Gift met his gaze. “Do it,hia. Fuck me. Hard. Wreck me. Fuck me so good I feel you every time I sit down for the rest of the week. For the rest of my life.”
“You’re a fucking menace,” Park growled, sitting up and catching Gift’s knees over his elbows, practically folding him in half as he leaned down to take his mouth in another dirty kiss.
When Park pulled out and thrust back in this time, Gift gasped for an entirely different reason as Park’s cock dragged over a spot inside him that made his vision go white and fuzzy at the edges.
“Oh, God… Fuck. Do that again,” he begged against his lips.
Park picked up the pace but kept the angle the same, ensuring that, every time he thrust into Gift, a shocky heat shot through him until he was a babbling mess as Park pounded into him, using him.
It was all so much, overwhelming his senses. It smelled like sex and sweat and something deeper. Pheromones, maybe? Park’s sweat dripped onto Gift’s face, the headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, and the embarrassing sounds of skin on skin and lube squelching with each thrust was all just too much. He needed to touch himself, needed relief.
As if he could read Gift’s mind, Park braced himself on one arm, reaching down between them, wrapping his hand around Gift’s now aching and over-sensitive cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, setting a brutal pace. His palm was just a little dry, the catch and slide both pleasant and painful in the best possible way.
“Oh, fuck. Park… Park…Hia…” Blunt nails raked over Park’s back, his second orgasm barreling towards him like a runaway train. “I’m so close. Can I? Can I come? Can I come? Please? Please? I’ve been good. I’ve been so good. Haven’t I? I’m a good boy. Right?” He was too far gone to be embarrassed by his own words.
Park worked him without mercy but said nothing. Gift whimpered. He was going to come. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to be in trouble. He wanted to be good. But what could he do? That train was coming and he was tied to the tracks.
He’d never felt like this, so full, so loved, so fucked out and drunk on pleasure. Park was in him and all around him, his hand driving Gift mad, cock buried so deep inside he’d carry the memory of it with him forever.
A sob broke from his lips, tears pooling then slipping, flowing freely. He couldn’t stop them.
“Shh, don’t cry, baby,” Park soothed. “You’ve been so good. You’ve been perfect. My good boy. You can come. You can come whenever you want.”
That was all it took for Gift to come a second time, this one sending his brain completely offline, his whole world fading to black.
When he came to his senses once more, Park was still pounding away inside him, staring at Gift like he was his world.
As he became more aware of his surroundings, he became more aware of his body and of the oversensitivity. Every stroke hurt, making him wince. It was a discomfort that was almost pleasant, like pressing on a bruise or poking at a sore tooth with your tongue.
He tried to grin and bear it, but as Park continued to fuck into him, it grew more and more uncomfortable. “Hia…it hurts.”
Park dropped his head, kissing Gift’s jaw, his chin, anywhere his lips fell. “Fuck,ouen. You feel so good. I’m so close. So close… You can take a little more, right? You can take it for me. Just a little bit?”
Gift clenched around him at Park’s words, wincing at the sharp pain. “Come in me,hia. Fill me up like you promised. I want to feel it.”
Park made a noise like he was in pain, his thrusts growing sloppy until he was just grinding his hips. Just when Gift was about to start begging him to stop or at least slow down, Park sank his teeth into his shoulder, muffling a shout, hips spasming and legs kicking out as he came buried deep within him. Gift swore he could feel him spilling inside him.
Park collapsed on top of him, not bothering to pull out, just burying his face in Gift’s neck, holding him tight like he was the only life jacket in a turbulent sea.
Gift wrapped his arms around him, kissing the top of his head, their ragged breaths loud in the otherwise silent room.
“Park?”
“Yeah?” he managed, pressing the words into his skin.
“Gift lakhia.”
Park didn’t say anything for so long, Gift teared up again, his stomach plummeting to his feet. Finally, Park took a deep breath and let it out, hugging him harder. “I love you, too,ouen.”
Gift clung to Park, trembling, curled against his side, head resting on his shoulder. Park should have taken the time to talk to Gift before all this happened. He should have discussed the boy’s soft and hard limits, given him time to process and ask questions, prepared him for the way his body would react once the scene ended. But it was too late for that now. Gift was dropping fast. Park needed to get up and tend to him, but whenever he tried, Gift made this pathetic little mewling sound like a lost kitten and held tighter.
Park pressed his lips to the crown of his head. “I need to get up,ouen.”
Gift shook his head stubbornly. “No.”
“Gift…”
Blunt nails dug deeper into his arm. “If you leave me, I’m going to die, and it will be all your fault,” he whined dramatically. “Everyone will know you fucked me to death.”
