Fuck. “Hia,”he corrected.“Hia. Hia. Hia.”
“That’s what I thought,” Park said before pressing himself deeper, tongue soft and wet and teasing.
“Oh, fuck.”
How did this feel so good? How did Park always know just how to touch him? His tongue speared at Gift’s rim, making his already straining cock throb. He was never going to survive this. Park was just so good with his mouth and he ate Gift out like he was a seven course meal, licking and sucking, biting and probing at his hole until Gift was sobbing, crying his name, begging for more. Each time, Park would take him to the brink and then stop until Gift was choking on actual tears.
His hands twisted in Park’s hair, and he rolled his hips up to meet him, trying to get more pressure where he needed it.
Then the pleasure stopped once more, but this time, Park loomed over him, cheeks and chin wet with saliva. He tsked at Gift like he was disappointed in him. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
Oh, right. He was supposed to be holding still. He was supposed to take what he was given. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It just feels so good,hia.”
Park shrugged. “Well, since you clearly don’t trusthiato take care of you, you can take care of yourself.”
Gift felt like he’d been doused in cold water. “What?”
Park flopped back on the mattress. “If you’re so desperate for my tongue inside you, you can do it yourself. Climb on up.”
Gift made a strangled sound, mouth opening and closing, before finally saying, “You want me to…”
“Sit on my face, yes. And I don’t like waiting.”
Heat consumed him. He couldn’t… He couldn’t do that. But there was no way Park was going to take no for an answer. “How…”
“You’re going to ride my tongue until you come, no hands allowed. If you wanna do everything yourself, I’m sure you can get off without touching yourself, no?”
Gift shook as he did as he was told, yanking off his t-shirt before settling naked over Park’s face, thighs burning as he tried to keep from smothering him.
“Stop worrying and sit.”
“I-I can’t. If you die from this, I would have to go live in a cave somewhere. I could never face another person again. That would be so embarrassing.”
He felt Park laugh against the most intimate part of him. “I promise, if I suffocate from this, I will die a legend. Now, do as you’re told.”
Gift made a high-pitched sound as Park spread him open, dragging his weight down until his face was buried. Holy fuck. Was this really happening? Just hours ago, he killed someone and now, he was there, riding Park’s tongue, unable to stop the sounds falling from his lips as Park’s tongue did things that made his eyes water.
Park grabbed each of Gift’s wrists, holding them hostage so he couldn’t touch himself. How was he supposed to come from this alone? But Park wasn’t going to stop until he did. Gift closed his eyes, rocking his hips, sucking in a breath as Park moaned against him.
Gift stopped worrying then, stopped thinking. He let that hazy feeling wash over him, focusing on Park’s fingers digging into his wrists and the way his tongue worked against his hole. How just changing the way he moved even slightly set off a whole new chain of euphoric bliss until Gift was rocking against him without thought, chasing his own pleasure, with zero regard for Park’s safety or well-being.
Gift was near delirious—a needy, whining mess—choked sobs and desperate whines falling from his lips as he worked himself faster, pushing down every time Park’s tongue pressed against him until he managed to push past that first tight ring of muscle.
“Oh, God…oh, fuck. Please,hia. I can’t. I ne-need it, t’ touch m’self,” he slurred. “I, please, can I? Please?”
His voice didn’t sound like his own. He was crying, hot tears sliding over his cheeks, pleasure and frustration warring as he tried to get what he needed from Park’s tongue alone but failed.
“‘m sorry,hia. ‘m bad. Please…” He didn’t even know what he was trying to say.
Park released his wrists, guiding one of his hands to his cock. Gift wailed as he wrapped his hand around himself, a shock of pleasure rocketing through him as he squeezed. Each stroke was heaven, goosebumps erupting along his skin. Fucking himself into his tightened fist while Park used his tongue to fuck him open was more than his brain could handle. Two more strokes and Gift cried out, a euphoric high so intense crashing over him that his vision went white as he came, spilling over Park’s chest and stomach.
Gift didn’t remember moving, but he found himself kneeling beside Park, staring at the pool of cum on his stomach. Park followed his gaze, hand landing on the back of his head and pressing down. “You made a mess,ouen. Clean it up.”
Gift nodded, his brain comfortably numb, his whole body liquid. He swept his tongue through the bitterness, lapping it up like a cat, fully aware of Park’s fingers petting through his hair. Then, they were gone.
Gift vaguely noted hearing the cap on the lube bottle but didn’t pause in his task. Two wet fingers now circled his rim. He rocked back against them until Park took the hint and pushed them inside.
Gift shivered at the sensation, still oversensitive from his orgasm.
