When Gift had arrived for dinner, he hadn’t expected Park to force them to actually eat dinner. Which he had. All of it. Even though Gift had assured Park he wasn’t hungry. More than once. Still, Park had sat across from Gift, doing his best to engage in a conversation about…something. Something boring. Gift couldn’t have told anyone what they talked about even with a gun to his head.
Luckily, dinner had simply been light, some kind of soup.
Gift had tasted none of it.
His mind was on one thing and one thing only: Park fulfilling his promise to take Gift’s virginity. Well, he’d said that they’d see…which in retrospect might have meant that Park would once again make Gift wait. Fuck, what if he made him wait? He just wanted Park to take him to bed. Most guys didn’t have to work this hard to get people to fuck them. He was starting to take it personally.
When he’d said as much, Park had kissed his temple like he was a little kid but had taken him to his bedroom. A shock of excitement had rocked through Gift’s whole body like he’d touched a live wire, his eyes falling on the king-size bed with its iron spindles and boring navy and white comforter.
Gift should have known it was a trap. The moment they entered the room, Park had insisted Gift shower, then brush his teeth and even blow dry his hair…then sit and wait while Park had done the same. He hadn’t even let them shower together. He’d sat on Park’s bed, in Park’s t-shirt and borrowed gray joggers, mollified somewhat by Park’s scent still on the collar of his shirt.
By the time Park had returned to the bedroom, Gift was ready to jump out of his skin. He had never been so aware of another person in his life. It was like every time Park moved, Gift could feel the air around them shift. Maybe he was losing his mind. Had anyone ever been driven mad by perpetual blue balls? When Park had taken his hand, Gift had threaded their fingers together. Park kissed the back, dragging his lips across the skin there, then he’d…turned on the television and insisted they watch a movie.
Watch a movie. Watch a movie!? That was when Gift had snapped and asked him what was going on. Park had given him a look, this sort of cold once-over that felt like a caress, his voice eerily calm.
“If we’re going to do this,ouen, we’re doing it on my terms. Not yours. You’ve been begging me for this for weeks. You wanted me to punish you. To teach you. So, here’s lesson one. I make the rules. Not you. And tonight, you’re going to learn to wait.”
Park had murmured those words while standing behind him—lips right up against Gift’s ear—before plopping down in the center of his bed, back against the headboard and patting the spot between his legs. Gift had stared for a solid minute, frozen in place. Part of him wanted to tell Park to go fuck himself, but the other part had never been so turned on in his life.
In the end, he’d sat between Park’s legs, his back to Park’s chest, his ass flush against Park’s crotch. He’d done his best to grind on him a bit under the guise of getting comfortable, sulking when Park just hit the button on some k-drama they had started watching months ago, way before they had come to the Watch. Gift didn’t even remember the storyline, and he wasn’t sure he even remembered the actors. His boredom led to his mind wandering to more…interesting things. Naked things. Sexy things.
And that was when it started. Park’s fingertips ghosting maddeningly across his belly. Over his shirt. Just stroking, thumb tracing a line from his belly button to his waistband, again and again for an entire episode. He wanted to peel his skin off. He had never been so hard in his life. It was embarrassing. It was painful.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He tried to make his movement casual, placing his hands on Park’s bare thighs, just beneath the seam of his athletic shorts, letting his fingers do some wandering of their own. Park’s hands disappeared from Gift’s waist immediately, taking him by the wrists.
“Uh-uh,” he said, voice low and borderline hypnotic, lulling Gift into this hazy feeling. “You get what I give you,ouen,” he said before nipping at his earlobe. “Onlywhat I give you.”
Gift couldn’t help the whine that passed his lips. “You promised,” he said, voice just above a whisper.
Park’s laugh rolled over Gift like warm water. “Promised what?”
“That…” Gift trailed off, knowing Park had promised nothing really. His shoulders fell, defeated. “Never mind.”
He was going to die a virgin.
One of Park’s hands left Gift’s wrists to squeeze the back of his neck. “Oh, don’t sulk,ouen.” Park nosed behind his ear. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be thoroughly ruined. But on my terms.” Gift shivered, a broken gasp leaving his suddenly dry lips. “Or, if it’s too much for you, we could end this now and ease into it later.”
He was taunting Gift. It was a challenge. Like he thought Gift couldn’t handle whatever it was Park had in store for him. Gift was starting to wonder that, too, but he wasn’t going to give Park the satisfaction. “I’m…I’m good.”
“Yeah? Are you?” he asked softly, returning his hands to Gift’s waist, skimming up under his t-shirt this time, his fingers cool on his overheated skin. “Are you going to be good for me,ouen? My good boy?”
A million butterflies took flight in Gift’s stomach, heartbeat tripping and his cock leaking into his borrowed pants. “Yes, please,” he said, breathless.
Gift felt Park’s chuckle more than heard it. He swallowed audibly as fingertips skimmed up, up, up, trailing over his ribs, over his chest, avoiding his nipples that were painfully hard and aching. He needed Park to touch him,reallytouch him. This was fucking torture. But Park’s fingers just started their infuriatingly slow descent back down, dipping just below his pants before sliding back up once more.
And so it went, over and over again. Park’s hands were soft, teasing, his breath fanning against Gift’s ear and cheek. Sometimes, it was his fingertips, sometimes, his knuckles. Each time, they edged closer and closer to touching him where he desperately needed.
Gift wanted to beg for more, wanted to kick his hips back and grind into Park’s cock until he threw him on the bed and finally gave him what he’d been begging for. He shifted restlessly, trying once more to entice Park by wiggling his ass right over Park’s only semi-hard dick.
Park snagged Gift’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding him tight against him, rubbing himself against Gift, letting him feel his cock thicken with each slow grind. “Good boys don’t try to rub off onhiawithout his permission,” he chided, voice hardening as he growled, “Be. Still.”
Gift throbbed at his words, nodding numbly. He couldn’t draw a full breath, his chest tight, practically panting over nothing. He was hyper-aware of every atom in his body. The barest hint of a touch was like touching a spider’s web, sending a thrill through his whole body. It was making him crazy. It was making him dizzy. It wasn’t the first time Park had touched him intimately, but this time, it had weight, it had mass and volume, pushing all the oxygen from the space until Gift could only close his eyes, drop his head against Park’s shoulder, and wait.
Park gave a hum of approval. “That’s it, pretty boy. Just lie there and lethiaplay with you.”
Gift whimpered, flushing at the needy sound he made, managing a barely-there, “Y-Yes,hia.”
Park gripped Gift’s hips tighter, grinding against him once more like he couldn’t stop himself. At least Park wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. That was something.
