YOU GET MEEEE wait okay drabble i have to do a drabble >> mark knows it's bad enough as it is. there was no surgical procedure, they both understood that despite the distance, despite all the hurt and accusations and seemingly endless brawls between them, this is what they agreed to do. for riku, for peace, because it was easier, because mark had enough dysfunction in his life and didn't need to add additional bodily pain to the equation. donghyuck never wanted the biological difference either so they promised, and it seems so easy then, miles, months away from their syncs, eternally synced. their wolves didn't know any better. they didn't know about the hostile months, the fights, the endless cabinet-slamming battles. they only knew the longing, the emptiness. and when the time came, they knew reunion, the soft plunge of donghyuck ruddy knot into his weeping hole, the heat of his big hands, pressed into his waist, his ribs, the tremor of his breath against his neck. thats now mark knew it was transactional now, that was the line rooting him to reality before the heat sunk in and told him donghyuck was his again. they never fucked facing each other. not like they used to.

i also think it feels very natural but it's a big jump from their previous dynamics and now they get the wholeness of it! the thing about markle is that they're sooo domestic and i think that would provide grounding for them to take those steps bc they were already like that. the concept of them cutting of each other's yapping with kisses ohhh anon you ate with that

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"I'm just saying," Chenle said, laughing gleefully. "That if this wasn't your whole plan, I'd respect you less."

"God forbid you try to do something nice- stop poking at it!"

"It's good, for oatmeal. I've never seen oatmeal that jiggles like that. We should get people on this, get it trending on social media. We'd be rich, and we can actually get you in some classes-"

Mark impatiently leans across the bed, securing his hand on the bedframe and presses his lips against his, cutting him off shortly. "You're so full of it," he punctuates with every kiss, before pulling him in for a long one, a proper kiss with his tongue skimming his lower lip, stained from the strawberries. Chenle is flushed as he pulled away, dark eyes lingering on Mark's lips. They're still new to it. Falling asleep together. Waking up together. The whole kissing thing, whenever, wherever. Mark may be a little enthusatic with it, but it's a good way to silence Chenle when he knows nothing else works.

"I'm being serious," Chenle said, huskily.

"No you're not. You'd hate it if I learned to cook."

Chenle can't lie about that, he really would.