When Gift went to return the weapons to their home, Aspen stopped him with a grip around his forearm. “Come back tomorrow after class and I’ll show you more. You have good instincts.”
Gift’s eyes went wide. “Really?”
Aspen frowned. “Yeah, really. Don’t let those assholes convince you that you can’t do something before you even try. I’ll work with you until you have all the basics you need to pass training, okay?”
Gift’s heart raced, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, okay. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. It’s my job.”
Gift nodded. “Oh, right.” He folded his hands and raised them to his chin, giving a slight bow. “Thank you,adjan.”
* * *
Gift didn’t knock before he barged into Park’s office, letting the heavy wooden door slam shut behind him. He ignored Park’s curious look, crossing the room to climb into his lap, straddling muscular thighs just as he’d done last night. Park’s hands landed on his waist as he blinked at Gift in confusion.
“Kla, what are you doing?” Park asked, voice stern in a way that made Gift’s dick take notice. “This is my office.”
Of course, it was his office. Why else would Gift be there? The edge to Park’s voice caused apprehension to take root. Was this where Park took it all back? Everything they’d done last night? But even as Park chastised Gift, his hands squeezed his waist in a way that made Gift feel small and warm and wanted. He wiggled on Park’s thighs, rolling his hips as if trying to get comfortable, but Park continued to eye him shrewdly.
Gift ignored the look. “Yes, that’s why I’m here and not somewhere else. I needed to see you,” he said, breathless as he lifted his hands to cup Park’s neck.
Park leveled a hard look at him, his tone sending a lightning strike of desire through his whole body. “You know you shouldn’t be in here. Especially during school hours.”
Gift was in such a good mood he couldn’t even bring himself to care about Park’s grumpiness. “Hia, I did so good in weapons class,” he said in a rush, still riding high off the news that Aspen was going to train him personally.
Park stiffened, jaw tight, tone sliding from severe to aggrieved fast enough to make Gift’s head spin as his dick hardened painfully in his now too tight pants.“What? I told them that you were not to take part in—”
Gift smacked his lips over Park’s in a chaste kiss, effectively silencing him.
“Gift, you can’t—” He kissed him again, cutting him off. “You can’t just—”
Gift pressed their foreheads together, pressing a finger to his lips. “Shh,hia, you’re going to give yourself a stroke.”
Park glowered at Gift, then pushed his hand from his mouth. That was fine with Gift. He swayed closer, ghosting his lips over Park’s before biting his bottom lip, tugging just like he’d had done to Gift last night.
Park’s hands slid from his waist to his hips, giving him another squeeze, voice raspy in a way that danced deliciously over every nerve ending in Gift’s body. “What are you doing,ouen?”
Gift had hoped Park would be happy for him about Aspen, but he’d clearly forgotten what a control freak he was when it came to Gift. He shifted his lower body again, making sure Park could feel how hard he was, a rush of adrenaline running through him as Park’s hips rolled up to meet his, almost like he couldn’t stop himself.
“Hia,” Gift whispered against his lips. “Kiss me, please?”
“We’re not in my apartment,” Park reminded, hands restless. Was Park’s resolve waning?
Gift rolled his hips down this time, making a tiny noise as he felt how hard Park now was beneath him.
“And there’s no lock on that door.”
Gift continued to squirm, rubbing his nose against Park’s. “Please,hia?” he whined. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. About…last night. What we did…”
Park stared at him from far too close, making him feel cross-eyed, then he sighed, hand releasing Gift’s hip to brush over his lower lip. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”
Gift had about six hundred ideas, alphabetized and categorized by least to most kinky, but he assumed the question was rhetorical. Actions were better than words, anyway. He opened his mouth, closing his lips around Park’s thumb, the tang of his skin sharp on Gift’s tongue as he began to suck, forcing himself to maintain eye contact.
Park grunted, his four fingers gripping the bottom of Gift’s chin, forcing his thumb deeper as he used his hold to drag Gift closer. Fuck, it felt so…possessive. Like he belonged to him. Like he owned him. Should Gift find that hot? Probably not. But he did. He definitely did.
With Park pushing down on the back of his tongue, Gift was a hostage. He couldn’t swallow, couldn’t suck. He could only hold still as Park rubbed the back of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to make him fear for his gag reflex. Park rolled his hips again, even as he held Gift almost nose to nose.
Gift moaned as saliva pooled in his mouth, unable to do anything to stop it from sliding from his lips down to his chin.
