SS 7 Part 5

The fully erect c*ck, its veins bulging, fit perfectly in his palm. Seeing Bomin’s body responding to each of his thrusts, Kim Seohun felt tears welling up in his eyes again.

His heart pounding in his chest, Kim Seohun bit his lip hard enough to stretch his philtrum.

“Heut, Seohun-ah, I’m going to c*m…!”

Even though his vision was blurred by tears, Kim Seohun’s hand firmly covered Bomin’s urethral opening. Bomin twisted his ankle as the feeling of impending orgasm made his lower abdomen throb.

However, the grip on his ankles was just as firm as the one around his c*ck. Left with no choice, Bomin tightened his hole.

“Ahheuk…!”

As his heated mucous membrane clung to Kim Seohun’s c*ck, Kim Seohun rubbed his c*ck in circles against Bomin’s inner walls. Bomin threw his head back, the veins in his neck standing out, as the walls of flesh tightened around him.

He couldn’t c*m, but his insides were continuously ravaged. The unreleased heat felt like it was scrambling his brain. A whitish foam bubbled and leaked from around his gaping hole, stretched taut and taking in the thick c*ck.

The fluid leaking from Bomin’s c*ck coated not only his plump balls but also the smooth skin beneath them in an opaque sheen.

“Bomin-ah, your inside, it’s so tight…”

“Heung, ung, heu, ah, stop now…”

Bomin reached down, trying to remove Kim Seohun’s hand that was blocking his glans. His soaked inner walls clung longingly to Kim Seohun’s withdrawing c*ck, following it all the way out.

“I want to… c*m together…”

Kim Seohun let go of Bomin’s ankles and lowered his upper body. One hand still prevented Bomin’s c*ck from releasing.

“W-When are you going to…?”

At Kim Seohun’s whisper, Bomin fluttered his tear-soaked eyelashes and asked in a voice choked with tears. His small face was flushed red and wet with tears.

His lower lip was especially red from being bitten repeatedly in his frustration over the unreleased orgasm.

Instead of answering, Kim Seohun captured Bomin’s plump, inviting lips. Bomin’s tongue met Kim Seohun’s, pulling it deeper inside.

His face grew even redder as he sucked on Kim Seohun’s tongue as if it were candy.

Gazing intently at the heat in Bomin’s black eyes from up close, Kim Seohun began to slow down his thrusts.

“Just, hold on a little longer. Okay?”

At his gentle whisper, after briefly parting their lips, Bomin couldn’t refuse and obediently nodded. Only those living together in the mansion could make Bomin weaken like this.

Kim Seohun couldn’t hide his happiness at being one of them. While he wasn’t without the desire to be Bomin’s only one, he was content enough to see Bomin’s unguarded expression like this.

“Uung…”

Their lips, briefly separated, rejoined as if they had never parted, greedily exploring each other’s mouths. Bomin, with his lips pressed against Kim Seohun’s, let out a shaky breath as he felt the hard flesh moving slowly in and out, even feeling the pulsing veins in his c*ck.

It felt as if the movements of the twitching c*ck were being etched onto his body. He shivered as if just realizing the coolness of the room.

“Are you cold?”

Kim Seohun, joined to Bomin’s lower body, couldn’t miss his trembling. He stopped moving his hips, raised his head, and checked Bomin’s expression.

While his face was flushed with heat, his body continued to tremble. Kim Seohun stroked Bomin’s shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach with his warm hands.

“It’s not, the cold…”

“I’m sorry. I was too focused on my own pleasure…”

Kim Seohun’s eyebrows furrowed. Even if Bomin denied it, his trembling wasn’t normal.

“No, I am cold, but…”

Bomin felt like he was going crazy now that Kim Seohun had stopped moving. Kim Seohun had artificially stopped the dam of his pent-up orgasm from bursting. However, now that Kim Seohun had removed the hand blocking his glans, he couldn’t c*m, like the surface of water that couldn’t overflow even though it was just a drop away.

“Seohun-ah, quickly thrust again. Please…”

The coldness would go away once he was heated up again. Bomin wrapped his legs around Kim Seohun’s waist and pulled him close. The half-withdrawn c*ck parted Bomin’s flesh and pushed back inside.

“I want to c*m…”

Bomin pleaded in a drawn-out voice, pressing kisses to Kim Seohun’s chin and the corners of his mouth.

“Eugh…!”

As Bomin wished, the thick glans slammed deep inside, hitting his most sensitive spot. Bomin rubbed his forehead against Kim Seohun’s shoulder as the glans stretched his insides to their limit.

“Heu, aaah…”

The heavy pleasure didn’t end with one thrust. Kuung, kung, the glans repeatedly stretched his sensitive flesh, leaving Bomin panting with his mouth agape.

Unswallowed saliva dribbled down the corners of his mouth. His trembling was gradually replaced by the intense pleasure of the c*ck pounding inside him.

The countertop shook as if it would break. Bomin, his body flushed red, clung to Kim Seohun’s upper body with all his might.

He could feel his own c*ck rubbing between their joined stomachs. It felt as if Kim Seohun’s c*ck was pressing down on his own, separated only by his thin layer of abdominal skin. His erect n*pples rubbed against the apron that had ridden up to his chest.

“Hnnngh…!”

The moment Kim Seohun licked around Bomin’s earlobe with his tongue, Bomin finally lost control and ejaculated. Kim Seohun, feeling the tight clenching of Bomin’s hole as it milked his c*ck, sprayed hot breaths against Bomin’s ear and filled his already heated insides with s*men once more.

“Haa… Bomin-ah, I really love you…”

The word “love” alone couldn’t fully encompass his feelings for Bomin. But Kim Seohun couldn’t think of any other words to express himself.

He simply wanted to cherish and love this trembling body in his arms, still quivering from the aftershocks of their orgasm, for the rest of his life.

He hoped that Bomin would never experience any sadness again, only tears of joy. He wanted to devour even the faintest traces of emptiness and melancholy that sometimes flitted across Bomin’s face.

“I love you, too…”

Bomin looked at Kim Seohun, his tear-filled eyes curving into crescents. The continuous s*x and the outpouring of s*men into his heated mucous membrane made his insides feel as if they were melting.

The foam that had formed at their connection was washed away by the s*men flowing back from inside. He felt a sense of fullness, like he had overeaten. This was further amplified by the fact that Kim Seohun’s c*ck was still buried deep inside him.

“I’m truly so happy.”

Kim Seohun’s words of happiness seeped into Bomin’s heart. Bomin raised his hand and gently brushed back his sweat-drenched hair. When he pressed his lips to Kim Seohun’s exposed forehead, Kim Seohun responded by placing kisses all over Bomin’s face.

They basked in the afterglow of their orgasm, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes until their heated s*men cooled.

While he wanted to stay in this moment of happiness forever, Kim Seohun quickly embraced Bomin and helped him up, worried about putting too much strain on him. He picked up the crumpled knit sweater and wiped Bomin’s body, covered in a mixture of s*men and whipped cream.

However, he left the apron Bomin was wearing untouched.

“Are you cold? Just a moment.”

He brought the knit sweater Bomin had taken off and hurriedly put it on him. He chuckled at the sight of Bomin’s hair, fluffy and static-filled. He paused mid-way through dressing him, showering Bomin’s face and hair with kisses. Bomin leaned back and ruffled Kim Seohun’s hair.

“We have to make the cake too. We’ll have to make the whipped cream again. Do we have enough ingredients?”

The whipped cream, already tainted by their fingers, seemed unsuitable for the cake from a hygienic standpoint.

“Just a moment. The instructor said they prepared extra ingredients.”

Seeing that Bomin wanted to continue making the cake, Kim Seohun hurried towards the refrigerator. Fortunately, there were enough ingredients inside to make whipped cream three or four more times.

“I want to make a delicious cake and eat it together.”

Wearing only the knit sweater, Bomin stood in front of the counter and gathered the scattered utensils. While the sweater was large on Bomin’s frame, it only covered him down to the top of his b*ttocks.

Kim Seohun’s eyes wavered at the sight of Bomin’s reddened b*ttocks, still slick with s*men from their passionate lovemaking.

“Bomin-ah…”

“Yes?”

Kim Seohun hesitated, then decided to hear Bomin’s opinion first. He placed the ingredients he was holding on the counter and embraced Bomin from behind.

Then, Kim Seohun’s hand naturally slipped inside the sweater. Bomin flinched as Kim Seohun’s hand, cold from touching the glass bowl from the refrigerator, touched his chest.

“Shall we… do it one more time?”

Bomin turned his head to look at Kim Seohun. As if feeling apologetic for his suggestion, Kim Seohun avoided Bomin’s gaze, burying his face in his shoulder.

“Sure.”

Actually, Bomin had been feeling a little unsatisfied as well. While his legs were shaky, he could still walk, and his hole was still throbbing.

“Shall we start in this position this time?”

Bomin pushed Kim Seohun away and positioned himself. He leaned his upper body against the countertop and pushed his hips out towards Kim Seohun.

Holding his b*ttocks with both hands and spreading them wide, his hole pulsed, leaking the remaining s*men. He circled the slightly swollen entrance with his middle finger.

Stimulated by his touch, his hole expanded and contracted as if begging for something thicker.

“Bomin-ah…”

As if bewitched, Kim Seohun approached Bomin. He had been so focused on cleaning Bomin that he hadn’t bothered to clean his own c*ck, tucking it back into his pants. He hurriedly undid his buckle and pulled out his c*ck, revealing the flesh glistening with a translucent fluid.

“Eugh…”

His hole didn’t need any preparation since they had just finished having s*x. Kim Seohun aligned the tip of his c*ck with Bomin’s entrance and thrust his hips. His c*ck was instantly sucked deep inside, enveloped by the sticky mucous membrane.

It didn’t take long for the countertop, which Bomin had just tidied up, to become a mess again.

The moans filling the kitchen didn’t cease until the glass bowl Kim Seohun had brought from the refrigerator was warmed by their combined heat.