The sight of him restricted by his clothes sloppily pushed to the side, blindfolded and sitting low on the couch, and the way he felt distractingly large inside Cooper with every circle of his hips made soft pleasure sharpen into a different need. Cooper began to ride him properly, with intent.

“God, you feel so good,” he gasped, bouncing in Park’s lap. “So deep.”

Park dug his head back against the couch cushions and whined, clearly struggling to keep still. “Cooper, my Cooper...” he groaned, mouth slack with pleasure.

Needing to see him, Cooper pulled the blindfold down without warning so that it hung around Park’s neck, and was momentarily taken aback by Park’s eyes, glowing gold and inhuman. Obviously startled too, Park stared at him for a millisecond before blinking hard, and suddenly his eyes were the same amaretto brown they usually were.

“Sorry,” he murmured quickly, but Cooper shook his head.

“It’s fine. Don’t be.” They’d stopped moving and just sort of sat there, in danger of losing the moment, despite the fact that Cooper was still stuffed full of Park. How strange to be tied together in the most physically intimate and vulnerable way and still be hiding parts of your body, your self.

“Can you...you can change them back. If you want,” Cooper said. “If that’s more comfortable for you.”

Park studied him cautiously, and Cooper was almost sure he wouldn’t do it. He had just enough time to feel disappointed and then wonder why he was disappointed when Park’s eyes changed again. This time without blinking, so Cooper could watch them brighten and expand, obliterating the whites, like clouds over the moon.

Cooper’s heart rate felt loud in his ears. He reached up slowly to cup Park’s face, thumb brushing the softest skin just below his dark bottom lashes. This close, his eyes looked a bit like gold flakes exploding out of a darker cloud of bronze that lined the pupil.

“How are you so beautiful,” he whispered, and tentatively rolled his hips.

Park’s eyes fluttered and he abruptly growled, ripping out of his tangled shirt with a flash of claws. Free, he grasped Cooper’s ass firmly, holding him in place on his dick as he stood. Cooper gasped and clung to Park’s back as he was picked up and turned around before being eased down on the couch. Flat on his back, legs bent and spread with Park positioned between them, pressing his thighs back, Cooper grabbed the blindfold hanging loose around Park’s neck.

“God, Oliver,” Cooper groaned, pulling gently but insistently on the black silk around Park’s neck. “Please.”

“Say it,” Park growled. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”