Once more, it occurred to Park to slow down. Maybe just make out with Gift a little—placate him, show him all the teenage heavy petting he’d missed out on, then send him on his way. There was still time. He could do the responsible thing. Thesensiblething. Gift didn’t deserve…whatever Park was doing to him now.
But he knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He wanted to see Gift fall apart, wanted to be the one who made him come for the first time. The idea of defiling Gift sent a little spike ofsomethingthrough Park’s veins. Something dark and possessive and primitive that made him want to mark his territory, to let Payton know Gift was off-limits.
Park’s hand cupped Gift’s chin, forcing him to look at him. Gift was already wrecked, lids at half-mast, lips swollen and spit-slick, deep bruises marring his throat. “Well?”
“Well…” Gift echoed, slow-blinking at him again.
“Did you come here to seduce me? Did you think I’d take you to my room, strip you down, and fuck you? Is that what you were hoping for?”
Gift’s mouth went slack at Park’s words, hips grinding once more like he couldn’t stop himself, the words spilling free without thought. “Please,hia. Please. I want that. I want you…so bad. You can. I’ll be good. I’ll be whatever you want. Please?”
As soon as Park released his chin, Gift looked down, sliding his hands up under Park’s shirt as he continued to work himself against him. Fuck, if Gift kept going, Park was going to come before he did. Every time their bodies collided, pleasure sparked through him, pushing him closer to the edge.
Finally, Park gripped Gift’s hips, keeping him still until he whined, lifting his head so Park could see the full force of his betrayal and frustration etched into his pained expression.
Park just needed a minute to calm down. He reached down, palming over Gift’s erection, squeezing until Gift whimpered, jerking up into Park’s touch, clearly desperate.
“Please,” he gasped again, working himself against Park’s hand just like he had his cock.
Gift’s joggers were wet where the head of his cock rested. Park pressed his thumb just under the head through the fabric until Gift keened.
“Already making a mess in these,ouen,” Park murmured, tsking with fake disappointment. “You wanthiato take care of you? You want me to make you come,waan jai?”
Gift choked on a sob. “Na, hia.Ao, ” he begged, too far gone to even notice he’d slipped back into Thai.
“You going to be good for me? You said you wanted to be good for me.”
Gift nodded against Park’s shoulder. “Please…” he whispered.
Park slipped his hand past the waistband of Gift’s pants, biting off a groan when he realized Gift wasn’t wearing any underwear. He really had come there to seduce Park. How could anyone be so innocent and so devious at the same time?
Park wrapped his hand around the velvety smooth skin, squeezing until Gift moaned long and low, leaning forward, his tongue darting out to taste the skin at Park’s jaw. It was just a little lick, but it was enough to drive Park crazy, to make him think about that sweet little mouth in other places, like wrapped around him, his full cheeks bulging with the head of Park’s cock.
Fuck. Park wanted to walk him to the sofa and bend him over it, to drag his joggers down and spread him open and eat him out until he was screaming, to bite and suck and lick every inch of him until his body was a roadmap of bite marks and bruises, until he was so thoroughly claimed, nobody would ever doubt Gift was his.
Park swiped his thumb over the head of Gift’s weeping cock, gathering the sticky wetness and using it to smooth the glide of his hand as he began to work him slowly. “Oh, my God,” Gift moaned into Park’s shoulder. “Oh, my God.”
“Yeah,hiamaking you feel good?”
“It-It-feels so…oh, God, don’t stop… It’s-it’s so…so…” Whatever he was going to say turned into a cry of surprise until Gift’s teeth sank into his shoulder. But even that didn’t keep him silent for long. Soon, every stroke was met with high-pitched whines and low throaty groans until Gift was just babbling. “Oh, please…oh, please…so close. I’m so close…”
“Yeah?” Park growled.
Park’s cock was so hard he probably could have pounded nails into a board with it. Watching Gift fall apart was just as sexy as he’d imagined. He could feel Gift’s panting breaths, the way his thighs squeezed Park’s as he tried to fuck himself up into his fist. No, it was sexier than anything his imagination had conjured up.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Gift chanted.
Park loosened his grip, slowing his movements to a crawl, then stopped altogether.
Gift sat up, his exasperated expression endearingly cute. “Why?” he wailed.
Park used his free hand to grab the fabric of his shirt to drag him into a dirty kiss. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”
“Hia…” Gift cried, his irritation obvious.
“What is it,ouen?” he asked, feigning innocence. “I thought you were going to be good for me?”
Blunt nails dug into the back of his neck as he clung to him. “Na, hia. I need to come.” He peppered kisses along Park’s face, over his lips, his chin, his jaw, punctuating each kiss with a plea before finally whispering, “It hurts.”
