“Because it’s my turn to do whatever I want. And what I want is for you to wake up hard and wild and desperate for it when I finally work my dick all the way into your tight little hole. So far gone already that the only thing you can do is lie there and take it as I wrap my arms around your body, trap you against my chest, and grind deep and slow. Yes?”

“Yeah,” Cooper choked. “Fuck, Oliver. I need—”

“Touch yourself now.”

Cooper fumbled with the phone and managed to free himself, underwear pulled awkwardly down to his thighs. He cried out softly with relief when he gripped the shaft and heard Park’s answering groan and murmured encouragements to get the lube out and slick himself up. To watch himself in the mirror while he stroked. That was an unnecessary suggestion. Cooper was already watching, couldn’t look away. His reflection was absolutely wanton, sprawled half on the bench, half on the bed, wild-eyed and thrusting into his fist noisily, dripping over his fingers.

“I can hear you,” Park growled in his ear. “God, you sound good. I want to stay inside you all night. Let you keep my cock warm until I feel like fucking you again, and again, until you’re so full you—”

Cooper’s orgasm felt ripped out of him. He came on himself so suddenly and intensely that his leg kicked out and then got caught hovering in the air for the millisecond his nonessential muscles all froze and tightened as one before recoiling with a ferocity that knocked him on his back and forced his hips off the bench, as if trying to fuck the very sky itself.

Somewhere by his shoulder, where he’d dropped his phone, Park made a series of guttural sounds Cooper recognized well, and he knew Park was coming, too. He listened intently, still riding the aftershocks, and imagined the mess Park was probably making. Imagined how if he was there, Cooper might lick it up just to watch Park’s eyes flutter back again, maybe coax a little extra out.

Eventually, Cooper’s heartbeat slowed and the last sexual edge to his thoughts dulled to nothing. He drifted into a content blankness. Enjoyed the silence and stillness of his own mind while Park caught his breath and went through his own recovery process of murmuring Cooper’s name and some soft, silly affections.

Fortunately, Park was familiar with Cooper’s customary distancing postorgasm and didn’t push him to express tender truths or speak in full sentences at all. Just checked that he was okay, talked him through a basic cleanup, told him he’d see him tomorrow and said goodnight.

After hanging up, Cooper crawled into the bed and, thanks to Park, dropped off into a relaxed, easy sleep, completely wiped out.