The Bone Collector, page 31
“O-One,” Gift said, voice wobbly.
Park aimed the second strike for the exact same spot.
Gift yelped. “Two.”
Park landed three more blows right over the first two while Gift fell apart, cursing and whining, trying to get away from each subsequent blow.
He couldn’t seem to remember what number they were on. “Six?” he sobbed.
Park tsked. “Five, ouen. Just five. Maybe hia needs to start over.”
Gift’s responding wail was loud enough for Park to be grateful he didn’t have a secretary sitting outside his door. He ran a soothing hand over Gift’s sweaty back, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to the welts forming over his left ass cheek. “So pretty.”
“Please…”
“Please, what?” Park asked, voice filled with disinterest. “Do you want more?”
Gift fell silent. Park let him contemplate the question as he teased a dry finger over his hole. Gift moaned, pushing back on it.
Park slapped his other cheek, admiring his perfect handprint. “You take what you’re given.”
A choked sob fell from Gift’s lips. Park reached into his top drawer, pulling the lube from its hiding place way in the back. “What’s the matter, my needy little baby? Don’t want to play with hia anymore?”
This was hardly the first time Gift had wanted to play in Park’s office. It wasn’t even the first time this week. It turned out that Gift had an adventurous streak a mile wide; he wanted to be fucked in all kinds of creative places. Under the bleachers in the gym, in the middle of the Peregrine meeting hall. Park was convinced he had a list somewhere and they were slowly working their way through it.
“I-I need you,” Gift begged.
“Oh,” he asked, like this was new information to him. “Need me to, what?”
Gift whined but fell silent.
Park collapsed back in his desk chair. He pressed two fingers to Gift’s rim, applying just enough pressure to have the boy fidgeting. “I don’t think you really know what you want. My needy slut gets stupid when he’s horny, huh?”
Gift whimpered. “Yes, hia.”
Fuck, he looked hot like this, bent over for Park, completely at his mercy. “I think hia should make your decisions for you, don’t you?”
“Yes, hia.”
Park spread Gift open, fighting the urge to bury his face between his cheeks, instead spitting over his hole before using his dry thumb to push it inside. “I think my baby makes silly mistakes when he’s desperate and forgets who’s in charge, huh?”
Gift choked on a sob, pushing his hips back. “Yes, hia.”
Park kissed one greenish yellow bruise on his ass cheek, then sank his teeth into the other, biting until Gift yelped.
“Poor baby,” Park cooed, then soothed over the wounded flesh with his tongue. “Pretty,” he murmured. “My baby is so pretty with my marks all over him.”
And there were plenty. Finger-shaped bruises on Gift’s hips, teeth marks, scratches, even bruises Park had sucked into his skin as he ate him out. Gift was Park’s favorite meal and he tried to dine there frequently.
When Gift made another noise of complaint, Park realized he’d gotten lost in his thoughts. He wet those two fingers with lube, rubbing at his entrance. “What’s wrong, ouen?”
“Need it,” Gift whined.
Park pressed the tips of his fingers just past that tight ring of muscle, then stopped. “Need what?”
Another quiet sob. “I need you inside me.”
“Does my greedy little slut want to be full?” Park taunted.
“Please, hia,” Gift begged.
Park sighed. “I don’t know if you want it bad enough.”
“I do,” Gift swore.
“Okay, prove it. Show hia how badly you want to be filled up.”
Gift groaned, knowing what Park wanted. He pushed back on his fingers until they were buried to the hilt.
Park stifled a groan. “So tight, baby. I don’t think hia’s cock is gonna fit.”
Gift rolled his hips, fucking himself on Park’s fingers with abandon. “It’ll fit, hia. I promise. It’s okay if it hurts a little.”
Christ. Park slapped his ass with his other hand. “Convince me.”
Gift made a beleaguered little sound, spreading his legs a bit more so he could fuck back against his fingers harder. After a minute or two, Park added another, watching as Gift worked harder to accommodate the invasion.
Park’s cock throbbed in his pants as he watched his fingers disappear in Gift’s tight little hole. “That’s it. Open that slutty little hole for hia.”
Gift was crying for real, his voice choked with tears. “Please. Please, I’m ready. I can take it. Park, come on.”
Normally, Park would edge him for hours until he was so deep into sub space it took hours for him to come down. But that was only for home. “Okay, needy baby. Okay.”
He gently slid his fingers free, then stood, only bothering to push his clothes out of the way before slicking up his cock and burying himself in one hard thrust. Gift’s whole body bowed backwards with a moan. “Oh, God. Fuck, yes.”
Gift fucked himself on Park’s cock a couple times just like he had his fingers before Park slapped his ass. “Do you want hia to fuck you or not?”
“Then do it,” Gift snapped back.
Park snorted, delivering another hard smack before he gripped Gift’s hips and gave him what he asked for, setting a brutal pace. “This what my slutty little baby needed?”
“Yes,” Gift cried, fingers curving around the ends of Park’s tie around his wrists, bouncing off his lower back with every hard thrust. Park adjusted the angle and a raw moan fell from Gift’s lips, followed by a stream of babbling. “Oh, fuck. The angle is—Oh, fuck. Oh, my God. It’s perfect. It’s so perfect. Please. Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Can I come? Hia? Hia? Can I? I’m gonna. I don’t think I can stop.”
Gift made a sound like his soul left his body, his hole spasming tight enough around Park’s cock to drive him almost to the edge of his own orgasm. “Holy shit, did you…”
“Yeah,” Gift panted. “Wow. I didn’t… I didn’t even think that was something people could really do.”
Park groaned, grinding his hips against his ass. “Fuck, that’s so hot, ouen. I might even forgive you for coming without permission.”
Gift looked back at him. “Keep going. I need to feel you. Fill me up, please. Please.”
Fuck. Park buried his fingers in Gift’s hair, pulling him upright, biting the space between his neck and shoulder as he fucked him hard enough to drive him up onto his tiptoes. Gift’s head fell back on his shoulder, letting Park use him like a toy.
“You feel so good, ouen, so hot and wet inside. Fuck. Fuck.”
Gift whimpered, flinching from overstimulation every time Park drove into him. He shouldn’t have found that so hot but he did. He truly did. He let him fall forward, holding him by his tied wrists, just chasing his release. He was so close, and Gift felt so fucking good. With one final thrust, Park groaned, bending over Gift, filling him up as he panted against his back.
After a minute, he slipped free, using the wet wipes in his desk to clean them both up a little before releasing Gift’s wrists and massaging the feeling back into them. Once their clothes were back where they belonged, Park sat in the office chair again and pulled Gift into his arms once more, pressing kisses to his temple, his forehead, his hair.
Gift sighed contentedly.
“Did they really use you as bait, ouen?” Gift remained silent long enough for Park to deduce the answer. “Kla.”
Gift shrugged, looking at Park like he was a drag. “It was the smartest play, you know, tactically.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Gift gave Park an eye-roll that made him want to put him right back over his desk. “Well, that’s hardly logical. You were just mad that some mob guys almost did the same.”
Park’s temper flared. “They almost killed you?”
Gift waved a hand. “Hyperbole, hia. There was hardly even any gunfire.”
“Gunfire? What?” he snapped.
Gift yawned then tucked his head under Park’s chin. “Can we talk about this later, hia? I’m worn out.”
Park stared at him, exasperated. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Gift patted his cheek in a borderline condescending manner. “What are you making me for dinner, hia?”
Park continued to gape at him until he realized Gift considered the conversation over. He shook his head. “What do you want me to make you for dinner, ouen?”
Gift batted his lashes at him. “Ramyeon.”
“You have a gourmet chef at your disposal and you want ramen from a plastic baggie.”
Gift rolled his eyes like he could already taste it. “Mm. We can lie in bed and eat noodles and watch Extraordinary Attorney Woo.”
Park scoffed. “It’s my night to pick. We’re watching Vincenzo.”
“Oh, come on,” Gift whined. “I have to know if Woo Young and Joon-ho go on a date.”
“You just have a crush on Joon-ho,” Park said sulkily.
“No,” Gift said, drawing out the word like Park was ridiculous. “I have a crush on Vincenzo ‘cause he looks just like you. But Vincenzo is never going to reveal his true feelings to Cha-Young and I want some romance.”
Park sighed. “So, you’re only going to be happy with cheap ramyeon and Attorney Woo?”
Gift seemed to contemplate the question for a long time before saying, “I’ll be happy regardless, but if you let me watch Attorney Woo I’ll blow you in the shower and then sit on your face until you make me come.”
Park’s cock twitched. “Christ, you’re a fucking menace.”
“I know. So, is that a yes?”
“Do I ever say no to you?” Park countered.
“No, but I like hearing how whipped you are for me,” Gift countered, tone smug.
Park sighed. “What happened to that meek little mouse who used to only say ‘yes, hia, no hia?’”
Gift wiggled his ass in Park’s lap. “Is that what you want? You want me to pretend to be your little mouse? We can play that game if you want, hia. I didn’t know you had such a corruption kink.”
Park almost choked on his own spit. “I didn’t even know you knew such a thing existed.”
Gift gave him a look. “Just because I was a virgin when we met doesn’t mean I wasn’t horny. I fantasized about all the dirty things I wanted you to do to me for months. I watched so much disturbing porn that my laptop caught half a dozen viruses and I was starting to get carpal tunnel syndrome.”
“Gift,” Park said, his name a warning.
Gift giggled at Park’s scandalized expression. “What? It’s true.”
Park sighed. “Have I at least fulfilled all your dirty fantasies?”
“Oh, please, hia. We haven’t even cracked the top ten. I’m just easing you in.”
Park dug his fingers into Gift’s ribs until he squealed. “Easing me in, huh?”
“I didn’t want to scare you.” He cackled.
Park stopped his attack. “I’m hard to scare, ouen.”
Gift turned, eyes serious. “Does that mean you love me like this? Even if I’m not some meek innocent virgin?”
Park gave Gift a long, slow kiss. “I loved you as a meek innocent virgin. I love you as my needy little baby. I love you as my mouthy little brat. I love all of you. Every incarnation. In this life and in all the rest.”
Gift teared up but he quickly blinked them away. “I’ve loved you in every lifetime, too. I just know it.”
Park kissed his temple. “Let’s go home so I can defile my kitchen with your disgusting store bought ramyeon.”
“Okay, hia. Oh, don’t forget we have dinner with my mom tomorrow.”
They had dinner with Sukhon once a week. She was still skittish about the outside world. Her time in prison had definitely taken a toll on her mentally. She had a new name and a new life.
She lived on a little piece of property in the middle of nowhere just outside Vegas. She had three large dogs and a dozen surveillance cameras and satellite television that let her watch American television. She was slowly learning English, so Gift would download Thai television shows—mostly BLs—and they would watch together. She couldn’t hold a job, so Park and Gift’s parents helped cover what little bills she had. It was a small price to pay, all things considered.
“Did you let Payton know you wouldn’t be back at the dorm tonight?” Park asked as he locked his office.
“He was a little preoccupied getting bitched out by Boone,” Gift said, taking his hand. “I’ll text him later.”
“Isn’t he the one always bragging about having Boone wrapped around his little finger?”
“It’s called foreplay, hia. Payton loves pushing his buttons.”
Park dragged Gift behind him, then tugged until they were side by side and he could sling an arm over his shoulders. “I almost feel sorry for the poor bastard.”
“Almost?”
Park laughed, dragging Gift in for a kiss. “Yeah, almost.”
the end
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