Gift’s eyes went wide, lips parting, then he was nodding. “Yes,hia.”
“I mean it,” Park said, unsure if he was trying to convince Gift or himself.
“I know,” Gift said, tone implying he knew no such thing. “I’m ready,” he said, then closed his eyes and tilted his face upwards, waiting patiently. So good for him.
Park’s lips twitched. Why did he have to be so adorable? He cupped Gift’s face, hesitating for only a moment as the weight of being Gift’s first kiss settled over him. Then he was leaning in, fitting their mouths together softly. Gift huffed out a breath through his nose, mouth stiffening even as his fingers rose to clutch at Park’s shirt.
“Relax,ouen,” Park said against his lips.
Park felt the shift immediately, the boy’s lips going soft, pliant, slotting against Park’s perfectly. That should have been enough. Promise fulfilled. He started to pull away, but Gift clung tighter, lips parting with a pleading noise. Park felt that sound in his core. He begged so sweetly even when he wasn’t saying a word. Park’s thumb swept over Gift’s cheekbones as he dipped his tongue inside, getting his first real taste of Gift. Gift’s tongue met his timidly, but his legs wrapped around Park’s thighs to hold him hostage.
Fuck. His hand dropped to Gift’s neck. He could feel his pulse fluttering under his fingertips, hummingbird fast. He couldn’t stop himself. Each time he pulled away, Gift pulled him back, tiny hands fisting in Park’s shirt until they were just drinking each other in. Gift’s kisses grew longer, less shy, and soon, they found an almost hypnotic rhythm.
When Park’s hand knotted in Gift’s silky hair, a low moan fell from his lips, the sound going straight to Park’s cock. He didn’t notice the way their bodies were slotted together until Gift rolled his hips upwards, pressing his erection against Park’s zipper, the desperate sound vibrating against his lips.
This was already so far gone. “We shouldn’t,” he said, even as his tongue swept in for another taste. He couldn’t get enough.
“Please,” Gift whimpered, trying and failing to get even closer.
“Shh,” Park soothed, his mouth breaking from Gift’s to press kisses against his cheekbone, the softness beneath, the spot where his jaw hinged. Gift was practically panting now, trying to work himself against Park as he nosed behind Gift’s ear.
Park wished they were back in his room where he could lay him out and take his time. Gift would let him. He’d let him do anything. It was a heady thought, a dangerous one that latched onto that deep, dark part of Park that didn’t give a fuck about right or wrong, only take, take, take. “You like that,ouen?”
“So good,hia. So good,” he chanted. “I want more.”
Gift continued to roll his hips, and Park let him work himself against him for just a little while longer. They had to stop this. They were in school. Park’s lips latched onto the skin of Gift’s throat, biting just enough to make him cry out, then soothing over it with gentle licks, before moving on to repeat the process somewhere else until Gift’s breaths became a near constant whine. So fucking desperate and sexy.
Fuck.
All this from a kiss? What would he sound like when Park was tasting him, working him open on his fingers, burying himself inside, fucking him until he cried, until he begged?
Gift’s hands smoothed over Park’s shirt, fingertips dipping into the waistband of Park’s pants, yanking him back to his senses. He snatched Gift’s wrists, holding them firmly. If he let him open his pants, he was going to fuck him right there, bent over the table where anyone could see. This had gone on long enough.
Gift blinked at him, startled, looking a little hurt. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,ouen, but we’re at school,” Park recalled. “We can’t do this.”
“We live at school,” Gift said, trying to free himself from Park’s grasp.
Part of Park’s brain whispered that Gift was right. But it wasn’t safe. “There’s no lock on the door.”
“There’s a lock onyourdoor, on all of them,” Gift reminded.
Need clawed at Park. It would be so easy to give in. His apartment was steps away. He could have Gift naked and begging in minutes.
As if Gift could sense his resolve crumbling, he gave him one more desperate look. “You could do anything you want to me in there. Anything.”
“Christ, Gift,” Park snarled. There was no way Gift knew what he dangled in front of Park. Anything he wanted? Gift wasn’t ready for all the things Park wanted. “You can’t just say those things. Especially when you don’t know what ‘anything’ entails.”
“Then show me,” Gift pleaded, pausing a moment before adding, “I’d much rather you were my first time than Payton.”
Park released Gift’s hands to slam his own down on either side of him, meeting Gift’s wide-eyed gaze with his own furious one. “You willnotsleep with Payton. Do you hear me? Nobody touches you. Nobody.”
“Nobody except you?” Gift managed, shaking, his fingers floating to his swollen lips.
“Yes,” he snapped, then shook his head. “Wait, no. Nobody, including me.” At Gift’s look of confusion, Park made a frustrated sound. “You don’t want this. Wait until you’re back home in Bangkok or London, even. Find someone your own age. Someone you love.”
Gift’s brow furrowed. “I’m not going home, Park. Ever. I’m finishing the program, and then I’m going to become Payton’s handler.”
