Park’s eyes flickered with an almost predatory sort of satisfaction, then he buried his face in Cooper’s ass. All rational thought stuttered to a stop. There was only wet heat dragging and pushing, massaging him loose, the gentle scrape of teeth that made him clench tight again, then the apologetic tongue coaxing him back open. Cycling ’round and ’round until Cooper was panting loudly, legs shaking, head hanging loose between his forearms which kept slipping farther and farther down the door. Cooper couldn’t bring himself to pull up and away.

Then, alongside Park’s tongue, Cooper felt the slow, demanding press of a finger entering him, tugging his rim, then curling down and stroking at the same time Park’s thumb pressed up into his taint.

Cooper’s feet slipped out from beneath him. Park caught him around the belly and eased him all the way to the floor with one guiding hand between his shoulder blades until Cooper’s cheek was pressed against the blessedly cold floor and his ass was up in the air.

“Good,” Park said. “Stay.” Cooper heard him stand, shuck his sweatpants, then circle him slowly. “Look at me, love.”

Cooper opened his eyes and looked up at Park without moving his head. Park was stroking himself lazily, staring down at him.

“You look very hard.” Park extended one bare foot under Cooper’s belly and gently nudged Cooper’s dick, which leaked at the small movement. “Are you aching?”

Cooper nodded as best he could, a little too overwhelmed with sensations to be verbal.

“I’m going to give you a choice. I can give you relief right now. Give you my hand, jerk you off hard and quick like you like it. Or if you wait a little bit longer while I get myself off first and stripe your pretty ass with my come, I’ll let you fuck my mouth.”

Cooper trembled, his eyes slipping closed, and felt Park nudge his dick again. “Tell me what you want,” Park said, gently but firmly.

“Mouth, please,” Cooper said roughly.

“Mmm. Put you in a bowtie and you’re all manners,” Park said, kneeling back down behind him, spreading Cooper’s legs until Park could slot his dick between his cheeks, gliding back and forth.

“Waist up you look entirely respectable.” He tapped the head insistently against Cooper’s hole, jerking himself off against him. His voice was getting grittier. “Waist down you’re presenting to me like a good little cock slut.”

Cooper moaned, pushing back, and felt heat splash across his ass, and then again, followed by the slow slide of it down his crack, his balls. Park made a small, wounded sound and seemed to gather what he could and push it insistently into Cooper’s hole, until it was all just too much and Cooper whined, pleading.