Park snarled, hand tightening in Cooper’s hair, and pulled his head down. He went eagerly, freeing his own dick as he went. He sucked Park off sloppily, groaning and whimpering and choking—the obscene sounds extra loud in the closed space of the car. Park’s hand was just resting lightly on his head, so Cooper reached up and pushed it suggestively. Park caught his wrist and rubbed at the wedding ring, as if surprised to see it. Then, still clutching Cooper’s fingers, he used the heel of his hand to push Cooper all the way down and hold him there as he thrust a couple of times and then started to come in his throat.

Cooper jerked instinctively, the panicked flare of not being able to breathe that disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by a throbbing arousal, before Park yanked him back off and finished on his tongue.

They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily, until Park eased him back into his own seat. Cooper just sat there with his arms limp by his sides, chest still heaving, dick straining painfully up toward his belly.

Park took it all in, then said, “Touch yourself.” Cooper obediently reached for his cock, but Park stopped him. “No. The other one.”

Cooper froze, then tentatively switched to his non-dominant hand. It felt strange, of course, but the way Park’s eyes flared as he watched Cooper’s ringed finger stroke up and down his hard, heated flesh more than made up for it. Paired with the well-used feeling in his throat and the taste of Park on his lips, he soon found himself teetering on the agonizing, aching edge, clumsy grip be damned. “Oliver,” Cooper whispered with longing, reverence. This was as close to prayer as he got. “Oliver, I—”

Park’s gaze flicked up to meet his and he looked...wonderstruck. Like the sight of his ring, proud and bright on Cooper’s finger, was astonishing. Like the sound of his name quivering and cracked in half with Cooper’s need was precious. Park reached to cup his face in his palm, thumb tracing over swollen lips, then trailed down Cooper’s body to cover the hand wrapped around his dick with his own.

Park leaned closer, murmuring, “Mine,” and Cooper came. Arching into their tangled hands, feeling both released and bound tighter to Park than he ever had before.

When Cooper’s high faded, he focused on Park, who smiled softly. “I think perhaps I’m beginning to see the appeal of these after all,” he said, rolling the ring on Cooper’s finger.

“Mmm, just wait ’til I teach you the joys of themed anniversaries. Year three is going to knock your socks off,” Cooper said, and Park laughed.