Gift took a sip of his own wine, savoring the flavor before nodding. “Did my mom kill people? Does she…still kill people?”
“It’s not my place to tell you that,” Park said.
Gift gave a stilted nod. “Do you like killing people?” Park’s expression became brooding. “We could go back to talking about sex,” Gift threatened.
Park sighed. “I don’t think about it one way or another. It’s a job. It has to be done. I’m good at it.”
“Do you ever feel bad? Like even monsters have families.”
Park met his gaze, voice terse. “There are no innocents in this game we’re playing,ouen. We know going in that there’s a good chance we’ll die. Being an operative sounds cool on paper, but the retirement plan is a coffin and a fabricated eulogy.”
Gift nodded. “So, why do you do it?”
Park seemed to think about it as he took another sip of wine. “I’m the perfect person to do it.”
Gift frowned. “Why’s that?”
Park shrugged, his honey brown eyes meeting Gift’s. “Because when I die, nobody will miss me.”
Gift’s breath punched from his lungs at Park’s words, tears instantly pricking at his eyes. “I’d miss you,hia,” he breathed. "I would miss you so much.”
“Kla…” Park said, seemingly flustered, pushing his chair back from the table like he meant to run.
Before Gift could second-guess himself, he stood, moving around to where Park sat before crashing down into his lap.
“What are you doing?” Park rasped, even as his hands found Gift’s waist.
“I don’t know,” Gift said honestly. “Will you kiss me again?”
“Gift,” Park said, his voice a warning.
Gift slid his hands up Park’s chest, reveling in the feel of hard muscle beneath the thin fabric. He didn't want Park to refuse him, couldn’t bear to hear it one more time. He heard himself beg, “Na, P’.”
It was just one word.Please…
Gift didn’t even know what he was asking for, but Park groaned, his hands rising to cup Gift’s face, dragging him closer so he could slot their mouths together, licking his way inside without hesitation.
After a moment, he broke away to say, “You are making me fucking crazy,ouen.”
“Then stop fighting this,” Gift begged against his lips. “Stop fighting me.”
What was Park supposed to do with a lap full of Gift, who was warm and willing and whining? One kiss and Gift was already restless, hips rocking, already hard as he sucked the wine from Park’s tongue. Fuck. Park moved his hands to Gift’s ass, unable to stop himself from squeezing then kneading the flesh beneath his palms before dragging him forward, letting the boy feel the effect he had on him.
Gift gasped into his mouth—maybe from the jolt of pleasure, or maybe he was just surprised to find that Park was hard, too? Gift gripped Park’s shoulders, blunt nails digging in as he rolled his hips mindlessly. Park yanked off his glasses and tossed them onto the table, swallowing every half-bitten cry that spilled from Gift’s tongue.
God, Park had wanted this forever, had denied himself this pleasure for so long. He’d wanted Gift since the moment he darkened Park’s doorstep, suitcase in hand, smiling shyly. And now, he was in Park’s lap, wearing Park’s shirt, kissing him like he was drowning and Park was much-needed oxygen. Park was only human and Gift’s mouth was sinful, tongue timid at some points, then bold at others, like he was testing what Park liked and what he didn’t.
Park had imagined taking Gift apart slowly, had fantasized about all the ways he could ruin him, take him apart piece by piece until he was messy and mauled and fucked out beneath him. But Gift clearly wasn’t interested in slow. He was whining, fingers flexing into Park’s t-shirt as he rutted frantically against him.
If he didn’t slow him down a little, this would be over before it started. Park didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Gift’s words from earlier floated back into his head.
“I would be that for you.”
“I want to be good for you.”
Christ. This was Gift’s first time. He needed to at least slow down enough to make it good for him.
Park pulled back, Gift’s bottom lip still trapped between his teeth, releasing it with a wet pop before returning to suck on it briefly. It earned him a whimper and another wanton grind of Gift’s hips against his dick, sending a jolt of fire through his blood.
