Park captured his mouth before he could say anything, his kiss filthy, his hand gripping Gift’s jaw tightly, moving him how he liked as he plundered his mouth. “Shh,ouen,” he said against his lips. “You’ll have plenty of time to make up for your crimes.”
The knot in Gift’s stomach tightened. “But you—”
Park tsked, looking disappointed. “Are you talking back?”
Gift’s cock twitched. “No,” he said, sullen.
“Then be a good boy and say thank you.”
Gift gasped before he could stop himself. “What?”
“Say, ‘thank you for getting me off,hia. Thank you for not punishing me for coming without your permission. Thank you for agreeing to fuck me even when I misbehave at every turn and act like a little tease whenever we’re alone.’”
Gift opened and closed his mouth, a storm of emotions brewing inside. But finally, he just said, “Thank you,hia. For taking care of me even when I’m bad.”
Park arched a brow, tilting his head. “And…”
“And for not punishing me even though I came without your permission,” he mumbled.
Park brushed his knuckles against his cheek. “Of course,ouen. Anything for you. Now, stand up and take your clothes off. Everything. Fold them neatly and place them on the chair, then come back to me.”
Gift started to tremble once more. “We’re not done?” he asked, voice both timid and hopeful.
“Have I fucked you full of my cum yet?”
Gift sucked in a shocked breath, his dick desperately trying to rally. “N-No,hia.”
“Then we’re not done yet. Now, do as you’re told.”
Gift nodded, scrambling off the bed, limbs wobbly and uncoordinated, clumsy as he complied with Park’s wishes. When his clothes were folded, he came back, standing there, completely naked. Park stared openly, studying him intently like he was memorizing every line and curve of his body. He wanted to shy away, to hide himself, but why? He would see it all anyway and it would only make Park angry.
“Pretty,” Park murmured almost to himself. “Lie down,ouen.” Gift crawled onto the bed. “On your belly.”
Gift’s lips parted, his breaths loud even to his own ears. He collapsed onto the mattress, burying his face in his folded arms, too embarrassed to look at Park or watch what he was doing.
“Color,” Park asked, distracted, as he ran a finger down Gift’s spine and the cleft of his ass.
“Green,” Gift said, voice muffled.
Park made a sound of satisfaction, then went quiet. Nerves turned those butterflies in his stomach into angry bees, uncertainty creeping up on him. Curiosity finally won. He lifted his head to see Park undressing, dropping his clothes on the floor, catching and holding Gift’s gaze. It was another lesson. His look said it all.I can do what I like but you have to do as you're told.It should have made Gift mad. Instead, he was already getting hard again.
Gift couldn’t stop himself from gawking at a fully naked Park. He was lean and well muscled, chest smooth, his cock hard and flushed red, in sharp contrast with his golden skin. Gift had seen Park in various stages of undress recently, but seeing him like this, totally bare…he was breathtaking. “You’re so…hot.”
Park chuckled. “Thank you.”
Sudden embarrassment swept over him. He dropped his head back into his folded arms to hide, but that left him completely vulnerable and blind to whatever Park planned to do next.
He sucked in a startled breath as large hands ran up his calves, thumbs teasing the back of his knees before splaying Gift’s thighs wide, leaving him fully open. An undignified squeak left Gift’s lips. Park laughed once more, but he said nothing.
Gift held his breath as he waited, mouth opening in a silent moan as Park’s lips pressed against an ankle—first one, then the other—before moving upwards. A surprised sound punched from him as Park’s tongue ran along the back of his knee, blood rushing south once more. Gift rolled his hips on the mattress without thought, seeking relief.
There was a sharp smack, Gift’s ass cheek reverberating a split second before the pain flared. Park had spanked him. He cried out, more in shock than from pain, making a wounded sound when Park’s hand rubbed the spot soothingly. “Stop trying to hump the bed. I decide what you deserve. I decide when you come.”
“Yes,hia,” Gift said miserably, then yelped as teeth sank into the plush meat of his inner thigh, biting hard enough to shock his system.
Park made a satisfied sound, laving over the teeth marks before doing it again on the other thigh. Gift’s pained cries only seemed to spur him on. Gift was painfully hard again, his cock trapped between his belly and the mattress, his head deliciously swimmy. “Are there marks?” he asked, voice raw. “O-On my thighs?” he clarified.
“Mm,” Park said, tracing the marks in question. “They’re so pretty.”
