Park gripped one of Cooper’s hips, forcing him to be still, and then, after a moment’s hesitation, sharply nipped the back of his neck. “Ow!” Cooper said, though it didn’t hurt so much as send a pulse of Oh, that’s interesting straight through his balls. “Stop squirming like a tart when I can’t fuck you,” Park said, which really just made matters worse, and they wrestled a bit until, laughed out and lazy, Cooper collapsed over the railing again, Park still on his back, the big lug.
