Park kissed Gift’s shoulder as he lazily started to move, working him open. Gift relaxed in increments until Park curled his fingers just right and fireworks exploded behind his eyelids. “Oh, my God.”
Park chuckled, fucking into him a little faster, fingers aiming for that spot inside him now, dragging over it more often then not, sending these little bursts of indescribable euphoria through him until he felt drunk and syrupy.
“Do you think you’re ready,ouen?” Park asked finally.
“I’m good. I’m ready. I want you inside me,” Gift said, too far gone to be embarrassed at how needy he sounded.
Park slipped his fingers free, leaving Gift clenching on nothing, feeling open and exposed and impossibly empty. He expected to feel Park’s cock press into him, but instead, Park grabbed his hips, manhandling him onto his back, before settling between Gift’s bruised thighs, hovering over him.
Park rested his weight on his forearms, gazing down at Gift with an unbearably fond expression. He smoothed a hand over Gift’s sweaty hair, pushing his bangs off his forehead. “You already look so fucked out, baby.”
Gift blinked heavy lids at him. “Whose fault is that?”
Park leaned down and kissed his nose, then his cheeks. “You still want to do this?”
Tears threatened as once more his feelings became too overwhelming to be contained. “More than anything.”
“Okay, baby. Just try to stay relaxed for me. Yeah?”
Gift nodded, head lolling on his shoulders, body flushed with embarrassment, staring at the wall as Park reached down between them. Then there was a blunt pressure at his entrance, far bigger than one or two or even three fingers. His hands grasped at Park’s shoulders, needing to hold onto him, to feel the warmth of his skin under his fingers, needing Park to ground him so he didn’t float away.
Gift couldn’t stop the cry that ripped from his lips when Park finally pressed into him, pressing past that first tight ring of muscle. Gift’s fingernails dug deep, his whole body seizing up, the burning pain only growing worse, causing him to panic.
“Shh,” Park soothed, completely still above him. “Shh, baby. Just relax. I’m not moving. I’m going to stay right here until you’re ready. Okay?”
Tears spilled over Gift’s cheeks, running to his hairline. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. This is normal,ouen. I promise.”
Before Gift could say something more, Park’s mouth found his, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss, sucking gently on his lower lip, before his tongue swept inside. “So perfect,” Park whispered against his lips. “My perfect boy.”
Gift whined, holding him tighter, doing his best to forget the pain that was growing duller by the minute. Park’s kisses were the antidote, distracting him from his overthinking until Gift was a boneless mess once more.
Gift shifted a bit beneath Park, testing. It didn’t hurt. “I’m… I think I’m good,” he said when Park came up for air.
“Mm,” Park said, mouth sliding over Gift’s, clearly in no hurry. Gift let himself be kissed again and again until he felt drunk from Park’s lips. Gift had kissed Park many times by now, but this felt different. He kissed Gift like he was trying to communicate something he couldn’t say with words.
When Park finally slipped in another inch, Gift was practically a puddle, his brain as soft and malleable as taffy. Park stifled a groan as he sank the rest of the way in, not stopping until their hips were flush.
“Still good?” Park asked. Gift nodded, lids at half-mast. “Put your legs around my hips,ouen. Hold on tight.”
Gift did as he was told, linking his ankles at Park’s lower back. He collapsed his weight on top of Gift, burying his face in his neck as he rocked his hips in slow, steady strokes.
There was no pain, just this feeling of being full, being owned, possessed, taken. His own erection had flagged when Park pushed inside but was now slowly taking interest once more, trapped between their bellies, the friction making Gift squirm beneath Park as he began rolling his hips upwards to meet each thrust.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. You’re doing so well. Taking me so well. My good boy. Fuck.” Park sounded a little breathless. Knowing that was because of him made Gift feel powerful. Invincible.
“You’re so deep,” Gift gasped without thought, one hand worming its way between their bodies so Gift could press on his belly. “I swear I can feel you way up here.”
Park’s hips fell off rhythm. He pulled back to look at Gift, expression pleading. “Christ,ouen. You can’t say things like that.”
Gift giggled. “Why? It’s true.”
Park smiled then kissed him once more before saying, “Because it makes me want to wreck you.”
The smile slipped from Gift’s face, his hands cupping Park’s cheeks. “So, do it.”
“Gift.” Park said his name like a warning.
