PV Ch.16 Part 1

#16. 2 Sticks in 1 Hole (1)

Bomin looked up at Kim Seohun with tear-filled eyes. His gaze was so intense that Kim Seohun instinctively tightened his grip on the soft flesh in his hand. 

“Hngh…”

Kim Seohun waited for Song Jaeho to pull back before thrusting into Bomin. 

Despite the burning in his throat and the ache in his ass, Bomin’s face was a picture of pure bliss. His skin, slick with sweat, glistened under the light. 

Song Jaeho and Kim Seohun, lost in the moment, took turns ravishing Bomin’s holes. He was insatiable, begging for more even as he swallowed their c*cks.

With each tremor that ran through his slender frame, the muscles in his ass clenched tighter around them. It was as if he was experiencing s*x for the first time, his body reacting with an intensity that belied his numerous encounters.

And yet, the marks on his body, the way he moved, whispered of countless experiences. The contradiction was maddening.

“Haa…”

“Ugh…”

The moment Bomin came, cum spurting from his twitching c*ck, both men followed suit, filling him to the brim.

“Bomin-ah, are you alright?”

Kim Seohun, coming back to his senses after emptying himself into Bomin’s mouth, carefully pulled out. Bomin’s lips and the corners of his mouth were flushed, though devoid of any injury.

“Spit it into my hand. Okay?” 

Kim Seohun cupped his hand beneath Bomin’s chin, but Bomin swallowed, sending the intended offering down his throat. 

“…It’s strong.” 

“You really…” 

Kim Seohun sighed, watching Bomin lick his lips, seemingly savoring the taste. Bomin’s flushed skin, dotted with white cum, was an aphrodisiac. 

“Lee Bomin, can you still go for more?”

“Yes. I need more…” 

Song Jaeho pulled Bomin against him, his lips trailing across his flushed cheek. Bomin squirmed as Kim Seohun’s hands kneaded his swollen n*pples. 

Cum, leaking from his twitching entrance, dribbled down his thighs and onto the sofa. 

Kim Seohun swallowed hard. He had just come, and yet, he was already hard again. 

“I think Guide Kim Seohun is ready for more too.”

Song Jaeho smirked, noticing the hungry look in Kim Seohun’s eyes. 

“Lee Bomin.”

“Mhm…”

Song Jaeho spread Bomin’s legs, slipping his fingers into his hole. He scissored them, churning the pooled cum inside. 

“Want to try taking both of us at once?”

“What…!”

Kim Seohun’s eyes widened in alarm. He understood what Song Jaeho was suggesting—two c*cks in that already tight hole—but he was too stunned to speak. 

“Ah…” 

Bomin, nestled against Song Jaeho, his body trembling under his touch, blinked slowly. 

Why were they all obsessed with threesomes? Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, and now these two… It seemed like they all wanted to gang up on his poor hole. 

He met Song Jaeho’s gaze, his hazel eyes burning with excitement. He imagined taking both Song Jaeho and Kim Seohun at once, their c*cks filling him completely. 

Last time, he had been caught off guard, nearly dying from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched by two massive c*cks.

But this time… if they took it slow… 

“What if it… tears?” 

“I’ll be gentle.” 

That was all the confirmation Song Jaeho needed. He grinned, adding more fingers.

He pumped his fingers in and out, excluding his thumb. 

Kim Seohun watched, mesmerized, as Bomin’s soft c*ck hardened under Song Jaeho’s ministrations. 

He knew it was crazy. But Bomin’s consent had sparked something within him.

The thought of two c*cks in that tight hole… it was making his head spin. 

Squish, squish. Bomin moaned, his head rubbing against Song Jaeho’s chest. 

His hands, seeking further stimulation, reached for his neglected n*pples. 

“Hng, ah…” 

“Guide Kim Seohun, lie down.”

“Yes…?”

“On your back.”

Confused, Kim Seohun lay down on the sofa. Fortunately, it was large enough to accommodate him comfortably. 

Song Jaeho, after checking Bomin’s hard c*ck, positioned him on top of Kim Seohun. 

Kim Seohun instinctively wrapped his arms around Bomin, his hands stroking his smooth back. Bomin’s eyes, half-lidded with lust, met his.

Bomin leaned down, his lips capturing Kim Seohun’s in a soft kiss. He nudged his tongue against Kim Seohun’s teeth, and they parted easily, welcoming him in. 

It was the same mouth that had been sucking his c*ck just moments ago. A strange feeling, but fleeting. Kim Seohun, lost in the sweetness of Bomin’s tongue, closed his eyes.

Their heads tilted, tongues tangling as they explored each other’s mouths. The kiss, deep and breathless, was broken by a movement behind them.

Bomin reached back, his hand stroking the stiff c*ck that was pressed against his ass.

“Bomin-ah, are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yes…” 

Kim Seohun, knowing what Bomin was about to do, watched him with concern. Bomin aligned his hole with the head of Kim Seohun’s c*ck and slowly sank down. 

“Hng, ah…” 

His brow furrowed as he felt the initial stretch. Kim Seohun, sensing his discomfort, reached for Bomin’s c*ck, his hand stroking the smooth shaft. 

As he caressed Bomin, his touch sending shivers through him, Bomin’s body relaxed. 

Kim Seohun’s c*ck disappeared inside, leaving only his balls exposed. 

Though he enjoyed sucking c*ck, he preferred to be the one being filled. He leaned back as those tight walls squeezed around him. 

“Your c*ck… it’s really big too.”

Despite his cute face, Kim Seohun was packing some serious heat. Bomin, collapsing onto Kim Seohun’s chest, gasped for air. 

“Lee Bomin, it’s going to hurt at first. Just bear with it.” 

Song Jaeho, sensing that Bomin had calmed down, made his move. Bomin’s position—face down on top of Kim Seohun—offered a clear view of his stretched hole. 

His skin, stretched taut, looked as though it was about to rip. Song Jaeho carefully massaged the area. 

He felt a twinge of disgust as he touched the area surrounding Kim Seohun’s c*ck, but it was necessary to prevent any tearing.

“Hng, ah…”

Bomin whimpered, his forehead pressing against Kim Seohun’s chest as he felt that hard c*ck pressing against him. Kim Seohun watched him with concern. 

“Bomin-ah, does it hurt a lot?”

His own eyes welled up at the sight of Bomin in pain.

“Touch me… here…” 

Bomin guided Kim Seohun’s hand to his chest. He was too weak to move, his body reacting to the sensation of those fingers brushing against his sensitive skin. 

Kim Seohun, obliging, pinched his n*pples, his touch eliciting a gasp. 

Bomin’s body went limp with each pinch, his arousal intensifying.

Song Jaeho, one finger already inside, churned it, his eyes never leaving the stretched entrance. The feeling, different from that of a c*ck, sent shivers down Bomin’s spine. 

It was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. He trembled, his n*pples swelling under Kim Seohun’s touch. His body bucked instinctively. 

His c*ck, trapped between their bodies, twitched, aching for release.

Bomin curled his toes, fighting the urge to cum. Song Jaeho’s c*ck hadn’t even entered yet, just a single finger. 

If he came now, he wouldn’t be able to handle it when Song Jaeho finally breached him.

The unfulfilled pleasure was driving him crazy. He decided it would be better to just get the pain over with.

“Song Jaeho… just hurry…” 

Bomin’s voice was strained as he urged Song Jaeho on. Song Jaeho, his fingers working diligently to create space, positioned himself, aligning his c*ck with Bomin’s stretched hole. 

With a deep breath, he pushed in, his hips driving forward.

“Ah, ah… ngh…” 

Bomin thrashed, his cries echoing through the room. Song Jaeho, worried that he would injure himself, gestured towards Kim Seohun. 

Kim Seohun, gritting his teeth, wrapped his arms around Bomin, holding him still. Saliva dripped from Bomin’s parted lips, soaking Kim Seohun’s chest. 

“Haa…”

Bomin’s entrance, stretched thin, finally yielded, swallowing Song Jaeho’s c*ck. Song Jaeho’s brow furrowed as he felt the tightness, his c*ck throbbing. 

He wanted to bury himself completely and start thrusting, but he knew that would be too much for Bomin to handle. 

Suppressing his urge, he slowly eased his c*ck further in.

“Ah, hng, ah…” 

Despite Song Jaeho’s preparations, taking two c*cks at once was a challenge. Bomin’s eyes rolled back in his head as he gasped for air. 

His blood pounded in his ears, his body straining under the pressure. Kim Seohun, seeing him in such pain, looked distressed. 

“Esper Song Jaeho, Bomin…”

“Wait.”

Kim Seohun was about to ask Song Jaeho to stop, but Song Jaeho had already bottomed out, burying himself completely.

His c*ck vanished inside. Kim Seohun, too, felt the pressure, his c*ck trapped between them, and yet, he was overwhelmed by a strange sense of pleasure that rendered him speechless. He could only watch, his hand instinctively stroking Bomin’s back. 

“My c*ck’s going to snap.”

“Hng… What even…”

The sensation of Song Jaeho’s c*ck rubbing against his wasn’t something he could easily describe. But the feeling of those tight, hot walls clenching around both of them… it was driving him crazy. 

Tears welled up in his eyes as a wave of pleasure washed over him. 

“Bomin-ah…”

“Ah, uh…” 

Bomin was still clearly in pain. He couldn’t even respond properly, just gasping for breath, his face buried against Kim Seohun’s chest. He looked so vulnerable.

“I’m going to start moving now, so just bear with it.”

Song Jaeho, his voice soft, caressed Bomin’s trembling body, his lips brushing against his shoulder.

He knew he was being selfish, but he also knew that Bomin, with his insatiable appetite for s*x, would eventually come to enjoy this.

Song Jaeho pulled back slightly, signaling to Kim Seohun. Kim Seohun, who had been stroking Bomin’s hair, matched Song Jaeho’s rhythm, slowly pulling out as Song Jaeho thrust in.

Their c*cks moved in unison, one entering as the other withdrew. Bomin’s moans gradually changed. 

“Hng, ah…” 

Sweat glistened on their skin as they held back, focusing on Bomin’s comfort. Their instincts screamed at them to just let go, to lose themselves in the pleasure, but they endured.

The most difficult part was when their c*cks brushed against each other within the tight confines of Bomin’s hole. Those warm walls pulsed around them, teasing and tormenting. 

Veins throbbed on their necks and temples. 

Song Jaeho adjusted his position, pulling Bomin back so that his back rested against his chest. Kim Seohun, seeing that Song Jaeho’s c*ck was fully sheathed, got up and moved in front of Bomin, holding him close. 

“Ah, hng… I’m so full…”

“I’ll touch your chest.”

“And… here…”

Kim Seohun’s c*ck slipped back inside as he stood up. Bomin’s stomach, previously flat, was now distended.

Bomin whimpered, his hand resting on his stomach. Song Jaeho obliged, pinching and rolling his n*pples between his fingers. 

Kim Seohun reached for Bomin’s soft, neglected c*ck. It was still slick with cum, making it easy to stroke. 

“Hng, ah, mhm…”

The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the dual stimulation of his chest and c*ck, finally eased the tension in Bomin’s body.