“Oliver,” Cooper whispered with longing, reverence. This was as close to prayer as he got. “Oliver, I—” Park’s gaze flicked up to meet his and he looked...wonderstruck. Like the sight of his ring, proud and bright on Cooper’s finger, was astonishing. Like the sound of his name quivering and cracked in half with Cooper’s need was precious. Park reached to cup his face in his palm, thumb tracing over swollen lips, then trailed down Cooper’s body to cover the hand wrapped around his dick with his own. Park leaned closer, murmuring, “Mine,” and Cooper came. Arching into their tangled hands,
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