mark's lips moved roughly against yours, his hands gripping at your hips as if he couldn’t get enough of you. the kiss was heated, dizzying, almost making you forget about haechan’s presence until his firm hands squeezed at your waist, pulling you back into him. a whimper escaped his lips as he pressed needy, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your shoulders, his breath hot against your skin.
your fingers tangled in mark’s hair, tugging lightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine. but you could still feel haechan behind you, the warmth of his body, the way his hands were gripping just a little tighter, growing more impatient.
breaking the kiss with mark, you turned slightly, your free hand reaching back to cup the back of haechan’s head. your fingers weaved into his soft hair, pulling him closer as he let out a quiet, breathy moan. his lips ghosted over your skin before latching onto a sensitive spot, sucking just enough to make you shudder.
“you’re so needy,” you teased, voice barely above a whisper. haechan froze against you, his lips still parted from where they had just been pressed to your skin. his breath came in shallow pants, his fingers gripping at your hips like he needed something to ground him.
you moved away from the two of them. “kiss,” you instructed, tilting your head slightly, eyes gleaming with expectation.
mark’s brows furrowed. “what?”
“like, you want a kiss?” haechan echoed, voice already breathy, pupils blown wide.
you shook your head, lips curling. “no. you two - kiss.” there was a beat of silence. mark’s jaw tightened, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he studied you, then haechan, who was already squirming, shifting in place, fingers tightening against his sides.
“you’re serious,” mark muttered, exhaling sharply through his nose.
“scared, mark?” you taunted, arching a brow.
his eyes darkened. “not a chance.”
before haechan could protest, if he even wanted to, mark grabbed his jaw, fingers pressing into the soft skin, tilting his head up. haechan whimpered, barely a sound, but enough to send a thrill down your spine. and then mark was kissing him, firm and unyielding, swallowing the tiny gasp that left haechan’s lips.
haechan melted instantly, hands clinging to mark’s shirt as he let himself be kissed, let mark take the lead. it was messy, hungry, mark’s tongue sliding against his, making him shudder. you watched as haechan let out a soft, broken moan into mark’s mouth, his body arching, his grip desperate.
mark pulled away first, his thumb swiping across haechan’s swollen lips. haechan's eyes were glazed and his breath lingered shaky.
you grinned, fingers running down haechans arm. “good boy.”
the words shot straight to haechan’s dick, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as a shiver ran down his spine. his whole body trembled, and a single tear slipped down his tanned cheek, catching the dim light.
"get to the headboard. now. both of you," mark commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
haechan moved first, scrambling back against the pillows, his breath coming in short, needy gasps. his wide eyes flickered between you and mark, pupils blown, lips still swollen from earlier.
you followed, slower, more measured, your gaze locked onto mark’s as you settled beside haechan. mark’s presence loomed over both of you, deliberate and unyielding, the weight of his authority pressing down like a tangible force.
haechan whimpered, squirming where he sat, fingers twitching as if unsure whether to reach for you or for mark. his thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking relief, but mark’s sharp glare had him freezing in place.
"good," mark murmured, rolling his shoulders back as he took his time crawling toward the both of you and taking his shirt off.
mark’s hand pressed firmly against the bulge in haechan’s shorts, rubbing slow circles. the pressure had haechan gasping, his head tilting back against the headboard as a fresh wave of tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. his hips bucked instinctively, chasing more, but mark held him in place with a firm grip on his thigh.
you watched, breath hitching, thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt for relief. the heat pooling between your legs was unbearable, your body aching for attention.
without warning, mark’s hand shot out, gripping your jaw with just enough force to make your breath stutter. "cut it out. now," he growled, tilting your chin up until your eyes locked with his. the sharp dominance in his gaze sent a thrill through you. "wait your turn."
you swallowed hard and nodded, stilling immediately, though the ache between your legs only grew worse.
mark smirked at your obedience before turning his attention back to haechan. he leaned in, capturing haechan’s lips. haechan melted instantly, a broken whimper slipping from his throat as his fingers clutched desperately at mark’s shoulders, riding out his high.
"mark, please," you begged, voice trembling with desperation. you knew it would fall on deaf ears, but that didn't stop you from trying. your body was burning, aching, and the sight of haechan falling apart under mark's touch only made it worse.
"please," you tried again, shifting restlessly on the bed. "mark, please."
but mark didn’t even spare you a glance. he only hummed in amusement, fingers tightening around haechan’s waist as he dragged another needy moan from the boy beneath him.
"what’s wrong, baby?" mark finally drawled, his tone condescending as he turned his head slightly in your direction. "feeling a little left out?"
you nodded quickly, eyes flickering between the two men.
"you hear that, hyuck?" mark's voice was smooth, dripping with authority. "why don't you go help her out?"
haechan didn’t hesitate. he scrambled over to you, hands slightly trembling as he tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. his fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra for only a second before he managed to unhook it, letting the straps slide down your arms. his breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, but he didn’t get to linger long, his hands were already moving, eager and impatient.
you lifted your hips, shimmying out of your pants as haechan helped, tugging them past your thighs. his fingers ghosted over your skin, his touch warm and unsure.
"so eager," mark chuckled, watching the way haechan practically worshipped every inch of you. "you gonna make her feel good, hyuck?"
"y-yeah," haechan stammered, his lips already tracing hot, needy kisses down your collarbone. his hands gripped your waist as if grounding himself, fingers pressing into your skin while his mouth moved lower.
he placed a lingering kiss on your hip, his breath warm against your skin before he dipped between your thighs. your hand instinctively found its way to his soft brown locks, fingers tangling in the strands. the moment you tugged, a needy moan vibrated against your skin, making your thighs twitch around his head.
"better make it good, hyuck." his voice laced with amusement as he watched haechan lose himself between your legs. you looked over at him and almost moaned at the sight of mark pumping himself as he watched you and hyuck.
haechan only whined in response, eager to prove himself as his tongue darted out, flicking over your clit with slow, teasing strokes. you threw your head back, eyes screwing shut with pleasure.
haechan ate you out like a man starved, tongue lapping at your slick with an eagerness that sent shivers up your spine. his needy whimpers vibrated against your core as he rutted against the mattress, desperate for any kind of friction.
mark sat back, stroking himself leisurely, watching the scene unfold with dark, hooded eyes. haechan let out a muffled whine against your clit as you tugged harder at his hair, his tongue delving deeper as his fingers dug into your thighs, holding you in place.
it wasn’t long before your thighs trembled around haechan’s head, your toes curling as heat pooled in your stomach. “close, hyuck,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.
he whined against you, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your core. his grip on your thighs tightened as he sucked harder, determined to push you over the edge. his hips rutted desperately against the sheets, chasing his own pleasure as he lost himself in you.
mark chuckled darkly from his spot, hand still wrapped around his cock. “that’s it, baby,” he murmured. “make a mess on his tongue.” mark’s words sent you tumbling over the edge, a sharp cry slipping from your lips as your back arched off the bed. haechan moaned against you, his tongue greedily lapping up every drop, hands gripping your thighs like he never wanted to let go.
“that’s it, baby,” mark praised, stroking himself slowly as he watched you unravel. “so fucking pretty when you cum.”
haechan whined at his words, his hips still grinding against the mattress, desperate for any kind of relief. his tongue flicked over your clit one last time, making you jolt from the overstimulation.
"move," mark instructed. haechan scrambled to the side, hurriedly kicking off his shorts and boxers, his flushed cock resting against his stomach, twitching with need. mark cupped your face, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with control. “think you can go for one more?”
your body trembled, but you nodded, needing more, needing him. “that’s my girl,” he praised, brushing a kiss against your forehead before gripping your waist. without hesitation, he lined himself up and pushed in, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. a sharp gasp left your lips as he stretched you open, the fullness overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.
mark barely gave you a moment to adjust before setting a relentless pace, driving into you with precision. every thrust hit that spot inside you that had you reeling, pleasure fogging your mind until the only thing you could do was moan his name.
“you gonna leave hyuckie all high and dry?” mark’s grip tightened around your cheeks, tilting your head to face haechan.
your breath hitched at the sight. haechan sat beside you, his chest rising and falling unevenly, soft tears slipping down his flushed cheeks. his cock was an angry shade of red, twitching with need, the tip glistening with precum. you shook your head instantly, swallowing hard.
“good girl,” mark praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. the praise sent a new wave of arousal crashing through you, making you tighten around him.
haechan whimpered, shifting closer, desperate for any kind of relief. you reached out, wrapping your fingers around his length, feeling the warmth and weight of him in your palm. he gasped at the first slow stroke, hips jerking into your touch as you began to move your wrist up and down, matching the pace of mark’s thrusts.
haechan’s breath hitched as his release spilled over your fingers, his body shuddering against you. the sight of him unraveling pushed you over the edge, the knot in your stomach snapping as waves of pleasure crashed through you. your moans tangled with his, and within a few more thrusts, mark followed, groaning as he filled you up.
he pulled out slowly, making you whine at the emptiness. his fingers traced soothing circles on your skin before he pressed a quick kiss to your temple.
"come on, let’s get you cleaned up," mark murmured, standing up. before you could protest, he wrapped his arms around you, effortlessly lifting you from the bed. his grip was firm but gentle, an arm bracing you securely against his chest. instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head against his shoulder as exhaustion settled over you.
mark turned to haechan, who was still catching his breath, body limp against the sheets. "you too, hyuck," he said, offering his free hand.
haechan blinked up at him before reaching out, fingers lacing with mark’s as he let himself be pulled up. with you in his arms and hand in hand with haechan following closely, mark led the two of you to the bathroom.
