Park couldn’t believe this rebellious little hellion was the same boy who had sat across from him at dinner for months. He was so mouthy, such a tease. God, Park fucking loved it.
“You don’t want to test my patience today,ouen,” Park warned, doing his best to remain impassive.
Gift hooked his legs around Park’s knees then tugged, causing him to fall forward. He had to plant his hands on either side of Gift to catch himself from falling. Now, he was just millimeters away from Gift’s plush mouth, spit-slick and slightly parted, his minty breath puffing against his skin. He stared at Park with wide eyes, like he wasn’t the one who’d put them in this position in the first place.
His gaze dropped to Park’s lips once more. “Or maybe you’re afraid they’ll get the right idea?” Gift said, breathless.
Park’s cock jumped. Gift’s cheeks were flush, his pupils dilated, mouth open, chest heaving with excitement. In this new position, Park could tell that it hadnotbeen a wrinkle in Gift’s pants. He was half-hard and pressed against Park in a way that was impossible to ignore. Jesus.
“Don’t push me,ouen,” Park growled, putting some space between them, though not as much as before.
Gift sulked prettily, chin down as he gazed up at him beneath a fringe of dark lashes. “You don’t want me?” he asked, thighs clenching around Park’s own.
Park’s nostrils flared, his fingers gripping the edge of the table so they didn’t drag Gift closer. He could feel his resolve slipping. He could smell him, that scent that was just Gift. He smelled like coconut and vanilla, like spicy soap and expensive shampoo. Park wanted to bury his nose in his neck and inhale him like a drug.
He needed to shut this down. To let him down gently but firmly. Explain to him that this game had to stop, that this childish seduction was over. Instead, he said, “That’s not the point.”
Dammit. Park was weak,soweak. He’d barely been able to hold himself back when Gift was all the way across the room, but now, he was sprawled out, warm and willing on that table like an offering, and Park was only human. He needed to touch him, to taste him, to show him who he belonged to. The thought of being Gift’s first anything flooded his head. He would make it good for him, he would be gentle and sweet. At least, the first time. If that was what Gift wanted. He could make his first time a thousand times more pleasurable than Payton could.
Gift’s eyes gleamed, his shoe running up the back of Park’s calf. “Isn’t it?”
Gift wasn’t a person, he was a demon—a succubus sent straight from hell to tempt Park, to test his resolve. “Gift,” he warned.
Gift’s tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, his gaze raking over Park, landing at his zipper before his eyes flicked upwards. “I love it when you say my name like that.”
Why did he have to sound so soft? So needy and desperate? So submissive? “Like what?” he asked, voice a raw whisper.
Park saw the moment Gift dropped the facade, the whole temptress role he was acting out, in an attempt to lure Park into something more. But if Park thought the real Gift would be any less tantalizing, he was wrong.
When Gift’s eyes met his, there was an honesty to them, a realness. “Like I’m in trouble,” he murmured, cheeks pinking once more, gaze boring into his as he said, “It makes me feel hot all over. Shivery.”
“If you keep this up, you’re gonna be in trouble,” Park promised, unable to stop himself.
Gift sucked in a breath at the dirty promise. “Yes,hia.”
Park had to bite back the snarl pulling at his chest. He’d brought this on himself by insisting on the honorific. He’d thought it would somehow serve as a constant reminder that Gift was off limits. But now, Gift deployed it at will, using it to break Park down.
Park felt himself closing the distance between them just a bit more, trying one last time to get the upper hand in a situation that was rapidly spinning out of his control. “I don’t know who it is that’s got you acting this way, but it needs to stop. You’re in over your head.”
Gift flinched, looking suddenly unsure. “Shouldn’t I get to decide that?”
“This isn’t good for you.I’mnot good for you. You’re not ready for someone like me. Or even Payton. Find someone else,” he suggested, even though the words felt like a knife in his windpipe. “Someone who can be sweet to you.”
“What if I don’t want someone who is sweet to me?” Gift countered, setting his jaw. “Why won’t you give me a chance?”
Gift needed to see this wasn’t a game. “Okay,” he said, surging forward, aiming for his mouth, testing Gift’s theory. He yelped, falling back on his forearms, dodging the advance.
Park smirked, enjoying the tiniest of victories. Before he could move away, Gift lurched forward, smacking a hard kiss on Park’s lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, eyes pleading.
The moment Gift hit him with that look, Park was a goner. With Gift’s kiss buzzing on his skin and his vulnerable expression, Park wasn’t prepared to deny him anything. Or maybe it was just a poor excuse for his crumbling morals.
He reached beneath Gift’s thighs, drawing him closer. Gift’s breath stuttered, and he looked up at Park with wide eyes.
“You want it that badly,ouen?” Park rasped, gaze falling to Gift’s mouth. “Bad enough to act like a little tease right here in public?”
Gift’s gaze grew hazy and soft, a tinge of a whine in his voice as he said, “I want it so badly,hia.”
Park’s cock throbbed at Gift’s confession. He never stood a chance. “One kiss. That’s it.”
