SS 3 Part 3

“Hurry…”

Bomin’s voice was a needy whine, and Song Jaeho, his control slipping, lost himself in the feeling of those tight muscles squeezing him.

“Hng, ah, ah…” 

Bomin’s slender body thrashed, his arm wrapping around Kim Seohun’s neck. 

Kim Seohun, his hand reaching for Bomin’s chest, pinched and rolled his n*pple. Bomin’s back arched, his hips bucking.

Pleasure shot through him, and he pressed his lips against Kim Seohun’s neck, his moans vibrating against his skin.

“Kiss… hng… I want to kiss…” 

Song Jaeho was pounding into him so hard that if he kissed him now, their teeth would clash.

“Later. Be content with this for now.” 

Kim Seohun, knowing this, settled for a light kiss on his cheek. He then bent down, taking Bomin’s n*pple into his mouth. Bomin’s n*pple, swollen from his attention, was a bright red. 

“Ahh, ah…!”

Bomin’s moans grew louder as Song Jaeho’s thrusts became more forceful. His c*ck hit that sweet spot inside him again, and Kim Seohun, unable to hold back, bit down on his n*pple. 

“Hng, ow…”

“…Sorry.”

Song Jaeho’s tongue soothed the mark he had left. He felt their gazes on him, their possessiveness radiating towards him.

Even Kim Seohun’s eyes had narrowed. He pumped Bomin’s c*ck, hoping to distract him from the pain. 

Bomin, lost in the sensations, forgot about the pain. His mind was a blur, his body moving instinctively. 

“Ah… haa…” 

Bomin came in Kim Seohun’s hand, his inner muscles clenching around Song Jaeho’s c*ck at the same time. Kim Seohun, his hand still gripping Bomin’s c*ck, continued to stroke him.

Bomin’s cum, thick and white, coated his hand. 

Song Jaeho, groaning, came as well, his cum filling Bomin’s abused hole. Kim Seohun, his lips brushing against Bomin’s, savored the taste of his tears and sweat. 

He kissed him, licking away the cum that was dripping down his chin. Bomin’s tongue followed his, seeking him out. 

Kim Seohun’s face was as flushed as Bomin’s. He intertwined their c*cks, his hand holding them both, using Bomin’s cum as lubricant. 

“You’re already ready for the next round?” 

Yoon Bisam, approaching Song Jaeho, nudged his shoulder. Song Jaeho was clearly unsatisfied. His c*ck was still throbbing inside Bomin.

But he stepped back with a sigh as Yoon Bisam gestured behind him. Four of them hadn’t had their turn yet. And Han Biseong, the mastermind behind this event, was practically vibrating with need, his eyes bloodshot. 

If they made him wait any longer, he might explode.

Yoon Bisam took Song Jaeho’s place. Won Seongwoo and Han Biseong, unable to hold back any longer, joined them on the bed.

Bomin, his hole clenching, rubbed his c*ck against Kim Seohun’s, his senses focused on the feeling. He opened his mouth, and Kim Seohun, instead of giving him a gentle kiss, captured his lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

Their tongues tangled, and Bomin eagerly swallowed his saliva. His face, stained with cum, was flushed.

“Hng, ah…”

His lower abdomen ached. Kim Seohun’s shoulders tightened as Bomin’s hand gripped him. 

Yoon Bisam slipped two fingers inside. Bomin’s inner muscles, despite having been thoroughly used, clenched around them. 

‘Let’s do it together.’ 

‘You mean… two at once?’ 

‘Yes.’

Han Biseong, licking his lips, looked at Yoon Bisam’s c*ck. He couldn’t wait any longer. And now that Yoon Bisam had claimed Bomin’s hole, he couldn’t very well push him aside. 

He would join him.

Bomin, oblivious to their silent conversation, moaned into Kim Seohun’s mouth. Their tongues tangled, their bodies pressed close. 

He sucked on Kim Seohun’s tongue, his mind a blur, and then… he realized there was someone behind him.

He opened his eyes, but he was still blindfolded. His senses, however, were heightened. 

He could feel their gazes on him, their lust palpable. His mind raced, his thoughts filled with c*cks. 

“Hng…!” 

Kim Seohun, sensing his distraction, squeezed his c*cks, his grip tight. They were all incredibly sensitive. 

Bomin gasped as Kim Seohun’s thumb pressed against his slit. Yoon Bisam, taking advantage of this, churned his fingers inside. 

Bomin’s hips bucked, his body moving against Yoon Bisam’s fingers. They all groaned as they watched him. Yoon Bisam’s rough fingers grazed his prostate. 

“Haa…!”

He came in Kim Seohun’s hand, his cum shooting out. Kim Seohun came at the same time, unable to hold back any longer. 

Their cum pooled on the sheets, and Kim Seohun, reluctantly, pulled away. He averted his gaze, overwhelmed by the sight of all those hard c*cks.

Han Biseong positioned himself in front of Bomin, lying down beneath him. They all knew what that meant. Yoon Bisam, stifling a sigh, nodded.

Han Biseong, smirking, held Bomin’s waist with one hand, using the other to smear the precum leaking from his c*ck onto his own. 

“Hng… ah… you’re Han Biseong, right?”

“What? How did you know already? I haven’t even put it in yet!”

Bomin’s hand, which had been resting on Kim Seohun’s shoulder, was now on Han Biseong’s abs. His skin was burning hot. And the way he was lying there, his legs spread… it was obvious he wanted to double penetrate him.

That narrowed down the possibilities. Even Bomin couldn’t handle two c*cks at once. And out of those who enjoyed that, it was likely to be Han Biseong or Yoon Bisam.

“Hmph… like I could mistake you for anyone else.” 

Bomin’s weight pressed down on Han Biseong’s c*ck, his hole stretching to accommodate him. He collapsed on top of Han Biseong. 

He rubbed his face against Han Biseong’s chest, the rough fabric of the blindfold scratching his skin. 

“I’m trying… to go as slowly as I can.”

Han Biseong’s chest heaved. He couldn’t move quickly if he wanted to double penetrate Bomin. And Bomin’s hole, still stretched from Song Jaeho, was easily taking him.

“Just… wait a little longer.” 

He patted Bomin’s ass, spreading his cheeks to get a better view.

Yoon Bisam, at Han Biseong’s gesture, moved closer, his hand stroking his hard c*ck. He was uncharacteristically impatient. 

“Breathe, Lee Bomin.” 

He wasn’t trying to hide his identity. He knew Bomin wouldn’t be able to tell who was who with two c*cks inside him.

Bomin’s back stiffened as he anticipated the pain. His trembling arm wrapped around Han Biseong’s neck. Won Seongwoo, seeing this, reached out, his hand gently stroking Bomin’s hair. Bomin, leaning into his touch, rubbed his cheek against his palm. 

“I’ll stop if you don’t like it. Tell me now.”

Yoon Bisam, hearing those words, paused, his hand clenching into a fist. He wanted to bury himself inside Bomin, but he didn’t want to hurt him. 

“Be… gentle…”

Bomin’s voice was a soft plea. Won Seongwoo’s finger, as if on cue, slipped into his mouth, his thumb rubbing his tongue, which was slick with saliva. 

His hole, already stretched by one c*ck, began to accommodate the second. Both Bomin and Yoon Bisam winced. 

Even one c*ck was a tight fit. His hole, unused to being double penetrated, felt like it was being torn apart. 

“Try to… relax.”

“Hng…”

Yoon Bisam’s hand moved down his back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine. Bomin trembled, his inner muscles clenching even tighter. He bit down on Won Seongwoo’s finger. 

Won Seongwoo, ignoring the pain, continued to stroke his face. 

“Ah, ugh, mhm…”

Bomin relaxed, his breath hitching. Yoon Bisam, sensing this, pushed forward, taking advantage of every opportunity. 

His insides ached, his organs being compressed to make room. Sweat beaded on his skin. 

“Are you in, all the way, Yoon Bisam?”

“Almost.”

“God, your c*cks are huge.” 

The veins on Han Biseong’s neck throbbed. He felt like he was going to explode, his c*ck trapped inside Bomin, unable to move. Yoon Bisam, careful not to tear Bomin, continued to push forward. 

By the time he was fully sheathed, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. 

After giving Bomin a moment to adjust, Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam began to move, their c*cks thrusting in and out of him. Even though they were trying to be gentle, their size alone was overwhelming.

It felt like fireworks were going off behind his eyelids, even though he couldn’t see anything. He moaned, another c*ck brushing against his lips as he gasped for breath. 

“Hng…”

He opened his mouth wide as a thick c*ck entered, his jaw aching from the pressure. He could see a glimpse of dark pubic hair through his blurred vision. 

Han Biseong, after Yoon Bisam was fully inside, released Bomin’s ass cheeks, his hands moving to his n*pples. 

Bomin’s n*pples, already flushed, stretched under his touch. He arched his back, his hips bucking, a moan escaping his lips.

“Ah, hng…!“

His c*ck, untouched, leaked precum. Han Biseong licked his lips, his gaze fixated on Bomin’s stomach, which was slick. 

Bomin came again, his inner muscles clenching, milking both c*cks. Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, which had been buried deep in his throat, slipped out as Bomin choked. 

He gasped for air, his head lolling back. 

“You can stop if it’s too much.”

Won Seongwoo, cupping Bomin’s face, kissed his lips. Han Biseong clicked his tongue, his eyes narrowed. He could tell that Bomin was struggling. And yet… he continued to thrust. 

Yoon Bisam, too, was struggling to control himself. His grip on Bomin’s waist tightened. He was close, but he needed to hold back.

“Hng, I’m… still okay…” 

There was one more left. Bomin thought about the one who hadn’t touched him yet.