Mark puts the long, hard shaft into his hot, waiting mouth, eyes darting over to Jackson to see him doing the same. He runs the tip all over the insides of his mouth, from his teeth to his inner cheeks to the roof of his mouth. Mark wraps his tongue around it and drags he rough surface up and down the stick. It hits the back of his throat and nearly triggers his gag reflex but he holds it in.

The elder can feel it building up inside and goes even faster than before, shaft sliding in and out of his lips at a rapid pace until the thick, white liquid fills his mouth. He groans.

Mark leans over the basin and spits the toothpaste out, reaching for his mug to wash the minty taste from his mouth. He hands the mug over to Jackson who has just finished too to gargle and flicks the tap on to rinse out his toothbrush, sticking it back into the holder.

"Hurry up," Mark rushes the younger who's still in the process of washing his face. "Jae Bum says we have an early schedule tomorrow morning and I want to turn in already."