Park started to roll Cooper onto his back, but one brush of floor against the forgotten bump on the back his head had Cooper crying out and jerking back to his hands and knees.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Park said, kissing his temple apologetically. “Here.”

He lay on his own back and urged Cooper’s leg over so that he was straddling Park’s head. “Fuck my face.” He guided Cooper’s dick to his lips and licked the tip greedily. “Use my mouth. Use me. Use—”

Cooper reached down to carefully grip a handful of Park’s hair and, with his good hand against the door to support himself, finally, finally pushed his cock in.

His whole body convulsed with the relief and his vision went momentarily fuzzy, unfocused. Cooper just froze there for a second, letting Park suckle him, before he felt one hand come up to grip his ass.

Park tugged, urging him to thrust, so Cooper did. Holding Park’s head in place, he humped his face carefully, feeling the tight, wet grip and give of his mouth. He didn’t stand a chance of lasting. He’d been strung along the edge too long and Park felt too good.

“I’m—” He tried to pull back, but Park dragged him back down, urging him farther, deeper, tilting his head to open his throat.

Cooper’s orgasm didn’t hit him so much as he hit it at a running tackle. He felt it sweep through his body like a wildfire of paradoxes. He was the most powerful creature on earth; he was utterly defenseless in the grasp of his own pleasure. He was flayed open and terrifyingly vulnerable; nothing could ever hurt him again.

Soon, the flood of hormones receded like the tide, and Cooper pulled out, fascinated by the stretch of spit and come that tied him to Park’s lower lip like a thread of fate, until it collapsed. Park coughed beneath him, and slight tears escaped the corners of his eyes. Despite this, he seemed reluctant for Cooper to dismount, clutching at his legs.

“Just for a minute,” Park whispered, voice a gravel of glass. “Just—hold me down for a minute. Please.”

Cooper thumbed a tear away, slid down and positioned himself lying on top of Park, so that the full weight of Cooper’s body covered his. He held Park’s wrists, one in each hand, pressing them firmly to the floor by Park’s head, then tucked his face into Park’s neck. Cooper dragged his mouth and teeth across the skin there in the rough draft of a kiss and felt Park’s body go utterly lax beneath his.

“You are my favorite part of living,” Cooper whispered. “I’d do anything for you.” It was a confession more than anything else. Not necessarily something he thought was right or took pride in, but dug from the deepest and most private part of his mind, unsightly and true.