Mark throws his head back, condescending laughter ringing between the pair. "You can't handle me."

"Oh yeah?" Jackson challenges. "And how long do you think I'll be able to last?"

Mark meets the younger's blazing gaze head on. "Ten."

Jackson narrows his eyes. "Get on."

Mark easily swings his legs across Jackson's lap and straddles his hips. He slowly lowers himself onto Jackson and locks his knees around the younger's waist, arms snaking around his torso to plaster their bodies together. Jackson grunts and bites down on his lower lip so hard Mark is almost afraid his teeth will tear through skin.

"Ready when you are, Jackie~" Mark coos into Jackson's ear, who shivers at the sudden breath of warm air ghosting down his neck.

"Shut it," Jackson hisses and readjusts their positions, the sudden jolt causing Mark to wind his arms tighter around the younger. He was already flushed from exertion and breathing hard. "You talk to much."

"I'm going now," He forewarns before beginning his downward descend... And goes splat on the ground the moment he even attempts to do one push-up with the additional weight on his back.

"This is why little kinds shouldn't be playing adult games; you'll only get hurt." Mark pats Jackson's cheek patronisingly and unstraddles the younger, dusting invisible dirt off his palms. "Try again once you've become a real man, Jackson."

The elder mock-salutes and makes his way out of the room, leaving behind a Jackson with his humiliated ego lying smashed into smithereens around his mangled, exhausted form.