Mark is casually leaning against the kitchen island when Jackson enters, elbows and half his torso on the flat surface and petite but curvy sticking up in the air. his lips in anticipation, Jackson comes up behind Mark and presses his hips against the delectable bottom, trapping the elder between him and the sturdy counter. "Hey babe."

"Hmm. Jackson?" Mark questions, distracted by the feeling of Jackson so full and hard behind him. He tilts his head back to look at his boyfriend and Jackson presses a chaste kiss against the proffered lips. "Mornin'."

"Good morning to you too, babe." Jackson intertwines their fingers and begins mouthing along Mark's jaw and down his neck. He at the patch of skin behind the elder's ear that he knows is sensitive and chuckles in satisfaction when he feels Mark shiver underneath him. "Here, let me help you with that." He lines up against Mark fully and grinds.

"Oh." Mark's sleepy bedroom eyes pop open in surprise. "Oh. Mmm, Jackson." He squirms and straightens up so that his back presses against Jackson's muscled chest. "Harder, Jackson. More."

Jackson suits word to action and Mark loosens his grip, hands sliding up Jackson's arms to rest them on his tense biceps. "Just a little more, Jacks. Almost done- So close-"

"Yeah," Jackson groans, perspiration falling down the sides of his face like rain. His face is flushed from effort. His hold on the pestle tightens as he pounds the garlic in the mortar with greater force. Finally, all the garlic is minced and he drops the pestle back into the bowl. He's full out sweating like he's gone for a morning workout (because it feels like he really just did).

"Good job~" Mark coos patronisingly as though he hasn't just tricked his boyfriend into doing all the hard work for him. "Thank you, Jacks~"

"God damn it," Jackson huffs, breath short. "I'm telling Jae Bum hyung to buy a blender for the dorm. I'm going to die if I have to do this everytime you decide to cook breakfast for the members on a whim."