“Gift?”
Gift dragged himself from his thoughts, swallowing audibly. “N-No, I don’t doubt you,” he said, voice raw.
“You okay?” Park asked, sounding amused.
“I’m fine,” Gift snapped, then winced, giving Park an apologetic look. “Sorry,hia. Just…just tell me what I need to do?”
Park’s large hand cupped the back of Gift’s head, pulling him forward until his lips grazed Gift’s temple. “You seem distracted,ouen. I can’t have you distracted with a weapon in your hand.”
Gift’s tongue darted out to sweep over his bottom lip, and he gave a nervous laugh. “Then maybe you should stop touching me.”
“Why? AmIdistracting you?” Park taunted, his free hand curving to cup one ass cheek, giving it a squeeze, smirking when Gift’s breath hitched.
Now, it was Gift’s turn to suffer. “You know you are.”
“Turnabout’s fair play,” Park rumbled. “You started this game,ouen. Coming to my office, sitting in my lap, sucking me off with my boss two feet away. Now, here you are again, looking at me like you want me to bend you over those bleachers. You’re lucky all I’m doing is teasing you.”
Gift didn’t feel lucky. He felt…neglected. He wanted Park to do all the things he kept hinting at. All of them. But that would never happen if Park thought he had the upper hand.
Gift pressed his lips to Park’s chin, then dragged over it with his teeth. “You want to punish me so badly,hia. Yet, you never do,” he said, forlorn. “You just talk about it. Over and over again. Are you trying to turn me on? ‘Cause it’s working. If you had any idea how often I jerk off in the shower thinking of you… Is it because I’m really your good boy? Is that why you won’t…bend me over the bleachers? Spank me? Give me what I deserve?”
“Gift.”
Gift flushed at the warning in Park’s tone. Still, he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He let his hand trail down Park’s front, sneaking beneath his t-shirt to ghost fingers over the smooth skin just below his belly button. “Or is it because I’m still a virgin?” he asked, breathless, turning himself on while he attempted to drive Park mad. “You could fix that.”
“You’re playing with fire,” Park warned, voice tight.
Gift flicked his gaze upwards, locking eyes with Park. “I already feel like I’m in flames,” Gift said, breathless. “But I like it. I’d roll around in the coals if it meant you’d just give me what I want.”
Park’s breath left him in a huff, like Gift had knocked the air from his lungs. “Gift.”
Gift wasn’t done. “You have no idea the things I want you to do to me…the things I’dletyou do to me. Anytime. Anywhere. Whenever you wanted.”
The sound Park made was near animalistic. But he took Gift by the shoulders squeezing tightly, like he was trying to ground himself. “Behave yourself, or there will be no lesson at all,” he said tersely.
Gift blinked, feeling like he’d been pulled out of a trance.
Right. The lesson.
Gift sighed. “Yes,hia.”
“Thank you,” Park said, sounding relieved as he bent down to pick up the discarded sai swords.
“But you are going to fuck me soon, right?” Gift asked, making sure his face was the perfect mask of innocence.
Park’s head snapped up. “Christ, Kla. You can’t just ask me that in the middle of the gym.”
Gift shrugged. “To be fair, I’ve asked you other places and you still refuse to answer. I’m tired of waiting. I have other options.”
Gift expected another warning, another empty threat. But Park just stood there, studying Gift’s face for a long moment.
“Tonight…” Park managed. “Come have dinner with me tonight, and we’ll…we’ll see. But only if you let me get through this lesson in peace.”
Gift dropped his gaze to the ground, tone as docile as he could manage while horny and gloating. “Yes,hia.”
Park snorted. “Nice try,suhn.”
Suhn… Naughty. If Park only knew.
