he smoothed that damp fingertip against his tightened hole, moaning softly, brushing the handle of the toy with his finger. He glanced up at Johnny, sliding down even further and then lifted and hooked one leg against the bed post near the foot of it, giving Johnny a completely unobscured view of the toy dangling out of his tight wet hole. Slowly, he worked a finger into himself next to the toy handle, head flung back, groaning against the bed. He kept touching himself.

“You look very pretty, baby,” Johnny said. He could feel himself thickening in his own sweats and readjusted his thighs against the computer chair to get more comfortable. He didn’t touch himself yet. “Why don’t you show me how far you can push that in, hm? Can you take it in all the way?”

“Mm, I can try, hyung,” He nodded, hooking a finger into the little loop at the end of the handle and starting to press it in. Made a little sound of frustration. “Oh, I can’t get it that far. Maybe it’s stuck somewhere or hit something? Mm. But I can pull it out a little,” Grinned, and then tugged at it very, very slowly, looking at him the whole time. The magenta toy emerged slowly, stretching his hole as it reached its thickest part and then came free with a slight pop, a curved glob of milky lube sticking to his ass.

Mark began running the rounded oval part of the toy against the side of his swollen stiff cock, breathing thinly as he readjusted his other hand to slip it between his cheeks from behind and just massaged his hole with the tips of two fingers, twitching hard against his own movements. He leaned his head back against the bed as he hissed, exposing his throat. Mark started teasing his slit with the tip of the buzzing magenta toy until a bead of precum rolled down and then kept teasing himself until several translucent threads connected the toy to his cock. 

He sucked the thick end of the toy into his mouth and worked his throat against it until he was dropping a thread of spit down his jaw. Pulled it out and let it leave a thin, shiny trail down his neck. Mark bit his lip, circling it against his nipple until his hips started to twitch. 

“Oh, that’s good. That’s so good. Hyung, I like it here too,” He slid his other hand up and squeezed his other nipple between his fingers, letting go briefly to lick the tips and then went back to touching himself with them, rubbing until the dark erect bud was wet and shiny. “You know sometimes I’m so sensitive here that I don’t even have to pinch it? I just move my finger back and forth, barely touching it and it gets so hard so fast. I’m like that. Can you do it like that when you get back, hyung? Touch me here like this,” Mark kept rubbing his finger over his wet nipple. His other hand had gone down, pressing the buzzing toy against the side of his heavy cock as it leaked steadily down his stomach. “We’ll put our fingers in me together, stretch me twice as fast, twice as wide. I wanna try that.”

“Maybe I will,” Johnny has started to touch himself too, just barely, skating the tips of his fingers over his sweat-damp basketball shorts. The seat creaked as he leaned back a bit, spreading his thighs further. His underarms were wet. “You already look so good right now. Fuck, how much are you leaking?”

“I’ll look even better for you,” Mark breathed. “-let you tease me until I cry. As long as you fuck me good, hyung. I know you can. Fuck me so good, please. Make it hurt to walk. You’ll have to carry me.”

“Put it back in you, baby,” He told him. Mark seemed to have somewhat forgotten about the toy, it was sitting idle in his hand, buzzing against the side of his stomach. “I wanna give you more. Can you take it?”  

“Mmh, yeah, I can. Obviously.”

He slid the wet toy down between his spread thighs again and pushed it gently against his tiny glistening hole. Pressed it in. It wouldn’t go in.

“Oh, shit, mmgh,” Mark giggled. Looked up. “-need to stretch myself again. I got tight. Look, hyung. Nngh. It won’t go in. Fuck. You’re gonna have to watch me tease myself open again, is that okay?”

“More than okay, baby,” Johnny said, two thirds to full mast. “I love seeing that. Just wish I was doing that to you right now.”

“I know, me too. I love it when you split my hole like that. I get so tight around you, I miss it,” He licked two of his fingertips and began pushing his middle finger in between his cheeks. He struggled for a bit until he got the first joint in. Then he pulled it out, spat into his palm and smeared it all over his already shiny dark rim. This time his whole finger slid in. Mark sucked in a breath. “Oh, fuck. Mmh. Do you feel this when you fuck me, hyung? I’m so… I’m so smooth and warm in here. So tight. Just one finger, I’m already squeezing.” Pushed in a second finger, pinching his brow. Exhaled shakily. “I can do two —I can do two now. See?” 

Johnny’s tip was now peeking out of the waist of his shorts and he rubbed a finger mildly over the base over the silky, slightly sticky material. It really wasn’t fair —Mark could make him fold without even being in the damn room and sometimes even with all his clothes still on. He actually loved watching Mark come fully clothed, watching the amorphous patches of wetness spread against his pants, all over his crotch, some soaking beneath his stomach, beneath his shirt neck if he came particularly hard. Mark once recorded himself wearing a toy while at the mall, the moments when Johnny upped the level immediately obvious upon later viewing —the jolt in his hand when he reached for his order at Cinnabon, the way his leg stumbled when he leaned in for a side hug from an old college friend, when he knocked a row of earrings to the floor inside Hot Topic when someone brushed his hip. He came in the car when Johnny came to pick him up. Came again inside the parking lot again as Johnny kept the toy on at the second highest level inside him as he blew him ragged in the back. He’d never swallowed that much in his life.

The toy was now back inside him. Mark was trying to push it forwards with the handle, playing with it so the thick end would make a visible bump over his slicked taint, lower lip tucked against his teeth. “-hyung, it’s…mmh. Hyung.”

“Yeah, how’s it—

“Oh, wait, wait, wait,” He looked up at Johnny with a bright mischievous glint in his eye, giggling. “I wanna show you something. You’re gonna like it, you’re gonna like this, I promise.”

“Watch this, watch me, hyung,” Mark got onto his back and raised his folded legs up until they were fully off the floor. Then he pressed his palms into the center of his back and pushed himself up until his stomach was almost perpendicular with the floor, his lower back now also in the air. Turned his face, grinning. “I’ve been practicing this a lot and it’s so easy now. It’s like yoga kind of? It’s so fun. I can come in my mouth like this, hyung. Wanna watch me come and catch it all in my mouth?”

“Sounds delicious,” Johnny breathed, finally slipping a hand down his own sweats. Slit already fully slicked up, what a fucking surprise. He began to stroke himself slowly, wanting to time it so they might bust at the same time. “You know it, babe. Show me that fucking talent.”

“Knew you’d wanna,” Mark winked. “Now how do you want it —do you wan — ahhh—-

His arms trembled, hands struggling to keep himself up as Johnny turned up the dial five levels —now at level eleven, abdomen flexing as his knees squeezed together, thighs shaking. “-oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my godddddd,” He swallowed, voice thinning out to breathily high whimpers. “—hyungggggg, hyunggggg, hyunggggggggg …noooo, nooo, nooo…noooooooooo…”  

He twisted an arm up to jerk his cock and immediately lost his balance and fell painfully on his side, then hurriedly pushed himself back up as he shot all over his stomach and then finally got his body high enough so his cock pointed down to his face, getting most of it all over his neck, some of it finally spilling against his lips. Mark squeezed his eyes shut, sticking his tongue out and craning his face up so he could get more of it, chin tucked in, gasping. Catching the last of it and swallowing.

Held himself up for a while until he caught his breath, then slumped to his side. His mouth was spattered in curved globs of messy cum. A few drops slid down his neck. So gorgeous. Johnny grinned, chuckling. 

“Looks like you need a little more practice on that, huh?”

“Nn, it’s different when it’s with you,” Mark pouted, pressing a finger at some cum drops that got onto the lens. Looked at it, then licked his fingertip. Sucked that finger into his mouth up to the knuckle and hummed. “You make me so…mmh, what’s that word,” He sat up and tapped something on his phone on the bed. “-like you make me feel really, um. Fuck. What do you call it. Like I get so much much more excited, yeah and then I get all rushed and I wanna do everything all at once and then it’s all messy,” Snorted. Glanced at him. “It’s really silly, right? You make me like that.”

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Uh huh,” Mark nodded. Started playing at the mess of cum on his stomach, drawing swirly patterns with his finger. Scraped some up with his whole hand and stuck his tongue out, slowly lapping up his palm, then the spaces between his fingers, then down his wrist. “-mmh, hyunggg.”

“You like the way you taste?”

“Not really nah,” He shook his head. “I like watching you watching me eat it. You always look like you want me so much. Can you tilt your phone down a little? I wanna see you. You’ve seen me so much. I wanna see you. Wanna see your huge aching cock. Pretend I’m riding you. Mmh. You’re so hard for me right now, hyung. So hard for Markie. I can tell.”

Johnny laughed low. It was bound to happen. He tugged down his shorts until his cock was fully out, dark and rigid. The waistband of his shorts cut somewhat uncomfortably against his balls, but the look the other gave him was well worth it. 

“So big. Fuck, hyunggg,” Mark breathed, spit already beading in the corner of his mouth. His tongue peeked out on instinct. Wetting his lip. He leaned closer, still staring at it. “You look even bigger from this angle, it’s really crazy. Ah, I wanna fuck on you so bad. So unfair. Mmh. Ahhh, I can feel how much you’re gonna stretch me just by looking at it. Ah, fuck. I wanna get on you right now. You’re such a dick.”

“Not as much as you,” Johnny argued, semi-seriously. He slid a dry finger up the length of his cock, hissing slightly. Mark watched his movements intently, mouth still parted slightly in awe. Even raised his face at about the same speed as Johnny’s hand so it seemed like he was dragging the side of his nose against Johnny’s shaft. Mark stuck out his tongue, then lapped at air, pretending to lick him up. Laughed. 

“Yeah, you wanna see me do that?” Mark grinned. “Pretend to blow you from here. Come on. Tilt that cock towards me, let me have at it. Show you what you’re missing. Mmh.”

Johnny let out a soft laugh through his nose. Tilted his hard cock until it nearly touched his phone screen. 

Mark leaned in even closer and stuck his tongue out again even wider than before and licked up agonizingly slow. Johnny could see the underside of it, the taut little flap in the middle, the thread of veins snaking underneath. A bead of spit dropped off the tip. Mark breathed hard into the speakers. Then Mark curled up the tip of his tongue and began to make smaller, quicker licks, angling his head down to get at his slit and then shut his eyes, hollowing out his cheeks. He went down on the screen as Johnny stroked hard, eyes only half-lidded so he could lick up each time a fat bead of precum rolled down Johnny’s cock. Soon Johnny was beyond slippery in his fist. 

“How’s that feel?” Mark slurred, mouth pushing down on air. A whole string of spit fell from his lip. “S’that feel nice or what? My mouth is so fucking dry.”

“I’m hard as fuck,” He informed him, cock swollen in his hand. Mark snorted. Stuck his tongue out again. “Sucks that I won’t be able to empty this in your face right now. Make you fucking gurgle on this shit. Fuck.”

Mark laughed harder, dragging his discarded sweats over with a white sock foot, layering it somewhat sloppily over his thighs.

Johnny squinted. “What, are you really getting shy now?”

“No, no, I’m just a bit cold,” The other laughed, sounding a bit shy anyway. “-floor ain’t getting any warmer, hm. Even my feet are kinda…”

“Put the whole thing back on. Don’t be cold, baby. Don’t get sick.”

“Okay,” He shimmied back into them and didn’t even seem that bothered by the small patches of wetness that appeared along his thighs, even more around his crotch. Let out a soft sigh of relief. He positioned his cock more to the side so it wouldn’t chafe on the center seam. Stretched his legs a bit. “-that’s a bit better. Hyung, maybe you ca —fuuuuuuck, fuuuuck, nghhh, mmmghhh…!”

His sweats rapidly soaked with his release as he sank to the floor, hips writhing against the force of vibrations, the dial now suddenly turned up to the ninth level. Johnny watched as the fabric along the insides of his thighs got drenched in cum, darkened and tight with it. Mark’s voice got so thin it squeaked. “-hyunggg, hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung, please…”

Mark gasped, stained sweats soon pulled down to his ankles, his thighs spasming erratically as the vibrations shook through him, the skinny magenta stick handle jerking with his anxious movements, his tight little hole twitching and squeezing against the toy as he came again all over his stomach, spilling thick, milky streaks down his bellybutton and making the camera jerk sideways when he kicked the laptop by accident.

“Hyung, hyunggg, hyunggggg,” Mark moaned against the floor, hair mussed messily over his face, thighs jerking hard towards him, a hand squeezed between his legs. Magenta handle pinched between his fingers, straining to keep the vibrator inside him as he kept spilling down his thigh and onto the floor. Some of the cum has gotten into his hair. Turned his cheek and licked up some spilled cum from the floor. “Mmmh, hyung, I came so much, look, I came sooo much... You did this to me, mmh. You’re such a meanie, fuck. Making me come so much. Floor so slippery, I can barely get up. Hahahahaha.”

Johnny suddenly turned up the dial to the highest level and watched Mark spasming against the floor, toy still clenched tightly in his hole, tears in his eyes. 

“No, no, no, no, hyunngggg,” He pleaded. Knees squeezed together, his whole lower body shaking as his hands tightened to fists against the floor. He just kept spurting and spurting a seemingly endless stream of cum. Sobbed against the tile, getting cum in his nose. “-no more, no more, no moreeee, please, please, pleeeeeaaaaase…”

He gasped against the floor, kicking out a smeared leg as his hips jerked against the toy. Both hands clamped against his cock, trying to contain his erratic spurting. It was no use. His thighs slapped against the floor as he cried it out. A whole side of his hair was plastered with a thickish slag of cum. It was crazy.

Eventually he calmed down, breathing hard.

“Hyung, hyung, this is so much cum. So much. Look,” Mark pulled himself up onto one elbow and rode his ass over a wide lopsided puddle of it on the floor, and pulled his legs up, showing him the thick uneven creamy smears on both slightly reddish cheeks. “Can you see? Do you like it?”

“Mm, yeah, I do,” He nodded. “And you know what I’d like even more?”

“No, what?”

“Can you do one more thing for me?” Johnny leaned in, lowering his voice. “All this cum on the floor. Can you scoop it up in your fingers and push it back into you, baby? Stretch your hole with it, let some of it hang out. I wanna see that. I wanna pretend it’s mine.”

Mark bit his lip, nodding. He wiped his hand straight through the nearest thick puddle of it and spread his thighs wide, smearing it over himself until his tightened entrance got all unevenly filmy, then pulled himself apart from one side with his other hand. Slowly he tugged the magenta toy out of himself, staring at the way its widest part tugged at his hole before popping free, all slicked up. He set it on the floor. Mark kept himself pulled open with two raw fingers tugging his hole out from the side as he pushed in the thickish cum globs with his other hand by the fingerful, soon pushing in enough that his gooey hole was drooling out the excess globs each time he squeezed. He was already getting hard again. 

“How’s this? Yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Thanks.”

He screenshotted it several times. He’d finish properly with it later that night.

“Thank you, hyung,” Mark murmured, absently rubbing at his moist swollen hole with the slim end of the toy. Johnny half-expected him to push it back in that way but Mark just dropped it after a few moments. “Thank you so much, that felt so good. I felt so good from that. Mm. Come back. Come back soon. Wanna feel you fuck me next time. Mmh.”

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Mark can’t stop looking at it. It’s making him stupid. Holy fucking shit. He’s so fucking hard right now and he keeps feeling like he’s just about to come, but then the vibrator drags out of his ass and all he can do is gape at it, drool dropping off his stomach and sliding down over his rim and then Johnny’s mouth is on him, licking the spit right against his hole, then pressing open-mouthed kisses there to catch the spit slipping off his own mouth, groaning. He only pulls off to clamp his mouth over the translucent pink length of the vibrator, get more spit over the ridges so he can get an easier slide. Mark whines, tightening the squeeze of his knees against Johnny’s head, reaching out blindly until he finds one of Johnny’s hands and laces their fingers together, squeezing again. 

Mark brings their hands to his mouth and kisses them, sucking on the skin around their knuckles, until he’s got spit running down his wrist too. God, he can’t control himself at all. He’s got spit running everywhere. Johnny pulls the vibrator out completely and Mark’s about to start crying when he presses the buzzing head against the underside of his balls and then his head just thunks backwards onto the pillow as the vibrator slowly grinds up the entire length of his cock, making the inside of his thighs jerk and bounce uncontrollably. He feels more precum spurt over his stomach and then Mark tips his chin down, guiding their laced hands down to the small patch of wetness and scoops some up and tastes it. He kind of likes it. Mark rubs their knuckles against the head of his own cock, right against the slit and scrapes up more slick to eat. He moans against their knuckles as he sucks off the clear, sticky fluid, moaning sharper when he feels the vibrator’s gooey head press against his hole again. Johnny drags his hips closer and spits right into him. He spits so much into him until Mark feels like his hole is melting and the vibrator slides in like it’s nothing, making him sob as Johnny closes his whole mouth over his hole, wet and warm and firm enough to make him feel like his whole body was vibrating. 

Then Johnny flipped him over and pushed the vibrator into him at a whole new angle and Mark was whimpering in agony against the mattress, biting a damp patch into the sheets, knees sliding uselessly against the smooth fabric. Now Mark’s flushed, heavy cock was pressed against the mattress and he tried to grind against it to no avail, his legs having absolutely no strength against the bed. He ended up just whining and crying into the pillow, looking back at Johnny with damp, teary eyes.

“Hyung, hyunggg, please touch mngh— please, please just touch me, fuck,” Mark sobbed, only spreading his thighs wider. “I can’t move, I wanna come, hyung, I wanna come so bad, fuck, fuck, please, please, please,” He let out a long whine, pushing out his ass as much as he could manage, sobbing harder into the pillow. “-need your hands, need your hands…hyung, hyung, hyung…fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Need my hands, Markie? Yeah? You want ‘em?”

Mark just nodded into the pillow and let out more broken, throaty whimpers when he felt Johnny pull out the vibrator again and let the wet tip drag down from his nape, going over each bump of his spine before dragging right over his hole and then just tease at it, dragging back and forth against it as Mark felt himself twitch against mostly empty air. It was so humiliating, he never felt so hard in his life. 

“H-hyung, nngh, please, please,” Mark moaned into the wet fabric of the pillowcase, one fist in the pillow, not even knowing what he was asking anymore. Weakly pushing his ass against the barely there friction Johnny was giving him with that fucking buzzing head. “-n-not enough, it’s not enough, more, more, gimme more, please…”

“Mm, I don’t think I understand,” The other mused, sliding the wet vibrator off his ass and down the inside of Mark’s thigh, making him jolt when it buzzed against the back of his knee. Squeezed one side of Mark’s ass, deliberately missing his wet, gaping hole. Blew over it, the cool air making Mark whimper. “What does more mean? Huh? More what?” He gripped Mark’s ankle and Mark shouted, leg jerking, as he began running the vibrator head up and down his foot. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. You didn’t even tell me where you want it. Help me out here, hey.”

Mark felt his cheek get slimy with his own spit against the pillow down to his throat as he turned his face to look back, trying to shake, or at least jiggle his ass because his legs were completely useless by now. When he gets no response, he reaches back with both hands, using one hand to pull apart his asscheeks from one side, shoving three fingers inside with his other. Squeezed, mewling. “Here,” He sniffled, feeling a runny snot bubble in one nostril. Moaning into the pillow as he thrust those fingers in and out of himself, blown away by how wet, smooth and hot he was in there. Felt like his whole hand could fit in there. “Fuck it into me here, hyung. So wet. I’m so wet and open right now, mnghh, feels so good, so good, fuck me in here, fuck me in hnngh —

He felt Johnny graze the buzzing head down the center of his ass, right against the crack, then miss his hole, veering off to buzz against the edge of his palm, the palm with three fingers working in and out of his ass. 

“You feel so good, huh, Markie? Doing it all by yourself. So impressive,” Johnny purred. Mark’s heart hit a cliff when he felt the buzzing head go dead. Johnny had turned it off. Palmed his ass, pressing a detached kiss to the slick cheek. Smacked it. Mark felt the vibrator hit the bed with a muffled thud. “If you’re so fully capable, why don’t you reach down there and turn it on and fuck it in yourself? Hm?”

“N-no, no, no, hyung, nghh, n-need you,” Mark protested, yanking his own fingers out, using that hand to pull apart his cheeks from the other side of his ass, displaying himself as nicely as he could. Spread his thighs further. Whimpering. “-need you. Want you, hyung, want you to do it for me, please. Fuck me with it, hyung. Or just your fingers. Please, hyung, I’m not…I’m not…not by myself…”

He hears Johnny snickering above him. Feels his breath against his ear, then his teeth grazing the lobe. “Ohhh, you’re gonna have to do a lot better than that, sweetheart. You think I like it when you’re that pathetic?” He stroked down Mark’s sweaty scalp, fingers playing at the tiny curls at his nape. “I mean, yeah, I kinda do, but that’s no excuse. Pick it up. Go pick it up, turn it on, show me you can do it yourself and then maybe I’ll think about fucking it into you.”

He whimpered against the pillow as he felt Johnny drag the vibrator farther away, the tip brushing down the inside of his leg, clearly too far away for him to reach with just an arm back. “Hyung, hyungggg …please… ”

“I need you to work for it a little, Markie. You’re such a hard worker, aren’t you? Show me you can do it.”

Mark tries to flip onto his stomach, thinking he can kick it over up to himself, but Johnny locks a hand over his waist. “Not so fast, cheater. No shortcuts. Reach back for it. Get yourself up. Work for it.”

Mark whined, rolling his teary eyes. 

He reached back with an arm and of course, he couldn’t reach it like that. Mark adjusted his thighs and felt the vibrator roll and bump into his ankle. Fuck, all the way back there…? Johnny was so damn evil. He’d better give him the best fuck of his life after all this. Mark clamped his legs shut to get a better gauge of just where the toy was —right around the lower half of his shins. He tried to get a grip of it with his calves, and folded them back, trying to pass the vibrator back to himself like that. He caught the tip of it, but it slipped from all the spit and slick and hit the middle of his ass, bouncing off and rolling back down to his ankles. Exhaled. Fucking idiot. 

He parted his legs and felt the vibrator drop between his ankles. Fuck it, he’d have to try to raise himself a little. Mark gritted, getting up on one of his elbows and reaching back, not quite touching it. Straining back a bit more, rolling his eyes back, somehow thinking that would get him closer to it. ‘Course it didn’t. He kept straining, reaching back, brushing nothing but wet thigh. He heard Johnny chuckling. God, he must look so stupid. Would Johnny just leave him like this? Unable to reach the fucking vibrator and whining, reaching back like an absolute moron? Fuck. Even for Johnny this was a new low. Mark lifted his feet slightly, trying to roll out his ankles a little to at least keep himself from cramping.

When he dropped his ankles back down, the vibrator was underneath them. Hm. It wasn’t a half-bad roller. Wasn’t foam, but…Wait. Roller. There’s an idea. Mark raised his shins slightly and rolled them forwards against the vibrator, trying to roll it closer. It takes a few tries, but it does start moving and soon enough it’s under Mark’s knees. He tries rolling it even further, but finds it hurts his knees too much. Fuck it. He reaches back again and this time he gets a grip on the silicon quilted length of it. Pulls it back, sighing in relief, pressing the tip of it against his ass. 

Johnny pressed a kiss into his hair. Closed his hand over Mark’s hand, thumb gently stroking his wrist. “Knew you could do it. Now turn it on. Make yourself feel good, baby. Show me how capable you are.”

Mark just hummed. 

Ran his own thumb up and down the length, then shifting his grip around, trying to find indent of the third furthermost circle, the power button. It was so faint. Fuck. If Mark ever leaves a review for this thing on Amazon, he’s definitely gonna mention making the buttons bigger and easier to find. And faster charging time. Two hours for thirty minutes? What bullshit.

There. Found it. Mark clicked it and sighed again, grinning into the pillow as he felt head buzz against his entrance. He pressed it against himself, then pressed harder, brow furrowing. Damn it. All this back reaching, show-me-you’re-capable BS and lo and behold, his ass had unstretched itself. Mark ground his forehead against the pillow, lowkey wanting to kick Johnny off the bed and call Jaehyun in instead. Jaehyun was so much more eager to make him come, so eager to please as long as Mark got him turned on enough and usually all that took was two minutes of extra sloppy head and then Jaehyun would be open to anything. He’d suck shower gel out of Mark’s ass. Not that Mark would ever shoot that up there. God , he can feel the sting just from thinking about it.

“Hyung, I’m not…” He muttered. Pushed his ass towards Johnny as much as he could, whining. Now mostly half-heartedly. “Hyung. Please. Open me up, open me up again, nghhh. Make me all stretched out. Stretch me with those fingers, hyung, I want you so fucking bad. Hyungggg…”

“Is that so? Okay, baby.”

Johnny’s mouth dropped back against Mark’s ass again, tonguing slowly at his hole, kissing wetly into it, grunting. God, that felt so good. So damn good. Fuckkk. Mark’s eyes fell blissfully shut and he grinded his ass harder against Johnny’s face, moaning into the warm, drool-slathered pillow. He finally pushed the toy back in. Oh, God, fuck. All the way too. “Mmmhh, yeahhh,” Mark whined shakily, now starting to mean it more with each breath. “So good, Johnny, so good…oh, fuck. Fuck, just like that. That so good, hyung, that’s so fucking good. Oh, my god, I love you, I love you, I fucking love you so mu—

Then Johnny pulled it out of him and Mark nearly flipped himself over and kicked him in the face. What the fuck —then he does flip himself over, haphazardly and grimacing at the thick wet patches against his legs along the bed, staring at Johnny as he dragged the warm gooey tip up Mark’s tensed abdomen, up his chest, up his throat.  

It pressed against Mark’s wet, numb lips.

He can smell it. Swallowed, wincing.

“What?” 

“Suck it, baby. Put it in your mouth.”

“Suck it…?”

“You need me to repeat that?”

Mark stared it, voice trembling. “-h-how do I know if…?”

“If I’ll fuck you with it afterwards?”

He said nothing. Johnny smiled.

“I guess you don’t. That’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”

Mark stared at him. Fuck. Then he grabbed his wrist and pushed the tip into mouth, shuddering. 

He can taste it too. He was gonna get sick from this, but he kept sucking it in deeper, wrapping his tongue around the slick pungent ridges running down the length, taking it in until it hit the back of his throat. The jellied texture scraped the roof of his mouth, he let his teeth scrape the edges, it didn’t matter. Drool built up in his mouth and got yanked out in flying threads dropping down his throat as Johnny started slowly fucking it in and out of his mouth. Mark moaned.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just the way you take me too.”

He slid a hand into Mark’s hair, fingers brushing his ear. Mark blinked away a tear, it melted against Johnny’s thumb.

“Mmmmghh,” He whined against it. Sucked in a breath when it reached the edge of his mouth. That made him swallow. Fuck. “-mnnnngh-nngh…”

Johnny’s other hand slid down to his waist and pulled Mark in closer. He pulled one of Mark’s legs over his shoulder, chuckling low when Mark gripped the crook of his slippery elbow to maintain his balance, still sucking the toy. His lashes fluttered open in surprise when Johnny pushed two fingers into his hole, tight and perfect all the way up to the knuckles. 

Soon Mark was whining loud against the toy, trying to suck it in time to fucking himself against Johnny’s fingers. He’s sucked so much all he really tasted was rubber now. He leaked steadily against his hip each time he squeezed against Johnny’s fingers. His ass was chafing hot against the damp, wrinkled sheets. He felt lightheaded. 

“Shhhhhhhh, shhhhhh, it’s okay,” Johnny pressed his tears away with his other hand, thumb warm against the sides of his nose. “-you’re doing so good, baby. So good. You’re doing so good. Look at you,” Leaned in, mouth against Mark’s ear. “Daddy didn’t raise a quitter, now did he?”

Mark shot water out his nose. It hit the back of his throat and turned into needles, everything in there tore itself up and he pulled off, coughing hard. His whole face felt hot, stinging. He wheezed into the sheets until Johnny closed his fingers against his mouth.

“In my hand,” He murmured. “Do it in my hand, baby,”

So Mark did. So much that some of the spit dropped off the gaps of Johnny’s fingers. Sour sharpness filled the inside of his mouth. Johnny pressed a kiss into the side of his head.

“Perfect,” He slathered it over the length of the toy and pushed Mark gently back against the bed. Mark’s legs fell open. “Yeah, like that. You just know it. I fucking love you so much.”

He only has to tease Mark’s mushy, tired hole for a moment before he can push in the tip and stuff it in all the way. Mark instinctively squeezed against it, biting his lip. Nodding, beyond words. Johnny pressed a button and the hard buzzing overwhelmed him entirely, thrumming through his tightened walls, so strong Mark felt it in his mouth. He let out soft, faint moans as Johnny dragged the thrumming vibrator in and out of him, pressing down so Mark could feel the ridges as it dragged out each time. It didn’t take long for him to pick up speed. His hips soon bounced with Johnny’s now rapid, rough arm until the wet friction felt so insane he was hot and cold in there at the same time. 

Then just when he felt like Johnny might pull it out again, Mark wrenched up and grabbed his wrist with anxious, trembling hands, stomach taut. Nails digging into his skin, near growling. “No, fucking keep it, keep it inside me, fuck.”

He viciously rode his hips against it, scarcely breathing, keeping Johnny’s wrist locked against the bed. The vibrator tore raggedly at his hole as his breaths came out faster and faster, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Everything turned white.  

Right as he came, Mark sank his face into Johnny’s stomach and bit down hard until he tasted blood.

…

Mark brushed his fingers against the rough patch of bandage stuck to Johnny’s bare skin, just to the right of his bellybutton. His hair was almost dry from the shower, his neck smelled distantly of citrus and Tresemme colour conditioner. Mark traced down the other’s wet shin with his toe, catching the faint little droplets on his skin.

“Sorry about that,” He mumbled, unable to hide a slight smile. He squeezed it gently, that spot, feeling Johnny hiss against the fresh sheets. “-you had me so fired up, I just…”

Johnny stared at him, knowingly not buying it. 

“Fuck, hun, you better be sorry,” He groaned against Mark’s damp hair, mouth warm against his ear. Fingers pinching the same, unmarred spot along Mark’s own stomach as he laughed into his chest. “-biting my fucking stomach, you feral little organism…”