Gift stared at him in confusion, eyes glassy and pupils blown wide. Park released one hand from Gift’s ass to skim up his chest, stopping to stroke a thumb over his pulse. He could feel the heavythud thud thudof Gift’s quickened heartbeat beneath it. He pressed deeper, letting it throb against his skin before continuing upwards to bury his hand in Gift’s hair, tugging his head back to bare the smooth expanse of his slender neck.
“So pretty,” Park mused, nosing along the exposed skin, cock throbbing when he realized the scent of his cologne now clung to Gift’s skin. Was that from his shirt or from when he had crowded Gift up against the door before dinner? He couldn’t stop himself from sinking his teeth into the tender skin just enough to make Gift cry out, squirming restlessly in his lap.
Park gave a low chuckle, earning a pout from Gift. But he couldn’t help it. They had just started and Gift was already so desperate. Park bet he could get him to come just from this, just from him rutting against him while he kissed and licked and sucked at whatever skin he could reach. His innocence was so adorable and so intoxicating, Park was high off it. It made him want to maul Gift, made him want to hold him down and fuck him until he cried.
“Was the shirt part of your little plan?” he taunted, his voice just barely above a whisper as he tugged the cotton down to lick a broad stripe over Gift’s collarbone.
“What?” Gift slurred, dazed as Park ravaged whatever skin he could reach. His neck, his chin, his jaw.
“You like smelling like me,ouen?” Park asked, sucking at the skin behind his ear. “Do you wear that shirt out with your friends? Do you go out wrapped in my scent? Do you wear it when you sleep?”
Gift whined, fingers spasming at his shoulders.
Maybe it was too much, too soon. But he needed to hear it. He needed to know that Gift had branded himself as Park’s even if he wasn’t supposed to. Even if Park had done everything in his power to reject him. “Do you wear it at night, alone in your bed? Do you press it to your nose and touch yourself while you think of me?” That earned him a tiny groan. “Don’t lie, either. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“Don’t want to say,” Gift said, choking on the words even as he rocked against him. “It’s embarrassing.”
Park pressed his lips to Gift’s ear. “It’s just you and me,ouen. Tell me. Do you get off wearing my shirt? Have you come with my scent all over you?”
Silence stretched, and Gift trembled in his arms, whimpering. “Don’t make me say it.”
“If you can’t say it, you shouldn’t do it,” Park teased, nipping at his earlobe. “Come on. Tell me. I already know, I just want to hear you say it.”
Park knew it was wrong to tease him. Gift was completely inexperienced. He’d had his first kiss less than four hours ago. And now, Park had him squirming and desperate, and instead of taking care of him, he was tormenting him.
But he couldn’t help it. Gift looked so pretty like this, full cheeks flushed pink, lips forming a sulky little pout. Park couldn’t stop himself from tasting that mouth one more time, running his tongue along the seam until Gift granted him entrance then dipping inside just enough to tease before pulling back.
Park released his hair, massaging the spot, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Tell me,hia.”
Gift pitched forward, burying his face against Park’s shoulder with a muffled, “Yes,” as his fingers slid down to play with the hem of Park’s t-shirt, making his dick twitch in his pants.
Fuck. Gift was so good. Such a good boy. “Yeah? You like smelling like me? You want everyone to know you’re mine? That you belong to me? That you’re taken?”
Gift gasped, breath hot against Park’s skin even through the fabric of his t-shirt. “Yes,please,” Gift said in a desperate whisper.
Did he even know what he was begging for? Park’s hands found Gift’s ass once more, coaxing him into a gentle rhythm, stifling a groan at the friction that set fire to his insides.
“That’s it. That’s good. Feel good, baby? Is that what you needed?” he rasped.
Gift’s arms went around his neck. “Hnf.”
Park smiled. He’d take that as a yes.
“You really are mine,” Park murmured, giving his ass another squeeze before sliding his hands upwards under Gift’s shirt —Park’sshirt—letting himself trace the knobs of his spine, his smooth skin warm beneath his fingertips. “You’d let me do anything to you.”
Gift lifted his head, lust drunk, gaze hazy with pleasure as he gave a stuttering nod, his eyes now locked on Park, like he was hungry for more words. He could give him that. He’d give him everything.
Park’s fingers danced over Gift’s side, then his belly, the muscles quivering beneath his hands as he explored. The more Park touched, the more Gift moved, rolling his hips faster and with more intent each time.
Park captured his lips in another lingering kiss, then asked, “Did you plan this,ouen? Did you think about how you’d come to my apartment wrapped in my scent and stare up at me with those big, brown eyes, and I’d…what? Fuck you? Pick you up and bury myself inside you right up against my front door?”
Gift slow-blinked at him, cheeks no longer pink but crimson as he moaned, “Oh, my God.”
Gift’s embarrassment was driving Park crazy. He wanted to see just how far he could push him. “Did you want it that badly? My hands on your body? My lips on your skin? Me inside you?”
Park was just turning himself on. He attacked Gift’s throat once more, biting down hard enough for Gift to yelp and try to flinch away, but Park’s fingers knotted in his hair once more, locking him in place. “I asked you a question. Did you come here to seduce me, Kla?”
Before Gift could answer, Park was moving again, mouthing at whatever skin he could reach, biting and nipping, listening as Gift’s breaths became pants, frantic hips falling off rhythm like his body was short-circuiting. He wiggled restlessly in Park’s lap, clearly unsure what he should say or do.
