Park couldn’t stop the soft chuckle from escaping, earning a glare from Gift. “I’m just going into the bathroom, and then I will come right back. Thirty seconds. You can be brave for thirty seconds, right?”
Gift eyed him warily. “Just thirty seconds?”
“Yes,ouen. Count out loud for me, okay?”
Gift gave a tentative nod, then loosened his grip. Park carefully extricated himself from his grasp, then looked down at him expectantly, heart twisting as he looked at Park like he was abandoning him on a street corner, not leaving him nestled in a warm bed for half a minute.
But he began to count anyway, though begrudgingly. “One…two…”
Park walked naked into the bathroom, taking a moment to wash up at the sink before grabbing a cloth and running it under warm water.
“…twenty-nine…”
“Thirty,” Park said, returning to sit on the side of the bed beside Gift, wiping him down gently, cleaning up the drying mess of spit and cum and lube before tossing the cloth into the corner. Some primal part of Park liked seeing Gift wrecked. He liked knowing that every bruise marring his soft skin was there because of him, because Gift had given himself to Park.
It shouldn’t matter. It truly shouldn’t. Virginity was a construct. Park would have wanted Gift regardless. But knowing he’d been all Gift’s firsts fed something truly dark and primitive within him. Gift was his now. Just his. He’d marked him, used him, claimed him.
Park owned him, body and soul. Gift felt it, too. Park could just tell.
Park didn’t lie down again but instead brushed Gift’s hair back off his forehead, his dick trying to rally at the neediness in Gift’s heated look. He would give himself to Park again right then, if that was what Park wanted. He’d do anything Park asked. Park knew this. But Park had to put him back together before he could take him apart all over again. “I need to go to the kitchen. Then I’ll come back to bed and we can do whatever you want. Okay?”
“How long?” Gift demanded, voice tight.
“Ninety seconds?” Park guesstimated.
Gift hesitated, voice small, as he asked, “You’re coming back, though, right?”
Park smiled, then leaned down and kissed Gift’s plush cheek. “It’s my bed,ouen. Where am I going to go?”
Gift huffed like that wasn’t the answer he’d hoped for but allowed Park to give him exactly five more kisses all over his face before Park stood once more and went to the kitchen. He tried to move fast, honestly just as eager to return to Gift as he was for Park. He grabbed water and grapes from the fridge and also the fancy chocolate bar that had sat unopened in his cabinet forever.
When he returned, Gift was sitting up, a pillow across his lap, chewing on his thumbnail. “Do you regret it?” he blurted, flushing.
Something twisted in Park’s chest. He was really not doing a great job taking care of him. He joined Gift on the bed, cupping his face. “Of course not.”
Tears sprang to Gift’s eyes and spilled over. Park swiped at his hot tears with his thumbs.
Gift shook his head helplessly. “I don’t know why I’m acting like this.”
Yep. Park was such an asshole. He could have prevented all this. Well, maybe not prevented it but at least explained that it would happen after what they’d done.
“It’s normal, baby. What we did was intense. I should have talked to you about it in advance, but I got carried away teasing you. I’ll do better next time.”
“Next time?” Gift said, voice hopeful.
Park handed him the water bottle. “Drink it. All of it.”
Gift did as he was told, handing the empty bottle back to him. Park fed him a few apple slices, then broke open the chocolate bar, placing a piece on Gift’s tongue like a sacrament.
Gift closed his eyes, savoring it. “It’s good. A little bitter.” He took the bar from Park’s fingers and broke another piece off, pressing it against his lips. “Try it.”
Park opened dutifully, holding the chocolate in his mouth before chewing. “It’s good, though.”
Gift nodded, falling quiet as he continued to eat what Park fed him. Once they were finished, Park laid back down, pulling Gift back into his arms, making him the little spoon and holding him tight.
“How are you feeling now,dek dee?”
Gift seemed to think on it, his fingers tangling with Park’s on his belly. “Weird, I guess? Kind of like my body isn’t my own? Like I want to laugh and cry at the same time. Does that make sense?”
