Park’s gaze flicked over his face, as if searching for something, then he leaned forward so that their noses were practically touching. Cooper’s eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of a kiss.

But the kiss didn’t come. He opened his eyes again and found Park studying every inch of him. Belatedly he remembered Park hadn’t seen him in the tux yet, or his shameful attempts at leveling up his grooming.

“You look very...sexy,” Park said, sounding almost surprised.

Cooper snorted despite himself. “Careful, any more incredulity and I’ll think you like me or something.”

Park shook his head. “I mean you look sexy in a different way than usual.” He ran his fingers up the starched shirt and tugged lightly at the collar. “Very...buttoned up and proper. Like an uptight little lord of the manor.”

Cooper felt his cheeks heat just a touch and he tugged self-consciously at his own jacket hem. “It doesn’t fit right,” he said.

“I noticed.” Park brushed his hand along the bottom of Cooper’s ass. “Borderline indecent,” he murmured, letting his fingers dip down the inside back of Cooper’s thighs.

When Cooper made a small, unintentional sound, Park kissed him quickly, but with a hint of possession. Cooper reached up, laying his hands flat on Park’s bare chest, pushed him away slightly, reluctantly.

“Wait. Just...tell me this isn’t about Neil,” he said, meeting Park’s eyes.

Park hesitated, cocking his head, giving the question genuine thought. “I don’t want you out of some jealous need to assert a claim on you,” he said slowly. “But I’d be lying if I said seeing you like this—put together and unfazed while he walks away frustrated and stinking of lust—doesn’t make me want to take you apart piece by piece right here and now.”

Cooper raised an eyebrow, feeling the starting prickles of arousal in his balls tighten and solidify into a pulsing want as Park continued.

“I’d also be lying if I said it doesn’t make me hard as stone knowing to everyone else you’re untouchable and in control while I can turn you into a shaking, dripping, begging mess.”

“Begging,” Cooper scoffed, or tried to. Unfortunately, it came out a little breathy.

“Yes,” Park said matter-of-factly, hands slowly, methodically starting to work open Cooper’s pants, giving him plenty of time to pull away again if he wanted to. “I’m going to play with you as long as I please.” He squeezed Cooper’s cock quickly through his briefs. “And by the time I decide I’m done, you’re going to be on the floor, ass in the air, begging like a whore.”

Cooper groaned, thrusting forward encouragingly, hoping to get Park’s hands back on his dick immediately, but instead found himself being suddenly spun around so he was facing the door.