Strawberry Shortcake

Posted by @haertlibymark

The silence of the apartment is deafening when Mark punches in the code and slips in, toeing off his shoes and shrugging his coat off. It's unusual for it to be this quiet, Donghyuck is usually either cooking dinner or watching TV around the time Mark gets home from work.

Hanging his coat, Mark slides on his slippers, the ones with the little cheetah prints that Donghyuck bought him for their first anniversary back in university. The apartment is dark, not even the light of the stove hood turned on. Concern paints Mark's features; it's getting worrying now. By now, Donghyuck would be in his arms, pressing small kisses to his face and asking about Mark's work day, or he'd still be stirring some pot over the stove, barely letting Mark get close enough to back-hug him because he claims Mark brings in "dirty outside particles".

Mark shuffles down the dark hall, exhaling in relief when he sees their bedroom door ajar, warm light pouring through the crack.

Donghyuck must be in there.

Mark almost walks right into the bedroom, but he pauses, hearing a soft humming sound coming from inside the bedroom. Although he feels a little creepy for doing so, he peeks through the crack in the door, squinting until he sees Donghyuck's figure, one leg propped up on his vanity stool, rubbing lotion slowly but thoroughly on his leg.

Mark is no horny man. He has left those juvenile traits behind many, many years ago.

Except now they're back. Because if there is one thing that makes him go weak in the knees and hard in the pants, it's Donghyuck. Especially his long, smooth, hairless legs.

This, plus the fact that he hasn't seen Donghyuck since over eight hours ago, makes him already begin to salivate.

He doesn't make a whole lot of noise when he slips into their bedroom, shutting the door with a soft click behind him. One thing he knows from their years of relationships — friendship, dating, and marriage — is that when Donghyuck is focused on something, his awareness of his surroundings decreases by about fifty percent. That is both a blessing and a curse, depending on the situation, but in this situation in particular, it is a blessing set by God himself.

Mark sneaks up on Donghyuck, careful not to step on any squeaky floorboards. His arms snake around Donghyuck's waist, gently pulling his husband's body flush against his own, pulling a gasp from Donghyuck's mouth.

"Mark," he says, his surprised expression showing through the reflection in front of them, his pretty face illuminated by the warm light the vanity provides.

Mark hums, nose already sticking to the side of Donghyuck's neck, breathing in his scent. Sweet strawberry short cake. It's a scent Mark is very familiar with, as it is the scent of Donghyuck's favorite lotion, the one he uses every day after taking a shower.

"You smell nice," he comments, pressing a feather light kiss to the curve of Donghyuck's neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you more," Donghyuck murmurs, feeling Mark's hands wander on the soft fabric of his robe, playing with the belt holding it closed.

"Have you not changed?" Mark asks, peeking at Donghyuck through the reflection. "Why do you still have this on?"

Donghyuck hums, not giving a straight answer.

"Baby," Mark says.

Donghyuck doesn't answer again. Doesn't even hum this time. He stares at their reflection, eyes avoiding Mark's, cheeks going rosy.

The way Donghyuck is acting, all distant and distracted, is rubbing Mark the wrong way. His brows furrow, trying to make sense of Donghyuck could possibly be bothered by, but there's nothing to go off of. When Mark left for work just hours before, Donghyuck was his normal self, sleepy but still loving. Now, he's still loving, but it has cranked down all the way to the lowest level possible.

Having none of it, Mark carefully spins Donghyuck around in his arms. Keeping him caged between his body and the vanity.

"What's going through this pretty head of yours, Donghyuck?"

Donghyuck's lips part like he considered saying something. He doesn't say anything, just looks up at Mark through his long lashes.

"Donghyuck," Mark tries again.

Donghyuck's cheeks flush a deeper pink, spreading to his neck and ears.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Donghyuck finally manages to say, his voice small and barely there.

One of Mark's hands comes up, gently brushing a curl away from Donghyuck's eyes. "Then what's wrong, baby? You know you can talk to me about anything."

Donghyuck's lips press together as if he was trying to gather courage.

"Don't laugh…"

"Why would I laugh at you?"

Donghyuck's fingers slowly undo the fabric belt holding his robe together, letting it part just slightly. He pauses, risking a glance up at Mark. Mark stares back, curiosity bubbling into a slight impatience, but he knows not to rush Donghyuck — that'll just get him to not show Mark a thing.

It's as if the world is in slow motion when Donghyuck slides the robe off of his shoulders, revealing tan skin and a lacy lingerie set underneath that makes Mark's breath hitch. It feels as though the temperature in their bedroom skyrocketed, Mark's face flushing just like Donghyuck's. He swallows, hands shaking slightly as he reaches out, fingers softly brushing the delicate lace of the bra, thumb tracing a small embroidered flower.

"What are you doing?" Donghyuck asks, voice barely a breath. "Shouldn't you say something first?"

"I'm admiring you first," Mark murmurs, eyes flicking back up to meet Donghyuck's. He doesn't say much else, just lowers his hands to grip Donghyuck's waist, sitting him down on the vanity carefully. It doesn't feel appropriate for him to say anything, the moment is far too fragile for any of the filthy thoughts circling his head.

Once he has Donghyuck right where he wants him, Mark's hands gently trace the curve of Donghyuck's hips fingers finding the lace of the panties. He doesn't touch much in the middle, just slides his hands down to Donghyuck's soft, plush thighs, feeling the hydrated skin as he slowly spreads them on the vanity. With the sheerness of the panties, Mark can see everything that is not hidden by the occasional flower. He swallows hard, forcing himself not to stare at Donghyuck's pussy.

"When did you get this?" Mark asks, voice low, finally able to form a thought that isn't explicit to it's core.

"Last Friday," Donghyuck replies, and suddenly the memory of Donghyuck very badly hiding a package under their bed after it arrived comes back to Mark. Last week, he didn't press Donghyuck on what was in the box — it was his mail after all. But to think that Donghyuck hid something like this only to surprise Mark with it…

It ignites something in Mark. Something he never knew was there.

Donghyuck swallows, heart beating harshly against his ribs. Mark doesn't say anything.

"Do you not like it?"

Mark still doesn't utter a word, just leans in, fingers digging into the flesh of Donghyuck's thighs as he leans in, breath fanning over Donghyuck's lips. He exhales, sanity hanging by a thread, making him feel like a man possessed just by seeing his husband like this — all shy and pretty and pampered.

The question is left verbally unanswered, but the way Mark's lips meet Donghyuck's says everything the other craves to hear, moving slow a first, then deepening when the tension in Donghyuck's shoulders eases. He parts his lips, feeling the warmth and wetness of Mark’s tongue slide over his lower lip before dipping into his mouth, tasting him.

Donghyuck's hands come up, cupping either side of Mark's face, meanwhile Mark's hips press against the edge of the vanity, settling nicely between Donghyuck's legs, aching to be closer. The clicking of their mouths meeting again and again fills the otherwise quiet bedroom, shortly joined by a small, throaty noise from Donghyuck when Mark's teeth pull at his bottom lips gently before breaking the kiss entirely.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes, pulling Donghyuck all the way to the edge of the vanity, pressing their bodies flush together.

The way Donghyuck looks at him makes his mind spin. Does he even know what he's doing to him? Sitting there all innocently like he's not rewiring Mark's brain.

Mark doesn't waste another second now that he can feel Donghyuck's body up against his. His hands slide underneath Donghyuck, supporting him. "Hold onto me," he whispers, not lifting Donghyuck up until his arms are wrapped around his neck securely.

Mark is gentle when he places Donghyuck onto their bed, the mattress dipping under the weight of their bodies as they settle. With Donghyuck's robe now completely off an left behind back on the vanity, there is nothing blocking Mark's view. His eyes eat first, tracing over the delicate curves of Donghyuck's body, the lingerie hugging it perfectly, and the soft shine of his freshly lotioned skin. Then, his lips meet the side of Donghyuck's neck, the sound of his breath hitching filling Mark's ears as he mouths at the smooth, tan skin.

Donghyuck's arms stay wrapped around Mark's neck, fingers threaded between his hair, holding his head gently. His eyes flutter shut, letting himself feel Mark's lips create suction at a spot right beneath his ear.

Each and every one of Mark’s movements has him wondering how he's even able to go as slow as he is, but whenever he pulls away and sees that breathtaking, trusting face, he knows that this moment needs to be savored properly.

Eventually, Mark's head slips out of Donghyuck's hold the lower he moves down his body. The bra Donghyuck has on makes it so he can't get to his nipples easily, and so he skips over them, lips meeting Donghyuck's skin once he gets to his stomach. A small trail of saliva glistens on Donghyuck's body wherever Mark's mouth touches, leading down to the sheer panties that match with the bra.

This time, Mark doesn't skip over the area, fingers hooking onto the waistband before carefully pulling the panties down his hips and thighs. He sets them off to the side, then returns his attention to Donghyuck, who is already spreading his legs, presenting himself to Mark.

Mark's mouth is quick to be pressed against Donghyuck's pussy, tongue swiping between his lips, feeling the wetness of his folds. He feels like a starved man, and he eats like one too, lapping at the folds until Donghyuck's fingers find his hair again, tugging at the strands while small whines spill from his lips. Mark holds Donghyuck's thighs apart when he tries to close them around his head, making sure he doesn't move while his tongue flicks at Donghyuck's clit, pulling even needier sounds from Donghyuck's mouth.

He can feel Donghyuck's wetness begin to drip down his chin, making a mess of his face but he doesn't care, continuing to lap at the folds and tease just the tip of his tongue into Donghyuck's hole, feeling it leak his arousal.

"Ma—" Donghyuck chokes, mind spinning. Lately, Mark has been busier and busier with work as the busiest season ends, and so neither of them have been able to have some quality time together, making each and every sensation be amplified by a hundred.

Mark hums, glancing up at Donghyuck through his lashes. The sight above him is like looking at an angel, Donghyuck's brows furrowed, cheek flushed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Donghyuck tilts his head back with a long moan, the sound like music to Mark's ears. His fingers clutch Mark's hair tighter, hips moving instinctively against Mark's face, heat building in his lower tummy.

But before anything can happen, before Donghyuck can let go completely, Mark pulls away, making him gasp.

"Why?" He asks, voice quivering like his thighs do. "I was so close..."

Mark wipes the wetness off his chin with the back of his hand, scooting closer once more, only this time he slides Donghyuck onto his side, slotting himself perfectly behind Donghyuck's body. For just a moment, Mark pauses to free himself from his pants, kicking them away along with his briefs, then unbuttoning his shirt just to ease the intense heat traveling through his veins.

"That's why," he finally replies, hand sneaking down between Donghyuck's legs, spreading his pussy lips. His finger slides between the slick folds, tip circling Donghyuck's pouty hole. "I can't have you finishing so quickly, can I?"

As Mark slides one finger in, he mouths at the back of Donghyuck's neck, leaving little marks here and there, watching the tan skin flush pink. One of his favorite things ever is to see how Donghyuck's body gets all marked up after they're done, it fills him with a sense of pride knowing he added to his husband's beauty.

Donghyuck's arousal allows for Mark's fingers to be able to slide in and out of his hole easily, working one finger in before the next joins it inside, scissoring him open gently but thoroughly. The pads of his two fingers feel around Donghyuck's squishy insides until a sharp gasp comes from Donghyuck's lips, followed by a small moan.

"Here?" Mark asks in a whisper, breath fanning over the shell of Donghyuck's ear.

Donghyuck nods, helpless in Mark's arms. His legs tremble around Mark's arm as Mark continues to spread him open, fingers brushing past that spot over and over again, Donghyuck's juices coating his fingers thoroughly.

"Mark," he pants, mind going fuzzy again as pleasure builds on itself. "Please, I'm ready already…"

Mark hums, giving his fingers a few more pumps before sliding them back out, using that same hand to hold Donghyuck's leg out while the other guides his cock to the spread entrance. Slowly, he sinks in, warm wetness enveloping his length. It doesn't take long for him to be fully inside Donghyuck, those plush walls squeezing his cock deliciously, hips flush against Donghyuck's ass.

He doesn't move right away, letting Donghyuck get used to the sensation of being filled after a while. Mark continues to kiss along Donghyuck's shoulder, his neck, his free hand coming up to gently turn Donghyuck's head back so he can kiss him. Donghyuck's soft moans fill Mark's mouth once he begins to move, the slickness of Donghyuck's insides making each deep stroke deliciously smooth.

With each rock of Mark's hips, Donghyuck's body trembles slightly, feeling every movement to his core. Like Donghyuck, Mark's mind is foggy, only focused on the sensation of Donghyuck wrapped around him, the sounds of his small moans and gasps for air whenever he breaks their small kisses.

Mark's mouth returns to Donghyuck's shoulder like a moth to a flame, biting down slightly as his hips pick up a faster, steadier rhythm, the wet sounds of their lovemaking filling the bedroom, as well as Donghyuck's progressively louder moans. His hands clutch at the bedsheets, eyes glued to the way Mark slides in and out of him, bare cock glistening with wetness.

The realization of the lack of condom on Mark's cock briefly crosses Donghyuck's mind, but he pays no attention to it, far too focused on the way it feels like Mark is rearranging his insides in the most tender, loving way possible.

"Mm— Mark," Donghyuck cries out, tears of pleasure pricking at his eyes. "Ah—"

Mark hums. "Close again?" He asks, panting against Donghyuck's ear. He gives a low moan, hips snapping forward faster. A tight heat coils in his abdomen, signaling his release approaching faster and faster. His finger's dig into the bottom of Donghyuck's thighs, the softness of the flesh keeping him tethered to the ground.

Donghyuck gasps in return, feeling himself throbbing around the intruding length over and over again, the heat spreading from between his legs all the way to his cheeks, painting his skin in a pretty pink. "Y—yes," he manages to pant out, voice nothing short of whiny. "So… so close."

"Come on," Mark encourages, maintaining a slightly slower but consistent rhythm, knowing Donghyuck needs steady stimulation to cum untouched like this. "Let go for me, baby."

It doesn't take too long after Mark's words for Donghyuck's orgasm to rush over him, the heat in his cheeks and pussy becoming almost unbearable through it, making him let out a series of loud moans and whines he can't even begin to try and quiet down. Mark continuing to thrust into him through it all makes it last longer, the pleasure making Donghyuck's head tilt back against Mark's shoulder, eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

Feeling Donghyuck's hole tighten around his cock, Mark groans out a few praises into Donghyuck's ear, feeling him tremble around him at the sound of his voice. Mark's orgasm is so close too — balls already drawing up, ready to release ropes of cum into Donghyuck's fluttering channel.

He distantly thinks of pulling out, but he doesn't. Instead, he buries himself as deep as he can, cock throbbing as it spills directly into Donghyuck, painting his walls with white.


They lay there for a few moments, panting against each other's bodies, Donghyuck's head tilted back against a pillow while Mark's face is nuzzled against Donghyuck's neck, breathing in a mix of sweat and Donghyuck's favorite, strawberry shortcake scented lotion.

"Mark.." Donghyuck murmurs, throat dry.

"Yeah?" Mark replies, voice muffled against Donghyuck's skin.

"Nothing…" he whispers back. "I love you."

Mark smiles, pleasure fluttering through his body still. He lifts his head up, nose brushing against Donghyuck's cheek, skin damp with sweat.

"I love you too, Donghyuck."

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