Park tugged on his hair. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,hia?” Gift offered.
Park nipped his ear once more, finally sliding his fingers free of his hair, massaging and scratching at Gift’s scalp almost like an apology. Gift wanted to purr at the feeling.
“Don’t forget your manners,” Park reminded. “Sit up for a moment.” He yanked Gift’s shirt up and over his head as soon as he complied. “That’s better. Now, lie back for me, baby. Rest your head on my shoulder, okay?”
Gift was trembling now, his nervous system going haywire. He didn’t know if he was scared, nervous, horny, flustered or all of the above. As soon as his head fell back against Park’s muscular shoulder, his hand snaked down, grabbing the band of Gift’s joggers, tucking them under his balls, putting him fully on display.
He gasped, his hands flying to cover himself.
Park made a sharp sound, reminding Gift of his instructions. His whole face burned, but he placed shaky hands back onto Park’s thick thighs. He took Gift’s weeping cock in hand, swiping his thumb over the head, gathering the fluid there on his thumb. “Look how wet you are already. Are you that excited,ouen? That desperate to get fucked?”
Gift whined, then nodded.
Park chuckled, bringing his thumb to Gift’s lips. He sucked it into his mouth without thought, licking over the pad of his finger, eyes sliding closed at the tang of Park’s skin and the taste of himself on his tongue.
“Dirty boy,” Park teased.
Before Gift could even formulate a response, his hand was wrapping around Gift’s painful erection, squeezing until Gift couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. “You’re so hard for me. You must be aching. Does it hurt, baby?” Gift nodded, giving another pained mewl. “Aw,” Park said mockingly. “My poor boy. You want me to take care of this for you?”
“Please,” he whispered. “It hurts so bad.”
Gift wailed as Park’s hand disappeared once more, listening as the drawer to the side table opened and closed. The overwhelming scent of synthetic strawberry suddenly filled the room. “Is that how good boys ask for what they want?”
“Please. Please. Please. Please,” Gift chanted like a mantra, wanting to burst into tears when Park’s palm wrapped around him once more. “Thank you. Thank you,hia. Thank you for touching me.”
Lips grazed his temple. “There’s my sweet boy. So soft. So…obedient.”
Gift preened. “I’m a good boy,” he said, almost to himself.
“And good boys get rewarded.”
Park’s hand began to move, stroking him with purpose, the overwhelming pleasure rendering Gift mute. There was no time to even get used to Park’s touch. He worked him with intention, his palm blissfully tight and slick. Lube. Strawberry scented lube. Was it flavored, too?
Oh, God.
Gift’s toes curled, back arching off the bed, Park’s strokes this side of too much, too fast. Soft little cries poured from Gift’s lips like water, his fingernails digging into Park’s thighs as heat pooled in his belly. “Oh. Oh.Hia…Oh, my God. That feels…so… Oh, God. Oh, please,” he sobbed, not even sure what he was asking for.
Did he want him to speed up? Slow down? He didn’t even know anymore.
“Yeah, sweet boy?” Park murmured, pressing his mouth to the slender column of his neck, leaving more open-mouthed kisses, his pace never slowing. Gift couldn’t stop the sounds he was making, face flushed and desperation building in his core, dragging him towards his release whether he wanted it or not.
“Hia…I’m…I’m gonna…”
Park’s tongue teased the shell of his ear. “You close already,ouen? Just from a little bitty handjob?”
Gift could only whimper. Something about the edge of Park’s tone, the way he mocked him just a little, was really doing it for him. Maybe Gift did have a degradation kink. He’d come to terms with that later, when he wasn’t seconds away from falling off a cliff. He moaned, that tell-tale tension building low in his stomach, as he squirmed beneath Park’s relentless hand, every tight squeeze pushing him closer to the edge.
“I-I… Oh, God. I’m…” Gift’s orgasm punched out of him, his release spilling over Park’s fist as he shook in his arms. Park worked him through the aftershocks until Gift whined and pulled away, slumping boneless against Park, his whole body tingling pleasantly.
Park presented his hand to Gift. “Look at the mess you made,ouen. Dirty boy. Clean it up.”
Gift craned his head back to look at Park, eyes wide. He arched a brow, studying Gift closely. Park was serious. Gift turned in Park’s arms, taking his wrist, pulling his hand closer. He held Park’s intense gaze as he kitten-licked his cum off each digit, making sure to swirl his tongue between each finger before taking each one into his mouth and sucking them clean. Park tasted like artificial strawberries and something just a little bitter.
When he was finished, Park gave him a sweet kiss. “You did so well.” Gift preened. But then his gaze turned stony, his voice leaving no room for argument. “But that’s the last time you get off without my permission.”
Gift sucked in a breath. “I—”
