The Bone Collector - The Watch #1 - ch. 13 (Patreon)

This is it. The longest sex scene I've written since Disciplinary Action. Unbeta'd, unedited and written on very limited sleep. I really hope it was worth it.

Gift

Was it possible to die of sexual frustration? If it was, Park was about to add another death to his long list of kills. He was being punished. He was definitely being punished and while Gift had spent more than one night thinking about how Park might punish him, it had never occurred to him that simply not touching him might be on the list.

No, not touching him wasn’t even the right way to phrase it. It was how he was touching him that was the problem. It was like he had ants crawling under his skin. He was so hyper aware of everything. Every breath, every minute movement…

When Gift had gotten there for dinner, he hadn’t expected Park to force them to actually eat dinner. Which he had. All of it. Even though Gift had assured Park he was not hungry. More than once. Still, Park had sat across from Gift doing his best to engage in a conversation about…something. Something boring. Gift couldn’t have told anyone what they talked about even with a gun to his head.

Luckily, dinner had simply been light, some kind of soup.

Gift had tasted none of it.

His mind was on one thing and one thing only. Park fulfilling his promise to take Gift’s virginity. Well, he’d said that they’d see…which in retrospect might mean that Park would once again make Gift wait. Fuck, what if he made him wait? He just wanted Park to take him to bed. Most guys didn’t have to work this hard to get people to fuck them. He was starting to take it personally.

When he’d said as much Park had kissed his temple like he was a little kid, but had taken him to his bedroom. A shock of excitement had rocked through Gift’s whole body like he’d touched a live wire, his eyes falling on the king size bed with its iron spindles and boring navy and white comforter.

Gift should have known it was a trap. The moment they entered the room, Park had insisted Gift shower, then brush his teeth and even blow dry his hair…then sit and wait while Park had done the same. He hadn’t even let them shower together. He’d sat on Park’s bed, in Park’s t-shirt and borrowed gray joggers, mollified somewhat by Park’s scent still on the collar of his shirt.

By the time Park had returned to the bedroom, Gift was ready to jump out of his skin. He had never been so aware of another person in his life. It was like every time Park moved, Gift could feel the air around them shift. Maybe he was losing his mind. Had anyone ever been driven mad by perpetual blue balls? When Park had taken his hand, Gift had threaded their fingers together. Park kissed the back, dragging his lips across the skin there, then he’d…turned on the television and insisted they watch a movie.

Watch a movie. Watch a movie!? That’s when Gift had snapped and asked him what was going on. Park had given him a look, this sort of cold once over that felt like a caress, his voice eerily calm.

If we’re going to do this, ouen, we’re doing it on my terms. Not yours. You’ve been begging me for this for weeks. You wanted me to punish you. To teach you. So here’s lesson one. I make the rules. Not you. And tonight, you’re going to learn to wait.

Park had murmured those words while standing behind him—lips right up against Gift’s ear—before plopping down in the center of his bed, back against the headboard and patting the spot between his legs. Gift had stared for a solid minute, frozen in place. Part of him wanted to tell Park to go fuck himself, but the other part had never been so turned on in his life.

In the end, he’d sat between Park’s legs, his back to Park’s chest, his ass flush against Park’s crotch. He’d done his best to grind on him a bit under the guise of getting comfortable, sulking when Park just hit the button on some k-drama they had started watching months ago, way before they had come to the watch. Gift didn’t even remember the storyline, wasn’t sure he even remembered the actors. His boredom led to his mind starting to wander to more…interesting things. Naked things. Sexy things.

And that’s when it started. Park’s fingertips ghosting maddeningly across his belly. Over his shirt. Just stroking, thumb tracing a line from his belly button to his waistband again and again for an entire episode. He wanted to peel his skin off. He had never been so hard in his life. It was embarrassing. It was painful.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He tried to make his movement casual, placing his hands on Park’s bare thighs, just beneath the seam of his athletic shorts, letting his fingers do some wandering of their own. Park’s hands disappeared from Gifts waist immediately, taking him by the wrists “Uh-uh,” he said, voice low and borderline hypnotic, lulling Gift into this hazy feeling. “You get what I give you, ouen.” He said, before nipping at his earlobe. “Only what I give you.”

Gift couldn’t help the whine that passed his lips. “You promised,” he said, voice just above a whisper.

Park’s laugh rolled over Gift like warm water. “Promised what?”

“That…” Gift trailed off, knowing Park had promised nothing really. His shoulders fell, defeated. “Nevermind.”

He was going to die a virgin.

One of Park’s hands left Gift’s wrists to squeeze the back of his neck. “Oh, don’t sulk, ouen.” Park nosed behind his ear. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be thoroughly ruined. But on my terms.” Gift shivered, a broken gasp leaving his suddenly dry lips. “Or, if it’s too much for you, we could end this now and ease into it later.”

He was taunting Gift. It was a challenge. Like he thought Gift couldn’t handle whatever it was Park had in store for him. Gift was starting to wonder that too but he wasn’t going to give Park the satisfaction. “I’m-I’m good.”

“Yeah? Are you?” he asked softly, returning his hands to Gift’s waist, skimming up under his t-shirt this time, his hands felt cool on his overheated skin. “Are you going to be good for me, ouen? My good boy?”

A million butterflies took flight in Gift’s stomach, heartbeat tripping and his cock leaking into his borrowed pants. “Yes, please,” he said, breathless.

Gift felt Park’s chuckle more than heard it. He swallowed audibly as fingertips skimmed up, up, up, trailing over Gift’s ribs, over his chest, avoiding his nipples that were painfully hard and aching. He needed Park to touch him, really touch him. This was fucking torture. But Park’s fingers just started their infuriatingly slow descent back down, dipping just below his pants before sliding back up once more.

And so it went, over and over again. Park’s hands were soft, teasing, his breath fanning against Gift’s ear and cheek. Sometimes it was his fingertips, sometimes his knuckles, each time they edge closer and closer to touching him where he desperately needed.

Gift wanted to beg for more. Wanted to kick his hips back and grind into Park’s cock until he threw him on the bed and finally gave him what he’d been begging for. He shifted restlessly, trying once more to entice Park by wiggling his ass right over Park’s only semi-hard dick.

Park snagged Gift’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding him tight against him, rubbing himself against Gift, letting him feel his cock thicken with each slow grind. “Good boys don’t try to rub off on hia without his permission,” he chided. Voice hardening as he growled, “Be. Still.”

Gift throbbed at his words, nodding numbly. He couldn’t draw a full breath, his chest tight, practically panting over nothing. He was hyper-aware of every atom in his body. The barest hint of a touch was like touching a spider’s web, sending a thrill through his whole body. It was making him crazy. It was making him dizzy. It wasn’t the first time Park had touched him intimately, but this time it had weight, it had mass and volume, pushing all the oxygen from the space until Gift could only close his eyes, drop his head against Park’s shoulder, and wait.

Park gave a hum of approval. “That’s it, pretty boy. Just lie there and let hia play with you.”

Gift whimpered, flushing at the needy sound, managing a barely there, “Y-Yes, hia.”

Park gripped Gift’s hips tighter, grinding against him once more like he couldn’t stop himself. At least Park wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. That was something. That was the last cohesive thought he had before Park’s hands were back under Gift’s shirt. There was no teasing this time. Gift cried out as Park’s teeth sank into his neck, just as he stroked his thumbs across his nipples.

The effect was dizzying.

“This what you wanted?” Park asked, still playing with the stiff peaks, tugging and soothing, then scraping a nail over them, alternating open mouth kisses with painful bites as Gift’s brain fought to process the warring sensations.

“I-” Gift cut himself off with another shaky breath as Park licked over the indentations left by his teeth.

“You…?” Park prompted, sucking a mark behind his ear, overlapping the faint one from the other day. Gift opened his mouth to attempt some kind of coherent response, but Park tugged roughly at his nipples, even as he rubbed his face against his neck, scenting him like Gift had wanted to do that morning. This would all be so much easier if they were just animals.

“It hurts,” Gift managed, voice catching on a dry sob as Park continued his torture.

It wasn’t entirely true. It didn’t hurt exactly. It was just…too much. Too much sensation coming from too many places all at once, his mind couldn’t keep up. So he just stopped trying, letting the fog floating at the edge of his brain take over, making everything seem almost hazy.

“Does it,” Park said, as if this was new information. “Then I’ll just stop.”

Suddenly, his touch disappeared. Gift cried out, grabbing Park’s wrists and trying to put his hands back where they were. “No, no, no. Please, hia. I’ll be good. I like it. I like it so much. Please…”

Park snaked one arm around Gift’s waist, the other sliding up to grip Gift’s hair hard, right at the base of his neck. Gift moaned at the pressure as Park craned his neck back enough to meet his gaze.

Fuck, he was so hot. His eyes were so beautiful, even while he gave Gift a taunting look that sent lightening through his belly. “You don’t seem to know what you want, ouen.”

“I want you,” Gift whined, suddenly blinking back tears. God, what was wrong with him?

Park’s smile was almost condescending as he tightened his hand in Gift’s hair, bringing the other one up to stroke softly at Gift’s plush cheek. “But you do have me,” he chided softly. “I’m right here, giving you just what you asked for. But still you complain. I think maybe we should wait until you know what you want.”

Goosebumps erupted along his skin, his brain deliciously wrapped in cotton as he connected the dots. This was the game. This was his punishment. This was a test. The scene had already started. All he had to do now was play the role Park cast him in. “No, hia,” he begged sweetly, giving Park his widest doe eyes. “I’m a good boy. I-I’ll do what you want. Please?”

Park’s pupils blew wide, his brown eyes bleeding almost black. “Are you sure, ouen? Are you sure you can be good for me?” he growled.

Gift nodded rapidly, not even the slightest bit embarrassed at the desperation clawing at his insides. He’d never been so turned on in his whole fucking life. “Yes. I promise. Please. Please can I stay? Please will you touch me, hia? Teach me? I’ll be so good.”

Park pretended to think about it. “I don’t know…”

Gift pouted prettily. “Please? Please? I-I can prove it? I’ll-I’ll do whatever you say.”

It was a dangerous offer. Gift didn’t know this Park. Had no idea what he was capable of. But he knew deep in his core that there was really nothing he wouldn’t do for Park, no matter how depraved.

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” he said casually. “Open your mouth.”

Gift did as he was told without question. Park worked his jaw back and forth, then opened his mouth, tongue darting out, saliva pooling then dripping from his tongue straight into Gift’s mouth. “Close.” Gift snapped his mouth shut. “Swallow it.” Gift did as he was told, eyes fluttering like what he’d swallowed was something holy. “Show me.”

Gift opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show it was clean.

Park brushed his thumb across Gift’s bottom lip. “Good boy. Now, I want you to pay attention. Are you listening, ouen?” Gift nodded as best he could with Park’s fingers still knotted in his hair. “Green means go. Yellow means slow. Red means everything stops. Say it back to me.”

Gift blinked rapidly, forcing his brain to try to process Park’s words, voice shaky as he repeated, “Green means go, yellow means slow, red means stop.”

“Good,” Park said, rewarding him with a chaste kiss. “Color?”

“Green,” he said, a little too fast.

Park chuckled, dipping his head for another kiss, this one slower, deeper, more intense, making Gift’s head spin. When he pulled back, Park was staring at him fondly.. “You gonna let me do what I want to you, my sweet boy?”

How was that even a question at this point. “Yes, hia.”

“Good, then lie back and put your hands back on my thighs.” Park’s lips twitched like he was trying not to laugh at Gift’s speedy compliance.  “If your hands move, mine stop. Understand?”

Gift’s heart tripped in his chest, leaking so much precome his pants stuck uncomfortably to his skin. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed. This was all Park’s fault. “Yes.”

Park tugged on his hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, hia?” Gift offered.

Park nipped his ear once more, finally sliding his fingers free of his hair, massaging and scratching at Gift’s scalp almost like an apology. Gift wanted to purr at the feeling.

“Don’t forget your manners,” Park reminded.

“Sit up for a moment,” Park said. He yanked Gift’s shirt up and over his head as soon as he complied. “That’s better. Now lay back for me, baby, rest your head on my shoulder, okay?”

Gift was trembling now, his nervous system going haywire. He didn’t know if he was scared, nervous, horny, flustered…all of the above? As soon as his head fell back against Park’s muscular shoulder, his hand snaked down grabbing the band of Gift’s joggers, tucking them under his balls putting him fully on display.

He gasped, his hands flying to cover himself.

Park made a sharp sound, reminding Gift of his instructions. His whole face burned, but he placed shaky hands back onto Park’s thick thighs. He took Gift’s weeping cock in hand, swiping his thumb over the head, gathering the fluid there on his thumb. “Look how wet you are already. Are you that excited, ouen? That desperate to get fucked?”

Gift whined, then nodded.

Park chuckled, bringing his thumb to Gift’s lips. He sucked it into his mouth without thought, licking over the pad of his finger, eyes sliding closed at the tang of Park’s skin and the taste of himself on his tongue.

“Dirty boy,” Park teased.

Before Gift could even formulate a response, his hand was wrapping around Gift’s painful erection, squeezing until Gift couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. “You’re so hard for me. You must be aching. Does it hurt, baby?” Gift nodded, giving another pained mewl. “Aw,” Park said, mockingly. “My poor boy. You want me to take care of this for you?”

“Please,” he whispered. “It hurts so bad.”

Gift wailed as Park’s hand disappeared once more, listening as the drawer on Park’s side table opened and closed. The overwhelming scent of synthetic strawberry suddenly filled the room. “Is that how good boys ask for what they want?”

“Please. Please. Please. Please,” Gift chanted like a mantra, wanting to burst into tears when Park’s palm wrapped around him once more. “Thank you. Thank you, hia. Thank you for touching me.”

Lips grazed his temple, words soft. “There’s my sweet boy. So soft. So…obedient.”

Gift preened. “I’m a good boy,” he said almost to himself.

“And good boys get rewarded.”

Park’s hand began to move, stroking him with purpose, the overwhelming pleasure rendering Gift mute.  There was no time to even get used to Park’s touch. He worked him with intention, his palm blissfully tight and slick. Lube. Strawberry scented lube. Was it flavored too?

Oh, God.

Gift’s toes curled, back arching off the bed, Park’s strokes this side of too much, too fast. Soft little cries poured from Gift’s lips like water, his fingernails digging into Park’s thighs as heat pooled in Gift’s belly.  “Oh. Oh. Hia… Oh, my God. That feels… so…Oh, God. Oh, please,” he sobbed, not even sure what he was asking for.

Did he want him to speed up? Slow down? He didn’t even know anymore.

“Yeah, sweet boy?” Park murmured, pressing his mouth to the slender column of his neck, leaving more open mouth kisses, his pace never slowing. Gift couldn’t stop the sounds he was making, face flushed and this desperation building in his core, dragging him towards his release whether he wanted it or not.

“Hia… I’m…I’m gonna…”

Park’s tongue teased the shell of his ear. “You close already, ouen? Just from a little bitty handjob.”

Gift could only whimper, something about the edge of Park’s tone, the way he mocked him just a little, was really doing it for him. Maybe Gift did have a degradation kink. He’d come to terms with that later, when he was seconds away from falling off a cliff. He moaned, that tell-tale tension building low in his stomach, as he squirmed beneath Park’s relentless hand, every tight squeeze pushing him closer to the edge.

“I-I, Oh, God. I’m…” Gift’s orgasm punched out of him, his release spilling over Park’s fist as he shook in his arms. Park worked him through the aftershocks until Gift whined and pulled away, slumping boneless against Park, his whole body tingling pleasantly.

Park presented his hand to Gift. “Look at the mess you made, ouen. Dirty boy. Clean it up.”

Gift craned his head back to look at Park, eyes wide. He arched a brow, studying Gift closely. Park was serious. Gift turned in Park’s arms, taking his wrist, pulling his hand closer. He held Park’s intense gaze as he kitten-licked his cum off each digit, making sure to swirl his tongue between each finger, before taking each one into his mouth and sucking them clean. Park tasted like artificial strawberries and something just a little bitter.

When he was finished, Park gave him a sweet kiss. “You did so well.” Gift preened. But then his gaze turned stony, his voice leaving no room for argument. “But that’s the last time you get off without my permission.”

Gift sucked in a breath. “I-”

Park captured his mouth before he could say anything, his kiss filthy, his hand gripping Gift’s jaw tightly, moving him how he liked as he plundered his mouth. “Shh, ouen,” he said against his lips. “You’ll have plenty of time to make up for your crimes.”

The knot in Gift’s stomach tightened. “But you-”

Park tsked, looking disappointed. “Are you talking back?”

Gift’s cock twitched. “No,” he said, sullen.

“Then be a good boy and say thank you.”

Gift gasped before he could stop himself. “What?”

“Say thank you for getting me off, hia. Thank you for not punishing me for coming without your permission. Thank you for agreeing to fuck me even when I misbehave at every turn and act like a little tease whenever we’re alone.”

Gift opened and closed his mouth, a storm of emotions brewing inside. But finally he just said, “Thank you, hia.. For-For taking care of me even when I’m bad.”

Park arched a brow, tilting his head. “And…”

“And for not punishing me even though I came without your permission,” he mumbled.

Park brushed his knuckles against his cheek. “Of course, ouen. Anything for you. Now stand up and take your clothes off. Everything. Fold them neatly and place them on the chair then come back to me.”

Gift started to tremble once more. “We’re not done?” he asked, voice both timid and hopeful.

“Have I fucked you full of my come yet?”

Gift sucked in a shocked breath, his dick desperately trying to rally. “N-No, hia.”

“Then we’re not done yet. Now do as you’re told.”

Gift nodded, scrambling off the bed, limbs wobbly and uncoordinated, clumsy as he complied with Park’s wishes. When his clothes were folded, he came back, standing there, completely naked. Park stared openly, studying him intently like he was memorizing every line and curve of his body. He wanted to shy away, to hide himself, but why? He would see it all anyway and it would only make Park angry.

“Pretty,” Park murmured almost to himself. “Lie down, ouen.” Gift crawled onto the bed. “On your belly.”

Gift’s lips parted, his breaths loud even to himself.  He collapsed onto the mattress, burying his face in his folded arms, too embarrassed to look at Park or watch what he was doing.

“Color,” Park asked, distracted, as he ran a finger down Gift’s spine and the cleft of his ass.

“Green,” Gift said, voice muffled.

Park made a sound of satisfaction, then went quiet. Nerves turned those butterflies in his stomach into angry bees, uncertainty creeping up on him. Curiosity finally won. He lifted his head to see Park undressing, dropping his clothes on the floor, catching and holding Gift’s gaze. It was another lesson. His look said it all. I can do what I like but you have to do as you're told. It should have made Gift mad. Instead, he was already getting hard again.

Gift couldn’t stop himself from gawking at a fully naked Park. He was lean and well muscled, chest smooth, his cock hard and flushed red, in sharp contrast with his golden skin. Gift had seen Park in various stages of undress recently, but seeing him like this, totally bare…he was breathtaking. “You’re so…hot.”

Park chuckled. “Thank you.”

Sudden embarrassment swept over him. He dropped his head back into his folded arms to hide, but that left him completely vulnerable and blind to whatever Park planned to do next.

He sucked in a startled breath as large hands ran up his calves, thumbs teasing the back of his knees before he splaying Gift’s thighs wide, leaving him fully open. An undignified squeak left Gift’s lips. Park laughed once more, but he said nothing.

Gift held his breath as he waited, mouth opening in a silent moan as Park’s lips pressed against an ankle, first one, then the other, before moving upwards. A surprised sound punched from him as Park’s tongue ran along the back of his knee, blood rushing south once more. Gift rolled his hips on the mattress without thought, seeking relief.

There was a sharp smack, Gift’s ass cheek reverberating, a split second before the pain flared.Park had spanked him. He cried out, more in shock than pain, making a wounded sound when Park’s hand rubbed the spot soothingly. “Stop trying to hump the bed. I decide what you deserve. I decide when you come.”

“Yes, hia,” Gift said miserably, then yelped as teeth sank into the plush meat of his inner thigh, biting hard enough to shock his system.

Park made a satisfied sound, laving over the teeth marks before doing it again on the other thigh. Gift’s pained cries only seemed to spur him on. Gift was painfully hard again, his cock trapped between his belly and the mattress, head deliciously swimmy. “Are there marks?” he asked, voice raw. “On-on my thighs?” he clarified.

“Mm,” Park said, tracing the marks in question. “They’re so pretty.”

“Will they bruise?”

“If they don’t, I’ll do it again. And again. And again. Until it takes. Until you’re covered in my marks.”

Gift swooned, his stomach swooping at his words. “Yes… the ones on my neck are already fading.”

“You don’t need marks for everyone to know you’re mine.”

A feeling like warm honey poured over him at that. You’re mine. How long had he been dying to hear those words from Park? The marks on his neck were already fading, but the ones on his thighs would be just for Gift. He could press on them and the pain would remind him of this moment where Park had claimed him. “Good.”

Park’s weight shifted on the bed, then his hands gripped Gift’s ass, something cold and plastic hitting his leg. The lube bottle? He’s going to fuck him. Park’s going to fuck him. This is real. It’s happening. Park is finally going to make him his.

The thought was sucked away as Park spread him open, exposing him fully, the cold air on his most private places making him clench. His whole body grew hot, beads of sweat erupting at his hairline as Park just seemed to stare.

Something soft and wet moved over his hole, causing him to tense, frowning at the sensation. Park did it again. His tongue. That was Park’s tongue. In his ass. Park was licking over him in long strokes like a mother cat cleaning her kittens, or like someone eating an ice cream cone. Gift’s heart rate tripled, his fingers digging into the comforter beneath him as he tried to get used to the sensation.

After a moment, he rose up on his forearms, glancing over his shoulder. He almost came on the spot. Park had his face buried, his eyes closed, his expression blissful, like eating Gift out was a dream come true. Gift couldn’t look away, riveted, as much from the picture Park made as the feeling of Park’s tongue on him.

Park’s eyes opened like he sensed Gift watching. He held Gift’s gaze as he speared his tongue against his entrance, then sucked loudly, the noise obscene in the quiet, the show long forgotten and left on a blank screen asking if they wished to continue. Gift squeaked, hiding his face once more.

Park growled, his lips vibrating against Gift’s skin in a way that sent pulses of ecstasy through him each time he did it. Gift didn’t think he’d stay down there doing…that for any length of time, but it started to feel like Park had made a home there and as the minutes ticked by, Gift slowly ripped apart at the seams.

Park seemed content as he licked and sucked at the tight muscle, teasing it, massaging over it with his tongue, even scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin there as Gift unraveled, writhing beneath Park’s ministrations. He wanted to touch himself, wanted to hump the mattress like a dog. He’d never been so hard in his life, not even a few moments ago when Park had jerked him off. He ached, his hole so sensitive that Gift thought he might come just from Park blowing air across the tender skin.

“Please, hia. Oh, my God. I can’t…I can’t. It’s too much. It…I’m so…” he made a noise of frustration, trying to grind his hips, but Park gripped his ass hard enough to leave bruises, holding him in place as he continued to torture him.

“You taste so good, ouen. My pretty baby. I want to eat you alive.”

Gift whined. “Please, hia…please,” he begged, voice catching on a sob, tears welling in his eyes.

When Park’s mouth disappeared, Gift bit his tongue so he didn’t actually dissolve into a real crying fit. He didn’t know why he was so…emotional. Everything was too much and not enough, all of his feelings so close to the surface. He needed more. Needed to be filled. Needed to feel Park buried deep inside him. He couldn’t take much more.

There was a quiet click and then something wet probed his entrance. Park’s finger. Gift let out a breath. Finally. Park didn’t push in though, just circled around the tight muscle until Gift was climbing the walls, desperate pleas falling from his lips, words he probably wouldn’t even remember tomorrow.

Finally, Park pushed in to the first knuckle. There was no pain, just a strange sensation of being invaded. When Gift rocked his hips back, pushing him deeper, Park smacked his ass once more.

After that Gift tried to be still, he tried to be good. His eyes rolled behind closed lids, a moan escaping as Park pumped his finger in and out, his tongue teasing around the edges.

Park pulled out, then pushed back in with two fingers. Gift hissed in discomfort, a burning pain rocketing through him, robbing him of all thought but one. “Ow,” he whined.

Park rubbed his ass cheek soothingly, then kissed it. “You’re doing so well, ouen. Being so good for me. My good boy.”

“Hia…” Gift gasped.

Gift didn’t even know what he wanted him to do. He just needed to say something, do something. Park ran soothing circles along his back until his body relaxed once more, letting Park move freely.

“I’m going to add one more. Okay, baby?” Park asked, voice so tender it made Gift’s heart swell until it felt near to bursting.

“Yeah,” he said, voice small.

This time when he pushed back in, Gift tensed, unable to stop the pained cry from escaping. Park’s fingers stilled, but his lips didn’t. He kissed his way up Gift’s spine, lying down beside him, burying his nose against his neck. “Just breathe, ouen. I’m not gonna move until you’re ready. Just try to relax.”

Gift’s whole body was shaking. He forced himself to take some deep breaths, knowing tensing only made it worse. Soon, the sharp burn became a dull ache, Park whispering sweet words in his ear in English and Thai, kissing whatever skin he could reach.

After a few minutes, he pulled out almost all the way, then sank back in slowly. “Okay?” he asked.

Gift took a shuddering breath, then nodded. “Yeah. I’m-It’s okay. It’s-It’s good.”

Park kissed Gift’s shoulder, as he lazily started to move, working him open. Gift relaxed in increments until Park curled his fingers just right and fireworks exploded behind his eyelids. “Oh, my God.”

Park chuckled, fucking into him a little faster, fingers aiming for that spot inside him now, dragging over it more often then not, sending these little bursts of indescribable euphoria through him until he felt drunk and syrupy.

“Do you think you’re ready, ouen?” Park asked finally.

“I’m good. I’m ready. I want you inside me,” Gift said, too far gone to be embarrassed at how needy he sounded.

Park slipped his fingers free, leaving Gift clenching on nothing, feeling open and exposed and impossibly empty. He expected to feel Park’s cock press into him, but instead, Park grabbed his hips, manhandling him onto his back, before settling between Gift’s bruised thighs, hovering over him.

Park rested his weight on his forearms, gazing down at Gift with an unbearably fond expression. He smoothed a hand over Gift’s sweaty hair, pushing his bangs off his forehead. “You already look so fucked out, baby.”

Gift blinked heavy lids at him. “Who’s fault is that?”

Park leaned down and kissed his nose, then his cheeks. “You still want to do this?”

Tears threatened, once more his feelings too overwhelming to be contained. “More than anything.”

“Okay, baby. Just try to stay relaxed for me. Yeah?”

Gift nodded, head lolling on his shoulders, body flushed with embarrassment, staring at the wall as Park reached down between them. Then there was a blunt pressure at his entrance, far bigger than one or two or even three fingers. His hands grasped at Park’s shoulders, needing to hold onto him, to feel the warmth of his skin under his fingers, needing Park to ground him so he didn’t float away.

Gift couldn’t stop the cry that ripped from his lips when Park finally pressed into him, pressing past that first tight ring of muscle. Gift’s fingernails dug deep, his whole body seizing up, the burning pain only growing worse, causing him to panic.

“Shh,” Park soothed, completely still above him. “Shh, baby. Just relax. I’m not moving. I’m going to stay right here until you’re ready. Okay?”

Tears spilled over Gift’s cheeks, running to his hairline. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. This is normal, ouen. I promise.”

Before Gift could say something more, Park’s mouth found his, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss, sucking gently on his lower lip, before his tongue swept inside. “So perfect,” Park whispered against his lips. “My perfect boy.”

Gift whined, holding him tighter, doing his best to forget the pain that was growing duller by the minute. Park’s kisses were the antidote, distracting him from his overthinking until Gift was a boneless mess once more.

Gift shifted a bit beneath Park, testing…it didn’t hurt. “I’m-I think I’m good,” he said when Park came up for air.

“Mm,” Park said, mouth sliding over Gift’s, clearly in no hurry. Gift let himself be kissed, again and again, until Gift felt drunk from his lips. Gift had kissed Park many times by now, but this felt different. He kissed Gift like he was trying to communicate something he couldn’t say with words.

When Park finally slipped in another inch, Gift was practically a puddle, his brain as soft and malleable as taffy. Park stifled a groan as he sank the rest of the way in, not stopping until their hips were flush.

“Still good?” Park asked. Gift nodded, lids at half-mast. “Put your legs around my hips, ouen. Hold on tight.”

Gift did as he was told, linking his ankles at Park’s lower back. He collapsed his weight on top of Gift, burying his face in his neck as he rocked his hips in slow, steady strokes.

There was no pain, just this feeling of being full, being owned, possessed, taken. His own erection had flagged when Park pushed inside, but was now slowly taking interest once more, trapped between their bellies, the friction making Gift squirm beneath Park, as he began rolling his hips upwards to meet each thrust.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. You’re doing so well. Taking me so well. My good boy. Fuck,” Park sounded a little breathless. Knowing it was because of Gift made him feel powerful, invincible.

“You’re so deep,” Gift gasped without thought, one hand worming its way between their bodies so Gift could press on his belly. “I swear I can feel you way up here.”

Park’s hips fell off rhythm. He pulled back to look at Gift, expression pleading. “Christ, ouen. You can’t say things like that.”

Gift giggled. “Why? It’s true.”

Park smiled,then kissed him once more, before saying, “Because it makes me want to wreck you.”

The smile slipped from Gift’s face, his hands cupping Park’s cheeks. “So do it.”

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

Gift met his gaze. “Do it, hia. Fuck me. Hard. Wreck me. Fuck me so good I feel you every time I sit down for the rest of the week. For the rest of my life.”

“You’re a fucking menace,” Park growled, sitting up and catching Gift’s knees over his elbows, practically folding him in half as he leaned down to take his mouth in another dirty kiss.

When Park pulled out and thrust back in this time, Gift gasped for an entirely different reason as Park’s cock dragged over a spot inside him that made his vision go white and fuzzy at the edges.

“Oh, God…Fuck. Do that again,” he begged against his lips.

Park picked up the pace, but kept the angle the same, ensuring every time he thrust into him, a shocky heat shot through him, until he was a babbling mess as Park pounded into him, using him.

It was all so much, overwhelming his senses. It smelled like sex and sweat and something deeper, pheromones maybe? Park’s sweat dripped onto Gift’s face, the headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, the embarrassing sounds of skin on skin and lube squelching with each thrust was all just too much, he needed to touch himself, needed relief.

As if he could read Gift’s mind, Park braced himself on one arm, reaching down between them, wrapping his hand around Gift’s now aching and over-sensitive cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, setting a brutal pace. His palm was just a little dry, the catch and slide both pleasant and painful in the best possible way.

“Oh, fuck. Park…Park…hia…” Blunt nails raked over Park’s back, his second orgasm barreling towards him like a runaway train. “I’m so close. Can I? Can I come? Can I come? Please? Please? I’ve been good. I’ve been so good. Haven’t I? I’m a good boy. Right?” He was too far gone to be embarrassed by his own words.

Park worked him without mercy, but said nothing. Gift whimpered. He was going to come. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to be in trouble. He wanted to be good. But what could he do? That train was coming and he was tied to the tracks.

He’d never felt like this, so full, so loved, so fucked out and drunk on pleasure. Park was in him and all around him, his hand driving Gift mad, cock buried so deep inside he’d carry the memory of it with him forever.

A sob broke from his lips, tears pooling then slipping, flowing freely. He couldn’t stop them.

“Shh, don’t cry, baby,” Park soothed. “You’ve been so good. You’ve been perfect. My good boy. You can come. You can come whenever you want.”

That was all it took for Gift to come a second time, this one sending his brain completely offline, his whole world fading to black.

When he came to his senses once more, Park was still pounding away inside him, staring at Gift like he was his world.

As he became more aware of his surroundings, he became more aware of his body, of the oversensitivity. Every stroke hurt, making him wince. It was a discomfort that was almost pleasant, like pressing on a bruise or poking at a sore tooth with your tongue.

He tried to grin and bear it, but as Park continued to fuck into him, it grew more and more uncomfortable. “Hia…it hurts.”

Park dropped his head, kissing Gift’s jaw, his chin, anywhere his lips fell. “Fuck, ouen. You feel so good, I’m so close. So close… You can take a little more, right? You can take it for me. Just a little bit?”

Gift clenched around him at Park’s words, wincing at the sharp pain. “Come in me, hia. Fill me up like you promised. I want to feel it.”

Park made a noise like he was in pain, his thrusts growing sloppy until he was just grinding his hips. Just when Gift was about to start begging him to stop or at least slow down, Park sank his teeth into Gift’s shoulder muffling a shout, hips spasming and legs kicking out as he came buried deep within him. Gift swore he could feel him spilling inside him.

Park collapsed on top of him, not bothering to pull out, just burying his face back in Gift’s neck, holding him tight like he was the only life jacket in turbulent seas.

Gift wrapped his arms around him, kissing the top of his head, their ragged breaths loud in the otherwise silent room.

“Park?”

“Yeah?” he managed, pressing the words into his skin.

“Gift lak hia.”

Park didn’t say anything for so long, Gift teared up again, stomach plummeting to his feet. Finally, Park took a deep breath and let it out, hugging him harder. “I love you, too, ouen.”