Park tsked. “Five,ouen. Just five. Maybehianeeds to start over.”
Gift’s responding wail was loud enough for Park to be grateful he didn’t have a secretary sitting outside his door. He ran a soothing hand over Gift’s sweaty back, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to the welts forming over his left ass cheek. “So pretty.”
“Please…”
“Please, what?” Park asked, voice filled with disinterest. “Do you want more?”
Gift fell silent. Park let him contemplate the question as he teased a dry finger over his hole. Gift moaned, pushing back on it.
Park slapped his other cheek, admiring his perfect handprint. “You take what you’re given.”
A choked sob fell from Gift’s lips. Park reached into his top drawer, pulling the lube from its hiding place way in the back. “What’s the matter, my needy little baby? Don’t want to play withhiaanymore?”
This was hardly the first time Gift had wanted to play in Park’s office. It wasn’t even the first time this week. It turned out that Gift had an adventurous streak a mile wide; he wanted to be fucked in all kinds of creative places. Under the bleachers in the gym, in the middle of the Peregrine meeting hall. Park was convinced he had a list somewhere and they were slowly working their way through it.
“I-I need you,” Gift begged.
“Oh,” he asked, like this was new information to him. “Need me to, what?”
Gift whined but fell silent.
Park collapsed back in his desk chair. He pressed two fingers to Gift’s rim, applying just enough pressure to have the boy fidgeting. “I don’t think you really know what you want. My needy slut gets stupid when he’s horny, huh?”
Gift whimpered. “Yes,hia.”
Fuck, he looked hot like this, bent over for Park, completely at his mercy. “I thinkhiashould make your decisions for you, don’t you?”
“Yes,hia.”
Park spread Gift open, fighting the urge to bury his face between his cheeks, instead spitting over his hole before using his dry thumb to push it inside. “I think my baby makes silly mistakes when he’s desperate and forgets who’s in charge, huh?”
Gift choked on a sob, pushing his hips back. “Yes,hia.”
Park kissed one greenish yellow bruise on his ass cheek, then sank his teeth into the other, biting until Gift yelped.
“Poor baby,” Park cooed, then soothed over the wounded flesh with his tongue. “Pretty,” he murmured. “My baby is so pretty with my marks all over him.”
And there were plenty. Finger-shaped bruises on Gift’s hips, teeth marks, scratches, even bruises Park had sucked into his skin as he ate him out. Gift was Park’s favorite meal and he tried to dine there frequently.
When Gift made another noise of complaint, Park realized he’d gotten lost in his thoughts. He wet those two fingers with lube, rubbing at his entrance. “What’s wrong,ouen?”
“Need it,” Gift whined.
Park pressed the tips of his fingers just past that tight ring of muscle, then stopped. “Need what?”
Another quiet sob. “I need you inside me.”
“Does my greedy little slut want to be full?” Park taunted.
“Please,hia,” Gift begged.
Park sighed. “I don’t know if you want it bad enough.”
“I do,” Gift swore.
“Okay, prove it. Showhiahow badly you want to be filled up.”
Gift groaned, knowing what Park wanted. He pushed back on his fingers until they were buried to the hilt.
