Cooper scrambled up to standing, torn between arousal and something with a darker edge. This time he genuinely tried—circling Park, dodging his reach, darting forward and back. Sight wasn’t the advantage he’d hoped for, but there were other things he did have on his side. One, he was very twisty. Two, Park would never hurt him or let him hurt himself. Three, he had a pretty good idea based on the last two attempts what Park was going to try to do.

He lasted twice as long before Park caught him around the waist and tugged him close. But having anticipated this, Cooper was already shooting his hand up between them to grab the back of Park’s neck.

“Got you,” Cooper said.

Park went strangely motionless, not even breathing, the wolf of him docile and submissive to the dominating touch at his nape. Cooper knew instinctively he could claim his prize—the mystery item that had started all this—and Park still wouldn’t move or protest.

Instead, Cooper leaned in and nudged Park’s nose with his own. “Kiss?” he asked softly.

Park’s arms immediately came up around him and pulled their mouths together, one hand fisting into Cooper’s hair, the other cupping his ass and pulling him firmly closer and closer until Cooper had to break away with a gasp.

Without pause, the hand in his hair tilted his head back and Park just continued kissing across his jaw, behind his ear for a toe-curling moment, and then down his throat. Cooper shoved his hands between their bodies and fumbled Park’s belt off and his pants open just enough to yank everything down his thighs, freeing his cock.

When Cooper grasped it, hot and hard in his hand, Park bit down on the flesh between his neck and shoulder, groaning. Cooper only stroked him once, twice, before shoving Park away firmly. Pants caught halfway down his legs, Park toppled backward and landed with an oomph on the couch, blindfold still in place.

“You should bend your knees,” Cooper teased.

“After you,” Park countered, and Cooper complied, lowering himself to the floor at Park’s feet and immediately burying his face between his legs.

He nuzzled the base of Park’s cock, inhaling the comfortingly familiar scent, then gently began to mouth his balls. Park shuddered, and both of his hands came down on Cooper’s head, petting his hair, reverently at first, then gripping tight when Cooper made his way up and started to suck Park’s dick instead.

Cooper let it happen for a bit, working him farther and farther down his throat with Park’s encouragement. But when his hips started to twitch, Cooper pulled off. A reluctant little sigh-turned-whimper escaped Park’s mouth, and Cooper smiled. It was funny how such a simple sound could make him feel almost decadently desirable.