“Oliver,” Cooper murmured, reaching down to squeeze Park’s hard cock through his pants. “I need you.”

Park groaned, pulling back. “We’re almost home. I’ll—”

“No,” Cooper said. “Please. Here. I don’t—”

How could he explain the urgency, the desperation he felt? The intense, unexpected joy of the rings just on the heels of the violating horror of seeing the photos of him, Park, their home? The need to feel in control of his own body. The need to do exactly what he would have done on any other day, without a second thought, without shame.

“I don’t want to wait” was all Cooper could say. “You’ll hear if someone’s coming.” He bit Park’s ear lightly and squeezed him again, feeling the solid heft of him, the way he twitched in Cooper’s hand. “Please let me make you feel good. Let me thank you for my pretty present.”

Park exhaled shakily and undid his own pants, pulling them down to reveal his dick bulging in the confines of his boxers. “All right, get your mouth open.”

Cooper groaned and immediately slid down to start sucking on Park through the fabric, getting it so wet that soon he could trace the ridges and lines of him with his tongue. Eventually, Park wound his fingers in Cooper’s hair and pulled him away while his other hand worked his underwear down and let his dick spring free.

Cooper strained toward it, but Park held him back. “You’ve got to earn it first,” Park said.

He made Cooper watch while he started to stroke himself, squeeze, brush his thumb over the tip, collecting any drip. Then Park held the thumb to Cooper’s lips and let him lick it clean, before abruptly pulling Cooper all the way up to his mouth for a kiss so he could taste himself.

Cooper reached between them to take over where Park had left off. Jacking him off slow and teasing until Park couldn’t focus on kissing anymore. His head fell back against the headrest, and Cooper just watched the play of pleasure on his face when he twisted his hand here or swiped his thumb there until Park was thrusting up into his fist.

“When we get home,” Cooper murmured, speeding up his strokes, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that ring pressed against my back while you bend me over and make me take you.”

Park’s hand tightened in Cooper’s hair.

“I want you to make me wait on my knees on the floor by your feet until you’re ready to have me again.”