Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nobody else had existed since the moment he’d laid eyes on Park. Despite his words to the contrary, Gift knew Park was jealous. He was jealous of Aspen because of Gift. He resisted the urge to clasp his hands together and twirl with delight, instead opting to tease him a little.
“You are. You totally are. You’re jealous. First Payton, now Aspen.” Gift was sure his heart would explode from happiness. “You’re so possessive,hia.”
Park’s expression grew stormy, and he refused to make eye contact with Gift. Gift tried to dull his elation, but it was impossible, so he settled for the next best thing. He carefully let the swords fall to the mat, then gave into the urge he’d had since Park walked in.
Warmth bled through Park’s t-shirt as Gift slid his palms over the smooth plains of Park’s toned stomach and chest, practically purring. Park stiffened beneath him, but that didn’t stop Gift from wrapping his arms around his neck, emboldened by this turn of events.
“Hia, not everyone is trying to fuck me...” He pulled Park in, lips brushing against the skin just behind Park’s ear as he whispered, “Just you.”
Park’s sharp inhalation made Gift’s dick take notice once more, which wasn’t exactly ideal in his slightly loose sweatpants, but that didn’t deter him now that he knew he had the upper hand with Park.
“Kla!” Park snapped, sounding scandalized. He stepped back, putting a tiny bit of distance between them. “I’m not trying to—” His voice trailed off and he looked over his shoulder, like he was worried they had an audience. “I’m not trying to fuck you,” he grumbled, looking adorably put out. “You’re the one who keeps trying to seduceme.”
Gift giggled at Park’s expression. Park was right, of course. This was all because of Gift. But seeing his effect on Park had him wanting to push the boundaries even more. He pooched out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout. “Poorhia,” Gift taunted. “Just trying to do a good deed and now your new ward is out to seduce you. It’s very Jane Eyre.”
When his gaze found Gift’s once more, his brown eyes glittered almost black. They were all pupil as his gaze dropped to Gift’s pouting mouth once more. Gift shivered. Park looked…dangerous. When he ducked his head, Gift anticipated a kiss. Instead, he yelped at the sharp pain in his lower lip, hand flying to cover the injured flesh.
Park bit him.
He’d…bittenhim.
Before Gift could even wrap his head around that, Park was dragging him in until he was close enough to Gift to feel his breath puffing against his cheek.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,ouen,” Park rasped. “I’m trying to be patient with you because you’re young and inexperienced, but I’ll only let you push me so far before I just give in and do every single dirty thing I’ve imagined doing to you since you showed up on my doorstep. And I promise, it will hurt more than a tiny bite.”
Gift went from half-hard to fully hard so fast he was light-headed. Holy fuck. What was wrong with Gift that this only made him want to press Park harder? Gift was inexperienced, sure, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew what he liked and what he didn’t. Well, kind of. Enough, anyway. He also knew this was a game between them. And, right now, Gift was winning.
“Ouch,hia. The least you could do is kiss it better,” he simpered, looking up at him from beneath dark lashes.
Park’s nostrils flared, his hands tightening on Gift’s hips. “You’re such a little demon. A succubus sent straight from hell to tempt me.”
Gift gave him a slow blink, heart hammering as a smile spread across his face. “Aw, you say the sweetest things.” Gift ghosted his lips over Park’s. “Kiss me,hia. Please?”
“We’re in the gym,” Park said, though with no real heat.
Gift brushed their noses together. “So, kiss me quickly.”
“Brat,” Park muttered, lips slotting against Gift’s.
Park swallowed Gift’s broken sigh but not the moan that spilled out as Park sucked at his bottom lip, biting down once more, gently this time. His hand cupped Gift’s jaw, tugging his chin down to open his mouth, kissing him deeply. Thoroughly.
Just a kiss was enough to have Gift whining against his lips, desperate and aching, his whole body on fire as Park took what he wanted.
Finally, Park pushed him away, his hands coming to rest again on Gift’s narrow waist. “Do you want to learn how to use these or not?”
What Gift wanted was to drag Park into the nearest broom closet and finish what they started yesterday, but that wasn’t going to happen. “Do you even know how to use these?”
Park scoffed. “You doubt me?”
He didn’t. While Gift didn’t know everything about Park’s past, it was no secret that as a former operative, he had killed countless people in service to a country he’d lived in only half his life. That he had a reputation for being one of the best in the field.
Knowing Park as Gift did, it seemed impossible that the man who insisted Gift follow every old-fashioned custom in the book was the same man they’d called the Bone Collector. That was the thing about Park, though. He had this duality that Gift found fascinating and so incredibly hot. He had a youthful face, an easy smile. He was charming when he needed to be, funny without trying. He was effortlessly beautiful and took care of Gift without him ever needing to ask, buying him clothes, making him dinner, making sure he finished his school work. All the things he never had before.
But then there was the other Park.
Dark, dangerous, mysterious.
The unrepentant killer, wickedly smart, shockingly bold. The Park who looked at Gift like he couldn’t decide whether he was something to be savored or swallowed whole. The Park that said the most deliciously dirty things to Gift as he was making him come. The Park who threatened to punish Gift in ways that had him biting down on his knuckles while he jerked off in the shower just to muffle his cries of Park’s name.
