Park stared at him, pupils blown, an almost sinister look on his face that was definitely doing things to Gift’s insides. “My sweet, obedient boy is actually a total brat. Always misbehaving. Coming in here, wiggling on my lap, begging for kisses while you suck on my thumb. What should I do about that?”
Gift had no time to answer as Park closed the distance between them and flicked his tongue into Gift’s mouth as if his own thumb wasn’t still there holding him open. All he could do was sit there and take it, his fingers digging into the arms of the leather chair beneath them.
Gift was throbbing and could feel his cock leaking as Park kissed him in a way that felt filthy. He wanted more. He wanted a real kiss like last night.
When Park pulled back, he didn’t release him, nailing him in place with his gaze as drool continued to run down Gift’s chin. Park watched for a moment, then used his thumb to smear it across Gift’s full cheek. “Such a mess.”
Gift flushed, whining his name. “Hia.”
Park released his hold on Gift’s chin so abruptly he almost fell backwards. In fact, he would have if not for Park’s hands clenching his ass, keeping him from tumbling off his lap.
Gift wiped at his chin, hot all over, the salt of Park’s skin still raw on his tongue. There was a slight burn from where Park’s blunt nail had dug into the soft inner lining of his mouth. Gift wondered what it would feel like to have two or even three fingers in there. Would Park gag him, make him suck them, fuck them past his lips?
“I can be good for you,hia,” he swore, breathless.
“Can you?’ Park asked, gaze raking over him. “Because you haven’t listened to a word I’ve said in weeks.”
As if that was Gift’s fault. Park was the one who’d never even bothered trying to figure out who he really was. Gift had a right to act out. He’d put up with Park and his incessant rules for months. Gift could have lived with the strictness. He would have even welcomed it if it came from a sexual place and not just another person trying to control his life for him.
“That’s ‘cause you’re not asking for the right things.” Gift pouted, letting his hand drop to grind his palm against Park’s cock.
Park dragged him in for a kiss, the first real one since he’d entered the office. It was all teeth and tongue, wet and so dirty. It stole the air from Gift’s lungs and the thoughts from his head, temporarily rendering him mute. When he could finally think again, it was onlymore, more, more. How could Park just kiss him like that and then stop?
“I can be good,” Gift promised, leaning into his space. “I’ll be so good for you,hia. Please.”
Park groaned. “Christ.”
He was wavering. Gift could feel it. “Wasn’t I good last night?” Gift asked. “You said I was. You said I was your good boy, remember? Let me be good for you again.”
He hated the way his voice shook but forced himself to keep making eye contact with Park.
Park dragged his knuckles over Gift’s cheekbone, his voice a low murmur. “You think coming in here to my office and acting like a little tease is being good,ouen? I should put you over my knee.”
Gift was painfully hard, practically throbbing at Park’s words. Gift had dreamed of a million scenarios with Park in the starring roles, but even in his dirtiest fantasies, he’d never sounded like this, voice raw and dripping with promise. It made Gift ache deep down in his core.
“Is that what you want? You want to punish me?” Gift asked on a whine, grinding down on Park’s cock, moaning at the pleasure exploding behind his eyes. “Do it. I want you to. You can do anything to me. Anything you want.”
Park snarled, fingers curling around Gift’s neck, pulling him in for another kiss that stole his breath and a tiny piece of his sanity. “You have no idea what you’re offering up,ouen. You should be very fucking careful.”
Gift didn’t relent. “I mean it. I do. Take what you want. Do whatever you want.”
At night, in Gift’s dirtiest fantasies, Park did far more than spank him. Sometimes, he tied him up, kept him open, forcing him to just lie there and take what he was given. Sometimes, Park teased him for hours, not letting Gift come until he begged.
“Jesus, Gift. Where did you learn to talk like this?” Park snapped, as if he could read the thoughts in his head.
“Pornhub,” Gift said honestly. And books. And a little fan fiction. But he didn’t have to tell Park everything. “I learned a lot of things there. I can show you?”
Gift leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw, moaning at the scrape of Park’s stubble against his lips. When Park didn’t stop him, he moved his lips to just below his ear, sucking at the sensitive place just below it until Park hissed and snatched him back by his hair. “You need to go back to class, Kla, before someone catches you sitting in my lap and there’s a giant scandal.”
Gift’s heart clenched. It was like Park had just steamrolled over it. “You said you weren’t going to ignore what happened between us.”
Park sighed, then used a finger to brush Gift’s hair from his forehead, expression softening. “I’m not,dek dee. But we’re in my office and you should be in class, and we still need to talk about this…about us.”
Gift canted his hips forward, whimpering at the delicious hit of ecstasy that shot through him at the contact. “You don’t want me to go,” he said stubbornly.
Park sighed. “Of course, I don’t. That doesn’t mean you should stay.”
“But I could,” Gift said softly, running his hands over Park’s chest, making another contented sound at the feel of the heat of his skin bleeding through the thin material. He didn’t stop there, sliding down taut abs to settle on Park’s belt, pulling the leather free.
