Cooper slid off the counter and carefully scrubbed the towel over Park’s hair and then down over his skin. He kept his eyes lowered, focused on collecting all the stray water droplets. When he’d finished drying Park’s torso, Cooper eased to his knees and began to make his way up his legs, but could sense Park watching him, breathing slightly more audibly than before.
While working the towel in slow, circular movements on Park’s inner thigh, the back of Cooper’s hand brushed accidentally, then intentionally, against his balls. Park’s muscles flexed and clenched beneath his hands, but Cooper stayed “focused” on his task, moving his face close enough that he could feel his own breath bouncing back to him off Park’s skin.
When Park was mostly dry—and definitely hard—Cooper sat back on his heels, with the wet towel clenched in his own lap, and looked up at him from under his lashes, faux-shyly. “Will that be all? Or is there anything else I can do for you?”
Park reached down and grabbed Cooper’s chin, forcing his face up. He dragged his thumb across Cooper’s lips roughly, parting them, then easing off, studying Cooper’s face. Cooper stared back up at him and tried not to shift on the hard, uneven floor. He was too old for this. Actually, fuck that, at what age was kneeling on tiny tiles not painful?
Abruptly Park let go of his face. “Go into the bedroom,” he said.
Cooper gave him a look that meant he knew Park had noticed his discomfort and chosen knee health over what was shaping up to be a sexy bathroom blowjob and he did not approve, but Park just crossed his arms. “Don’t make me say it again,” he said.
Cooper stood awkwardly, hard in his shorts, and opened the door to leave. Park’s hand shot over his shoulder and shoved it closed again. Holding it like that, his arm blocked Cooper in, preventing him from turning to face Park in the cramped space.
“Your clothes are wet,” Park said evenly. “Leave them here.”
Hands trembling, Cooper carefully stripped, the movement occasionally bumping his body against Park’s. When he bent to pull his shorts down, Park’s other hand gripped his hip for a moment, steadying him, then pulled him back against his crotch twice in rapid succession. Cooper barely had time to choke back a groan before Park released him and patted his ass cheek.
“Go wait for me on the bed,” he said, taking his hand off the door.
Cooper stumbled into the bedroom and considered what to do. Behind him, he could hear Park tidying up the bathroom, cleaning spilled water on the floor and hanging the towel to dry right in the middle of kinky sex because he was ridiculous, fastidious and filthy, and Cooper never thought he could adore anyone as much he did this fucking man.
Quickly he yanked the comforter off, set some pillows up by the headboard to look as welcoming as possible and kneeled right by them at the top of the bed just as Park came in.
Park made an approving sound and lay down, back up against the pillows. “Mmm. Isn’t this more comfortable?” Park asked, stroking lazily up Cooper’s side that was just about even with his shoulder. “Now I get to use your pretty mouth and watch that ass bobbing in my face. Would you like that?” Park checked that Cooper was down with this plan.
“Yes,” Cooper said, a little breathlessly. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” In one fluid motion, Park wound his fingers through Cooper’s hair, tight to the scalp so it didn’t hurt, and dragged his head down between his legs. “Suck me,” he ordered.
Cooper gripped Park’s dick and greedily guided it into his mouth, working his tongue. Park’s hand remained on the back of his head and gently urged him up and down even as he resisted thrusting into Cooper’s throat. Balancing on his knees and one hand, Cooper took Park deeper, up and down, and arched his back toward Park in the same rhythm. He felt Park’s other hand grip his ass cheek, massage it, then tug him open and exposed.
Cooper groaned when Park spit on his hole a couple times and then began to rub his thumb firmly over the quivering flesh, relaxing the muscle there, getting him slick.
“Slacking on the job already?” Park asked, and Cooper realized he’d been doing nothing but breathe heavily with Park’s dick resting against his tongue for several moments. Too lost to the trickling electricity lighting the nerve ends along his taint to his balls to do anything but drool.
Dazedly he started blowing him again, and Park rewarded him dipping his thumb inside Cooper’s hole. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Greedy little thing. Sucking me right in, aren’t you?”
Cooper didn’t know whether he was referring to his mouth or ass, but hummed agreement and worked himself up to an almost frantic pace, stroking and sucking sloppily. Park let him—occasionally grunting and twitching his hips, his feet arching as he fought to stay still—before easing Cooper’s head off gently.
Cooper whimpered and Park shushed him soothingly. “It’s okay, come up here for me now so I can taste you.” He urged Cooper to straddle his chest backward, spread him open, and licked into him.
“Oliv—Oliver,” Cooper gasped against the crease of Park’s thigh, and squirmed away, curving his back in a vain attempt to hide himself. The sensation too much, too intense, too intimate. Park growled and tugged him back, one large hand pressing down on Cooper’s back, forcing him to arch and open.
“Can’t—I can’t—” What precisely he couldn’t do was unclear, even to Cooper. He couldn’t lasso his thoughts into working order? Couldn’t continue any semblance of a semi-decent blowjob while Park ate his ass out? Couldn’t remain fully grounded on this planet? The possibilities were endless.
Without thinking, Cooper began to rock backward against Park’s tongue desperately, dragging his own open mouth back and forth over the coarse hairs of Park’s thigh. When he felt two thick fingers press unrelentingly inside him, Cooper keened and bit down on Park’s flesh there.
Park’s whole body bucked, and if Cooper had been a smaller person, he might have been thrown off. As it was, he was disoriented and barely cognizant of being flipped onto his back in the bed, until he found himself there looking up at Park kneeling by his side. “That wasn’t nice,” Park scolded. “I ought to muzzle you.”
Cooper groaned and nodded. “Yes. Do it.”
Park carefully covered Cooper’s mouth with his palm and pushed down so that Cooper’s head felt pinned to the bed and he had to breathe through his nose. Park studied him for discomfort and Cooper gave him a quick thumbs-up.
“That’s better,” Park said, satisfied. “Now we won’t have any more accidents if I do this, will we?” His other hand reached down and started jacking Cooper off.
Cooper squirmed, crying out into Park’s palm. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open, but he also couldn’t bear to look away from Park’s gaze, focusing on him intently. A pleased, possessive expression on his face.