He felt Gift shake his head from his hiding spot before he said, “And also…I like when you’re a little mean to me. When you talk down to me just a little.” Gift leaned back to look at Park, still shy. “But only, like, a little. I don’t want you to be, like, really,reallymean to me. Not verbally, anyway. That would make me cry.”
“Not verbally, anyway.”Christ.
Park gave him a reassuring smile. “I only want to make you cry when you feel good. Or when we both decide it’s okay to make you cry for other reasons.”
“Other reasons? Like from…pain?” Gift asked, breathless, his brown eyes glittering with anticipation. “You like it when I cry?”
Park skimmed his thumb across Gift’s cheek. “You look so pretty when you cry,ouen. Even prettier when you’re crying on my cock. I bet you’ll look even more so with tears running down these pretty cheeks while I discipline you. Does that scare you?”
Gift’s pink tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. He definitely didn’t look scared. He looked two seconds away from begging Park for round two.
Finally, he shook his head. “I’m not scared.”
He sat up and threw a leg over Park’s lap, settling himself on his thighs, biting his lip when he saw Park was hard again before looking at his own erection.
“This conversation did get you excited,” he teased. “Dirty boy.”
Gift blushed again, then took Park’s hands, lifting them to his face, hiding again as he asked,“Is there anything you want to do with me? Something you like that I didn’t mention?”
Park could sense that it would make Gift feel better if he also had kinks he wanted to explore. Luckily, they seemed to be on the same page with their likes. Still, Park’s appetites were plentiful.
“Our kinks are shockingly aligned. But there are some things I’d want to try with you that you didn’t mention. If you’d be interested, that is.”
Gift took Park’s hands and placed them on his chest, leaning into the touch. “Like?”
Park flexed his hands over the smooth muscle before stroking over the boy’s abused nipples with his thumbs. Gift gasped, flinching away from the touch.
“Sensitive,” he whispered.
“Mm,” Park said, noncommittal. “I want to tie you up.” He pulled Gift closer, meeting him halfway to capture one of the sensitive peaks into his mouth, sucking until Gift cried out then licking over it in apology. “Orgasm control.” Park took Gift’s cock in hand, stroking it slowly. “Edging you for hours until you’re begging for relief.”
“Hia,” Gift whined, hips rolling seemingly without thought, working himself into Park’s fist.
Gift looked so beautiful like this, flushed and bruised and tender. Park wanted to eat him alive. “Dressing you up. You’d look so good in panties…or maybe a skirt. Both?”
Gift’s hips moved faster. “Fuck.”
Park slid his free hand into Gift’s hair, dragging his mouth to his, fucking his tongue into his mouth. “Impact play with objects other than my hand.”
Gift moaned against his lips. “What kind of things?”
Park bit at his jaw, his cheek, just below his ear. “Hair brush? Paddle, maybe? Flogger? Ruler?”
Gift whimpered. “Hia?”
“Hm?”
Once more, he buried his face in Park’s neck. “I want you inside me again.”
Park groaned. The responsible thing would be to give him a day to recover. To maybe have a conversation or two about what this meant for them.
But Park was long past being responsible. “You sure you’re not too sore?”
Gift’s hand reached out to stroke Park’s cock tentatively and he licked the spot just under Park’s jaw. “Please?Na?Na?”
“Look at me when you’re asking for something,” he said sharply.
Gift snapped upright, lips parted and glossy with spit. “Please,hia? Please?”
