The Bone Collector - The Watch #1 - ch. 9 (Patreon)

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Gift

“Gift?”

“Gift!”

Gift snapped his head up at the sound of his name reverberating through the gym, startled from his thoughts. He gave a guilty look to the weapons teacher, who stood before them with a knife in hand. “Sorry, yes?”

Aspen—Gift didn’t know if that was his first name or his last or maybe even a code name—gave him a hard once over, tossing the knife in the air and catching it by the flat of the blade with two fingers, before pivoting on his right leg and throwing it blindly at the target behind him.

It hit the bullseye with a satisfying thunk.

“Would you care to join us?” Aspen asked.

“Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Gift said, flushing until his ears were on fire.

“Clearly,” Morgan murmured under her breath.

Aspen went and grabbed the knife from the wooden target, before returning to where they all sat on the bleachers of the enormous training facility.

Aspen zeroed in on Gift’s throat, a slow smirk forming, staring until Gift felt the urge to cover the skin with his hand. Could he see the bruises beneath the makeup? Could they all see?

Gift’s stomach sloshed nervously as the teacher said, “Since it looks like you were recently mauled by a—”

“Sucker fish,” Morgan crowed from her spot beside him, cutting off the teacher.

Aspen snickered. “Yes, a sucker fish, why don’t you come up here and help me with this demonstration.”

Well, that answered that question. Everyone could see the evidence of his and Park’s steamy and earth-shatteringly hot encounter. Dove had done her best to cover the marks. She’d sat on his bed, BB cream in hand, dabbing at each of the purple bruises as she demanded every salacious detail of their encounter, but she had warned him that it might not cover. Park had seemed pretty determined to mark his territory.

Gift’s heart tripped at the memory of sitting in Park’s lap, his hands on Gift’s ass, guiding him as he rutted against him. The way Park had looked at him, kissed him, had pulled at his hair to bite at his neck. Park’s mouth closing over his aching…

Gift blinked, shaking his head. He was going to get himself worked up in the middle of class. “Uh, okay, yeah, sure,” he said faintly.

There were several groans from his fellow students, earning them all a glare from Payton, who pointed at each of them like they were now on his list. Their jeers were nothing new. It was no secret what had happened the last time Gift had been handed a weapon.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Mos asked. “The last time Archer let him handle a weapon, his husband ended up with an arrow in his ass.”

Yeah, that. Except it wasn’t his ass. It was so much worse.

“It was his shoulder,” Dove corrected haughtily, then biting her lip like she was already anticipating the chaos that was about to ensue.

“Yeah and also, fuck off,” Payton added cheerfully staring pointedly at Mos who rolled his eyes.

Gift shook his head. “No, they’re right. I’m not really good at combat stuff.”

He had accidentally almost killed their weapons instructor's husband. Well, their former weapons instructor. Archer had been moved to acquisitions to appease his husband, Mac though nobody was sure why. Rumor had it Archer had not liked Mac going over his head.

But there were a lot of rumors about the watch. Rumors about students, rumors about teachers, rumors about black ops programs and clandestine government meetings that supposedly took place on the base. Gift had tried to ask Park about it, but he’d told Gift it was none of his business. Which he supposed it wasn’t.

Still, when Gift had overheard Park and Pike talk about it one night, he’d mentioned that Archer was the son of Thomas Mulvaney, the man who’d developed the program and Mac was the son of the woman who’d helped him. It sounded absurd. A billionaire philanthropist creating underground government programs for assassins?

But that wasn’t even the craziest rumor.

When Gift had first arrived, Payton had said that Thomas Mulvaney didn’t just invent the program, but had used the same tactics to turn his sons into killers. Vigilantes who hid behind wealth and privilege. And now he’d installed his son at the school to spy on the program. Park had said that was ridiculous. But was it?

In a way, it made sense—as much sense as anything did at the watch. The whole premise of the program was to hide their crimes behind their money and connections. Not Gift, but the others. Those sitting around him had all been groomed for this since birth. But not Gift. Gift had spent his life being coddled and pampered by boarding school staff due to his baby face and lack of parental interest.

“It will be fine,” Payton said, squeezing his arm. “You’ve totally got this.”

Aspen stuck his hands in the pockets of his joggers, sauntering closer. “Everyone has to participate, even the handlers. You know that. If you can’t pass this course, you won’t graduate from the program.” Gift chewed on his lip, chest tight. “Come on. Let’s get you back on that horse.”

Gift had never truly understood that expression.

“Hopefully he doesn’t shoot the horse with an arrow,” Lennon said to Mos loudly from behind his palm.

Aspen sighed when Gift’s face fell. “Look, forget the lesson. Forget them. Let’s just get you comfortable again.” He pointed to the wall of cages. “Pick any weapon you want and we can work with it. Okay?”

That was…there were so many ways Gift could hurt someone with the weapons in those cabinets. “No guns though, right?” Gift said, voice barely above a whisper.

Aspen chuckled. “No, no guns off the range.”

Gift’s shoulders sagged. That was something, at least. He didn’t know a thing about guns other than the first and only time he’d fired one, he’d made a kill shot…on Morgan’s target…while aiming for his own.

Aspen raised one perfect brow, letting Gift know they were all waiting.

Gift stood, tugging nervously at his t-shirt, walking towards the weapons cage like a man walking the green mile.

“You got this,” Payton shouted again.

Gift stared into the cages as he passed, hoping to find something that would cause the least amount of damage. Luckily, most of the weapons were blunted…most, but not all. Ask Mac.

He frowned as he took in the wide array of weapons. Gift couldn’t imagine anyone needing things like brass knuckles and nunchucks, but they were there. He stopped in front of the final cage. It held the dreaded crossbow, a bow and arrow and numerous stabby things. There were axes, a hatchet, dozens of knives, even a broadsword. Gift had only seen these things in the movies.

A sword wasn’t much different than a lightsaber, right? He lifted it up off the wall grunting at how heavy it was before it slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the floor, the noise echoing through the cavernous space.

“Oh, Jesus,” Luca groaned from where he sat on the floor. “We’re all gonna die.”

“Quiet,” Aspen snapped, then gave Luca a hard once over. “At least pretend you’re adult enough to be here.”

Gift flushed once more, not missing the way Luca was shooting death stares at Aspen’s back. He lifted the sword carefully with both hands, then replaced it where it belonged. There was a samurai sword that might be lighter, but Gift wasn’t sure he wanted to risk dropping another blade.

So he grabbed the very last weapon…well, weapons. Sai swords. A wicked looking blade jutted from between to curved metal pieces, all held together by a single hilt. He tested the strength, liking the weight of them in his hands. They felt…comfortable…familiar.

“Two hundred bucks says he takes off an ear,” Drake said, his amusement obvious.

Gift spared Drake a look. He was relaxed on the third riser, Remi sitting on the one below, Drake’s legs resting on either side of him.

“Be nice,” Remi said.

Drake didn’t react to Remi at all though it seemed like he closed his legs around his shoulders for just the briefest moment.

Gift did not get those two.

“Another hundred says it's someone else’s ear,” Jay added.

“I expect better from you,” Remi said, giving him a withering look.

“Chastise your boyfriend, but leave me out of it,” Jay taunted, gaze flicking briefly to Drake.

“Wha-He’s not,” Remi stuttered, hastening to add, “my boyfriend.” As if his statement had been unclear.

“Hurtful,” Drake mused, tone devoid of all feeling. “Denying our love in front of the whole pod.”

Remi rolled his eyes, but his face was crimson.

Jay ignored the entire exchange as if he wasn’t the one who started it, lounging with his elbows resting against the riser above him.

“Focus, people,” Aspen said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You should focus,” Luca fired back, “On the klutz holding not one, but two, deadly weapons.”

Gift wasn’t a klutz. He wasn’t. But he hadn’t been raised around weapons, especially not ones like these. But he was used to their teasing. It was no secret Gift had been all but banned from weapons training. But Aspen was new, another of Kendrick’s pets that he’d brought in thinking he’d be a spy on the inside.

“Have you ever used those?” Aspen asked, a tinge of concern edging into his voice.

Gift frowned, getting comfortable with the weight in his hands, before walking to the center of the mat. He twisted his wrist in a complicated motion, not unlike what he'd done in his bedroom yesterday. These really weren’t much different. He tested the other one, twirling his wrist watching the blade spin.

“You get those aren’t training blades, right?” Lennon asked, a tiny bit of fear creeping into his tone. “Like if you cut yourself—”

“Or us,” Persephone added.

“Or us,” Lennon clarified, “Someone is going to bleed.”

“Don’t listen to them, baby,” Morgan shouted. “The dork in you has been training for this his whole life.”

“That’s right, you got this,” Dove shouted, like a mom cheering on her kid at his soccer game.

Drake snickered. “Fuck, someone is definitely going to the hospital.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Remi muttered, shaking his head and scooting away from Drake like he didn’t want to catch whatever it was that made Drake…Drake.

“Aspen, aren’t you going to chastise him for his language?” Drake asked, pointing an accusatory finger at Remi.

Aspen rolled his eyes. “Drake, shut the fuck up.”

The whole class tittered, but Gift was only half listening. He’d used that light saber as stress relief for months, but it was too long to do some of the trickier moves he’d seen. He spun one, then the other while his classmates watched.

Aspen approached him. “If I may?” he said.

Gift looked at him and nodded. Aspen came to stand beside him and Gift was suddenly very aware of how much taller he was.

Aspen took the sai sword and repositioned it in Gift’s hand, wrapping his thumb around one of the curved edges, he took the other to demonstrate the move. The sword started from under Aspen’s arm but then spun outward using the thumb hooked to guide it.

Gift mimicked the move. “Like that?”

Aspen nodded. “Not bad.”

Aspen spent the last fifteen minutes of class demonstrating movements and making Gift repeat them. The moves Aspen showed him were really nothing like his lightsaber but he found himself adapting his grip easily. Finally, Aspen clapped him on the shoulder.

“Alright, that’s lunch,” Aspen said.

When Gift went to return the weapons to their home, Aspen stopped him with a grip around his forearm. “Come back tomorrow after class and I’ll show you more. You have good instincts.”

Gift’s eyes went wide. “Really/”

Aspen frowned. “Yeah, really. Don’t let those assholes convince you you can’t do something before you even try. I’ll work with you until you have all the basics you need to pass training, okay?”

Gift’s heart raced, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, okay. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, it's my job.”

Gift nodded. “Oh, right.” He put his palms together, then raised them to his chin giving a slight bow. “Thank you, adjan,” he said anyway.

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Gift didn’t knock on Park’s office door before he barged in, letting it slam shut behind him before crossing the room and falling into his lap. Park’s hands landed on his waist, blinking up at Gift in confusion.

“Gift, what are you doing?” Park asked. “This is my office.”

Gift was in such a good mood he couldn’t even bring himself to care about Park’s grumpiness. “Hia, I was in weapons class and Aspen let me pick any weapon and I didn’t hurt anyone,” he said in a rush, still riding high off the news that Aspen was going to train him.

Park stiffened. “What? I told them that you were not to take part in—” Gift smacked his lips over Park’s. “Gift.” Gift kissed him again, cutting him off three more times before Park glowered at him.

“Not even you are going to ruin this for me, hia,” Gift said, lips close to his cheek.

Park huffed out a sigh, hand rising to cup Gift’s neck, his thumb pressed against his pulse. “I’m not trying to ruin anything, ouen. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Can’t you just kiss me?” Gift asked, suddenly breathless with Park’s hand at his throat.

“We’re not in my apartment,” Park reminded, gaze darting to the door. “And there’s no lock.”

Gift wiggled in Park’s lap, rubbing his nose against Park’s. “Please, hia?” he whined.

Park stared at him from far too close, making him feel cross-eyed. The thumb at his pulse began to stroke the skin beneath, making his heart race and his mouth go dry. Could Park feel it?

Park sighed. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

He sounded irritated, but his other hand came around to stroke underneath Gift’s jacket. “You don’t listen at all. You’re stubborn and reckless. What happened to my sweet boy?”

“Wasn’t I sweet last night?” Gift whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his unrelenting mouth. “I would have been better if you let me.”

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Gift didn’t knock before he barged into Park’s office, letting the heavy wooden door slam shut behind him. He ignored Park’s curious look, crossing the room to climb into his lap, straddling muscular thighs just as he’d done last night. Park’s hands landed on his waist, blinking at Gift in confusion.

“Kla, what are you doing?” Park asked, voice stern in a way that made Gift’s dick take notice. “This is my office.”

Of course, it was his office. Why else would Gift be there? The edge to Park’s voice caused apprehension to take root. Was this where Park took it all back? Everything they’d done last night? But even as Park chastised Gift, his hands squeezed his waist in a way that made Gift feel small and warm and wanted. He wiggled on Park’s thighs, rolling his hips as if trying to get comfortable, but Park continued to eye him shrewdly.

Gift ignored the look. “Yes, that’s why I’m here and not somewhere else. I needed to see you,” he said, breathless as he lifted his hands to cup Park’s neck.

Park leveled a hard look at him, his tone sending a lightning strike of desire through his whole body. “You know you shouldn’t be in here. Especially during school hours.”

Gift was in such a good mood he couldn’t even bring himself to care about Park’s grumpiness. “Hia, I did so good in weapons class,” he said in a rush, still riding high off the news that Aspen was going to train him personally.

Park stiffened, jaw tight, tone sliding from severe to aggrieved fast enough to make Gift’s head spin as his dick hardened painfully in his now too tight pants.“What? I told them that you were not to take part in—” Gift smacked his lips over Park’s in a chaste kiss, effectively silencing him. “Gift, you can’t—” He kissed him again, cutting him off. “You can’t just—”

Gift pressed their foreheads together, pressing a finger to his lips. “Shh, hia, you’re going to give yourself a stroke.”

Park glowered at Gift, then pushed his hand from his mouth. That was fine with Gift. He swayed closer, ghosting his lips over Park’s, then biting his bottom lip, tugging just like he’d had done to Gift last night.

Park’s hands slid from his waist to his hips, giving him another squeeze, voice raspy in a way that danced deliciously over every nerve ending in Gift’s body. “What are you doing, ouen?”

Gift had hoped Park would be happy for him about Aspen, but he’d clearly forgotten what a control freak he was when it came to Gift. He shifted his lower body again, making sure Park could feel how hard he was, a rush of adrenaline running through him as Park’s hips rolled up to meet his almost like he couldn’t stop himself.

“Hia,” Gift whispered against his lips. “Kiss me, please?”

“We’re not in my apartment,” Park reminded,hands restless. Was Park’s resolve waning? Gift rolled his hips down this time, making a tiny noise as he felt how hard Park now was beneath him. “And there’s no lock on that door.”

Gift continued to squirm, rubbing his nose against Park’s. “Please, hia?” he whined. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. About…last night. What we did…”

Park stared at him from far too close, making him feel cross-eyed, then he sighed, hand releasing Gift’s hip to brush over his lower lip. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

Gift had about six hundred ideas, alphabetized and categorized by least to most kinky, but he assumed the question was rhetorical. Actions were better than words anyway. He opened his mouth, closing his lips around Park’s thumb, the tang of his skin sharp on Gift’s tongue as he began to suck, forcing himself to maintain eye contact.

Park grunted, his four fingers gripping the bottom of Gift’s chin, forcing his thumb deeper as he used his hold to drag Gift closer. Fuck, it felt so…possessive. Like he belonged to him. Like he owned him. Should Gift find that hot? Probably not. But he did. He definitely did.

With Park pushing down on the back of his tongue, Gift was a hostage. He couldn’t swallow, couldn’t suck. He could only hold still as Park rubbed the back of Gift’s tongue, applying just enough pressure to make him fear for his gag reflex. Park rolled his hips again, even as he held Gift almost nose to nose.

Gift moaned as saliva pooled in his mouth, unable to do anything to stop it from sliding from his lips down to his chin.

Park stared at him, pupils blown, an almost sinister look on his face that was definitely doing things to Gift’s insides. “My sweet, obedient boy is actually a total brat. Always misbehaving. Coming in here, wiggling on my lap, begging for kisses while you suck on my thumb. What should I do about that?”

Gift had no time to answer as Park closed the distance between them and flicked his tongue into Gift’s mouth as if his own thumb wasn’t still there holding him open. All he could do was sit there and take it, his fingers digging into the arms of the leather chair beneath them.

Gift was throbbing; he could feel his cock leaking as Park kissed him in a way that felt…filthy. He wanted more. He wanted a real kiss like last night.

When Park pulled back he didn’t release him, nailing him in place with his gaze as drool ran down Gift’s chin. Park watched for a moment, then used his thumb to smear it across Gift’s full cheek. “Such a mess.”

Gift flushed, whining his name. “Hia.”

Park released his hold on Gift’s chin so abruptly, he almost fell backwards, would have if not for Park’s hands clenching his ass, keeping him from tumbling off his lap. Gift wiped at his chin, hot all over, the salt of Park’s skin still raw on his tongue, a slight burn from where Park’s blunt nail had dug into the soft inner lining of his mouth. Gift wondered what it would feel like to have two or even three fingers in there? Would Park gag him, make him suck them, fuck them past his lips?

“I can be good for you, hia,” he swore, breathless.

“Can you?’ Park asked, gaze raking over him. “Because you haven’t listened to a word I’ve said in weeks.”

As if that was Gift’s fault. Park was the one who’d never even bothered trying to figure out who he really was. Gift had a right to act out. He’d put up with Park and his incessant rules for months. Gift could have lived with the strictness, would have even welcomed it, if it came from a sexual place and not just another person trying to control his life for him.

“That’s cause you’re not asking for the right things,” Gift pouted, letting his hand drop to grind his palm against Park’s cock.

Park dragged him in for a kiss, the first real one since he’d entered the office. It was all teeth and tongue, wet and so dirty. It stole the air from Gift’s lungs and the thoughts from his head, temporarily rendering him mute. When he could finally think again it was only more, more, more. How could Park just kiss him like that and then…stop.

“I can be good,” Gift promised, leaning into his space. “I’ll be so good for you, hia. Please.”

Park groaned. “Christ.”

He was wavering. Gift could feel it.  “Wasn’t I good last night?” Gift asked. “You said I was. You said I was your good boy, remember? Let me be good for you again.”

He hated the way his voice shook, but forced himself to keep making eye contact with Park.

Park dragged his knuckles over Gift’s cheekbone, voice a low murmur. “You think coming in here to my office and acting like a little tease is being good, ouen? I should put you over my knee.”

Gift was painfully hard, practically throbbing at Park’s words. Gift had dreamed of a million scenarios with Park in the starring roles, but even in his dirtiest fantasies, he’d never sounded like this, voice raw and dripping with promise. It made Gift ache deep down in his core.

“Is that what you want? You want to punish me?” Gift asked on a whine, grinding down on Park’s cock, moaning at the pleasure exploding behind his eyes. “Do it. Do it, I want you to. You can do anything to me. Anything you want.”

Park snarled, fingers curling around Gift’s neck, dragging him in for another kiss that stole his breath and a tiny piece of his sanity. “You have no idea what you’re offering up, ouen. You should be very fucking careful.”

Gift would let him. “I mean it. I do. Take what you want. Do whatever you want.”

At night, in Gift’s dirtiest fantasies, Park did far more than spank him. Sometimes he tied him up, kept him open, forcing him to just lay there and take what he was given. Sometimes Park teased him for hours, not letting him come until Gift begged.

“Jesus, Gift. Where did you learn to talk like this?” Park snapped, as if he could read the thoughts in his head.

“Pornhub,” Gift said honestly. And books. And a little fanfiction. But he didn’t have to tell Park everything. “I learned a lot of things there. I can show you?”

Gift leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw, moaning at the scrape of his stubble against his lips. When Park didn’t stop him, he dragged his lips to just below his ear, sucking at the sensitive place just below it until Park hissed and snatched him back by his hair. “You need to go back to class, Kla, before someone catches you sitting in my lap and there’s a giant scandal.”

Gift’s heart clenched, feeling like Park had just steamrolled over it. “You said you weren’t going to ignore what happened between us.”

Park sighed, then used a finger to brush Gift’s hair from his forehead, expression softening. “I’m not, dek dee. But we’re in my office and you should be in class and we still need to talk about this…about us.”

Gift canted his hips forward, whimpering at the delicious hit of ecstasy that shot through him at the contact. “You don’t want me to go,” he said stubbornly.

Park sighed. “Of course, I don’t. That doesn’t mean you should stay.”

“But I could,” Gift said softly, running his hands over Park’s chest, making another contented sound at the feel of the heat of his skin bleeding through the thin material. He didn’t stop there, sliding down taut abs to settle on Park’s belt, pulling the leather free.

Park’s hands snatched his wrists, looking genuinely startled. “What are you doing?”

Gift sighed, giving a look he hoped conveyed how stupid he thought Park was in that moment, before sinking to his knees between Park’s legs, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Gift ran his gaze over Park’s muscled thighs, wishing they were both naked. He wanted nothing more than Park’s skin on his. The thought made him groan.

“Gift…” Park said, his name a warning.

Gift ignored him, tugging his wrists free to slip under Park’s desk, tugging his chair closer. “Now nobody will know. Please?”

Gift tried to look confident while his heart hammered against his ribs. Would he make him leave? Chastise him again? He swallowed audibly as Park stared at him, clearly conflicted, his gaze darting to his office door and back.

Finally, he shook his head, releasing Gift’s arms. A shock of relief rolled through his whole body. He went to open Park’s pants once more, but Park batted him away, making short work of freeing his own cock, sliding his hips forward and letting his knees fall open just a bit.

Gift made a helpless sound at the sight of Park, flushed and leaking and so very hard. He had to press a hand onto his own throbbing dick, practically salivating. He was so…pretty. Gift had been too far gone to notice last night, but not now.

Park was perfect. He took his time, running his palms over thick thighs then kissing the skin there just as Park had done to him the night before. Gift still had the bruises to prove it.

Gift took him in hand, liking the feel of it, giving it a few experimental pulls. Park groaned. Gift bit his lip, trying to get used to the velvet feel of his skin, the thickness, the way it felt almost heavy in his palm.

It was different than when he did it to himself. He could see Park’s belly rise and fall with quickened breaths just from Gift stroking him. It made him feel warm all over, knowing he was the one making Park feel good.

God, he could practically hear Payton and Morgan teasing him for romanticizing a blowjob, but he couldn’t help it. He’d wanted this for so long. He leaned forward, then hesitated, a heaviness in his chest as reality set in. “Um, Park?”

“Yeah?” he grunted, frowning down at him.

“Just-just remember I haven’t done this before…you know, just in case I suck at it.”

“That’s kind of the point,” Park teased, leaning down to cup Gift’s face for just a moment.

Gift snorted. “You know what I mean.”

Once more, Park gently pushed Gift’s stubborn bangs from his forehead. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to…I just want to make it good for you,” Gift said.

Park gave him a genuine smile. The first he’d seen in a while. “Just watch your teeth and everything else will be fine,” he assured him, trying to sound reassuring, but underneath his words his voice was…strained. Like he was already barely hanging on.

“O-okay,” Gift managed, shuffling a little closer on his knees, wishing the floor was carpeted.

Gift had no idea what he was doing, so he tried to remember what Park had done to him the night before. Park had just sort of swallowed Gift down, but that wasn’t going to happen with Park. He was too…much. He leaned forward, bringing the flushed head of Park’s cock to his lips, licking over the skin there, dipping his tongue into the slit, tasting the precum there. It was…bitter.

Park hissed, hands tightening in Gift’s hair before he seemed to remember himself, loosening his grip but not releasing him entirely.

Gift continued to squeeze around him, before he took just the tip into his mouth, sucking noisily as his tongue swirled, butterflies erupting in his stomach as Park moaned his name.

It made him bold, maybe too bold. He took him deeper until his lips met his closed fist, making an unattractive sound as he gagged. He pulled off, gaze darting to Park to see if he was going to make him stop, sucking in a breath as he looked up to see Park watching him, pupils blown and an almost primal look in his eyes.

Gift shuddered then tried again, taking slightly less, but still hollowing out his cheeks, dragging his mouth up the length, admiring the heaviness on his tongue, the weight of it against his jaw. His first couple of tries, he continued to gag, but then Park said, “Breathe through your nose, ouen, and don’t worry about going so deep.”

Gift whined around his dick, liking the way Park’s nails scratched at the base of his skull, holding him loosely, but not trying to force him down. Soon Gift found some kind of rhythm, pumping his hand along the bottom, swallowing as much of Park as he could with each pass.

With Park’s pants undone, his shirt had come untucked, leaving a triangle of skin on his belly visible. Gift couldn’t stop himself from using his other hand to run over his abs, realizing they tightened each time Gift dragged his lips just right.

“Fuck, ouen. You look so pretty like this. My pretty boy. On your knees for me,” he breathed, his hips rolling loosely. “Can you look at me?”

Gift flicked his gaze upward, mouth stretched around Park’s cock, eyes watering just a little now that Park was…participating.

Gift was just about to drop a hand to his own aching cock when there was a terse knock on the door.

Shit.

“Shit,” Park barked. “Stay quiet and for God’s sake, don’t move.