Park snatched his wrists, looking genuinely startled. “What are you doing?”
Gift sighed, giving a look he hoped conveyed how stupid he thought Park was in that moment, before sinking to his knees between Park’s legs, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Gift ran his gaze over Park’s muscled thighs, wishing they were both naked. He wanted nothing more than Park’s skin on his. The thought made him groan.
“Gift…” Park said, his name a warning.
Gift ignored him, tugging his wrists free to slip under Park’s desk, tugging his chair closer. “Now, nobody will know. Please?”
Gift tried to look confident while his heart hammered against his ribs. Would he make him leave? Chastise him again? He swallowed audibly as Park stared at him, clearly conflicted, his gaze darting to his office door and back.
Finally, he shook his head, releasing Gift’s arms. A shock of relief rolled through his whole body. He went to open Park’s pants once more, but Park batted him away, making short work of freeing his own cock, sliding his hips forward and letting his knees fall open just a bit.
Gift made a helpless sound at the sight of Park, flushed and leaking and so very hard. He had to press a hand onto his own throbbing dick, practically salivating. He was so…pretty. Gift had been too far gone to notice last night, but not now.
Park was perfect. He took his time, running his palms over thick thighs then kissing the skin there just as Park had done to him the night before. Gift still had the bruises to prove it.
Gift took him in hand, liking the feel of his cock, giving it a few experimental pulls. Park groaned. Gift bit his lip, trying to get used to the velvet feel of his skin, the thickness, the way it felt almost heavy in his palm.
It was different than when he did it to himself. He could see Park’s belly rise and fall with quickened breaths just from Gift stroking him. It made him feel warm all over knowing he was the one making Park feel good.
God, he could practically hear Payton and Morgan teasing him for romanticizing a blowjob, but he couldn’t help it. He’d wanted this for so long. He leaned forward, then hesitated, a heaviness in his chest as reality set in. “Um, Park?”
“Yeah?” he grunted, frowning down at him.
“Just…just remember I haven’t done this before. You know, just in case I suck at it.”
“That’s kind of the point,” Park teased, leaning down to cup Gift’s face for just a moment.
Gift snorted. “You know what I mean.”
Once more, Park gently pushed Gift’s stubborn bangs from his forehead. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. I just want to make it good for you,” Gift said.
Park gave him a genuine smile. The first he’d seen in a while. “Just watch your teeth and everything else will be fine,” he assured him, trying to sound reassuring, but underneath his words, his voice was…strained. Like he was already barely hanging on.
“O-okay,” Gift managed, shuffling a little closer on his knees, wishing the floor was carpeted.
Gift had no idea what he was doing, so he tried to remember what Park had done to him the night before. Park had just sort of swallowed Gift down, but that wasn’t going to happen with Park. He was too much. Gift leaned forward, bringing the flushed head of Park’s cock to his lips, licking over the skin there, dipping his tongue into the slit, tasting the precum. It was…bitter.
Park hissed, hands tightening in Gift’s hair before he seemed to remember himself, loosening his grip but not releasing him entirely.
Gift continued to squeeze around him before he took just the tip into his mouth, sucking noisily as his tongue swirled, butterflies erupting in his stomach as Park moaned his name.
It made him bold. Maybe too bold. He took Park deeper until his lips met his closed fist, making an unattractive sound as he gagged. He pulled off, gaze darting to Park to see if he was going to make him stop, sucking in a breath as he looked up to see Park watching him, pupils blown and an almost primal look in his eyes.
Gift shuddered, then tried again, taking slightly less but still hollowing out his cheeks, dragging his mouth up the length, admiring the heaviness on his tongue, the weight of it against his jaw. His first couple of tries, he continued to gag, but then Park said, “Breathe through your nose,ouen, and don’t worry about going so deep.”
Gift whined around his dick, liking the way Park’s nails scratched at the base of his skull, holding him loosely but not trying to force him down. Soon, Gift found some kind of rhythm, pumping his hand along the bottom, swallowing as much of Park as he could with each pass.
With Park’s pants undone, his shirt had come untucked, leaving a triangle of skin on his belly visible. Gift couldn’t stop himself from using his other hand to run his fingers over his abs, realizing they tightened each time Gift dragged his lips just right.
“Fuck,ouen. You look so pretty like this. My pretty boy. On your knees for me,” he breathed, his hips rolling loosely. “Can you look at me?”
Gift flicked his gaze upward, mouth stretched around Park’s cock, eyes watering just a little now that Park was participating.
Gift was just about to drop a hand to his own aching cock when there was a terse knock on the door.
