“You touching yourself,ouen?” Gift groaned around him, the sloppy sounds increasing. Park took that and the way Gift was slightly shaking as another yes. “Did I say you could touch yourself? Did you even ask? I thought you were supposed to be my good boy?”
A quiet sob escaped Gift’s lips as he pulled off. “Na?Na, P’. Please?”
Park could have teased him a little longer, but he didn’t. For a million reasons, not the least of which was them getting caught like this. “Go ahead,dek dee. Make yourself come. Let me hear you.”
To Park’s surprise, Gift took him back into his mouth, working himself faster as he sucked sloppily at Park’s aching cock. There was no finesse, just Gift slurping loudly on him while he jerked himself, but it was more than enough to push Park right over the edge. “Gonna come,ouen.”
It was the only warning he could manage before he was pulsing onto his tongue, watching as Gift swallowed it all. He didn’t take Park’s spent cock from his lips, just whined around it as he fisted himself two more times, then cried out.
They stayed like that for a minute, Gift’s head resting on Park’s thigh, his hand stroking Gift’s hair, both breathing heavily. Finally, Park pulled Gift up and settled him in his lap. It was dangerous, but he wasn’t going to leave Gift on the floor after this.
Gift lifted his cum-covered hand, showing it to Park, nose wrinkling in mock disgust. Park couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his wrist and pulling it to his mouth, watching Gift’s eyes go wide as he licked each of his fingers, one by one.
“You taste good,” Park assured him.
Gift gasped, then he pulled his hand from Park’s lips, using his other hand to drag him closer. “I don’t believe you,” was all he said before capturing Park’s mouth in a filthy kiss that had him sucking the taste of himself from Park’s tongue.
When Gift pulled back, Park kissed his forehead, neither of them talking for a long while.
Only once they’d righted their clothes and Gift was sitting on the corner of the desk, Park practically standing between his knees, did Gift finally say, “Why is my mom getting Kendrick involved in this?”
Park shook his head. It was a valid question but one he didn’t have the answer for. There was no real reason for Anchali to have inserted herself into this at all. If she had truly been that concerned, why had she sent Gift to Park instead of hiring him private security where she could keep him close?
“I don’t know,ouen. But we can’t ignore this.”
“Ignore what? There’s nothing even happening. So far, all we have is a rich dead girl in a cheap dress in a dirty trailer park. Not exactly the espionage games you and my mom used to play.”
Gift wasn’t wrong. But that didn’t bring Park any real comfort. Something was going on. Something far more insidious than just Anchali wanting to protect Gift. Park just couldn’t figure out what the hell it was.
“We’ll figure it out.I’llfigure it out. But for now, go back to class before anyone notices your absence. I’ll see you for the meeting after school, okay?”
Gift’s face fell and he stared at him with hurt in his eyes, suddenly looking every bit of his age, the vulnerability feeling like a kick to the stomach. Park sighed, pulling him in and dropping a chaste kiss to his cheeks, then his nose, then his mouth. “We’ll talk more later,dek dee.”
Gift eyed him warily. “You promise?”
Talking later was a bad idea. The worst idea, because it was clear, to Park at least, that he had no ability to say no to Gift. And Gift was determined to lose his virginity and Park sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone else touch him. “Yes,ouen. I promise.”
* * *
"I found something,” Persephone said as soon as Park called the meeting to order.
“Wefound something,” Lennon said, giving Persephone a dirty look.
Persephone leveled a flat stare at him until he collapsed back against his seat, then she looked to the others. “As I was saying, I found something.”
“What is it you found?” Gift asked before Park could.
Persephone narrowed her gaze at Gift’s neck, a smug look on her face as her gaze flicked from the new darkened marks on his neck to Park. After Gift’s impromptu blowjob, Gift had insisted on a minor make-out session with him before he agreed to go back to class.
Why was Persephone looking at Park? Were they being obvious? What did it even matter? They were both adults. This wasn’t a high school. It was a graduate school. But even as he thought it, he knew it mattered. It mattered because Park could be accused of playing favorites with Gift, even though they could already say that as he was Gift’s…guardian? Bodyguard? Park didn’t know what he was to Gift anymore.
Persephone finally dragged her gaze away from Park to turn her tablet towards them. There, on the screen, was the dead girl’s social media page. “Did you know the dead girl was an influencer?”
“She had a name,” Gift said, frowning.
Park’s heart squeezed. His sensitive boy. No, not his. Christ.
Persephone gave an agitated sigh. “Fine. Did you know that Madison Byerly was an influencer?”
