SS 9 Part 4

Yoon Bisam’s hand found the already plump flesh and twisted it with his fingertips.

“Ugh… It hurts…”

“You’re being quite the whiner today.”

It wasn’t even considered painful at this level. At Bomin’s whimpering, Yoon Bisam let out a low chuckle but softened his touch.

He changed from pinching and teasing to gently rolling his fingers. He pressed firmly and then released, and the n*pple immediately perked up as if asking to be touched again.

“Suck it.”

The soft texture was pleasant to touch, but if he rubbed his bare skin against it, it would quickly turn red.

Yoon Bisam pulled out the hand he had put inside the shirt and tapped Bomin’s lips. Bomin opened his mouth without resistance and sucked on Yoon Bisam’s finger as if it were candy.

“Yes, you’re doing well.”

His eyes, looking up while sucking on the finger, were wide and innocent, like a puppy seeking praise. When Yoon Bisam placed a light kiss on the bridge of his nose, Bomin smiled, his eyes curving into crescents.

There was no doubt that Bomin was determined to drive him crazy today.

Pulling out the finger soaked with Bomin’s saliva, Yoon Bisam lowered his head, gently rubbing the pointed n*pple.

Unlike himself, who hadn’t closed his eyes yet, Bomin’s face, with his eyelashes gently lowered, filled his vision. He moved his tongue to stimulate the soft flesh inside Bomin’s cheek, and Bomin’s long eyelashes fluttered.

He thrust his tongue deep inside like he was fucking Bomin’s c*ck and tasted him thoroughly from the inside out. He slowly licked the bumpy roof of Bomin’s mouth as if to memorize its curves, and Bomin let out an erotic moan from deep within his throat.

“Lee Bomin, it’s really okay to have s*x, right?”

While Bomin was lost in the kiss with Yoon Bisam, Song Jaeho was staring intently at the hole between Bomin’s b*ttocks, which had already taken in all four of his fingers.

Despite thrusting his fingers in with a somewhat rough force, the hole clung tightly to his fingers and followed them out.

When he rubbed the mucus stuck to his index finger with his thumb, the hole, which had expanded to accommodate the number of fingers, quickly contracted.

“Hngh, yes…”

Unable to bear the stimulation, Bomin pulled his hips back as if begging. Song Jaeho’s four fingers had already disappeared between his white b*ttocks as if by magic.

After savoring the sensation of the tight mucus clinging to his fingers for a moment, Song Jaeho pulled his fingers out again with a smack of his lips.

The roundly opened hole began to close like a flower bud as if nothing had happened. Based on his past experiences, the hole was sufficiently loosened by now.

The handjob felt good, but Lee Bomin’s hole had to be tasted with a c*ck. Song Jaeho lightly slapped Bomin’s b*ttocks with the back of his lube-covered hand.

“Then I’ll take that as a yes?”

Bomin would have expressed his refusal from the moment his clothes were taken off if he hadn’t consented. Song Jaeho asked Bomin one more time before taking out the c*ck that had been suppressed inside his clothes.

“This position is quite uncomfortable.”

Since Bomin was straddling Yoon Bisam’s lap, Song Jaeho had to wrap his arms around the two intertwined bodies to penetrate Bomin’s hole.

He wouldn’t mind if Bomin was alone in front of him, but the thought of panting face to face with Yoon Bisam didn’t appeal to him.

Moreover, to properly fuck Bomin in the car, he would have to put his knees on the car seat. Since he was so tall, his body would be bent forward.

“Lee Bomin, can you lie down?”

Yoon Bisam also wasn’t satisfied with just kissing. He pulled away and gently stroked Bomin’s lips, moistened with his saliva, with his thumb.

“Yes…”

Bomin slowly blinked his eyelashes. With his n*pples being rubbed and his hole being fingered, Bomin’s c*ck had become completely swollen and was continuously leaking clear fluid.

“His knees will get red…”

Kim Seohun anxiously nibbled on his lower lip. It seemed that Song Jaeho would fuck Bomin from behind while he was lying face down on the car seat, and Yoon Bisam would give him a bl*wjob.

With the relentless pounding from both front and back, Bomin’s delicate knees would surely turn red. Although they would heal with a recovery potion, he hated to see Bomin in any pain.

“I can hold him.”

It was Song Jaeho who dismissed Kim Seohun’s worries. Song Jaeho used his psychokinesis to lift Bomin’s body into the air.

“Huh…?”

At the unfamiliar sensation, Bomin turned his head back. Song Jaeho rubbed his thumb against Bomin’s hole, which was now positioned perfectly for penetration.

He pressed his thumb firmly against the entrance as if imprinting his fingerprint, and then released it. The hole twitched, yearning for something to fill the empty space.

“Breathe. I’m going in now.”

Song Jaeho ran his fully er*ct shaft up and down Bomin’s entrance before aligning the glans with the hole. As the hole slowly expanded to accommodate the girth that was incomparable to even four fingers, a sweet moan escaped Bomin’s nose.

“Your hole is really tight today as well.”

At Song Jaeho’s words, Bomin’s earlobes flushed red. Even though they had countless times intertwined their bodies, Bomin still had no immunity to such dirty talk.

Finding that gap incredibly endearing, Song Jaeho grabbed Bomin’s hips and thrust his hips forward.

“Ugh…”

Bomin’s neck arched back. Blue veins stood out prominently on his white neck.

“You should be eating mine with your mouth.”

Yoon Bisam cupped Bomin’s cheeks and pulled his head down. The moment Bomin’s lips touched the tip of Yoon Bisam’s c*ck…

“Hngh…!“

The base of Song Jaeho’s c*ck, pulling some of his pubic hair along with it, plunged into Bomin’s hole. The soft flesh of his b*ttocks, pressed against Song Jaeho’s hard thighs, was squashed like a mochi.

“With the garter belt too…”

Bomin’s underwear and pants were stuck around his mid-thighs, unable to slide down completely.

His skin, wrapped in the black garter belt worn for the sake of appearance, looked especially pale and beautiful. Song Jaeho fiddled with the garter belt as he slowly pulled out the c*ck that had been thrust deep inside.

“Ugh…”

Bomin squeezed his eyes shut and moaned at the feeling of the shaft pulling out while stimulating his inner walls. Because his body was floating in the air, he felt a constant anxiety that he might fall.

He knew logically that even if he fell, it was inside the car and Song Jaeho or someone else would catch him safely, but his body, with his feet not touching the ground, was more sensitive than usual due to the anxiety.

Because Song Jaeho, using his psychokinesis, had lifted Bomin’s legs and even his toes into the air, making it so that Bomin had to rely solely on the c*ck piercing his body for support.

“Open your mouth. Good boy.”

As Bomin struggled to swallow the c*ck, Yoon Bisam soothingly caressed the corners of his mouth.

“Hngh…”

The imposingly er*ct c*ck parted his moaning lips and entered. His mouth instantly became slick with Yoon Bisam’s prec*m.

Bomin, shedding physiological tears, breathed through his nose to open his throat. The long shaft slowly traversed the center of Bomin’s mouth and disappeared into his throat.

Even though Yoon Bisam tried to move as carefully as possible, the sheer thickness of his c*ck stretched and pressed against the delicate mucous membranes in Bomin’s throat.

“Ugh, uh…”

Bomin reached out and grasped the base of the c*ck he couldn’t fully swallow. The c*ck, glistening with his own saliva, required both hands to grip fully.

He wanted to swallow it all, but Song Jaeho was moving in earnest from behind, causing his throat to tense up involuntarily.

“Why are you so tight today? Are you excited?”

The softened, heated mucous membranes deliciously sucked on Song Jaeho’s c*ck. Even while swallowing Yoon Bisam’s c*ck, Bomin moved his small head up and down.

“Ha, really…”

What should he do with this boy?

He wanted to bite down hard on the cheek squished against his thigh, leaving teeth marks. His mind was reeling with a possessive lust for Bomin.

Even though his c*ck was already thrusting into Bomin’s hole, he wanted to go even deeper. Song Jaeho pressed his waist tightly against Bomin’s backside, his pubic hair grazing Bomin’s delicate skin, and grabbed the dangling c*ck with his hand.

“Ugh, uh…!“

With his mouth full of Yoon Bisam’s c*ck, Bomin could only release heated moans through his nose. Being pounded from both ends while his c*ck was also being stimulated, pleasure kneaded his entire body.

“Still haven’t c*m? Are you trying to do it with me?”

Bomin’s c*ck was plump and ripe for the taking. Song Jaeho rubbed the glans with his thumb and roughly stroked the shaft up and down.

The speed of his thrusts gradually increased. The hot, hard shaft plowed through Bomin’s even hotter insides, hitting his deepest point.

“Heek, uh, hngh, too fast…”

Bomin finally pulled Yoon Bisam’s c*ck out of his mouth. A silver thread of saliva stretched between his lips and the tip of the c*ck before snapping.

“You like it fast, don’t you?”

When Bomin reached back, Song Jaeho wrapped his arm around Bomin’s shoulder. Bomin’s upper body arched like a bow, impaled by Song Jaeho’s c*ck.

The gazes of everyone present fell upon Bomin. From Jeong Hotae and Kim Seohun sitting on either side, to Yoon Bisam with his saliva-coated c*ck exposed, and even Shi Yu-hyeon with his flushed face.

Although Bomin was only taking one c*ck, with all eyes on him, it felt as if he was taking all of their c*cks at once.

“Hng…!“

“Tighten more, yeah?”

As Bomin convulsed and tightened his hole, Song Jaeho nibbled on his earlobe and whispered in a husky voice.

The c*ck, splitting his white b*ttocks, pushed deep inside, stretching the walls that had quickly contracted after the previous withdrawal.

Bomin’s toes curled inward, mirroring his arched back. His calves tensed as if about to cramp, and his hole, which had been tightly sucking on the c*ck, rapidly contracted.

“Kuh…”

Finally, Song Jaeho let out a short moan and came inside Bomin. With the feeling of warm s*men filling his insides, Bomin soon followed, scattering white fluid everywhere.