PV Ch.8 Part 1

#8. The More the Merrier

Bomin, his body still damp from the shower and unconcerned with covering himself, approached Kim Seohun. Kim Seohun’s eyes darted around the room, unable to find a place to settle.

Bomin’s ankles, the color of ripe peaches, drew closer. They looked so delicious, Kim Seohun thought, that he could almost taste their sweetness. As he stared, mesmerized, a husky voice, deceptively youthful, washed over him.

“I’ve never slept with a Guide.”

It was true. Even in the novel, Bomin never slept with anyone aside from S-rank Espers.

Kim Seohun felt his heart hammering in his chest, threatening to burst out. As he slowly raised his gaze to meet Bomin’s, the sight of the other man’s naked body stole his breath away. 

A smattering of red love bites dotted Bomin’s smooth skin, some tinged with blue, like splashes of paint on a pristine white canvas. Kim Seohun’s gaze snagged on Bomin’s swollen n*pples and he swallowed involuntarily. He wondered if they tasted as sweet as his ankles looked, like ripe fruit bursting with juice.

“Have you slept with a Guide?”

“N-No…”

Bomin straddled Kim Seohun’s thighs, his legs parting slightly. Kim Seohun reached up to touch Bomin’s face, his own cheeks burning with a sudden rush of heat.

“Do you want to try it with me?”

Bomin’s eyes, usually bright and mischievous, were clouded with lust. Seohun, as if hypnotized by those alluring eyes, found himself nodding unconsciously.

“Ah…” 

In the blink of an eye, the world shifted. Kim Seohun’s back met the plush surface of a bed. Bomin’s unique scent, the one that always clung to him, seemed amplified, emanating from the sheets and permeating the air. 

Up close, Bomin’s face seemed even smaller, framed by thick, dark eyelashes. As Seohun stared, dumbstruck, Bomin’s tongue darted out, tracing the shape of his lips like he was knocking on a door, begging for entrance. A shiver ran down Kim Seohun’s spine.

Bomin’s tongue slipped past his lips, teasing and stroking. A dam broke within Kim Seohun, and a wave of heat flooded his body.

“Is this… your first kiss?” Bomin pulled away, his eyes open now, a curious hand tracing the line of Kim Seohun’s jaw.

Kim Seohun’s response was clumsy, his tongue meeting Bomin’s with an almost desperate eagerness. Up close, he could see the faintest hint of fuzz on Bomin’s cheeks.

“How old are you?”

“…Tw-Twenty.”

A year younger than Bomin, then. Not that age mattered to someone as experienced as Bomin. It was rare for someone Kim Seohun’s age to be so… inexperienced.

“You didn’t even kiss during guiding?”

“No. Just holding hands, or hugging…” 

An A-rank Guide, Kim Seohun mused. Of course Bomin would have avoided contact guiding. Bomin’s hand drifted down, toying with the bulge beneath the fabric of Kim Seohun’s pants.

“You’ve never done this before either?”

Was Kim Seohun embarrassed to admit his lack of experience? 

After a moment’s hesitation, Kim Seohun nodded, barely a flicker of movement. Bomin’s lips curved into a slow, seductive smile.

“Well then, I’ll be your first. For kissing, for s*x… Everything..”

He looked like a mischievous squirrel, but his words were anything but innocent. Bomin climbed off of Kim Seohun and settled on the bed, crossing his legs.

Bomin gently pulled Kim Seohun up, settling them both on the bed, face-to-face. He lightly tapped Kim Seohun’s cheek, his index finger brushing against the soft fuzz there.

“Are you sure you want to do it with me, even though it’s your first time? You know I’ve been with countless others, my body’s worn out from it all.” 

Shi Yu-hyeon was someone Bomin needed on his side, no matter what. But Kim Seohun? He was such an insignificant character in the novel, Bomin barely remembered if he even appeared. Bomin had no qualms about casual s*x, but the thought of taking Kim Seohun’s virginity unexpectedly pricked at his conscience. 

“Why… Why would you say it like that…?”

“Like what?”

“That you’re worn out…”

“Because it’s true.”

If Bomin listed all the insults he’d heard in his life, Kim Seohun would probably start crying. “Worn out” was practically a compliment in comparison.

“But… It must hurt you too, to say that about yourself…”

Bomin’s playful expression vanished. His dark eyes, usually sparkling with amusement, froze, fixated on Kim Seohun. A beat of silence stretched between them, then Bomin’s gaze sharpened, focusing once more. 

“I like s*x. There were times when I slept with multiple people in a day. Even at the same time.”

His life had been an endless cycle of seeking oblivion between the sheets. Bomin had offered his body up like a sacrifice, desperate to escape his own reality. 

“So, how could I not be worn out?”

Kim Seohun saw right through Bomin’s smile. He could feel the unspoken pain in those words, and he gently covered Bomin’s hand with his own. 

“No, you’re not.” 

Kim Seohun’s voice, usually hesitant and unsure, held a new firmness. Bomin looked at him, his expression unreadable, then closed his eyes and kissed him deeply.

This time, Kim Seohun was ready. He met Bomin’s tongue with his own, eager and demanding. His hands roamed, mapping the smooth planes of Bomin’s shoulders, his lower back, fingertips trembling with a newfound confidence. 

“Ah, mmm…”

Unlike before, Bomin was the one lying on his back. He watched, a lazy smile playing on his lips, as Kim Seohun hovered above him, kissing him with a frantic intensity. He reached out and tugged at Kim Seohun’s clothes. 

Kim Seohun’s Guide uniform jacket fell to the floor, followed by the white T-shirt underneath. Bomin’s eyebrows shot up.

Guides rarely focused on physical training. Some did it for stamina, but most treated exercise as a mere hobby.

Despite his youthful face, Kim Seohun had a surprisingly well-defined physique, broad shoulders tapering down to a sculpted abdomen. Bomin traced a fingertip across Kim Seohun’s tanned skin, a jolt of electricity shooting through him at the contact. He was already getting hard.

“Haa… W-Wait…”

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

“It’s not that…”

Bomin took Kim Seohun’s n*pples, still untouched and sensitive, between his thumb and forefinger, gently rolling them. Kim Seohun pulled back with a gasp, the silver thread of their connection snapping with a soft pop, staining their lips with a faint, shimmering residue. 

“T-That’s weird…”

Flustered, Kim Seohun clutched at Bomin’s shoulders, shaking his head, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and confusion. Tears welled up in his eyes. 

“Ahh…”

Bomin leaned in, drawing Kim Seohun’s stiff n*pple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. He teased and s*cked, one hand moving down to massage Kim Seohun’s other n*pple. 

“Feels good, right?”

“Yes…”

Bomin’s mouth moved between Kim Seohun’s n*pples, s*cking, licking, nipping lightly. Seohun, despite his initial shyness, leaned into the touch, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Haa… Ah… Feels so good…”

The sound of a belt buckle unfastening cut through the air. Bomin pushed down Kim Seohun’s pants and underwear, revealing his erection, slick with prec*m. 

“Wow, you’re big. Doesn’t it feel heavy, with a body like yours?”

Bomin had always believed his own size was average, assuming the other Espers he’d been with were simply abnormally large. But Kim Seohun… Kim Seohun was on another level entirely.

“N-No…”

Bomin reached out, taking Kim Seohun’s length in hand. Kim Seohun is in a breath, biting down on his lower lip, harder than when Bomin touched his chest. He started with one hand, but as Kim Seohun grew even harder, Bomin switched to two, stroking up and down. He felt Kim Seohun’s tip bumping against his own erection, brushing against his ribcage. 

Kim Seohun, who had been holding himself up above Bomin, arms shaking with the effort, let out a choked groan.

“Haa… ah…“

“Has it been a while since you came? You’re really pent up.” 

Kim Seohun couldn’t hold back any longer. With a shuddering gasp, he spilled onto Bomin’s stomach, a surprising amount of semen coating his abdomen. 

Bomin stared at his hand, now coated in Kim Seohun’s release. He brought his fingers to his mouth, slowly licking them clean.

“What… What are you doing?” 

“Just tasting it. I was curious if Guide c*m tasted different.”

“…You’re so dirty.”

Kim Seohun had imagined this scenario countless times, picturing himself stripping Bomin, kissing him, touching him everywhere. But reality was proving to be far more intoxicating than any fantasy. He looked down at Bomin, his face flushed, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

He leaned down, pressing his body against Bomin’s, seeking comfort in the afterglow of his release. He kissed Bomin deeply, mimicking the way Bomin had kissed him earlier, his tongue exploring Bomin’s mouth.

The taste of semen lingered, but it wasn’t unpleasant, tempered by the sweetness of Bomin’s own saliva. The taste, combined with the feel of Bomin beneath him, sent a fresh wave of arousal through him, his erection already beginning to harden again. 

They stayed like that for a long moment, lost in the kiss. Slowly, Kim Seohun’s movements became more confident, his tongue learning to dance with Bomin’s.

“Put it in… now…” 

Bomin tilted his head back, meeting Kim Seohun’s gaze. He reached down, taking Kim Seohun’s erection in hand and stroking him rhythmically as he continued to kiss him. 

“Is this your first time doing it by the book?”

Kim Seohun looked so earnest, like a general preparing for a crucial battle. Bomin couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in his chest. 

Kim Seohun’s cheeks flushed at the sound of his laughter. He wanted to take the lead, to be smooth and confident, but right now, he felt like he was fumbling in the dark.

“You’re so cute.” 

Thankfully, Bomin didn’t seem upset. He spread his legs wider, giving Seohun better access.

“Where’s the lube?” 

Kim Seohun scanned the room frantically. He’d heard lube was essential for men. They had his c*m, sure, but that wouldn’t last long. And he couldn’t exactly c*m again already.

“Check the nightstand drawer.”

Bomin pointed, amused by Kim Seohun’s by-the-book approach to s*x. Kim Seohun found the lube and squeezed a generous amount into his hand, rubbing his palms together to warm it up.

“Are you doing it just like they taught you?” 

Kim Seohun’s face burned even brighter. He wanted to be smooth and experienced, but Bomin’s amusement made him feel clumsy and unsure. He glanced down at Bomin’s entrance, his brow furrowing.

“…Is it supposed to go in there?”

He knew how s*x worked, of course he did. But the entrance he was looking at seemed impossibly small, nothing like the ones he’d seen in educational videos. It was pale and delicate, a stark contrast to Bomin’s confident demeanor. 

“It won’t fit…”

It looked like it would barely accommodate a finger, let alone anything else. 

“It will. Don’t worry.” 

Bomin found Kim Seohun’s concern endearing. The contrast between his serious expression and the insistent throbbing between his legs was almost comical. He reached up, trailing a finger across Kim Seohun’s earlobe. 

Kim Seohun’s eyes glazed over as he looked at Bomin’s pale pink c*ck and the inviting entrance beneath it.

“…It’s hairless. So smooth..”

“Less talking, more doing.”

Bomin tried to hide it, but his lack of body hair was a bit of a sore spot. He bucked his hips impatiently, his half-hard c*ck bobbing in response. 

“Okay, here I go.” 

Kim Seohun took a deep breath and gently pushed his lube-coated index finger into Bomin’s entrance. He met with almost no resistance as his finger slipped deeper, swallowed by the warm heat.

“So warm…”

Kim Seohun swirled his finger around, cheeks flushed, like a child discovering a new texture for the first time.