«Room #2»

@Jackson Jackson was teasing him. The nerve of this brat. So, in return, Mark bit Jackson's lower lip and it between his, groaning a little at the groping. He let out a little laugh of his own, Jackson had this endearing treat of switching all the languages he spoke when he got excited. It was adorable. Mark wanted to make him scream in all of them. The red-head lifted his leg and threw it over Jackson's hips, pulling them tighter against each other as the other's knobby finger slid between his cheeks. "Don't make empty promises pretty boy" the elder purred back in Canto and dragged his pink tongue over Jackson's delicious lips.

@Mark Tuan "Well hopefully I won't get to wild but knowing me I probably will." He spoke softly, as his lips moved they softly knocked into Mark's. He stuffed his hands into Mark's boxers, groping both of his flesh cheek with his hands. "You know, I've wanted to destroy that pretty little for a long time." He switched in language to Cantonese, one of their shared tongues. Jackson squeezed Mark's again this time one of his fingers slipping down into the valley between the two mounds.

@Jackson With a little gasp, Mark bucked up again, spine curving to fit Jackson's , feeling the familiar tingle of his stirring to life. The puffy lips on his finger did not help. "You know I'm usually quiet" he said, whispering and inching even closer, their lips now divided by only a hairsbreadth of air. "But it depends on you how will i react..."

@Mark Tuan Jackson chuckled softly at the remark. The fingers on his back told him other wise. Jackson pursed his lips pressing a soft kiss to the thumb that rubbed against his bottom lip. "I would be more than happy, but you have to be quiet. Wouldn't want to wake up Bammie." Jackson slid his other hand down to Mark's round , both of them rough squeezing the flesh starting to massage it.

@Jackson ""No, Coco will." The american deadpanned, once again rolling his eyes at Jackson. Funny thing though, his fingers didn't follow the snarky remark, instead continuing to follow the tense line of muscles, digging in from time to time. Suddenly Mark realized how broad Jackson actually was. Bucking back into the grip of his , Mark moved his other hand from Jackson's hair to his mouth, a thumb on his lower lip, set on wiping that stupid grin off of it. "Yeah? Wanna show me how much you missed me?

@Mark Tuan "Oh a kiss?" He cocked his brow perking up a bit. "Tell me, ge, are you going to be the one to give it to me?" Jackson loved the way Mark's hands moved down his back. "Missed me?" He couldn't help but let a grin pull onto his face. Jackson was very well know for being a attention , and even more known for sulking if he didn't get. "Awe, ge. I missed you too." He commented sweetly, one of his hands slid down Mark's cupping his cheek.

@Jackson "Such a good boy" Mark mumbled while his head was wrapped in the hoodie, right before it was unceremoniously discarded on the floor "You deserve a kiss." he smiled again, wrapping his own arm around Jackson's massive shoulders, trailing a hand down broad shoulder blades, mapping out traces on his tan skin. He could every muscle taut under his fingertips, pressing against his chest and something in him twitched. "Why, don't you want me here?" he teased, making a face at the younger, before ducking back into his clavicle, one hand slowly tracing the ridges, bumps and dips under it, while the other threaded though bleached locks "I just missed you. Now shut up."

@Mark Tuan Luckily for them Jackson had picked on of the full sized beds on the bottom so it gave them more room to move around. "Of course." He spoke softly as he helped Mark pull the hoodie off. Jackson tossed it off the bed so it wasn't in the way anymore. His long strong arms wrapped themselves back around Mark's thin figure, pulling the man close again. With the lack of the hoodie their now bare chests pressed up against each other. "Why aren't you sleeping in your room, ge? To many strangers?" He asked pressing his palms against Mark's lower back.

@Jackson Mark just rolled his eyes at the chinese boy "You're weird, I'm used to it." he chuckled quietly and let out a hum of his own, feeling Jackson's hand on his waist. He felt so good and so hot, he could melt. Maybe it was also Jackson's influence. Nodding, he wiggled a little in his hoodie "I am. Help me get this off". There was a whine hidden there in his voice as he tried to shrug the fabric off in the tight confines of the bunk bed and the added challenge of Jackson's arms around him. Plus, hey, Jackson was already topless, it was only fair for them to be equal.

@Mark Tuan "Because you smell good, ge." Jackson replied in a lazy tone. Jackson opened his eyes looking down at the older male. "Is that weird?" He cocked a brow thinking about what he had said. "Oh well." He shrugged lightly, moving his hands around. One of his hands slipping under the red hoodie to rest against Mark's thin waist. "Aren't you hot?" He asked cocking a brow. Bambam's Thai had turned the rooms temperature to be a bit warmer, plus Jackson knew how hot he was.

@Yoo Youngjae [Room #2 for you. Hope you enjoy.]

@Jackson Murmuring something undetectable, Mark just leaned into Jackson's embrace, easily wrapping their legs together and inhaled the familiar musky scent of the younger - something he was so used to and it calmed him down immediately. One of his arms was imprisoned between their bodies, but his other laid on Jackson's neck, long fingers brushing along the soft skin. "Hmmm? Why are you humming?" he asked out lazily, his lips brushing on thе aforementioned skin. He realized that the cold in the other room that prompted him to put on a heady top, was not present in here. Plus, Jackson was a walking heater and the elder could feel the warmth seeping through to him. This hoodie might have to go soon.

@Mark Tuan Once he felt Mark curling up to him, he moved his arms around pulling Mark closer fitting their bodies together like two puzzle pieces. Jackson lifted up his head a bit to look over at Bambam; luckily he was still asleep. "No, ge, I always sleep half awake." Jackson said is a hushed sassy tone. "Yes you woke me, but I don't care." Jackson pushed the pillow around with his shoulder making it easier for Mark to breathe. He tilted his head taking in Mark's sweet scent. "Mmm."

@Jackson Jackson's state was news for Mark as he slipped beside the other boy, easily curling in to fit his gangly form against the more muscular one. How could Jackson sleep so soundly was beyond him. The world might be crashing down around him, but Jackson would sleep through it. "Shut up." he whispered again, slapping skin lightly "Bammie is sleeping." he explained and tucked himself closer to the other, desperately looking for his warmth. "Did I wake you?" the american murmured, hiding his face in the crook of Jackson's neck, half choked by the pillow

@Mark Tuan Unlike Mark, Jackson had a easy time falling sleep. Mostly it was because he was sharing a room with Bambam. It was like home for him in the unfamiliar bed. He sure as hell was spread out full sea star in nothing but his boxers, his blonde hair wild all over his pillow. He didn't hear the door open to his room or the bed dip down at first, but once Mark's sweet voice rang in his ear he opened his eyes. "Mm, hyung." He mumbled lowly before wiggling over a bit giving Mark room in the bed. "Miss me already?" He teased softly in his half awake state, knowing they had just seen each other a few hours before.

@Jackson Tossing and turning in his bed, finally gifted that blessed gift of silence he deemed to crave so much on variety shows, Mark was surprisingly insomnious. that Canto loudmouth rapper and his constant blabbering that Mark had grown accustomed to. Sure, he could talk to someone in his own room, but let's face it, he missed his own boys, definitely wasn't in the mood to be social with new people, and especially he missed his old roommate. So, the only solution was to sneak in the next door room, padding softly with his bare feet and tugging the over-long sleeves of his red hoodie. "Jackson." he whispered as he closed the door and squinted in the darkness looking for the other's mop of hair sticking from the covers. Quickly he aimed for the right bed and lifted the blanket, inviting himself beside Jackson. "Scoot a bit, you sea star."

@Kunpimook Bhuwakul (This is your room~ <3)

Jackson puffed out his cheeks as he make his way to his new bedroom. He was the first person in the house, and due to the dice he was put in room number two. He was happy he was one of the first in the house so he could get settled in without a bunch of people. He pushed opened the door peeking in, "Waah." He comment to himself. The bedroom was really nice he liked it a lot. "I'll take this one.." He comment to himself as he tossed his bag down on the bottom left bunk.