Slowly, Park eased Cooper’s pants and briefs down, encouraging him to step out of them entirely, and then took his jacket off for him. When Cooper’s hands started for his shirt, Park grabbed his wrists and pulled them away.

“No. Leave it on,” he said roughly.

“Why?” Cooper asked, surprised, wrists flexing in Park’s unforgiving grip. No pain, but no give either.

“I like it. My uptight lord with his fancy, pretty clothes caught with his pants down and his cheeks just peeking out. Hoping to get caught, wanting me to see.”

As he spoke, Park lifted Cooper’s hands and placed them against the door. “So go ahead. I caught you. Show off your cute little ass for me.”

Cooper did, arching his back. The tails of his shirt covered him, but Park ran teasing fingers just under the hem. It tickled slightly, and he couldn’t help spreading his legs and arching farther. He was still wearing his dress socks and his feet slipped unsteadily on the floor, so he let his forearms rest on the door instead.

In reward, Park’s hands got a little rougher, massaging the cheeks, pulling them apart, until finally he tugged Cooper’s shirt up, completely exposing him to the air. Cooper let out an embarrassing whimper, clenching shyly, feeling that initial moment of vulnerability. Park groaned softly and then slapped his ass with his palm. Cooper gasped, jerking forward.

“Don’t hide from me,” Park said, smoothing over Cooper’s ass cheek with the flat of his hand, and then slapped the same spot once, twice more.

Cooper whined and shifted in place, trying very hard to relax. He looked over his shoulder to see Park examining him very intently before abruptly bending to kiss where he’d spanked. His lips felt oddly cool against the heated flesh, and Cooper exhaled shakily at the soothing sensation.

Park kissed him again, this time more open-mouthed, sucking and nibbling the same spot of tender skin until Cooper was positive there would be a mark.

As if sensing he was being watched, Park’s gaze shot up to meet Cooper’s. He held eye contact for a long moment. Then lowered himself to his knees, one at a time, and thumbed Cooper open. Park’s lips parted slightly, eyes flaring gold. Cooper could feel the heat of his breath on his hole, and compulsively twitched, aching, desperate to be touched.

“Please,” Cooper whispered, straining back toward him. “Oliver, please.”