The Bone Collector - The Watch #1 - Ch. 8 (Patreon)

This is just one very long, very unbeta'd, unedited sexy times scene. I hope you like it cause I've read it so many times I'm going blind and I don't even know up from down anymore.

Park

What was Park supposed to do with a lap full of Gift, warm and willing and whining? One kiss and Gift was already restless, hips rocking, already hard as he sucked the wine from Park’s tongue. Fuck. Park’s hands found Gift’s ass, unable to stop himself from squeezing then kneading the flesh beneath his palms before dragging him forward, letting him feel the effect he had on Park.

Gift gasped into his mouth, maybe from the jolt of pleasure, or maybe he was just surprised Park was hard too? Gift gripped Park’s shoulders, blunt nails digging in as he rolled his hips mindlessly. Park swallowed every half-bitten cry that spilled from his tongue, yanking his glasses off and tossing them onto the table.

God, Park had wanted this forever, had denied himself this pleasure for so long. He’d wanted Gift since the moment he darkened Park’s doorstep, suitcase in hand, smiling shyly. And now he was in Park’s lap, wearing Park’s shirt, kissing him like he was drowning and Park was much-needed oxygen. Park was only human and Gift’s mouth was sinful, tongue timid at some points, then bold at others, like he was testing what Park liked and what he didn’t.

Park had imagined taking Gift apart slowly, had fantasized about all the ways he could ruin him, take him apart piece by piece until he was messy and mauled and fucked out beneath him. But Gift clearly wasn’t interested in slow. He was whining, fingers flexing into Park’s t-shirt as he rutted frantically against him.

If he didn’t slow him down a little, this would be over before it started. Park didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Gift’s words from earlier floated back into his head.

I would be that for you.

I want to be good for you.

Christ.

This was Gift’s first time. He needed to at least slow down, make it good for him. Park pulled back, Gift’s bottom lip still trapped between his teeth, releasing it with a wet pop before returning to suck on it briefly. It earned him a whimper and another wanton grind of his hips against Park’s dick, sending a jolt of fire through his blood.

Gift stared at him in confusion, eyes glassy and pupils blown wide. Park’s hand released Gift’s ass to skim up his chest, stopping to stroke a thumb over his pulse. He could feel the heavy thud thud thud of Gift’s quickened heartbeat beneath it. He pressed deeper, letting it throb against his skin before continuing upwards to bury his hand in Gift’s hair, tugging his head back to bare the smooth expanse of his slender neck.

“So pretty,” Park mused, nosing along the exposed skin, cock throbbing when he realized the scent of Park’s cologne now clung to Gift’s skin. Was that from his shirt, or from when Park had crowded him up against the door before dinner? He couldn’t stop himself from sinking his teeth into the tender skin just enough to make Gift cry out, squirming restlessly in his lap.

Park gave a low chuckle, earning a pout from Gift. But Park couldn’t help it. They had just started and Gift was already so desperate. Park bet he could get him to come just from this, just from him rutting against him while he kissed and licked and sucked at whatever skin he could reach. His innocence was so adorable and so intoxicating. Park was high off it. It made him want to maul Gift, made him want to hold him down and fuck him until he cried.

“Was the shirt part of your little plan?” he taunted, his voice just barely above a whisper as he tugged the cotton down to lick a broad stripe over Gift’s collarbone.

“What?” Gift slurred, dazed as Park ravaged whatever skin he could reach. His neck, his chin, his jaw.

“You like smelling like me, ouen?” Park asked, sucking at the skin behind his ear. “Do you wear that shirt out with your friends? Do you go out wrapped in my scent? Do you wear it when you sleep?”

Gift whined, fingers spasming at his shoulders.

*Maybe it was too much, too soon. But he needed to hear it. He needed to know that Gift had branded himself as Park’s even if he wasn’t supposed to. Even if Park had done everything in his power to reject him. “Do you wear it at night, alone in your bed? Do you press it to your nose and touch yourself while you think of me?” That earned him a tiny groan. “Don’t lie, either. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“Don’t want to say,” Gift said, choking on the words even as he rocked against him. “It’s embarrassing.”

Park pressed his lips to Gift’s ear. “It’s just you and me, ouen. Tell me. Do you get off wearing my shirt? Have you come with my scent all over you?”

Silence stretched, Gift trembling in his arms, whimpering. “Don’t make me say it.”

“If you can’t say it, you shouldn’t do it,” Park teased, nipping at his earlobe. “Come on. Tell me…I already know, I just want to hear you say it.”

Park knew it was wrong to tease him. Gift was completely inexperienced. He’d had his first kiss less than four hours ago. And now Park had him squirming and desperate and instead of taking care of him, he was tormenting him.

But he couldn’t help it. Gift looked so pretty like this, full cheeks flushed pink, lips forming a sulky little pout. Park couldn’t stop himself from tasting that mouth one more time, running his tongue along the seam until Gift granted him entrance, then dipping inside just enough to tease before pulling back.

Park released his hair, massaging the spot, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Tell hia.”

Gift pitched forward, burying his face against Park’s shoulder a muffled, “Yes,” reaching his ears as Gift’s fingers slid down to play with the hem of Park’s t-shirt, making his dick twitch in his pants.

Fuck. Gift was so good. Such a good boy. “Yeah? You like smelling like me? You want everyone to know you’re mine? That you belong to me? That you're taken?”

Gift gasped, breath hot against Park’s skin even through the fabric of his t-shirt. “Yes, please,” Gift said in a desperate whisper.

Did he even know what he was begging for? Park’s hands found Gift’s ass once more, coaxing him into a gentle rhythm, stifling a groan at the friction that set fire to his insides.

“That’s it. That’s good. Feel good, baby? Is that what you needed?” he rasped.

Gift’s arms went around his neck. “Hnf.”

Park smiled. He’d take that as a yes.

“You really are mine,” Park murmured, giving his ass another squeeze before sliding his hands upwards under Gift’s shirt —Park’s shirt—letting himself trace the knobs of his spine, smooth skin warm beneath his fingertips. “You’d let me do anything to you.”

Gift lifted his head to meet his gaze, lust drunk, gaze hazy with pleasure as he gave a stuttering nod, eyes now locked on Park, like he was hungry for more words. He could give him that. He’d give him everything.

Park’s fingers danced over Gift’s side, then his belly, the muscles quivering beneath his hands as he explored. The more Park touched, the more Gift moved, rolling his hips faster and with more intent each time.

Park captured his lips in another lingering kiss, then asked, “Did you plan this, ouen? Did you think about how you’d come to my apartment, wrapped in my scent, and stare up at me with those big, brown eyes and I’d…what? Fuck you? Pick you up and bury myself inside you right up against my front door?”

Gift slow-blinked at him, cheeks no longer pink but crimson as he moaned, “Oh, my God.”

Gift’s embarrassment was driving Park crazy. He wanted to see just how far he could push him.b“Did you want it that badly? My hands on your body? My lips on your skin? Me inside you?”

Park was just turning himself on. He attacked Gift’s throat once more, biting down hard enough for Gift to yelp and try to flinch away, but Park’s fingers knotted in his hair once more, locking him in place. “I asked you a question? Did you come here to seduce me, Kla?”

Before Gift could answer, Park was moving again, mouthing at whatever skin he could reach, biting and nipping, listening as Gift’s breaths became pants, frantic hips falling off rhythm like his body was short-circuiting. He wiggled restlessly in Park’s lap, clearly unsure of what he should say or do.

Once more, it occurred to Park to slow down. Maybe just make out with Gift a little, placate him, show him all the teenage heavy petting he’d missed out on, then send him on his way. There was still time. He could do the responsible thing. The sensible thing. Gift didn’t deserve…whatever Park was doing to him now.

But he knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He wanted to see Gift fall apart, wanted to be the one who made him come for the first time. The idea of defiling Gift sent a little spike of…something… through Park’s veins. Something dark and possessive and primitive that made him want to mark his territory, to let Payton know Gift was off limits.

Park’s hand cupped Gift’s chin, forcing him to look at him. Gift was already wrecked, lids at half-mast, lips swollen and spit-slick, deep bruises marring his throat. “Well?”

“Well…” he echoed, slow-blinking at him.

“Did you come here to seduce me? Did you think I’d take you to my room, strip you down and fuck you? Is that what you were hoping for?”

Gift’s mouth went slack at Park’s words, hips grinding once more like he couldn’t stop himself, the words spilling free without thought. “Please, hia. Please. I want that. I want you…so bad. You can. I’ll be good. I’ll be whatever you want. Please?”

As soon as Park released his chin, Gift looked down, sliding his hands up under Park’s shirt as he continued to work himself against him. Fuck, if Gift kept going, Park was going to come before he did. Every time their bodies collided, pleasure sparked through him, pushing him closer to the edge.

Finally, Park gripped Gift’s hips, keeping him still until he whined, lifting his head so Park could see the full force of his betrayal, frustration and desperation etched into his pained expression.

Park just…just needed a minute to calm down. He reached down, palming over Gift’s erection, squeezing until Gift whimpered, jerking up into Park’s touch, clearly desperate.

“Please,” he gasped again, working himself against Park’s hand just like he had his cock.

Gift’s joggers were wet where the head of his cock rested. Park pressed his thumb just under the head through the fabric until Gift keened.

“Already making a mess in these, ouen” Park murmured, tsking with fake disappointment. “You want hia to take care of you? You want me to make you come, wǎan jai?”

Gift choked on a sob. “Na, hia. Ao, ” he begged, too far gone to even notice he’d slipped back into Thai.

“You going to be good for me? You said you wanted to be good for me.”

Gift nodded against Park’s shoulder. “Please…” he whispered.

Park slipped his hand past the waistband of Gift’s pants, biting off a groan when he realized Gift wasn’t wearing any underwear. He really had come there to seduce Park. How could anyone be so innocent and so devious at the same time?

Park wrapped his hand around the velvety smooth skin, squeezing until Gift moaned long and low, leaning forward, his tongue darting out to taste the skin just at Park’s jaw. It was just a little lick, but it was enough to drive him crazy, to make him think about that sweet little mouth in other places, like wrapped around him his full cheek bulging with the head of Park’s cock.

Fuck. Park wanted to walk him to the sofa and bend him over it, to drag his joggers down and spread him open and eat him out until he was screaming, to bite and suck and lick every inch of him until his body was a roadmap of bite marks and bruises, until he was so thoroughly claimed, nobody would ever doubt Gift was his.

Park swiped his thumb over the head of Gift’s weeping cock, gathering the sticky wetness and using it to smooth the glide of his hand as he began to work him slowly. “Oh, my God,” Gift moaned into Park’s shoulder. “Oh, my God.”

“Yeah, hia making you feel good?”

“It-It- feels so…oh, god, don’t stop…It’s-it’s so…so…” whatever he was going to say turned into a cry of surprise until Gift’s teeth sank into his shoulder. But even that didn’t keep him silent for long. Soon every stroke was met with high pitched whines and low throaty groans until Gift was just babbling. “Oh, please…oh, please…so close. I’m so close…”

“Yeah?” Park growled.

Park’s cock was so hard he probably could have pounded nails into a board with it. Watching Gift fall apart was just as sexy as he’d imagined. He could feel Gift’s panting breaths, the way his thighs squeezed Park’s as he tried to fuck himself up into his fist. No, it was sexier than anything his imagination had conjured up.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Gift chanted.

Park loosened his grip, slowing his movements to a crawl, then stopping altogether.

Gift sat up, his look of betrayal endearingly cute. “Why?” he wailed.

Park used his free hand to grab the fabric of his shirt to drag him into a dirty kiss. “Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

“Hia…” Gift cried, his irritation obvious.

“What is it, ouen?” he asked, feigning innocence. “I thought you were going to be good for me?”

Blunt nails dug into the back of his neck as he clung to him. “Na, hia. I need to come.” He peppered kisses along Park’s face, over his lips, his chin, his jaw, punctuating each kiss with a plea, before finally whispering, “It hurts.”

“You can hold out just a little bit longer for me, can’t you?” Park asked, working him once more. Gift looked exhausted, but he gave a weak nod. “Yes, hia.”

Things grew quiet after that as Park brought him to the brink once more, the only sound Gift’s heated little noises and the hum of the refrigerator. He worked him with quick, tight strokes until Gift was dancing on the knife’s edge, approaching his tipping point.

“Fuck you’re so good for me. My dek dee. Taking it so well.” All Gift could do was groan. His face was slack, expression shocky. “You look so pretty like this,” Park said. “Suay.”

Gift choked out another desperate sob, trying to fuck himself into Park’s fist, so desperate tears were threatening to spill from those big brown eyes.

Park made a decision then, releasing Gift abruptly. He practically screamed at the sudden departure, but before he could make more than an indignant squawk, Park picked him up and carried him to the sofa, dropping him on it then climbing to sit between his parted knees.

Gift seemed confused by these new circumstances, watching as Park hooked his thumbs in Gift’s pants, dragging them down and off until he was naked but for Park’s shirt. Gift flushed as Park’s heated gaze roamed the miles of naked skin laid out just for him. Shapely legs and a small waist, cock flushed and weeping.

Fuck, Park wanted to eat him up, devour every part of him. He smoothed both hands under Gift’s shirt, catching the hem as he slid it out of his way, tucking it under Gift’s chin until he was splayed out before him. “That’s better.”

“How?” Gift wailed, bewildered.

Park shifted, planting a hand next to Gift’s head so he could loom over him, teasing his thumb over one flat nipple until Gift let out a broken little sigh. “Because now I can play with all of you.”

Before Gift could respond, Park dipped his head to take one tight peak into his mouth,  scraping his teeth against it before soothing it with his tongue.

Gift’s hands found his back, clenching at Park’s shirt once more, eyes closed, lips parted as Park gave his other nipple the same attention. Park let himself explore all the golden skin he could see, placing open mouth kissed down his sternum, tracing the deep vee of his hipbone with his tongue, kissing the juncture where leg and pelvis met.

Gift’s breathing grew shallow, his head thrashing and hips canting like he could will Park to go where he needed him most. Park shot back up for another filthy kiss, fucking his tongue into the wet heat of his mouth, swallowing every whine.

Then he was kneeling between Gift’s thighs once more, lifting his leg to kiss the skin on the inside of his knee, then his inner thigh, stopping to suck another mark into his skin, before giving into his intrusive thought and sinking his teeth into his skin hard enough to rip a gasp from Gift’s lips, one of his hands finding Park’s hair, threading into it and twisting.

Park kissed the injured flesh, but kept going, running his nose along his skin until he was at the crease of his leg, burying his face and inhaling deeply. Fuck. He smelled incredible. He rubbed his face against Gift’s painfully hard cock, before moving to give his other thigh the same treatment, determined to take his time and make Gift as crazy as he’d been making Park these last few days.

“P’” Gift whined, trying to use the grip on his hair to drag his mouth where he wanted it.

Park flicked his gaze upwards, smoothing both hands over Gift’s hip bones as he held his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he teased, tongue darting out lick over the head of Gift’s cock, mouthing at the tip before releasing it to slap against his stomach once more.

“You’re mean,” Gift whispered.

“What do you want, ouen?” Park buried his face in the nest of hair at the base of his cock, rubbing his nose against his skin. “You want my mouth? You want me to suck you until you come down my throat?”

Park didn’t lift his head, but held Gift’s gaze so he could watch the emotions that flickered across his face. Lust, neediness, embarrassment. “Please, hia, I can’t take it anymore,” he begged. “It hurts.”

“Okay, ouen. Okay. You’ve been so good for me.” He had just enough time to see relief flood his expression before he swallowed him down, a gasp ripping from his lungs as Park took him to the back of his throat.

Gift’s hips jerked beneath him, driving him deeper until Park coughed through his nose.

“Sorry,” Gift mumbled.

Park hummed around him, then snaked his arms beneath Gift’s hips, holding him in place as sucked him, the taste of precum a pleasant bitter taste on his tongue.

Once Gift was unable to move, he started babbling, some of it in English, some in Thai. “Oh. Oh. Oh…that’s—oh, my God, hia.” He gave another broken moan. “I’m so close. Please let me…please let me…I need it. I need you. Oh, fuck.”

Park redoubled his efforts, jaw aching as he slid one hand from Gift’s hip to his ass, teasing between his cheeks, thumb settling over his hole, not putting any pressure, just massaging the spot.

“Hia…hia…uh…uh…I’m…” Whatever he was going to say was lost in a moan, his hands twisting painfully in Park’s hair. Then he was flooding Park’s mouth with his release, hips spasming in tiny aborted thrusts as Park worked him through it, only releasing him when he hissed from oversensitivity.

Park released Gift, climbing to straddle his hips, pushing his sweats down and taking his own aching cock in hand. Gift was panting, eyes locked on Park’s hand as he jerked himself with zero finesse, just needing to find that release. It was easy with Gift all soft and sated and fucked out beneath him. His fucked out little doll, so sleepy and pretty, so good…just for him. Only for him.

“Mine,” Park gritted, bliss causing his eyes to roll behind closed lids as he painted Gift’s chest and stomach with his release, then collapsed on top of him, not even caring about how sticky and gross they were. Park rested his forehead against Gift’s, giving him a soft kiss. “How was that?”

A giggle bubbled past Gift’s lips before he snapped his mouth shut, waiting a minute before he said, “It was…nice.”

Park gaped at him. “Nice?”

Gift flushed, giggling, then nodded.

“Nice?” Park said again, digging his fingers into Gift’s sides until he began to squeal. “I’ll show you nice, you little brat.”

“It was good, great, amazing,” Gift gasped, thrashing beneath him.

Park gave him a reprieve, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his nose. “Come take a shower with me, ouen. But then you have to go back to your room. Okay?”

A shadow passed over Gift’s face, but he nodded. After a moment, he asked, “Are you going to pretend this didn’t happen tomorrow?”

Park frowned. “What?”

“Was this a one time thing? To…placate me? Shut me up?” he asked, all the happiness from seconds ago gone.

Park sighed. “No, ouen. I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen, but we need to have a talk about some things before this goes any further. This is all very…complicated.”

“But you don’t regret it, right?” Gift asked, voice small.

Once more, Park’s lips found Gift’s forehead. “No. No, I don’t regret it.”

Not yet, anyway.