SS 4 Part 4

“I love you.”

“…What? Ah, ah…!”

Bomin’s eyes widened. He thought he had misheard. And then… Han Biseong hit his prostate, making him cry out. 

His eyes, dilated, trembled. Han Biseong pounded into him, his thrusts hard and fast. Bomin’s hole, hot and tight, clenched around him. 

“Hng, ah… hng…” 

Bomin’s head thrashed, his moans, hoarse and broken, filling the small cabin. He tried to push Han Biseong away with his feet, but the seat was bolted to the floor, the Ferris wheel only swaying in response.

Han Biseong lifted Bomin’s legs, placing them on his shoulders. He was buried even deeper inside. Bomin’s feet, replacing his hands, scraped against the fogged-up window. His body writhed, his moans turning into sobs as Han Biseong relentlessly pounded into him, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. 

“Hng… Stop…”

“Just a little longer.”

Han Biseong, his lips brushing against Bomin’s jaw, ignored his plea. Bomin’s mind reeled. He knew this feeling.

It wasn’t just his c*ck that was on fire. It was his entire body, every nerve ending tingling. 

“I’m going to… hng… piss myself…!”

He whimpered, the sensation so intense it felt like he was about to pee. He begged Han Biseong to stop, to let him rest, but Han Biseong only sped up.

“Ah, ah, ah…!” 

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He came, his fluids soaking them both. Han Biseong, his c*ck still buried deep inside, continued to thrust, his movements relentless. Bomin’s body convulsed, his c*ck twitching. 

Tears streamed down his face as his orgasm ripped through him. The pleasure was so intense, he felt like he was losing his mind.

“Hey… hng… I said… stop…”

He whimpered, his voice breaking. Han Biseong, his lips brushing against Bomin’s ear, whispered:

“Okay. I’m sorry. But… it was good, right?”

“You think… that’s even… a question…?”

The seat was soaked. So were their bodies. And then… he noticed that they were nearing the bottom. He thought he saw people in the parade staring at them, at their swaying cabin. His hole clenched around Han Biseong’s c*ck.

Han Biseong’s brow furrowed. He could feel Bomin’s inner muscles clenching around him, milking him. 

But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He had been thinking of slowing down, but… he couldn’t stop now.

“Haa… I was going to stop… but… I can’t.”

“What are you… ah, hng…!”

Bomin’s thighs were trembling, his body weak. He looked at Han Biseong, his eyes pleading, but Han Biseong’s eyes were glazed over, his lust evident. 

“Ah, ugh, ah, haa…!”

Han Biseong pounded into him, his arm wrapping around Bomin’s waist, pulling him closer. 

The angle changed slightly. Bomin had just squirted, and his insides were hypersensitive. He moaned, his mouth open, as he felt Han Biseong’s c*ck rubbing against his sensitive spot.

“Hng, ah… S-Slow… down…”

He knew it was impossible to stop Han Biseong. He just… wanted him to slow down, his ass aching. 

He felt like he was on a rollercoaster, his body being tossed back and forth. The Ferris wheel, swaying slightly, only intensified the feeling. 

He grabbed Han Biseong’s hair, his grip tight. But Han Biseong, instead of crying out, nuzzled Bomin’s neck, his teeth nipping at his skin. 

Bomin’s eyelashes, wet with tears, fluttered. He would occasionally open his eyes, the flashing lights from the parade making him dizzy. 

“Your hole… Lee Bomin… it’s so good.” 

“Ah… ah…” 

Han Biseong’s teeth moved to his earlobe. It tasted sweet, Bomin’s skin damp with sweat. He was intoxicated, his mind clouded with lust, even though Bomin wasn’t guiding him. 

Bomin’s hole, which had clenched around him so tightly before, was now relaxed, his inner walls milking him. 

He could feel Bomin’s inner muscles clinging to his c*ck with every thrust, and his mouth went dry. His throat worked, his c*ck swelling. 

Bomin’s voice, hoarse from all the moaning, was a whisper.

“When… are you going to… stop?”

Han Biseong’s desire was insatiable. Anyone else would have passed out by now. 

“It’s our date, remember? I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Sharing Bomin with the others required a lot of patience. Double penetrating Bomin was amazing, but… the time he got to spend alone with him was limited. 

With over five of them living in the same mansion, he had to wait almost a week for his turn.

Or… they would all gang up on Bomin. But that wasn’t enough for him. 

He used to sleep with a lot of Guides before he and Bomin got together. But at some point… he had lost interest in everyone else. All he could think about was Bomin. 

And his desire for Bomin only grew stronger with each passing day. He had even started meditating every morning to control his urges. 

“I know… but… hng… I’m tired…” 

Bomin, his hand gently stroking Han Biseong’s cheek, tried to soothe him. Han Biseong, his reason returning, captured his lips in a kiss, his tongue exploring his mouth. He caressed Bomin’s back. 

“Just a little longer. Okay?” 

His eyebrows were furrowed, his expression pleading. Bomin’s gaze softened. Han Biseong, seeing this, bit back a smile. 

He loved it when Bomin was vulnerable, when he showed him his weak side.

“…Okay. But only… uh… until you come…”

Han Biseong spanked Bomin’s ass. Bomin’s hole tightened, the sensation making him gasp. 

“Hng, what are you…?”

“You’re just… so cute.”

Bomin couldn’t even argue, his words cut off by another spank and a hard thrust. 

“Ah, ah…!” 

His head lolled back. Han Biseong’s tongue traced his Adam’s apple, then, pulling back slightly, thrust deep inside, his c*ck hitting the back of Bomin’s throat. 

His balls slapped against Bomin’s sensitive skin. Bomin’s ass cheeks, his perineum, were as flushed as his face. 

“…Good.” 

Han Biseong groaned, his c*ck buried deep inside Bomin. Bomin’s inner walls, as if molded to his c*ck, stretched to accommodate him. 

He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful. 

“Hng, ah… ah…!“

Bomin moaned, his voice hoarse. His hole felt tighter than usual, even though he hadn’t been double penetrated. 

He was losing himself in the pleasure, his mind a haze. He buried his face against Han Biseong’s neck, his breath ragged. 

Han Biseong’s scent filled his senses, his body responding. 

“Ah, haa… hng…!”

Han Biseong’s lips found Bomin’s ear, his teeth grazing his skin as his c*ck pounded into him. 

Bomin’s soft c*ck, already flushed, throbbed. A bit of prec*m leaked out, landing on their stomachs.

Bomin’s toes curled. Han Biseong, groaning, came, his c*m filling Bomin. 

“Hng…”

He didn’t slow down, his thrusts continuing as Bomin’s body trembled with aftershocks. Bomin, struggling to regain his senses, focused on staying awake. He didn’t want to pass out, not yet. 

“Stop… I want to watch the parade…”

It had looked beautiful, even when he had been getting fucked. He wanted to make some happy memories with Han Biseong, memories that weren’t about s*x. 

“Okay.” 

Han Biseong, as if sensing his thoughts, reluctantly pulled out. Bomin’s hole, stretched wide, contracted.

C*m spilled out as he withdrew.

“…What about this mess?” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new one.” 

The seat was covered in c*m. Han Biseong, seeing Bomin’s worried expression, smiled reassuringly. 

Bomin didn’t know this, but… Han Biseong had specially ordered this Ferris wheel cabin. He didn’t want to fuck Bomin in a place where countless others had been.

He was going to have this cabin removed and stored in his private warehouse after today. 

“I’ll clean you up. Just wait.” 

He kissed Bomin, then removed his shirt. He knelt before Bomin, his shirt in hand.

“I need to get rid of this c*m.”

He couldn’t dress Bomin with all that c*m inside him. He pressed his lips against Bomin’s cheek, his fingers slipping into his hole.

“Hng…”

“Your hole… it’s amazing. It’s already closed up, even though I just took my c*ck out.” 

“Hurry up…”

Bomin’s brow furrowed, the feeling of Han Biseong’s fingers different from that of his c*ck. Han Biseong, his lips still on Bomin’s cheek, scissored his fingers, removing the excess c*m.

“There.”

It wasn’t completely clean, but it was good enough. He reached for Bomin’s clothes, then paused, a smile playing on his lips.

“They’re… dirty.” 

“…Just give them to me.”

His pants were soaked from when he had squirted. Bomin blushed.

“I have an idea.”

He used his shirt to cover Bomin’s lower body, then picked him up. Bomin wrapped his arms around his neck. 

“What, we’re going out like this?”

“Yes. You said you wanted to watch the parade.”

Bomin’s eyes widened as Han Biseong opened the door. They were at the top again.

“Close your eyes.”

Bomin, feeling a cool breeze on his face, did as he was told. He felt himself being lifted, then set down gently. 

“You can open your eyes now.” 

Bomin’s jaw dropped as he looked around. 

“It’s… beautiful…” 

“You like it?”

“Yes.” 

The view of the parade from the top of the Ferris wheel was breathtaking. Han Biseong, watching him, his heart swelling with affection, whispered against his ear. 

“Lee Bomin, I love you.”

“What…?”

Bomin’s eyes widened, his surprise endearing. 

“Tell me… you love me too.”

Han Biseong, emboldened, asked for confirmation. Bomin blushed, his cheeks flushed even in the moonlight.

 “…I love you.”

“Those are… the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard.” 

Han Biseong beamed at the soft whisper, his usually intimidating features softening as if coated in honey.

Bomin closed his eyes, pressing his lips against Han Biseong’s. Han Biseong’s lips parted immediately, his tongue tangling with Bomin’s, the feeling of that hot flesh intoxicating.

Their kiss, which felt as if it could last forever, was interrupted by the fireworks painting the sky above them, exploding in a dazzling array of colors against the dark canvas.

“You… planned this too?” 

“Of course~ It’s our date.”

Fireworks were risky, as they could attract monsters, requiring government approval. The area where the fireworks were set off also had to be heavily fortified with protective artifacts, making them a costly spectacle.

“…Let’s come back here again.”

“Just the two of us?”

“Yes.” 

He couldn’t give Han Biseong anything else, only his smile… and a promise. 

“Okay.” 

A smile, as tender as Bomin’s, spread across Han Biseong’s face. Long after the fireworks faded, their lips continued to meet, their kisses lingering.