PV Ch.16 Part 2

Bomin’s slender legs were tangled with theirs. 

Song Jaeho’s thighs were the thickest and most muscular, but Kim Seohun’s body was lean and toned, his muscles well-defined. 

Between the two of them, Bomin’s legs looked incredibly pale and delicate. The contrast was so stark that anyone watching would have been drawn to the sight of Bomin trapped between them. 

“Haa… Ah, hng…!” 

The moment Bomin’s c*ck hardened fully, Song Jaeho and Kim Seohun picked up their pace. The combined sensations were overwhelming. 

Bomin’s toes curled as he was pounded relentlessly. Kim Seohun, holding his thrashing legs, left marks on his smooth skin. 

The sight of those two massive c*cks disappearing and reappearing between Bomin’s small ass was obscene, enough to make anyone blush. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, hng… Ah…!”

Song Jaeho, his lips brushing against Bomin’s ear, squeezed his n*pples. Bomin’s slender body convulsed, his inner muscles clenching around the c*cks inside him. 

“Bomin-ah… You’re so beautiful…”

Kim Seohun’s face was flushed with pleasure, his eyes filled with tears. If one were to judge solely by his expression, they would have thought he was the one being taken. 

“Your face… hng… Your reactions…”

Bomin, despite being on the verge of losing himself in the pleasure, chuckled at Kim Seohun’s words. 

“Did you know it makes me clench when you touch my n*pples?”

Song Jaeho, licking a stray tear from Bomin’s cheek, continued to tease him. Fortunately, Bomin was taking them well. He was stretching nicely, accommodating their rough treatment without tearing.

Kim Seohun’s c*ck, hardened in Bomin’s hand, was ready to blow. His balls were drawn up tight. 

“Hng, ah…!”

Song Jaeho, pulling on Bomin’s n*pples, raked his nails down the swollen flesh. Bomin bit his lip, trying to hold back, but a moan escaped his lips. 

And at that moment, white cum erupted from his c*ck, splattering across both him and Kim Seohun. 

“You’re squeezing so tight…” 

Bomin’s inner muscles had clenched around him during his orgasm, sending Kim Seohun over the edge. 

His hot cum filled Bomin, the sensation overwhelming. Bomin bucked like a fish on a hook, his body convulsing with pleasure. 

“You’re so hot, Lee Bomin.” 

Bomin, overwhelmed, clung to Song Jaeho’s neck, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. Song Jaeho, lifting Bomin off the sofa with a powerful thrust, buried himself deeper.

Kim Seohun, still reeling from his own orgasm, was quickly growing hard again, spurred on by the sight of them. 

“Haa…! Ah, hng…!” 

Bomin writhed with each thrust, his moans echoing through the room. Tears streamed down his face, staining his cheeks. 

His thighs and ass, bruised from hitting against their hips, were just as flushed as his chest, littered with marks from their teeth and lips. He was a mess of colors.

His gaze fell on his distended stomach, looking as if he were pregnant. His skin, stretched to its limit, made him cry out. 

“Ah, haa…! Hng, ah…!” 

“Bomin-ah, Bomin-ah…”

Kim Seohun, unable to resist the sight of Bomin so completely lost in pleasure, leaned in, his thrusts becoming as frantic as Song Jaeho’s. He showered Bomin’s flushed skin with kisses, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of marks. 

“It’s so swollen… Can you see it?” 

Song Jaeho pressed his hand against Bomin’s stomach, drawing his attention. He could feel the heat through Bomin’s thin skin, his palm almost burning. 

It wasn’t long before all three of them were overcome with a wave of shared pleasure.

“Ah, hng, uh… Ah…!” 

Bomin’s eyes flew open, his body trembling as his cum shot into the air. His pupils were dilated, his gaze unfocused. 

His inner walls, stretched by the two c*cks, contracted, milking them. The intensity was unbearable, driving both Song Jaeho and Kim Seohun to their limits.

And then they both came, their cum flooding Bomin.

Bomin, whimpering, went limp, his body succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Bomin-ah…!”

“Haa… He’s just exhausted.”

Kim Seohun, alarmed, cupped Bomin’s face. Even unconscious, Bomin’s body continued to tremble with aftershocks.

“Slowly pull out, Guide Kim Seohun.”

Song Jaeho gently lifted Bomin into his arms, his movements gentle as he brushed Bomin’s damp hair away from his forehead and kissed him. 

“It’s so swollen…” 

Kim Seohun carefully withdrew, followed by Song Jaeho. His eyes widened as he saw the state of Bomin’s entrance.

His inner flesh, red and raw, was still twitching. 

Fortunately, Bomin’s hole, so easily stretched, had already returned to its normal size. 

But it was still incredibly swollen, making Kim Seohun wince. He had gotten caught up in the moment, but seeing Bomin’s exhausted face filled him with guilt. 

“Knowing Lee Bomin, he’ll probably be asking for a threesome again soon.”

Song Jaeho wasn’t exactly feeling great either. But he knew Bomin well enough to know that he wouldn’t shy away from demanding another round, or perhaps even adding another participant. 

“Ah, the call…”

Song Jaeho, carrying Bomin towards the bathroom, stopped as a loud buzzing sound filled the room.

He had almost forgotten—he was supposed to be leaving for China tomorrow. 

It was part of the deal he had made with the President in order to go after Bomin. In exchange for their temporary absence, the S-rank Espers were to be sent to China to clear several S-rank dungeons.

“Guide Kim Seohun, take him.”

“Yes…”

Song Jaeho sighed, handing Bomin to Kim Seohun. Kim Seohun carefully cradled Bomin in his arms. 

“The S-rank Espers, including myself, are going to be away for a while. Here’s my personal number. Call me immediately if anything happens to Lee Bomin.”

Kim Seohun, at Song Jaeho’s gesture, handed him his phone. There was a time when he would have been ecstatic to have Song Jaeho’s personal contact information. 

But now, the number was just another tool to ensure Bomin’s well-being.

“And try to keep him from attracting any more trouble, if you can.”

Bomin was already entangled with a handful of men. The last thing they needed was another competitor.

“Leave it to me.”

Kim Seohun nodded resolutely. He didn’t want Bomin to meet anyone new either.

* * *

“Ugh, my whole body aches…” 

“Oh, Bomin-ah, you’re awake?”

Bomin groaned as he opened his heavy eyelids. He was starting to realize just how resilient his hole was. 

It had been excruciatingly painful when he was with Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, but this time… the pain had been fleeting, replaced by waves of ecstasy.

His hips twitched as he remembered the feeling of two c*cks stretching him open, filling him completely.

Kim Seohun, who had been sitting beside the bed, reading, took off his glasses and set the book aside. 

“Bomin-ah…”

He watched, speechless, as Bomin, still half-asleep, rubbed his hard c*ck against the sheets. 

“…Want me to help you with that?”

After a moment of hesitation, Kim Seohun lifted the blanket covering Bomin. He had cleaned Bomin up last night, dressing him in one of his white shirts. The curve of his ass was on full display. 

“Hmm… With what?”

Bomin, lost in his hazy memories, looked up at Kim Seohun, his eyes unfocused. 

“A blowjob…” 

Kim Seohun’s face was flushed, his ears burning red. He was either embarrassed by Bomin’s blatant morning wood, or by the words that had just left his mouth. 

“Yes. Please…”

Bomin’s voice was languid as he shifted his position, offering a better view of his c*ck. 

It was fully erect, a bead of precum clinging to the tip. 

Kim Seohun swallowed hard, climbing onto the bed. He knelt between Bomin’s spread legs. 

His gaze fell on Bomin’s entrance, now that his legs were no longer in the way. 

“Is it… Does it hurt?” 

The swelling had subsided thanks to the recovery potion. But he still couldn’t help but worry, his eyes carefully examining Bomin’s abused hole. 

“It’s itchy…” 

His body might have ached, but his hole… it was tingling with need. Bomin reached down, stroking his c*ck before slipping a finger inside. 

“My hole is really stretchy, isn’t it?” 

His voice, hoarse from all the moaning, sent shivers down Kim Seohun’s spine. His vocal cords, strained from all the screaming, were still recovering. 

His voice, laced with sleep, was husky and low, stirring something deep within Kim Seohun. 

“Y-Yes, it is…”

Kim Seohun’s reply was sincere, his gaze dropping. Bomin’s ass twitched as Kim Seohun’s tongue darted out to lick the reddened flesh surrounding his hole. 

He continued licking until the area glistened with saliva, then, carefully, he slipped his tongue inside. 

He could feel the outline of Bomin’s finger against his tongue, his senses overwhelmed by the texture of those tight walls. 

“You may be shy… but you’re always so eager when we’re doing it…” 

Bomin bit his lip as the tingling sensation intensified. He had found it endearing how Kim Seohun had cried while fucking him. 

Perhaps it was because, unlike the others, Kim Seohun wasn’t afraid to show his vulnerability.

“It’s like… you have honey down there…”

“…I think I’ve lost my mind.” 

Bomin’s hole wasn’t a flower; there was no way it could produce honey. And yet, there was Kim Seohun, his eyes glazed over, his tongue repeatedly probing his entrance.

Bomin pulled his hand out, the sensation of Kim Seohun’s rough tongue against his finger was too much to handle. He ran his fingers through Kim Seohun’s soft, thick, slightly curly hair. 

“Ah… That feels good…” 

Kim Seohun, enjoying Bomin’s touch, pressed his lips against his entrance, sucking gently. The sensation was different from being filled, but it was just as pleasurable, the feeling pooling in his lower abdomen.

Bomin tightened his grip on Kim Seohun’s hair, his other hand instinctively reaching for his c*ck, stroking it rhythmically. 

Squish, squish. The sounds of their bodies rubbing together, lubricated by precum, filled the room. Bomin’s hole, relaxed by Kim Seohun’s ministrations, twitched. 

Kim Seohun, tempted to take it further, hesitated before pulling away. Instead, he ran his tongue along Bomin’s perineum. 

“Hng…”

Bomin’s hips bucked as Kim Seohun’s tongue swirled around his balls. 

His thighs, spread wide, tightened around Kim Seohun’s head as his body trembled.

Kim Seohun, after sucking on Bomin’s inner thighs, finally took his c*ck into his mouth.

“Ah, haa…” 

Bomin’s head lolled back as he felt the warm, wet sensation of Kim Seohun’s mouth on his sensitive skin. A tear escaped his eye.

“Cute…”

“Who– Who’s cute…?”

Kim Seohun’s cheek puffed out as he spoke, his tongue swirling around Bomin’s c*ck. Bomin chuckled, amused by the sight of him—like a squirrel stuffing its cheeks with acorns. 

Bomin sat up, cupping Kim Seohun’s face in his hands. He had small hands for his height. 

But they were perfect for holding Kim Seohun’s face. Kim Seohun’s features, delicate and balanced, were framed by his swollen lips, still glistening from sucking Bomin off.

Bomin peppered his lips with kisses, chuckling at the way Kim Seohun’s face flushed even deeper than when he had been sucking him off. 

“Do you want to live with me forever? I’ll treat you well.”