Kendrick eyed him with disgust. “See that you do.”
With that, he turned on his heel and left, letting the heavy door fall closed behind him. Park counted to sixty before he slid his chair back, his dick falling from Gift’s mouth with a pop. Park leveled a glare at the boy who smiled at him with spit-slick lips.
“What is wrong with you?” Park asked, exasperated. “Are you trying to get both of us kicked out of here?”
Gift’s smile slid from his face, making Park’s heart twist. “You didn’t like it? Did I do it wrong?”
Park sighed, once more pushing Gift’s hair from his eyes. “No,ouen. In fact, it’s a little alarming how good you are at this.”
Gift held up his phone, showing him a step-by-step guide to blowjobs from a website Park had never heard of. “I found this while I was waiting.”
Park groaned, rubbing both palms over his face. “Please tell me you’re not on the school’s wi-fi right now?”
Gift grinned, shrugging sheepishly. “So…can I finish?”
Park stared down at him, then ran his thumb along Gift’s bottom lip, cock twitching when Gift’s smile faded, his mouth opening easily, eyes trained on Park’s. “We shouldn’t…” Park hedged. The light in Gift’s gaze dimmed, his disappointment palpable. Fuck. “But I cannot say no to you.”
Gift looked at him, his surprise evident. “Really?”
Park huffed out a fond laugh. Only Gift would think giving Park a blowjob was a reward. “Yeah,ouen. Do it.”
Gift needed no further prompting, enclosing Park’s cock in the tight heat of his mouth. Fuck, this was heaven. Gift on his knees for him was fucking bliss. But watching his pink tongue dart out to lick the precum that dripped down his shaft was almost too much to bear. Almost. When Park’s fingers slid back into Gift’s hair, he moaned around him, sending delicious pulses of heat up his spine.
Park shifted, gently guiding Gift’s mouth up and down his cock, doing his best to keep himself still. He didn’t want to hurt him. Gift was a quick fucking learner. Each time he slid down, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking all the way back up, the sounds obscene in the silence of the office. Park couldn’t bring himself to fucking care.
Gift looked so fucking beautiful, so debauched, on his knees for him. “Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. So pretty. Your mouth is so pretty. It feels so fucking good.”
Gift pulled off with a pop, eyes glassy, lips red and slightly swollen. “You can be rough if you want to. I-I like it. Or I think I will. Try?”
Park groaned as much from Gift’s words as his hopeful expression. “You’re going to kill me, I swear.”
“Please?” he whispered. “Na?”
Park’s cock throbbed as much from Gift’s whispered pleas as the sight he made on his knees, slightly wrecked, begging for Park’s cock. “Fuck,dek dee. Okay. If that’s what you want.”
Gift’s pupils blew wide. Gift really liked when Park called him that. It was so obvious. It didn’t make it any less hot.
He fisted his hands into Gift’s hair, tugging hard enough to rip a gasp from his throat, before pressing his cock back between his lips, giving into an urge he’d had almost since the day Gift had arrived, pushing the head up against the inside of Gift’s cheek, watching it bulge. “So good,” he whispered.
Gift flushed a deep red, but he opened his mouth, relaxing his jaw, making himself as pliable as he could for Park to use him. So, he did. He pulled back, then rocked forward, watching, mesmerized, as his dick disappeared between Gift’s lips.
Gift stared up at him, looking almost dazed, lids heavy and mouth stretched around Park’s length. He was going to be jerking off to this memory for the rest of his life. He rolled his hips upwards, pressing deeper with each thrust, eyes locked on Gift, looking for any signs of discomfort or that he wanted to stop.
But there was none. If anything, Gift seemed to want more. He fought the hold Park had on his hair to sink lower, a whine of frustration falling from his lips until Park just gave in, fucking into the perfect heat of Gift’s mouth. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Holy shit. Your mouth should be illegal. You’re doing so good. So good. You look so pretty when you let me use you like this.”
Gift whined while Park tried to keep some semblance of control. He wanted to remember that Gift was inexperienced, but it was hard when he was begging Park to fuck his throat with every desperate look, only seeming satisfied when Park fucked deep enough to make him gag.
Park could feel that familiar ache low in his belly. This felt too fucking good. Gift had teased him for too long. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
He tried to pull back but Gift fought him, releasing a breath through his nose before taking him all the way, throat convulsing. Park’s hips pulsed upwards in tiny thrusts, addicted to the tight squeeze of the muscles there fighting the intrusion, using Gift in a way that should have left him feeling ashamed but honestly had him two seconds away from spilling onto his talented tongue.
“I’m close,” Park warned, earning another whimper from Gift, who only doubled his efforts. “You gonna swallow for me?” Another whine. “Yeah? You want to taste me,ouen? Want me to use your mouth?”
Gift’s answer was a muffled but enthusiastic yes.
Park’s thrusts were wildly off rhythm now, just chasing that feeling that was right there, just out of reach. That’s when he heard it, the unmistakable sound of skin on skin. Gift was jerking himself off while he sucked Park off. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. When had he even unbuttoned his pants? Had he been touching himself as well as Park the whole time Kendrick had been there?
Fuck, that was hot.
