The Bone Collector-The Watch-ch. 14 (Patreon)

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Park 

Gift clung to him, trembling, curled against Park’s side, head resting on Park’s shoulder. Park should have taken the time to talk to Gift before all this happened. He should have discussed the boy’s soft and hard limits, given him time to process and ask questions, prepared him for the way his body would react once the scene ended. But it was too late for that now. Gift was dropping fast. Park needed to get up and tend to him, but whenever he tried, Gift made this pathetic little mewling sound like a lost kitten and held tighter.

Park pressed his lips to the crown of his head. “I need to get up, ouen.”

Gift shook his head stubbornly. “No.”

“Gift…”

Blunt nails dug deeper into his arm. “If you leave me I’m going to die, and it will be all your fault,” he whined dramatically. “Everyone will know you fucked me to death.”

Park couldn’t stop the soft chuckle from escaping, earning a glare from Gift. “I’m just going into the bathroom, and then I will come right back. Thirty seconds. You can be brave for thirty seconds right?”

Gift eyed him warily. “Just thirty seconds?”

“Yes, ouen. Count out loud for me, okay?”

Gift gave a tentative nod, then loosened his grip. Park carefully extricated himself from his grasp, then looked down at him expectantly, heart twisting as he looked at Park like he was abandoning him on a street corner, not leaving him nestled in a warm bed for half a minute.

But he began to count anyway, though begrudgingly. “One…two…”

Park walked naked into the bathroom, taking a moment to wash up at the sink before grabbing a cloth and running it under warm water.

“…twenty-nine…”

“Thirty,” Park said, returning to sit on the side of the bed beside Gift, wiping him down gently, cleaning up the drying mess of spit and cum and lube, before tossing the cloth into the corner. Some primal part of Park liked seeing Gift wrecked. He liked knowing that every bruise marring his soft skin was there because of Park, because Gift had given himself to Park.

It shouldn’t matter. It truly shouldn’t. Virginity was a construct. Park would have wanted Gift regardless. But knowing he’d been all of Gift’s firsts fed something truly dark and primitive within him. Gift was his now. Just his. He’d marked him, used him, claimed him.

Park owned him body and soul.

Gift felt it too.

Park could just tell.

Park didn’t lie down again, but instead brushed Gift’s hair back off his forehead, his dick trying to rally at the neediness in Gift’s heated look. He would give himself to Park again, right then, if that’s what Park wanted. He’d do anything Park asked. But Park had to put him back together before he could take him apart all over again. “I need to go to the kitchen. Then I’ll come back to bed and we can do whatever you want. Okay?”

“How long?” Gift demanded, voice tight.

“Ninety seconds?” Park guesstimated.

Gift hesitated, voice small as he asked, “You’re coming back though, right?”

Park smiled, then leaned down and kissed Gift’s plush cheek. “It’s my bed, ouen. Where am I going to go?”

Gift huffed like that wasn’t the answer he’d hoped for, but allowed Park to give him exactly five more kisses all over his face before Park stood once more and went to the kitchen. He tried to move fast, honestly just as eager to return to Gift as he was for Park. He grabbed water and grapes from the fridge, then also the fancy chocolate bar that had sat unopened in his cabinet forever.

When he returned, Gift was sitting up, a pillow across his lap, chewing on his thumbnail. “Do you regret it?” he blurted, then flushed.

Something twisted in Park’s chest. He was really not doing a great job taking care of him. He joined Gift on the bed, cupping his face. “Of course, not.”

Tears sprang to Gift’s eyes and then spilled over. Park swiped at his hot tears with his thumbs.

Gift shook his head helplessly. “I don’t know why I’m acting like this.”

Yep. Park was such an asshole. He could have prevented all of this. Well, maybe not prevented it but at least explained that it would happen after what they’d done.

“It’s normal, baby. What we did was intense. I should have talked to you about it in advance, I got carried away teasing you. I’ll do better next time.”

“Next time?” Gift said, voice hopeful.

Park handed him the water bottle. “Drink it. All of it.”

Gift did as he was told, handing the empty bottle back to him. Park fed him a few apple slices, then broke open the chocolate bar placing a piece on Gift’s tongue like a sacrament.

Gift closed his eyes, savoring it. “It’s good. A little bitter.” He took the bar from Park’s fingers and broke another piece off, pressing it against his lips. “Try it.”

Park opened dutifully, holding the chocolate in his mouth before chewing. “It’s good though.”

Gift nodded, falling quiet as he continued to eat what Park fed him. Once they were finished, Park laid back down, pulling Gift back into his arms, making him the little spoon and holding him tight.

“How are you feeling now, dek dee?”

Gift seemed to think on it, his fingers tangling with Park’s on his belly. “Weird, I guess? Kind of like my body isn’t my own? Like I want to laugh and cry at the same time. Does that make sense?”

It did. “You ever heard of the term sub drop?”

“Is-Is that what this is?” Gift asked. “I thought that was a bondage thing.”

“It can happen after any kind of intense emotional scene. And I’d call what we did intense and emotional.”

“You don’t seem affected,” Gift said, tone a little sullen.

Park buried his face in Gift’s hair, inhaling deeply, letting the scent calm him. “I’m more affected than you think. And it’s usually not as intense for the dominant person in the scene. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t have an effect on me.”

“So, I’m a sub?” Gift said, then giggled a little.

“I don’t think we need to put labels on things. But before we do anything like that again, I think we should talk about what you like and what you don’t. We need to have some limits.”

Gift rolled in his arms until he was facing him, craning his head up to look up at Park. “Is this like a kink talk?”

Park laughed. “I guess you could put it that way.”

Gift wiggled his knee in between Park’s scooting impossibly closer, until there was almost no place their bodies weren’t touching. “How do I know what I like or what I don’t when I’ve never tried anything?”

Park’s hand fell to Gift’s naked back, fingers trailing over the muscles there. “Well…is there anything you didn’t like me doing tonight? Anything you never want me to do again or to do differently?” When Gift stayed silent, Park added, “You’re not going to hurt my feelings if you don’t like something, but you will upset me if you don’t tell me and I continue to do something that’s not making you feel good.”

“It’s not that…I’m just thinking. I-I liked tonight.”

“What did you like? Was there something specific you liked more than others?” Park watched a blush creep from Gift’s chest up to his ears, before he dropped his gaze. “What is it, ouen? You can tell me. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I…I liked when you bit me…like my thighs and then when you sucked on them until it left a mark. I like when you mark me up,” Gift told Park’s chest.

Park gave a satisfied groan, then tipped Gift’s face up. “I like marking you up, too. You look so hot with my teeth marks on your ass and thighs.”

Gift’s breaths seemed to come a little faster now. “I like when you tell me what to do. I like when you make me wait. I like being good for you.”

Park captured his lips in a lazy kiss that lingered. “You were so good for me, ouen. My good boy. What else?”

Gift’s eyes dropped. “I liked your-your tongue on me.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “In me.”

Having this conversation in bed was yet another bad idea. Park’s cock was already half-hard listening to Gift shyly tell Park all the very dirty things he liked park doing to him.

“Fuck, baby. Yeah? You liked me licking your tight little hole? Fucking my tongue into it?” he asked, voice raw. Gift whimpered, thrusting his hips forward, pressing his own erection to Park’s hip. He let his hand slide down to cup Gift’s ass cheek. “I liked it too. You taste so good. And you make the sweetest sounds when my mouth’s on you.”

“Is this conversation supposed to be turning us on?” Gift asked, uncertain. “Cause I’m feeling…things.”

Park couldn’t help but kiss him once more. “I would be more worried if you weren’t.” Gift looked relieved. Park decided to keep pushing. They were both already worked up, they might as well finish the conversation. “Is there anything we didn’t do that you want to try?” he probed.

Gift froze, then buried his face in Park’s neck, hiding. “Maybe…” he managed.

“Like?” When he stayed silent, Park held him tighter. “Don’t be shy. You weren’t shy about what you wanted this morning.”

Hot breath hit Park’s skin as Gift inhaled sharply, then blew it out like he was trying to force himself to relax. “I want you to spank me…or like…discipline me,” Gift managed, words muffled against Park’s skin. “Make me behave. Punish me when I don’t.”

Fuck. Park’s cock was now fully on board at the timid request. “Yeah? I-We can try that. Anything else?”

Part of Park hoped there wasn’t or he wouldn’t survive this conversation.

“I want you to put your hand on my throat, maybe? Like squeeze just a little. THey say it makes you feel floaty. I wanna see if I like it. And-” He cut himself off .”I want you to make me choke on your…cock, like hold my hair and fuck my face. I want you to teach me how to take it, take you.”

Yeah, no, Park was definitely going to spontaneously combust hearing those words coming from Gift’s innocent little face. His throat felt dry as the Sahara as he tried not to picture Gift on his knees, mouth stretched around his cock, tears streaming down his face as Park used him.

He cleared his throat. “I-Yeah, I can definitely do that. Is that it?”

He felt Gift shake his head no from his hiding spot, before he said, “And also…and I also like when you’re a little mean to me. When you talk down to me just a little.” Gift peeked his head out from his hiding spot to look at Park, still shy. “But only like a little. I don’t want you to be, like, really, really mean to me. Not verbally, anyway. That would make me cry.”

Not verbally, anyway. Christ.

Park gave him a reassuring smile. “I only want to make you cry when you feel good. Or when we both decide it’s okay to make you cry for other reasons.”

“Other reasons? Like from…pain?” Gift asked, breathless, his brown eyes glittering with anticipation. “You like it when I cry?”

Park skimmed his thumb across Gift’s cheek. “You look so pretty when you cry, ouen. Even prettier when you’re crying on my cock. I bet you’ll look more so with tears running down these pretty cheeks while I discipline you. Does that scare you?”

Gift’s pink tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. He definitely didn’t look scared. He looked two seconds away from begging Park for round two.

Finally, he shook his head. “I’m not scared.”

He sat up and threw a leg over Park’s lap, settling himself on his thighs, biting his lip when he saw Park was hard again, before looking at his own erection.

“This conversation did get you excited,” He teased. “Dirty boy.”

Gift blushed again, then took Park’s hands, lifting them to his face, hiding as he asked,“Is there anything you want to do with me? Something you like that I didn’t mention?”

It would make Gift feel better if Park also had kinks he wanted to explore. Luckily, they seemed to be on the same page with their likes, still Park’s appetites were plentiful.

“Our kinks are shockingly aligned. But there’s some things I’d want to try with you that you didn’t mention. If you’d be interested, that is.”

Gift took Park’s hands and placed them on his chest, leaning into the touch. “Like?” Park flexed his hands over the smooth muscle, before stroking over the boy’s abused nipples with his thumbs. Gift gasped, flinching away from the touch. “Sensitive,” he whispered.

“Mm,” Park said, noncommittal. “I want to tie you up.” He pulled Gift closer, meeting him halfway to capture one of the sensitive peaks into his mouth, sucking until Gift cried out, then licking over it in apology. “Orgasm control.” Park took GIft’s cock in hand, stroking it slowly. “Edging you for hours until you’re begging for relief.”

“Hia,” Gift whined, hips rolling seemingly without thought, working himself into Park’s fist.

Gift looked so beautiful like this, flushed and bruised and tender. Park wanted to eat him alive. “Dressing you up. You’d look so good in panties…or maybe a skirt. Both?”

Gift’s hips moved faster. “Fuck.”

Park slid his free hand into Gift’s hair, dragging his mouth to his, fucking his tongue into his mouth. “Impact play with objects other than my hand.”

Gift moaned against his lips. “What kind of things?”

Park bit at his jaw, his cheek, just below his ear. “Hair brush? Paddle, maybe? Flogger? Ruler?”

Gift whimpered. “Hia?”

“Hm?”

Once more he buried his face in Park’s neck. “I want you inside me again.”

Park groaned. The responsible thing would be to give him a day to recover. To maybe have a conversation or two about what this meant for them.

But Park was long past being responsible. “You sure you’re not too sore?”

Gift’s hand reached out to stroke Park’s cock tentatively, licking the spot just under Park’s jaw. “Please? Na? Na?”

“Look at me when you’re asking for something,” he said sharply.

Gift snapped upright, lips parted and glossy with spit. “Please, hia? Please?“

“Please what, ouen? Use your words.”

Gift whined, cock leaking against his belly. Park didn’t know if it was his words or his tone, maybe a combination of both.

Gift looked the very embodiment of the pleading emoji, then simpered, “Please fuck me, hia. I want to feel you inside me again. I want to feel full.”

Christ. He really was a fast learner. “So pretty when you beg, ouen.”

Park grabbed the lube from the mattress, coating his cock, then two fingers. “Lift up just a little.”

Gift put his weight on his knees, his gaze never leaving Park’s. Park snaked his arm around him, teasing at his entrance. Gift made a choked off sound, lips parting, but otherwise stayed quiet. Park pressed in with both fingers, groaning when he felt how open he still was. He punched his fingers in and out, the sound obscene in the quiet. “Still so wet.”

Gift whined, his fingers digging into Park’s shoulders. He wrapped an arm around Gift’s waist and shifted further down the bed. “Come here, baby.” Park guided him until he was hovering over his cock. When he was pressing against his rim, Gift’s expression changed, brows knitting together as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “Don’t worry, hia will help do the work. I just want to keep you close to me.”

Gift gave a jerky nod, then sank down, both of them moaning as Gift’s body swallowed him in one smooth motion.

“Good, baby. That’s so good. Now just wrap your legs around my waist.”

Park held onto Gift’s thighs and stood so Gift could do as he asked. “You’re so strong.”

“You’re just tiny,” Park teased.

Once GIft’s legs were around him, he sat on the edge of the bed, using the bounce of the mattress to pulse into Gift in short, deep thrusts. Gift let out this satisfied little sigh, resting his head on Park’s shoulder.

“Feel okay?” Park asked, taking it easy while Gift got used to the sensation again.

“Feels so good, hia. I want to keep you inside me forever.”

Park gripped his ass tighter, grinding into him harder without thought. “You feel good, too. So hot and tight and still stuffed full of my cum, just sucking me deeper every time I move.”

“I can feel you here,” Gift whined, touching his lower belly.

Fucking hell. Park’s gaze dipped to look at where Gift’s hand rested, then back to Gift’s face. The boy looked awestruck, lips parted, pupils blown wide. His fucked out little doll. His perfect boy.

“Fuck, ouen. You’re making me fucking crazy. You can’t keep saying things like that. It does things to my brain. Makes me forget I want to be gentle with you.”

Gift reached back, placing his hands on Park’s knees, using the leverage to pull up just enough, before dropping down, both of them groaning. Gift did it again and again, the only thing keeping him from tumbling off Park’s lap were his hands braced against Gift’s lower back.

Park let Gift set the pace, unable to tear his eyes away. Gift’s head was thrown back, lips parted, these tiny little ah, ah, ah’s falling from his lips each time he let himself drop back down on Park’s cock.

But it didn’t take long before Gift grew frustrated, pouting up at Park. “Hia…”

Park chuckled. “Tired, ouen? Want hia to take over?” Gift nodded. Park captured his mouth in a kiss, exploring his mouth before asking, “How do you want it?”

Gift flushed. “Can I-Can I be on my hands and knees?”

Park’s breath punched out of him at Gift’s quiet request. “Yeah, baby. Hia will fuck you however you want.”

Gift crawled off of him, then got on his knees on the mattress, giving Park one more shy look before dropping to his forearms, his perfect ass still in the air, knees wide and back arched. Such a tease. Park reached for the lube again, applying another layer, swiping the excess over Gift’s slightly open hole.

“Hia,” Gift whined, dropping his cheek to the mattress so he could look back at him, wide eyes pleading.

Park didn’t know how much of this innocence was an act, but Park was eating it up. Gift was perfect. Park rubbed his cock between his cheeks, letting it catch on Gift’s rim until Gift’s whines grew more persistent.

“Please…” he begged.

Park slapped his ass cheek, cock throbbing as he watched his handprint bloom on Gift’s skin. “You’ll take what I give you, ouen. Have you forgotten your first lesson already? Has hia already fucked his pretty baby stupid? Hmm? One orgasm and you forget all of the rules.”

Gift’s hands fisted in the comforter, a broken moan falling from his lips as he tried to push himself back on Park’s cock.

He tsked. “Are you that desperate?” Park taunted, pressing just past Gift’s rim then pulling out again. “You need my dick that much already? From virgin to needy slut in record time.”

Gift’s needy little cries were making Park crazy. He watched him reach between his legs, taking his leaking cock in hand. Park let him stroke himself two times before he spanked him again. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Gift’s sobbed desperately. “No, hia.”

“And yet there you are, trying to fuck your fist like you’re in charge. Are you in charge, ouen?”

Another choked sob fell from his lips. “No, hia.”

“That’s right. Hia doesn’t fuck needy little sluts who can’t do as they’re told.” Gift sniffled but said nothing. “Color, ouen?”

“So green,” Gift said, breathless. “But can you please, please fuck me now? I’ve been good.”

Park grinned. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Before Gift could argue, Park gave him what he wanted, driving into him, bottoming out in one hard thrust. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed home once again, watching Gift for any signs of pain. When Gift started to fuck himself on Park’s cock once more, he knew he was too deep into his sub space for Park to keep riling him up.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep praising him. “Fuck. Your pretty little hole just keeps sucking me deeper like it knows who you belong to.”

“You, hia. Please…I need more. I need to come.”

Park’s cock throbbed at his words. He gripped Gift’s hips tight enough to bruise then fucked him like he wanted, setting a brutal pace right from the start, fucking into the tight heat of Gift’s body hard enough that the boy would have fallen face first into the mattress if not for Park’s hands holding him in place.

Park stopped worrying about taking things too far. Gift was babbling Park’s name between sobs, rocking his hips back to meet every hard thrust, fingers clenching the fabric below. Park wasn’t going to last. That tell-tale heat was building low in his belly, pleasure pulsing with every stroke.

“P-Park,” Gift gasped, word catching on a hiccuping sob, before he recovered enough to start begging. “Hia. Hia please. Please can I-Oh, fuck. Please can I come? I’ve been good, right? I’m a good boy. I’ve been so good. Please. I need it. I did everything right.”

Fuck he was so perfect. “Yeah, baby. You can come. Come on hia’s cock. I want to feel it.” Park felt Gift start to jerk himself in time with his thrusts, needy sounds filling the room along with the slapping of skin and Park’s harsh breaths. “Come on, ouen. Touch yourself, make yourself feel good. You can do it. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Park was not going to last much longer. He was barely holding off as it was. Gift’s hole was heaven, fucking Gift was euphoric. He was every one of Park’s deepest, darkest fantasies and he was there, on his knees for Park, ass in the air, letting Park do and say whatever he wanted while he used him for his own pleasure.

Gift cried out, his body clenching around Park’s cock as he came. “Good boy. That’s my good boy,” he managed before his own release hit and his fingers bit into Gift’s skin, emptying himself inside the boy for the second time that night.

Park didn’t pull out, just collapsed his full weight onto Gift until the boy was flat beneath him, both of them sucking in much needed air.

After a minute, Gift giggled. “Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.” Park peppered kisses along Gift’s cheek, his temple, his sweaty hair. Whatever he could reach. “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough with you, was I, baby?”

“No, hia. You were perfect. It was perfect.”

Something unknotted behind Park’s ribs. “Good.”

“Was I…was I good?” Gift asked.

“You were so good for me,” Park assured him.

“What do we do now?” Gift asked.

Park frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what comes after this? Like…I love you and you love me so are we a couple? Do we tell people? Are we breaking some kind of rules? Oh, God. Do we have to tell my mom?”

“Can we not talk about your mom when I am still inside you?” Park groaned.

“Park,” Gift whined. “I’m serious. I’ve never been in a relationship before. I don’t want to do something wrong.”

“You won’t, ouen. There’s really no one way to be in a relationship. I imagine its going to be a lot like it was before we came to the watch.”

“Eating curry in our pajamas and watching k-dramas and Avenger movies?” Gift asked.

Park laughed. “Yes, but now with more sex. And we can cuddle on the couch instead of sitting awkwardly on opposite ends.”

“That sounds nice,” Gift said wistfully.

“It does,” Park agreed.