Yea ok ill write a second part.. was not thinking with my head for this one
Whitaker floats his way out to the carpark after his shift, drifting to stand by Parks car quietly. Its not the first time the med student has gone home with him and it probably wouldnt be the last as he stands idley by the car with his bag that had a change of clothes in it. He just started coming prepared to work when he was on his period because no matter how off schedule his cycle was Park seemed to always know exactly when it starts.
He was dragged out of throught by the car unlocking as park walked over "get in kid." He grunts as he chucks his own bag in the back seat. Then climbing into the drivers seat- whitaker glancimg around the carpark before scrambling into the car, he just likes to know that no one spots them leaving together.
Park glances at him as he pulls out of the carpark "you ever gonna just come find me when it starts or will i have to track you down everytime?" He reached a hand over to give his thigh a sharp squeeze
"Well- you know- its really busy in the ED like- all the time shark-" he mumbles and flushed as he looks at the hand that was still moving up his thigh "i-its hard to-" he took a shaky breath as parks hand got closer to his crotch "-s-step away to come see you-" he reachs to grab his hand when he felt his hand trying to undo the knot of his scrub pants "focus on driving-"
He just grunts a bit and lowers his hamd a little to just rub at dennis through his pants instead "youre no fun..". He couldnt help but let a small smirk rest on his face when dennis gasps and slumps in his chair, his hips rolling forwards into the pressure of parks hand.
Whitaker spends the rest of the drive liek this with Park rubbing at his clit through his scrub pants. They barely pull up in the drive way before both moving quickly inside- park shoving whitaker up the stairs "you know where i want you- get up there now" he grumbles.
Whitaker basically stumbles up the stairs and straight into parks room, moving to grab a towel to lay out on the bed befire he stared tuggig his clothes off. Park watching him from the door way and enjoying the blood mess he can see between the younger boys thighs. It took him a minute to walk over once whitaker sent on thr edge of the bed "you can lay on your back pup- i want to have a taste before i fuck you" he kneels down between his legs. The only time park the shark EVER looks soft is when hes between whitakers legs looking up at him.
Whitker flushes while he looks at him and spreads his legs a bit while he laided back "youre the only guy ive been with whos into this you know- really makes sense why youre called the shark" he mutters in a slightly teasing way but not by much because he knows Park doesnt like it when hes bratty or answers back.
Park just grumbles "well i like it so sit still and let me have my fun" he grabs whitakers thighs and drags him closer to the edge of the bed, reaching 2 finger to push inside of whitaker - while he pushed his tongue between his folds and uo to his clit, enjoying the taste of whitakers slick mixed with the blood. Already working him open with his fingers.
Whitaker gasps as his hips arched a bit "f-fuck!-" he moans softly- it always felt different when they did it on his period. It was like his insides where more sensative to everything but in a good way- it usually seems to help with his cramping as well, like his orgasms loosen up something deep inside him that help minimise the cramping.
It didnt take long under the pressure of 3 fingers curling deep inside him and Parks relantless tongue for him to crack under the pleasure. A hand darting down to grab at his hair , ruining the perfect slicked back look "nghh! Close- park-" he gasps and archs off the bed as he felt his nip at his clit.
Park pushed his fingers deeper and twisting them up into whitakers sweet spot while licking and sucking between his his folds while whitaker let out a final warning before his legs tried.to shut on parks head as he came over his tongue. Park nugding his legs back open before lifting his head up- his mouth and chin covered in blood amd his hair a mess "gonna tie you down next time brat- you move to much" he grumbles- curling his finger inside whitaker again "at least youre a good meal".
Whitaker whines and slumps back onnthe bed- legs still shaking a bit at all the feelings.