That was the last cohesive thought Gift had before Park’s hands were back under his shirt. There was no teasing this time. Gift cried out as Park’s teeth sank into his neck just as he stroked his thumbs across his nipples.
The effect was dizzying.
“This what you wanted?” Park asked, still playing with the stiff peaks, tugging and soothing, then scraping a nail over them, alternating open-mouthed kisses with painful bites as Gift’s brain fought to process the warring sensations.
“I—” Gift cut himself off with another shaky breath as Park licked over the indentations left by his teeth.
“You…?” Park prompted, sucking a mark behind his ear, overlapping the faint one from the other day. Gift opened his mouth to attempt some kind of coherent response, but Park tugged roughly at his nipples, even as he rubbed his face against his neck, scenting him like Gift had wanted to do that morning. This would all be so much easier if they were just animals.
“It hurts,” Gift managed, voice catching on a dry sob as Park continued his torture.
That wasn’t entirely true. It didn’t hurt, exactly. It was just…too much. Too much sensation coming from too many places all at once, and his mind couldn’t keep up. So, he just stopped trying, letting the fog floating at the edge of his brain take over, making everything seem almost hazy.
“Does it?” Park said, as if this was new information. “Then I’ll just stop.”
Suddenly, his touch disappeared. Gift cried out, grabbing Park’s wrists and trying to put his hands back where they were. “No, no, no. Please,hia. I’ll be good. I like it. I like it so much. Please…”
Park snaked one arm around Gift’s waist, the other sliding up to grip Gift’s hair hard, right at the base of his neck. Gift moaned at the pressure as Park craned his neck back enough to meet his gaze.
Fuck, he was so hot. His eyes were so beautiful, even while he gave Gift a taunting look that sent lightning through his belly. “You don’t seem to know what you want,ouen.”
“I want you,” Gift whined, suddenly blinking back tears. God, what was wrong with him?
Park’s smile was almost condescending as he tightened his hand in Gift’s hair, bringing the other one up to stroke softly at Gift’s plush cheek. “But you do have me,” he chided softly. “I’m right here, giving you just what you asked for. But still, you complain. I think maybe we should wait until you know what you want.”
Goosebumps erupted along his skin, his brain deliciously wrapped in cotton as he connected the dots. This was the game. This was his punishment. This was a test. The scene had already started. All he had to do now was play the role Park had cast him in. “No,hia,” he begged sweetly, giving Park his widest doe eyes. “I’m a good boy. I-I’ll do what you want. Please?”
Park’s pupils blew wide, his brown eyes bleeding almost black. “Are you sure,ouen? Are you sure you can be good for me?” he growled.
Gift nodded rapidly, not even the slightest bit embarrassed at the desperation clawing at his insides. He’d never been so turned on in his whole fucking life. “Yes. I promise. Please. Please, can I stay? Please, will you touch me,hia? Teach me? I’ll be so good.”
Park pretended to think about it. “I don’t know…”
Gift pouted prettily. “Please? Please? I-I can prove it? I’ll do whatever you say.”
It was a dangerous offer. Gift didn’t know this Park. Had no idea what he was capable of. But he knew, deep in his core, that there was really nothing he wouldn’t do for Park, no matter how depraved.
“You’re so pretty when you beg,” he said casually. “Open your mouth.”
Gift did as he was told without question. Park worked his jaw back and forth, then opened his mouth, tongue darting out, saliva pooling then dripping from his tongue straight into Gift’s mouth. “Close.” Gift snapped his mouth shut. “Swallow it.” Gift did as he was told, eyes fluttering like what he’d swallowed was something holy. “Show me.”
Gift opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show it was clean.
Park brushed his thumb across Gift’s bottom lip. “Good boy. Now, I want you to pay attention. Are you listening,ouen?” Gift nodded as best he could with Park’s fingers still knotted in his hair. “Green means go. Yellow means slow. Red means everything stops. Say it back to me.”
Gift blinked rapidly, forcing his brain to try to process Park’s words, voice shaky as he repeated, “Green means go, yellow means slow, red means stop.”
“Good,” Park said, rewarding him with a chaste kiss. “Color?”
“Green,” he said, a little too fast.
Park chuckled, dipping his head for another kiss, this one slower, deeper, more intense, making Gift’s head spin. When he pulled back, Park was staring at him fondly. “You gonna let me do what I want to you, my sweet boy?”
How was that even a question at this point? “Yes,hia.”
“Good, then lie back and put your hands back on my thighs.” Park’s lips twitched like he was trying not to laugh at Gift’s speedy compliance. “If your hands move, mine stop. Understand?”
Gift’s heart tripped in his chest, and he was leaking so much precum that his pants stuck uncomfortably to his skin. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed. This was all Park’s fault. “Yes.”
