Park growled, crushing their mouths together, hand tangling in Gift’s hair. Gift melted against the pillows, ready for that hazy feeling to overtake him so he didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry anymore.
“You tell me ifanythinghurts,” Park demanded between devouring kisses. “Do you understand me?”
Gift dug blunt nails into Park’s shoulders. “Yes,hia.”
“Good boy,” Park said. “You don’t come until I say.”
Before Gift could agree, Park was kissing him once more, hand sliding up under his shirt to tease over his nipple. Gift sighed into his mouth, arching into the touch. “Talk…please.”
Gift flushed at Park’s knowing chuckle, but he did as Gift asked. “My needy little whore. My slutty baby. So pretty when you beg. You really can’t help yourself, can you? So desperate forhia’scock. You’d do anything for it, wouldn’t you?”
Gift moaned, nodding frantically. “Yes. Yes,hia. Anything.”
He might come just from Park’s words alone. He’d told Park he liked when he was a little mean to him but that wasn’t the case. The more Park taunted him, the more desperate and frantic he grew, trying to fuck himself against Park. He liked being his slutty baby. What did that say about him?
“Then you’re going to lie still and lethiado all the work, right? You’re going to lie there like a good baby and take what I give you, right? Not going to beg and whine like a greedy little slut?”
Gift sobbed but nodded. “I’ll be good. I’m a good baby. I’m your good boy.”
“Mm,” Park hummed, like he didn’t think Gift was telling the truth.
Park moved to kneel between Gift’s open legs, his thumbs circling his hip bones just above his underwear as he studied him. Finally, Park’s eyes locked on Gift’s as he ducked down, soft lips ghosting over his belly, then placing open-mouthed kisses that made him squirm.
Gift held his breath as Park nosed his shirt up, fingers still digging into his sides, as he licked and sucked at every inch of skin revealed. Gift gave another whine but Park ignored him, taking his time, making a meal out of every bit of Gift, like he had all the time in the world.
Gift could only watch, riveted, as Park’s mouth closed over one taut nipple, a soft sigh escaping as he tongued over it. That sigh became a pained hiss as teeth grazed over that same tender flesh. Before he could even process the pain, Park drew back and blew on it, kissing it apologetically, then sucking on it hard enough to bruise. Then he started again on the other side.
Park was merciless, torturing Gift’s nipples until they were red and puffy, until he was so sensitive he thought he might cry from someone looking at them too long. Tears pricked at his eyes, his hips rising off the mattress, desperate for friction. But Park kneeled over him, ensuring no part of his lower body touched Gift’s.
Gift made a noise of frustration, too far gone to think about rules. When he felt Gift moving, Park sat back up on his knees, shaking his head in disappointment. “Look at you. You can’t even follow one simple rule. I’m trying to give you what you were just begging for but now, you’re humping the air and whining like a needy little brat. Is that what you are? Are you a brat,ouen? Brats get punished.”
Gift shook his head, whining. “I’m not a brat. I’m not. I’m good. I’m a good boy.”
“You say that,” he said, like he was contemplating the validity of Gift’s words. “But good boys lie still and lethiaplay with them. Good boys take what they’re given and are grateful. Good boys listen.”
Gift sobbed, nodding frantically. “I’ll listen. I’m listening. I’ll do better.”
This was what Gift had needed all along. This was so easy. Slipping into this cozy, cobwebbed haziness was like sliding into a warm bath, the world shrinking until there was nothing but the two of them. Gift didn’t have to think; he just had to feel. He just had to take what he was given, no matter how long Park tortured him first.
Park reached blindly over to the drawer in his bedside table, mouth teasing at Gift’s throat. He dropped the lube on the mattress before hooking his thumbs in Gift’s underwear and hauling them down and off.
Gift might have been embarrassed by the way his cock slapped against his stomach, all flushed and wet, but he could only concentrate on Park looking at him like he was going to eat him alive.
“Spread your legs,ouen.” Need punched through Gift at his words. He bent his knees and widened his legs. “My baby can do better than that. Showhiawhere you want him.” Gift squeezed his eyes shut and spread his legs lewdly. “Mm. That’s much better.”
Park hooked a hand under Gift’s knee, lifting each leg and pressing a kiss to the bruises he’d left there the night before. When he finished, he pushed Gift’s heels against the mattress, splaying him even wider.
“Pretty,” he muttered to himself before dipping a finger to tease over Gift’s hole until he whined.
“This where you want me, baby?” Park pressed his dry finger against his rim but didn’t push inside. “This where you want me to fill you up,ouen?”
“Yes, please,” Gift said like a prayer.
Park leaned forward and gave him an almost chaste kiss right over the spot where Aspen’s sword had sliced him, then settled between Gift’s legs, breath ghosting over his aching cock. “Oh, I think you can beg better than that.”
“I—” Gift’s words became a soundless moan as Park spread his cheeks and licked over his entrance. “Park…”
Gift yelped as teeth sank into his ass cheek. “What did you call me?”
