“Still so tight for me,” Park groaned.
When Gift finished cleaning Park’s stomach, he couldn’t help but fuck himself back on those long, thick fingers, even if it was just this side of too much. He needed more. “Fuck me,hia? Even if I can’t come again. Use me. I want to feel you come inside me. I need you to fill me up.”
“Yeah, baby?” Park asked, twisting his fingers inside him until he whined. “You wanthiato use you, to stuff you full?”
“Please,hia,” he begged, still rocking back on his fingers.
Gift winced as Park pressed a third in with the first two. “What a good boy, opening yourself up for me.”
“I am good. I’m so good. You don’t have to be gentle. I promise. You won’t break me.”
Gift had no idea where those words came from, but they did the trick. He found himself on his stomach, Park over him, the head of his cock teasing Gift’s hole. “You want me to be rough with you?”
Gift nodded quickly. “Please.”
“Fuck. Color,ouen?”
“Green. Green. Gre—” Gift cried out as Park slammed home, burying himself to the hilt.
One hand knotted in Gift’s hair, and the other held his hip as Park drove into him again and again. Gift’s hands bit into the pillow, the pain almost pleasurable each time Park’s cock dragged against that tiny bundle of nerves.
He whimpered as Park tucked his face into Gift’s neck, kissing and biting at it as he spoke, his words raw, his breaths panting. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so good, baby. Such a good boy, lettinghiause you. Lying there and taking it so well. My perfect boy. My fucked out little baby. Wanna fill you up, gonna fill you up…until it leaks out of you.”
Gift whined, his cock twitching, and he arched his back a little more, his brain imploding at Park’s dirty words. “Please. Oh, fuck. Yes. Do it. Please. I’ve been good. I deserve it. I want to feel it.”
Park’s hips fell off rhythm, the sounds coming from him barely human as he fucked into Gift three more times, then ground his hips against him like he wanted to be as deep as possible when he filled him up.
Park collapsed on top of Gift, softening inside him as he placed gentle kisses wherever his mouth could reach—his neck, his throat, his shoulder. When he spoke again, his voice was soft, full of concern. “Are you alright, baby? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Didn’t reopen any of your cuts, did I?”
Gift reached back, burying his fingers in Park’s hair, running blunt nails along his scalp. “I’m fine,hia. Nothing hurts.”
That wasn’t entirely true. Now that the adrenaline rush was settling, Gift could feel the stinging of his injuries along his arms and legs, but it was no worse than before they’d started.
After a long stretch of only their breaths filling the room, Park whispered, “I love you,ouen. I’m so…relieved that you handled yourself as well as you did.”
“So, you’re not going to tell me I need to leave the Watch?” Gift blurted before he could stop himself.
Park sighed. “Would it matter if I did? You’re an adult. You can make your own decisions.”
“But…will you still be with me if I want to finish the program and become Payton’s handler?”
Park made a grumpy sound. “I would feel better if it wasn’t Payton, but I’m never leaving you, no matter what your career path might be.”
Gift giggled. “You do know I was never going to let Payton have me, right? He doesn’t even think of me that way. He’s hot for Boone. He was just helping me.”
Park froze. “Helping you, what?”
“Seduce you,” Gift said, tone a little smug.
“Is that so?”
Gift nodded. “Yeah. I knew you wouldn’t give in unless you thought there was a worse alternative than you.”
Park’s hands dug into Gift’s ribs until he squealed, unable to escape, trapped between Park’s weight. “You think you’re so smart, huh? Huh?”
“Stop. Stop. Stop,” Gift begged around his laughter. “Red. My color is red.”
Park snorted but stopped his tickle torture to nip at the back of Gift’s neck. “Brat.”
