PV Ch.8 Part 2

“Ahh… One more, please.”

One finger wasn’t enough. Bomin’s eyes fluttered open, a playful glint in them.

“…It really does fit.” 

Even Kim Seohun’s middle finger, the longest one, slid in with ease. Goosebumps erupted on the back of his neck as he felt the way Bomin’s walls clenched around his fingers. It felt amazing, even with just his fingers. The thought of his c*ck being buried in that tight, wet heat made his breath hitch.

“O-Okay, one more.”

Anticipation laced his voice as he added his ring finger, filling Bomin to the fullest. He was worried for a moment that it might be too much, but Bomin just blinked slowly, a flicker of discomfort in his eyes quickly replaced by something darker. 

Even that slight grimace was doing things to Kim Seohun. His mouth felt dry as the sounds of their bodies brushing together filled the small space. Lube glistened invitingly on Bomin’s stretched entrance. Kim Seohun couldn’t resist. He leaned down, his tongue swirling around Bomin’s puckered hole.

“Nnn, Ahh… That tickles…”

He even darted his tongue out to tease Bomin’s balls. Bomin’s back arched. 

“No more fingers… Put it in… Please?”

His eyes, bright with unshed tears, pleaded with Kim Seohun. Kim Seohun pulled his fingers out with a soft pop and lined his tip up with Bomin’s waiting entrance. 

“Ah…”

He sank into Bomin’s heat, the sensation so surreal he had to check. He played a hand over Bomin’s lower abdomen, feeling the unmistakable bulge of his own c*ck beneath the thin layer of skin. Bomin whimpered, his hips twitching as Kim Seohun shifted inside him. 

“A-Ah… Don’t… Don’t move…”

Kim Seohun braced Bomin’s legs with his arms, leaning down to capture Bomin’s face between his hands. 

“You’re so… incredibly beautiful.”

Why had he wasted time hating Bomin, envying him? How could he have ever thought of Bomin as anything less than breathtaking? He wanted to slap his past self for being so blind. 

“Don’t just… Move.”

Bomin tugged at Kim Seohun’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips brushed against Seohun’s jaw. 

“Please…” 

Kim Seohun felt Bomin’s walls twitching around him, a delicious clench that sent a jolt of pleasure through him. Bomin was ready for this, eager for it.

“Mmm… Yes…”

Kim Seohun closed his eyes, surrendering to the feeling. He started moving, pulling back slowly before sinking back in, each thrust eliciting a gasp or moan from Bomin. 

Bomin’s voice was hoarse, wrecked with pleasure, and Kim Seohun wanted to hear him scream until he lost his voice entirely. 

“Haa… Right there… Keep pressing there…”

Bomin’s legs wrapped around Kim Seohun’s waist, urging him forward. He was desperate for friction against that one spot, a spot Kim Seohun couldn’t quite seem to hit with his straightforward thrusts.

“Here?”

“Yes, Ahh… Right there… Haa…” 

Kim Seohun was a diligent student, eager to please his teacher. He focused on the spot, his thrusts becoming more insistent. Bomin’s moans grew louder, his head thrashing back and forth against the sheets. 

Kim Seohun’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming frantic. Bomin’s legs tightened around him, his toes curling as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. 

Kim Seohun’s hands were shaking, his grip on Bomin’s hips almost bruising, but his thrusts were relentless. He leaned down, capturing Bomin’s lips in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“So good…”

This was what Bomin loved. No risk of accidental guiding, no need for control. Kim Seohun’s body was surprisingly strong, his c*ck was a perfect fit. He wasn’t doing anything special, just giving Bomin exactly what he craved, hitting all the right spots. It was perfect. 

Heat coiled in Bomin’s gut, building toward a blinding release. His throat ached, raw from overuse, begging for a break, but all he could do was cry out Kim Seohun’s name. 

“It’s so tight… But it stretches for me every time. It’s amazing.”

“Nnn, Haa…”

Kim Seohun met Bomin’s eyes, his words laced with genuine wonder. He didn’t seem to notice, or care, that he was driving Bomin insane with his relentless thrusts. 

“I don’t think it’s just s*x… Being with you… It feels different…”

His voice dropped to a whisper, the words barely audible. Kim Seohun wasn’t sure if Bomin heard him, but it felt good to finally admit it, to release the words he’d been holding inside for so long. 

“Haa… Ah… Harder…”

Bomin’s words were a gasp, a plea. He was on the verge, a hair’s breadth away. He needed more, just a little push to send him over. 

“I know, I know…”

Kim Seohun silenced him with a kiss, his lips moving against Bomin’s. He thrust deep, burying himself completely. 

“Ah… Haaa!” 

Bomin’s eyes fluttered closed as pleasure ripped through him. Tears escaped, trailing down his cheeks. He felt a familiar wetness between his legs as his own cl*max hit, a pale sheen against his skin. 

His balls ached, emptied too quickly. He was still coming down from his high when he felt Kim Seohun stiffen above him, his c*ck swelling even larger as he spilled into Bomin. He couldn’t hold back a whimper as Kim Seohun’s c*ck throbbed inside him, his release so thick and hot it felt like he was being filled to the brim. 

“I think you might be pregnant.”

“Shut… Shut up…” 

Kim Seohun was right. Bomin swore he could feel the weight of his c*m, a heavy, pleasant pressure against his lower abdomen. Kim Seohun pressed his hand against Bomin’s stomach, as if to confirm his suspicions. Bomin shuddered as a mixture of lube and c*m seeped out, trailing down his inner thigh. 

“Stop it…”

Kim Seohun chuckled, finally slowing his movements. He pulled out, and Bomin watched as a mixture of lube and c*m dribbled out of him, staining the sheets. 

The friction of their coupling had left Bomin’s entrance a darker shade of pink. Kim Seohun felt a surge of conflicting emotions: pride, guilt, and a possessiveness he hadn’t expected. He gently lifted Bomin, carrying him bridal style toward the bathroom. 

“Hey…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m starving.”

He’d passed out from his last round of s*x with Won Seongwoo, and now, barely awake, he’d just had another go with Kim Seohun. He hadn’t eaten anything since… well, he couldn’t even remember. He could practically hear his stomach growling. He was running on fumes. 

“Sorry, let me wash up and I’ll grab something. Or do you want to go out?”

“Just… bring something back…”

“Alright.”

Bomin closed his eyes, leaning against Kim Seohun’s chest. Kim Seohun carefully set him down on the bathroom rug and turned on the shower, stepping under the spray. 

“No bathtub…”

He’d filled Bomin with so much c*m, he’d need to clean up. He racked his brain for the least embarrassing way to help Bomin clean up but came up blank. 

“Just put me down… I’ll take care of it.”

Bomin was used to cleaning himself up. He nudged Kim Seohun’s shoulder, and Kim Seohun hesitantly obliged, lowering him to the floor. Bomin leaned against the wall for support, but his legs were still shaky. Kim Seohun, ever the gentleman, wrapped an arm around Bomin’s waist, holding him steady. Their c*cks brushed against each other under the spray of water, a silent promise of things to come. 

“I… I don’t think I can go again…”

Bomin’s c*ck was still soft, but the sight and feel of him was enough to send Kim Seohun’s own erection back to attention. 

“I’m sorry,” Kim Seohun mumbled, his cheeks flushing. 

“Don’t be.” 

Bomin chuckled, trailing a hand down Kim Seohun’s back. His fingers dipped lower, slipping between Kim Seohun’s b*tt cheeks. 

“Haa…” 

Kim Seohun gasped, arching into the touch. His entrance was still sensitive, and Bomin’s fingers were relentless. He would have collapsed if Kim Seohun hadn’t been holding him up. 

“Does it hurt?” 

Kim Seohun looked genuinely concerned, his gaze fixed on the marks blooming on Bomin’s skin. They were impossible to miss under the bright bathroom light, a testament to Kim Seohun’s enthusiasm. Bomin’s neck and sides were littered with them, some a delicate pink, others already darkening to a deep red. 

“Not really. Why the long face?”

Bomin pulled away, his lips curving into a smile. He leaned up, catching Kim Seohun’s lower lip between his teeth, a playful nip.

“I really liked having s*x with you. I’m just… haven’t been eating properly, that’s all. I’m not usually this worn out.”

Their lips met, a wet, messy kiss fueled by the spray of the shower. 

“I-I liked it too. My heart hasn’t stopped racing since…” 

Kim Seohun’s blush deepened, his embarrassment endearing.

Bomin had to admit, he was rather smitten. Kim Seohun was handsome, with a surprisingly large c*ck and an endearingly shy streak. And the way he wore his heart on his sleeve… it was refreshing. 

“So, wanna do it again sometime?”

“Is it… Is it okay?” 

Kim Seohun looked so surprised, like he couldn’t believe Bomin would want to touch him again. Bomin laughed, the sound echoing in the small bathroom.

He was still fingering Kim Seohun, and the movement of his stomach muscles against Kim Seohun’s hand sent a jolt of pleasure through him. It didn’t help that Kim Seohun was hard again, his c*ck pressing against Bomin’s lower abdomen.

“Yes, you idiot. In fact… how about right now?” 

He nodded toward his erection. Kim Seohun’s hand trembled slightly as he reached out, taking both their c*cks in hand. 

“Haa…“

Bomin sighed, enjoying the pressure. He watched Kim Seohun through hooded eyes, a low moan escaping his lips as Kim Seohun stroked them. Water sluiced over their faces as they kissed, their tongues tangling. 

“I feel so good already.”

Kim Seohun had already experienced the wonder of Bomin’s body, and he was more than ready for round two. He wanted to push Bomin against the wall, to bury himself deep inside him, but… Bomin was clearly exhausted. Even now, his slender frame trembled with fatigue.

“Me too.” 

Bomin leaned forward, resting his forehead against Kim Seohun’s shoulder. He braced himself against Kim Seohun’s chest, letting him take control. Kim Seohun’s hand was warm and sure, using the water as lubrication as he stroked their c*cks together. 

He even started pressing on Kim Seohun’s perineum, a surprisingly skilled move for someone who supposedly just had his first time.

Bomin was impatient, desperate to come again. He was mostly cleaned up now, most of the c*m flushed away. He rocked his hips against Kim Seohun’s hand, desperate for friction. 

“Can’t… reach…”

Kkm Seohun wasn’t touching the right spot. It was driving him crazy. He thrashed against Kim Seohun’s hand, his movements becoming frantic. 

As he was about to pull away and tell Kim Seohun to just f*ck him already, Kim Seohun silenced him with a kiss. He kept stroking them with one hand, the other reaching up to tease his sensitive n*pples. 

“Haa… Ahh…”

“You’re too sensitive right now… It’ll hurt if I go in.” 

Kim Seohun pulled away, his thumb gently stroking Bomin’s cheek. Bomin’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust, his wet lashes brushing against his cheeks. 

“Okay…” 

He closed his eyes again, leaning into Kim Seohun’s touch. He was lost in the sensations, the pleasure building and building with each passing moment. 

“Ah… Haa…“

His cl*max hit first, a strangled cry escaping his lips. He felt Kim Seohun shudder above him a moment later, the feeling of Kim Seohun’s release a familiar warmth against his skin. 

“Just relax,” Kim Seohun murmured, holding Bomin close as his body trembled with the aftershocks of his org*sm. He reached for the body wash, squirting a generous amount onto a washcloth. 

Bomin was half-asleep, content to let Kim Seohun take care of him. He drifted in and out of consciousness, lulled by the feeling of Kim Seohun’s hands on his body. 

“Mmm…“

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

Kim Seohun carefully laid Bomin down on the bed, fresh sheets crisp beneath him. He tugged on his clothes, throwing a quick glance back at Bomin before leaving the room. 

The moment the door clicked shut, Bomin’s eyes flew open. 

“Well, well. Talk about an unexpected catch.”

He hadn’t expected much when he’d started undressing Kim Seohun. Just a quick fling, a way to pass the time. He certainly hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much. It was refreshing to be with someone who looked at him with such undisguised adoration, whose every touch was filled with reverence. 

It was the most genuine affection he’d received from anyone other than Shi Yu-hyeon.

“Who knew someone with such a cute face could have such a monster c*ck?”

He buried his face in the pillow, a slow smile spreading across his lips. Kim Seohun might have been the main attraction, but Bomin couldn’t deny the appeal of his size. He snuggled into the sheets, his stomach rumbling impatiently. 

“Hurry up, you squirrel.” 

The image of Kim Seohun rushing around, gathering snacks like a squirrel preparing for winter, brought a smile to his face. 

BOOOOM

The sound of an explosion ripped through the air, erasing his smile. 

It wasn’t a normal sound. The entire building shook, as if struck by an earthquake. Bomin, weakened from his earlier exertions, collapsed back onto the bed. 

“…What was that?”

He scrambled to his feet, stumbling towards the window. Black smoke billowed in the distance, staining the sky. 

“Ugh…” 

Another tremor ran through the building, this one even stronger. Bomin’s legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. 

“Did this happen in the novel?” 

It couldn’t be Shi Yu-hyeon yet. He wasn’t supposed to awaken as an S-rank Guide until later. Bomin wracked his brain, trying to remember if anything like this had happened in the original story, but it was no use. The novel had only focused on Shi Yu-hyeon’s perspective, with little mention of events that didn’t directly involve him. 

“This doesn’t feel good…”

He’d been so caught up in his own life, in his little bubble of s*x and schemes, that he’d completely forgotten about his own safety. He’d promised himself he’d buy a weapon, but… 

He shivered, the feeling of a cold blade against his skin a phantom sensation.