Gift sucked in a breath as Park rolled onto his side, rearranging them so they were chest to chest, slotting a muscular thigh between Gift’s knees. Gift froze. There was no way Park didn’t feel Gift’s erection pressing against him.
His face burned with embarrassment. At least Park couldn’t seethatin the shadows.
Park flexed his thigh, arms tightening when Gift tried to squirm away. “Is this what’s got you so fidgety, baby?”
Gift finally nodded. No use in hiding it now. “I’m sorry.”
Park chuckled. “Why are you sorry? After the adrenaline spike earlier, it’s a pretty common biological response.”
Gift whined, pressing his face to Park’s bare chest. Park flexed his thigh, applying a steady pressure that had Gift gasping.
“Hia…”
Park tipped his head up, and their lips met for a long, lazy kiss that made Gift’s heart feel too big for his body.
Park continued to rock his thigh against Gift’s. “Feel good,dek dee?”
“So good,” Gift managed, breathless, unable to stop himself from grinding on Park, the pleasure too sharp, too intense, leaving him no choice but to chase it.
Park kissed him again and again as Gift moved, praising him, his words driving him closer and closer to his release. “That’s it, make yourself feel good, pretty boy. You’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”
A whimper fell from his lips as he rolled his hips, trying to find a rhythm. “Can…can you keep talking to me?”
“Yeah? You like whenhiacalls you his good boy? You like being good for me?” Park asked, hand sliding to Gift’s ass, then under his boxer briefs—Park’s boxer briefs—to curve over his cheek, helping Gift keep that steady pressure he desperately needed as he worked himself against Park’s thigh.
Fuck. He did like that. He loved it, even, but that wasn’t what he wanted. “The—Can you say the other stuff?”
Park’s next kiss was a greedy affair, all spit and tongue. “You want me to talk about my day?” he taunted, chuckling when Gift made another desperate noise. “Oh, I know. You wanthiato tell you all about what a needy little slut you are, grinding on my leg like a horny puppy. Is that it,ouen?”
Gift gasped like he’d been slapped, fingers digging into Park’s bicep. “Yes…please. That.”
“Please, what?” Park asked, voice dripping with innocence as he put Gift on his back, slotting their cocks together, rolling his hips with purpose until Gift was dizzy from it. “Use your words. Tellhia.Tell me how much you need me to be a little mean. How you need me to tell you how pretty you are when you’re begging for my cock?”
“I need more,” he panted, doing his best to meet each of Park’s movements. It was good. It was so fucking good, but it wasn’t filling that ache within him. Something was still missing.
Park pulled back, staring down at him. “Look at you. Just a little bit of friction and you’re all fucked out, eyes glassy, lips wet. My needy little baby. So desperate.”
“Yes,” Gift nodded, heat building in his core.
Park stopped moving, looking down at Gift sharply. “Yes, what?” he said, tone chilling.
Gift choked on a sob, trying to keep moving, but Park had him pinned in place. “I’m yours. Your needy baby,” Gift said. “Please.”
Park growled. “That’s right. Mine. Just mine. Only mine.”
Gift nodded mindlessly. He was only Park’s and would only ever be Park’s. “I want you…”
Park nosed along his cheek then bit at his earlobe, rasping, “You have me,ouen. What more do you want?”
“Fuck me?” Gift asked, too desperate to be filled to feel embarrassed.
Park pulled back, his expression serious. “You have over a dozen wounds I just closed. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Gift dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, pouting. “You didn’t mind hurting me last night.”
Park gave him a flat stare. “That’s different, baby, and you know it.”
Gift’s hand slid up into Park’s hair, pulling him down so their lips were millimeters apart. “If you don’t want to hurt me, then fuck me gently,hia.” Park still hesitated, so Gift threw away the rest of his dignity. “Please,hia. I am needy. I am a slut for you. I need it, needyou, so bad. I want you to fuck me full again. Please.”
