“Will they bruise?”
“If they don’t, I’ll do it again. And again. And again. Until it takes. Until you’re covered in my marks.”
Gift swooned, his stomach swooping at his words. “Yes… The ones on my neck are already fading.”
“You don’t need marks for everyone to know you’re mine.”
A feeling like warm honey poured over him.“You’re mine.”How long had he been dying to hear those words from Park? The marks on his neck were already fading, but the ones on his thighs would be just for Gift. He could press on them and the pain would remind him of this moment where Park had claimed him.
“Good.”
Park’s weight shifted on the bed, then his hands gripped Gift’s ass, something cold and plastic hitting his leg. The lube bottle? He was going to fuck him. Park was going to fuck him. This was real. It was happening. Park was finally going to make him his.
The thought was sucked away as Park spread him open, exposing him fully, the cold air on his most private places making him clench. His whole body grew hot, beads of sweat erupting at his hairline as Park just seemed to stare.
Something soft and wet moved over his hole, causing him to tense, frowning at the sensation. Park did it again. His tongue. That was Park’s tongue. In his ass. Park was licking over him in long strokes like a mother cat cleaning her kittens, or like someone eating an ice cream cone. Gift’s heart rate tripled, his fingers digging into the comforter beneath him as he tried to get used to the sensation.
After a moment, he rose up on his forearms, glancing over his shoulder. He almost came on the spot. Park had his face buried, his eyes closed, his expression blissful, like eating Gift out was a dream come true. Gift couldn’t look away, riveted, as much from the picture Park made as the feeling of Park’s tongue on him.
Park’s eyes opened, like he sensed Gift watching. He held Gift’s gaze as he speared his tongue against his entrance, then sucked loudly, the noise obscene in the quiet, the show long forgotten and left on a blank screen, asking if they wished to continue. Gift squeaked, hiding his face once more.
Park growled, his lips vibrating against Gift’s skin in a way that sent pulses of ecstasy through him each time he did it. Gift didn’t think he’d stay down there doingthatfor any length of time, but it started to feel like Park had made a home there, and as the minutes ticked by, Gift slowly ripped apart at the seams.
Park seemed content as he licked and sucked at the tight muscle, teasing it, massaging over it with his tongue, even scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin there as Gift unraveled, writhing beneath Park’s ministrations. He wanted to touch himself, wanted to hump the mattress like a dog. He’d never been so hard in his life, not even a few moments ago when Park had jerked him off. He ached, his hole so sensitive that Gift thought he might come just from Park blowing air across the tender skin.
“Please,hia. Oh, my God. I can’t… I can’t. It’s too much. It… I’m so…” He made a noise of frustration, trying to grind his hips, but Park gripped his ass hard enough to leave bruises, holding him in place as he continued to torture him.
“You taste so good,ouen. My pretty baby. I want to eat you alive.”
Gift whined. “Please,hia…please,” he begged, voice catching on a sob, tears welling in his eyes.
When Park’s mouth disappeared, Gift bit his tongue so he didn’t actually dissolve into a real crying fit. He didn’t know why he was so emotional. Everything was too much and not enough, all of his feelings so close to the surface. He needed more. Needed to be filled. Needed to feel Park buried deep inside him. He couldn’t take much more.
There was a quiet click, and then something wet probed his entrance. Park’s finger. Gift let out a breath. Finally. Park didn’t push in, though, just circled around the tight muscle until Gift was climbing the walls, desperate pleas falling from his lips. Words he probably wouldn’t even remember tomorrow.
Finally, Park pushed in to the first knuckle. There was no pain, just a strange sensation of being invaded. When Gift rocked his hips back, pushing him deeper, Park smacked his ass once more.
After that, Gift tried to be still, he tried to be good. His eyes rolled behind closed lids, a moan escaping as Park pumped his finger in and out, his tongue teasing around the edges.
Park pulled out, then pushed back in with two fingers. Gift hissed in discomfort, a burning pain rocketing through him, robbing him of all thought but one. “Ow,” he whined.
Park rubbed his ass cheek soothingly, then kissed it. “You’re doing so well,ouen. Being so good for me. My good boy.”
“Hia…” Gift gasped.
Gift didn’t even know what he wanted him to do. He just needed to say something, do something. Park ran soothing circles along his back until his body relaxed once more, letting Park move freely.
“I’m going to add one more. Okay, baby?” Park asked, voice so tender it made Gift’s heart swell until it felt near to bursting.
“Yeah,” he said, voice small.
This time, when he pushed back in, Gift tensed, unable to stop the pained cry from escaping. Park’s fingers stilled, but his lips didn’t. He kissed his way up Gift’s spine, lying down beside him, burying his nose against his neck. “Just breathe,ouen. I’m not gonna move until you’re ready. Just try to relax.”
Gift’s whole body was shaking. He forced himself to take some deep breaths, knowing tensing only made it worse. Soon, the sharp burn became a dull ache. Park whispered sweet words in his ear in English and Thai, kissing whatever skin he could reach.
After a few minutes, he pulled out almost all the way, then sank back in slowly. “Okay?” he asked.
Gift took a shuddering breath, then nodded. “Yeah. I’m… It’s okay. I-It’s good.”
