SS 1(2) Part 1

Side Story #1. Dancing with the Wolf (2)

Won Seongwoo’s warm flesh grazed Bomin’s n*pple, bringing his senses to life. Bomin’s hard c*ck, nestled against his stomach, twitched with each suckle.

Hard teeth grazed the sensitive skin around the bud, sharp canines gently nipping, careful not to draw blood. Bomin’s n*pples were flushed, sensitive to the touch.

“Hng…”

A burning sensation spread through his chest. Won Seongwoo’s lips rubbed against his swollen n*pple, and Bomin moaned, his head tilting back.

The fear that those sharp teeth might pierce him only fueled his pleasure. The hand that had been gently stroking Won Seongwoo’s hair suddenly tightened.

Won Seongwoo was driven by instinct, and Bomin, caught up in the moment, sought only the pleasure that radiated from his chest.

He wrapped his arms around Won Seongwoo’s neck, pulling him closer, urging him on.

“Delicious.”

Won Seongwoo, his mouth still on Bomin’s n*pple, spoke, his voice primal. Bomin started grinding his hips against him.

Was he getting impatient, seeing that Won Seongwoo had stopped moving, his focus solely on his chest?

“Mhm, ah, good, hng…”

Won Seongwoo chuckled at Bomin’s eagerness, his rough tongue lapping at his n*pple.

One n*pple was noticeably larger than the other, swollen from Won Seongwoo’s attention.

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

His soft moan turned into a loud cry as he came, his hips bucking against Won Seongwoo.

His hole pulsed, his inner muscles clenching around Won Seongwoo’s c*ck. Prec*m leaked from his hardened c*ck, his stomach slick.

“Ah, hng…”

Won Seongwoo lifted his head, his hands grabbing Bomin’s n*pples, pinching and twisting them. Bomin whimpered, his hole tightening.

Won Seongwoo’s large hands gripped Bomin’s hips, lifting him up, then bringing him down.

Bomin’s hand, which had been resting on the back of Won Seongwoo’s head, slid down, his fingers brushing against his shoulders. Won Seongwoo turned his head, his lips pressing against Bomin’s fingers and wrist.

It was a stark contrast to the rough way he was f*cking him.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room. c*m, leaking from Bomin, trailed down their intertwined legs, staining the sheets.

“Hng, ah, ah…!”

Bomin’s soft c*ck, held in Won Seongwoo’s hand, twitched as he stroked it, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive head.

His c*ck, never having been f*cked, spurted, leaking prec*m.

“Hng…!”

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, coated in c*m, continued to pump in and out of Bomin’s slick hole. Bomin’s own c*ck, nestled between his ass cheeks, pulsed, the veins prominent.

Tears streamed down Bomin’s face.

Won Seongwoo, coming with a groan, gently laid Bomin on the bed, his body following. He wrapped his legs around Bomin’s, their bodies facing each other.

His c*ck, still buried deep inside Bomin, twitched, savoring the afterglow.

The sounds of their bodies rubbing together filled the room.

“Lee Bomin.”

“Mhm…”

Won Seongwoo wiped away Bomin’s tears with his thumb. Bomin opened his eyes, meeting his gaze.

Won Seongwoo, cupping Bomin’s face, tilted his head, capturing his lips in a kiss.

Bomin, unable to speak, moaned, the sound escaping his nose. His eyes widened suddenly.

“Hng…!”

“Just a little longer.”

Won Seongwoo peppered his forehead with kisses.

“Ugh… it hurts…”

Bomin looked down at his stomach, his eyes filled with disbelief. It was already slightly distended from the c*m he had swallowed, but now… it was swelling, growing larger by the second.

His stomach would usually only move with each thrust, the outline of Won Seongwoo’s c*ck visible beneath his skin. But now… it was as if his skin was stretched thin over Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, his stomach contorting to accommodate its size.

“It hurts… it hurts…”

Bomin whimpered, clutching at Won Seongwoo. He didn’t push him away. He rubbed his forehead against Won Seongwoo’s neck, like a child seeking comfort.

It had felt like a metal pipe being shoved up his ass, but now… it felt as if a giant metal ball was lodged inside him.

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, unable to find a womb, had taken over his entire abdominal cavity, growing to an impossible size.

“You’re doing so well… It feels so good…”

Won Seongwoo, entranced, kissed him, his lips leaving a trail of fire across Bomin’s skin.

Bomin’s back arched, his muscles, despite the pain, clenching around Won Seongwoo’s c*ck.

“Ah, ah… no, don’t move…”

It was already hard to breathe, his insides cramped. And then, Won Seongwoo started moving, making Bomin’s vision go black for a moment.

“I’m just going to move a little, okay?”

Won Seongwoo, his voice soothing, licked the shell of Bomin’s ear.

“Hng…”

His ass ached, but the feeling of Won Seongwoo’s tongue on his ear… it sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

He instinctively clenched his ass, his inner muscles tightening around Won Seongwoo. Won Seongwoo groaned.

His hole was always tight, but now, with his c*ck swollen to this size… it was excruciating.

“Hng…”

But the pain quickly turned to pleasure, his senses overwhelmed. He could feel Bomin’s every breath, his inner walls pulsing around him.

Bomin’s nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red marks on his tan skin.

If it was just pain… he would have pushed him away. But the pressure, the feeling of being stretched to his limit… it was exhilarating.

“Ah, hng… ah…“

Won Seongwoo, seizing the moment when Bomin relaxed, began to move. He thrust deep inside, his movements slow, making Bomin moan.

Bomin, though on the verge of passing out, clung to him, finding solace in their connection.

It was a dangerous dance, a tightrope walk between pleasure and pain. He rubbed his nose against Won Seongwoo’s.

“I like you…”

They were so close, he could see his own reflection in Won Seongwoo’s eyes. Won Seongwoo’s breath hitched.

He thought he had misheard, his mind reeling.

“So… even though it’s a little… much right now… I’m glad it’s you.”

Bomin wasn’t usually honest about his feelings. He would often put on a facade, hiding his true self.

“Of course… I like everyone else too, but…”

Won Seongwoo’s lips crashed against his, cutting him off. He pulled Bomin closer, his arms tightening around his slender frame.

“Hng…”

His swollen c*ck rubbed against Bomin’s inner walls, the sensation making him ache. Won Seongwoo swallowed his moan.

His hand held Bomin’s head in place as his tongue invaded his mouth, exploring every inch.

Bomin’s body trembled as he felt Won Seongwoo pulling him closer, as if trying to absorb him.

“Hng, wait…”

His moan was muffled, his lips slick with saliva.

His c*ck, without Won Seongwoo’s conscious effort, was hitting all the right spots. And his stomach was pressed against Won Seongwoo’s hard abs, his skin tingling from the pressure.

His c*ck twitched, leaking prec*m.

“Say it again.”

Won Seongwoo finally pulled back, his lips swollen from the kiss. It had been a desperate kiss, almost suffocating. Bomin gasped for air.

Even breathing was a challenge with that c*ck inside him.

“You know… what I said earlier.”

Won Seongwoo’s hand rubbed Bomin’s back, his voice soft, coaxing. His usual aloofness had vanished, replaced by a tenderness that made Bomin’s heart ache.

“…I like you.”

Won Seongwoo’s lips twitched at Bomin’s hoarse reply. Bomin blinked, his vision blurry from his tears.

He should have said it sooner.

He had exchanged “I love yous” with Jeong Hotae, but not with the others. It had felt unnecessary, their feelings evident in their every glance, every touch.

“…I love you, Lee Bomin.”

Bomin’s lips trembled. Won Seongwoo’s words, his gaze so gentle, made him clench around Won Seongwoo’s c*ck.

“That’s… very you.”

He had never imagined himself saying those words to anyone. He cherished Bomin, who had awakened these feelings within him.

“Hng…?”

Won Seongwoo, wanting to reward him, stood up. He couldn’t pull out; his knot was still swollen.

Bomin’s eyes widened as Won Seongwoo shifted, his body adjusting. He whimpered, the sudden movement making him dizzy.

Won Seongwoo, his lips brushing against Bomin’s ear, grabbed a pillow, placing it beneath Bomin’s stomach. He then started to move.

“Ah, hng, ah, ah…!”

Bomin clung to the sheets, his moans echoing in the room as he felt Won Seongwoo’s c*ck grinding against his inner walls.

It felt as though his insides were being pummeled. He bit down on the pillowcase, his teeth sinking into the fabric.

“Haa, hng, ugh…“

Won Seongwoo’s movements were restricted. He couldn’t pull out completely, his knot preventing him from moving too far.

But his c*ck was so big, and his thrusts so rapid, that it felt even more intense than usual.

“Ah, mhm…”

Won Seongwoo, hearing Bomin’s soft whimpers, captured his lips in a kiss. Bomin, his head turning slightly, accepted his tongue.

The heat of Won Seongwoo’s tongue was almost unbearable. Bomin, unable to swallow his own saliva, choked slightly.

The pillowcase was soaked. Won Seongwoo’s tongue, rough and insistent, explored every inch of Bomin’s mouth, his kisses possessive.

Bomin surrendered, his tongue meeting Won Seongwoo’s. Won Seongwoo, his tongue tracing the underside of Bomin’s, lapped up the pool of saliva. Bomin’s mouth tingled.

He nipped at Bomin’s swollen lips with his canines, making Bomin’s eyes glaze over.

“Hng, ah…”

Bomin, his body trembling, refused to break the kiss. He sucked on Won Seongwoo’s tongue, his eyes, dark and lustrous, fixated on him.

Won Seongwoo, mesmerized, lost himself in the moment.

The sounds of their kissing, their tongues tangling, were as loud as the sounds of their bodies slapping together.

Won Seongwoo’s hand reached down, his fingers finding Bomin’s swollen n*pple.

“Hng, ah…“

Bomin’s eyes flew open, his hips bucking. He was completely lost in the pleasure.

Won Seongwoo raked his nails across Bomin’s n*pple. He loved seeing Bomin so vulnerable, so eager. And his own possessive instincts were intensifying under the full moon.

He usually kept those desires in check, but… he was alone with Bomin. And Bomin, knowing the dangers of his rut, had still come to him, his body unguarded.

He cherished his trust, but he couldn’t help but want to keep Bomin all to himself.