Haechan was the first one to wake up the next morning. He was disoriented at first but the arms around his body reminded him what had happened the previous night.

He looked around and saw Mark was still sleeping. He took advantage of the situation and stared at the older. Mark's long eyelashes almost touched his cheeks. The way he looked reminded Haechan of a small innocent child. It was really hard to believe that such a cute boy would be so sexy and manly when awake.

Haechan stopped daydreaming when he realized they were both still naked. He blushed. Don't get him wrong, he was very confident on his body, he was a stripper; but it was the fact that he was naked in the arms of the older boy that made his cheeks flush.

After some more staring, he decided to get up and prepare breakfast for the two of them. He tried to, but he couldn't. His efforts in getting out of the other's strong embrace were in vain. It was ten minutes later, when he replaced himself with a pillow, that he could finally leave the bed.

He looked around the room and saw the state of it. It looked like a tornado had destroyed everything on its path. After the first round on the bed, they used every inch of the room. Even the balcony had been scenery of their lust.

He examined the floor, in search for some of his clothes. He saw his destroyed lingerie. "Again! Are you kidding me?!" he whisper-shouted. "Oh, mister, you are going to pay for this..."

He looked around some more and between all the mess on the floor, he saw Mark's shirt from the night before. Feeling confident, he decided to wear it. Nothing else underneath. And finally made his way downstairs to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

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Mark woke up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. It took his brain a few minutes to work and remember everything that happened the night before. He recalled all the fun he had with Haechan and thought maybe they could have some more fun at that moment. He glazed his arm over the bed with the intention of feeling Haechan, but he was met with nothing but the empty bed. He frowned until he figured it was the younger cooking downstairs, since no one was at home yet.

He got up and walked to the closet to put some clothes on. Looking at the messy room in the process. A smirk made its way to his face. He was proud of the state of the room. It made him feel pleased and powerful. And he loved that feeling.

Mark had always been a very passionate and demanding lover, and he had had dozens of sexual partners. But no one was able to meet his standards or keep things interesting for him. That was until he met Haechan.

At the beginning, during their first times, Haechan was very shy during sex. But the more rounds they had, the more the dancer discovered his sexual persona and gained more confidence. Mark was very dominant, but he was also caring towards the younger. Haechan was submissive, but he really enjoyed acting like a brat and misbehaving. The older boy had found out the night before that Haechan really liked teasing Mark until he was punished, a punishment that he happily took and enjoyed.

Mark ended up deciding on a pair of grey sweatpants, shirtless on top. And made his way downstairs. As he got closer to the kitchen, he heard Haechan cutely humming some melody. When he arrived at the kitchen, he stood by the door frame. Quietly looking at his baby's performance.

The younger was wearing his shirt. Mark smirked, he loved that sight. His shirt was too big for the dancer, making it look like a dress and leaving his beautiful tanned legs in sight.

Haechan was humming and dancing around the room. His hair cutely bounced as he twirled around the kitchen island. He kept swinging his hips and doing pirouettes, until he collided with a chest.

He looked up from the shirtless torso and saw Mark staring at him with shiny eyes.

"Hi, baby." Mark said.

"Hi, daddy." He answered back with a smile.

"How did you sleep?". He asked as he embraced the younger boy and kissed him sweetly.

"I didn't sleep much, thanks to someone..." Haechan said teasingly while tracing some drawings with his finger on Mark's chest

"Hmmm... I'll admit that I kept you up the first two hours, after that it was all you, baby."

"And I loved it." Haechan smiled and tiptoed to kiss the older again. "I hope you didn't mind that I made breakfast."

"I love it, it smells amazing." Mark turned the younger around and hugged him from behind while walking to the stools next to the kitchen island. "I didn't know you could cook."

"I love cooking!" the dancer said with childlike enthusiasm. "I made every breakfast related food I could think of, I also made cookies... I didn't know what you liked, I can mak-"

The younger rambling was cut off by a pair of lips. "It's perfect, just like you."

The two boys enjoyed the big breakfast between laughs and teasings. It was a very domestic scene and they both loved it.

Mark took in the image of the younger, and he couldn't think of any sight cuter. Haechan's laugh was music to his ears. And the fact that he was the one making the other laugh, made him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

His eyes wandered south towards the dancer's tanned legs and dirty thoughts filled his mind. Haechan was just so sensual, everything he did, made him look sinful in the older's eyes. Mark really wanted to take him again, but he wasn't sure if Haechan was hurting from last night. He waited a few minutes for his thought to go away, but his desire for the younger won.

"Are you hurting? Was I too rough?" Mark suddenly interrupted whatever the younger was talking about.

Haechan stared at him with surprised eyes, then looked down at his lap as he blushed. "It isn't that bad... I may have taken an ibuprofen yesterday just in case we did anything..."

Mark smirked. "Then would it be okay if I had you for dessert?" He said as pulled Haechan towards him, making him stand between his legs.

"Pervert" Haechan said as he softly hit the older's chest. But nonetheless leaned in to kiss the older. And this time it was the kitchen the witness of other two rounds.

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Their morning activities left Haechan exhausted, so Mark left him resting in the room while he decided to go to his dad's office down the hall to do some work.

He needed to finish some last touches for their next mission. He had plans to make the Seo family pay for their last job. He was frustrated and angry. He really wanted to make them pay. He went over their strategy, while he lit a cigarette to calm himself down. 

"You smoke?" A voice interrupted his work. Haechan was leaning against the door, wearing his shirt again.

"Only when I'm stressed." He answered.

"What are you stressing about?" The younger said as he got close to Mark's desk to see what he was working on.

Mark saw the other's intentions and smoothly switched his illegal papers with some random paperwork full of numbers and boring contracts. He didn't want Haechan to know what his job consisted of. He knew he had to tell him some day, but not yet. That was a problem for future Mark, not present Mark.

Haechan didn't notice the change of papers and walked up to Mark, sitting on his lap. He looked at the paperwork and saw pages full of numbers. "This looks boring..."

"It is boring" He answered.

"By the way... What do you do for a living? You never told me" the dancer asked curiously.

Mark tensed. He didn't want to scare him. There wasn't any other option other than lying. "You could say I'm kind of like a CEO"

"Ooooh Mr. Mark is an important person" he teases. "Wait... I don't know your last name either!"

If he told him his real last name, Haechan could recognize his family name and realize the truth. Everybody knew the Jung family and their mafia. So he said the first name he could think of. "Lee, and yours, baby?"

Haechan then cursed mentally. He didn't realize all those questions would backfire on him. He was lying about his identity. He really wanted to tell Mark everything about him, but he would be scared of his family and leave him. Even if the older wasn't scared, if his parents found out he told someone his real identity, they wouldn't allow him to see Mark anymore.

"I'm also a Lee" he lied. He felt really bad about lying to Mark, but he couldn't drag the older into his family business, at least not yet.

"Lee Haechan and Lee Mark, that sounds nice." The older said as he played with Haechan's smaller hands.

Haechan blushed. "Yes it does" Maybe someday he could take the older's last name.

He turned his head so they could connect their lips in a sweet but passionate kiss.

"You know..." Mark started. "I really tried making last night romantic." He said as he pulled the shirt the younger was wearing down, exposing his tanned shoulder. "I just can't control myself when I'm with you." He leaned down to kiss his exposed shoulder.

"It was more than perfect" Haechan looked up to the older with a smile. "And I don't want you to control yourself" he winked teasingly.

"Oh, I see you want a nother round..." Mark laughed as he kissed the dancer while they laughed.

It was a sweet kiss, but it soon turned into a full make out session. Mark's hands hugged Haechan's waist as their tongues met with passion. It was a dirty and intense kiss. They couldn't get enough of each other.

"Woah, son, you have a room. No need to do this in the office." A voice interrupted them, causing the two to break off their kiss hurriedly.

Haechan quickly stood up from Mark's lap when he realized these men were Mark's parents. Jaehyun was smirking at his son while Taeyong stood there staring at Haechan with wide eyes. The younger assumed he didn't expect to see his son like this.

The dancer then remembered he wasn't wearing any pants, so he tried to pull down the shirt in an useless effort to hide his bare legs. "H- Hi Mr. and Mr. Lee, I'm Haechan, it's really nice to meet you. Please take care of me." He respectfully bowed and introduced himself.

Both Jaehyun and Taeyong looked at Mark when they heard that last name. They assumed the boy didn't know who they were, so they carried on the lie.

"Oh my God!" Taeyong's voice startled all of them. "He is so cute!"

Haechan blushed and nervously fidgeted with his hands. Mark knew how embarrassed Haechan was getting, so he got up to try and make all the attention on the smaller go to him. "Did you need something from the office, dad?"

"Ah, yes." Jaehyun diverted his gaze from the cute shy boy to his son. "I wanted to go over something for our next... project." He said, trying not to sound suspicious.

"Oh, I'll leave then." Haechan said. "I guess it's also time I go home."

"Oh, but you don't have to leave yet!" Taeyong said, trying to stop the young boy.

"It's okay Mr. Lee, I should really go home now, I'm sure my parents are worried." Haechan said

"I'll take you home." Mark said as he kissed his cheek, he then turned to his dad. "We'll talk after I come back, dad."

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The two boys went back to Mark's room to get properly dressed. After 30 long minutes, they finally went downstairs, where Mark's mom was waiting. The pair had disheveled hair and swollen lips, making obvious what they had been doing that past half hour.

Taeyong chuckled, remembering the days he used to sneak around with Jaehyun. 'Oh, to be young again' he thought.

"It was lovely meeting you Haechannie." Taeyong said while hugging the smaller boy. "I look forward to seeing you again soon."

Haechan felt himself get flustered at the attention, but smiled cutely. "I would love to see you soon, Mr. Lee."

"Oh, no! Please call me Taeyong or mom-.

"Okay! Enough! We will leave now, mom." Mark interrupted his mother before he could embarrass him more.

Taeyong watched the boy get inside the car with his son, not before sharing a few quick playful kisses. He waved at them from the door while staring at them fondly. "Goodbye boys! Drive safely!" He shouted.

"Goodbye, Hyuckie..." Taeyong said smiling softly as he watched the car drive away. "See you soon..."

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