PV Ch.20 Part 2

“Haa…” 

Jeong Hotae, instead of summoning the shadows, tightened his grip on Bomin’s waist. Bomin’s c*ck hardened in his hand, turning a deep shade of pink. 

Bomin’s toes barely touched the floor. He was lifted with each thrust, his body bouncing against Jeong Hotae. 

“Ah, hng, ah… Good…” 

Bomin moaned, his head rolling back in pleasure.

He felt like he was being impaled, his c*ck twitching as it rubbed against Jeong Hotae’s stomach. His vision would blur with every thrust. 

“Why are you so tight? I thought you said you’ve been with a lot of other people.”

Jeong Hotae’s jaw clenched as he felt those tight muscles clenching around him.

He squeezed Bomin’s n*pples, punishing him. 

“Hng… Yours… I like yours the best…”

Bomin, however, seemed to find even the pain pleasurable. He turned his head, his tongue darting out. 

Jeong Hotae leaned down, sucking on his tongue. His hand was stroking Bomin’s c*ck, the other pinching his n*pples.

The only thing keeping Bomin upright was the c*ck buried deep inside him.

“Mhm, ah…”

Bomin’s inner walls contracted, milking him. 

Jeong Hotae’s thrusts became more frantic. Bomin, unable to swallow, drooled, a trail of saliva dripping down his chin. 

His c*ck, twitching, was getting ready to c*m again. 

“You’re so… tight and warm.”

Jeong Hotae groaned, his teeth nipping at Bomin’s ear. 

His kisses, rough and possessive, weren’t confined to his ear. He left a mark on Bomin’s neck, dark and visible. 

He then moved to his shoulder, biting and sucking, his tongue soothing the marks he left behind. 

“Ah, it hurts…” 

“Just hurts? Should I stop?” 

“No…” 

Bomin shook his head, his vision blurred. He couldn’t tell if it was the water, or the tears welling up in his eyes. He enjoyed this, being with Jeong Hotae, but… he couldn’t stop crying.

Jeong Hotae, feeling his slight tremble, paused.

“Hng…” 

He turned Bomin around, his legs wrapping around Jeong Hotae’s waist. Jeong Hotae pressed him against the wall, his hand gently caressing his tear-stained face. 

“What’s wrong, Bomin-ah?”

His voice was soft, a stark contrast to their rough lovemaking. Bomin, unable to explain his tears, clung to Jeong Hotae’s neck.

They were still connected, their bodies joined. Bomin rubbed his face against Jeong Hotae’s neck.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No…”

“Did I do something to upset you?”

Bomin shook his head. It felt… unreal. Now that he was with Jeong Hotae, his memories of the time they spent apart came flooding back.

“I was… lonely…” 

Bomin gasped, the words tumbling out of his mouth, releasing a fraction of the pain he had been holding inside.

“I missed you so much… and… no one knew… where you were…” 

Jeong Hotae gently stroked his hair, his hand moving soothingly. He ignored the tightening of Bomin’s inner muscles, the way Bomin’s hole was milking him. This wasn’t the time to indulge in his own desires.

“You were… everywhere in the apartment… but you were gone… S*x with others… wasn’t the same… I was… so sad… so lonely…”

Jeong Hotae’s heart ached as he listened to him, those fragmented words painting a vivid picture of Bomin’s suffering. 

He pressed his cheek against the top of Bomin’s head. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” 

He had no other words to offer, only apologies. He felt like a criminal, even though it wasn’t entirely his fault. The scars he had inflicted on Bomin would never truly heal. 

“You won’t… leave me again, right? You’re not… going to abandon me…?”

Bomin finally looked up, his eyes red and swollen. His gaze, filled with longing, was as fragile as a butterfly’s wings.

“Never. I’ll never leave you. Not even… in death.” 

His words were possessive, but they filled Bomin with a sense of comfort. 

“Good. Stay by my side. No matter what I do… don’t leave me.”

Bomin rubbed his cheek against Jeong Hotae’s, like a cat seeking affection. 

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

“…Okay.” 

Bomin smiled, reassured by Jeong Hotae’s words. Jeong Hotae closed his eyes, his lips capturing Bomin’s.

He had distanced himself to protect Bomin. And yet, Bomin had been taken from him. He had woken up in a strange world, alone. 

He wouldn’t lose Bomin again. He wouldn’t let him go. 

“Ah, hng, mhm…”

Jeong Hotae lifted him up as if he were a child. Bomin’s hole, stretched around his c*ck, throbbed with each thrust.

Bomin’s toes curled, his body trembling. He moaned, his voice strained. 

“Hotae-ah… Hng… Hotae-ah…”

He chanted Jeong Hotae’s name as if it were a prayer. 

His eyes, even as he was being pounded relentlessly, never left Jeong Hotae’s face. 

“Yes, Bomin-ah. I’m here.” 

His voice was desperate, like a child who had lost their parents. Jeong Hotae met his gaze, his eyes filled with tenderness. 

It was a stark contrast to the rough way he was fucking him. He pressed Bomin against the wall as he started to slide down under the water.

The tiles, though warmed by the steam, were still hard. 

He placed his arm between Bomin’s back and the wall, his thrusts becoming more forceful. 

“Ah, haaa…!” 

Bomin’s moans, fueled by the heat that was building within him, echoed through the bathroom.

He cried out, his voice hoarse from all the screaming. 

He bit his lip, realizing that he was the only one making noise.

“Don’t hold back.” 

Jeong Hotae’s tongue soothed his bitten lip. Bomin relaxed his jaw, his mouth parting slightly. 

Jeong Hotae took the opportunity, his tongue slipping past his lips. Bomin met it with his own.

Bomin bit down hard as Jeong Hotae’s thrusts made his ass ache. He almost bit Jeong Hotae’s tongue. 

Jeong Hotae, worried about hurting him, tried to pull back, but Bomin, like a lover clinging to their ex, chased after his retreating lips.

“Mhm, ah, mhm…”

The sounds of their kissing were as erotic as the sounds of their bodies slapping together. Bomin’s eyelashes, wet with tears and water, fluttered against Jeong Hotae’s cheek. 

Jeong Hotae, as if to soothe him, gently kissed his swollen lips. He trailed kisses down his jawline, then to his earlobe, which was flushed red. 

“You want to come?”

“Yes…”

Bomin’s voice was soft, his shoulders slumping slightly. Jeong Hotae’s voice, too, was low and husky.

“Let’s come together this time. Can you handle it?” 

“No… Hng, ah…!” 

Bomin’s c*ck, pressed between their bodies, was fully erect. 

He had been on the verge of coming when Jeong Hotae spoke, his body instinctively pushing back.

But Jeong Hotae, as if he hadn’t heard him, pressed his finger against Bomin’s slit, preventing him from releasing, and thrust deep inside.

Bomin’s head hit the wall as he arched his back, his body on fire. He was so close, and yet he couldn’t c*m.

“Don’t hold your breath.” 

Jeong Hotae, his lips pressing against Bomin’s cheek, lifted him up like a doll.

He pulled out until only the head of his c*ck remained inside. Bomin’s inner flesh stretched, clinging to him. 

“Ah… W-Wait…!”

Bomin, anticipating what was to come, tightened his grip on Jeong Hotae’s shoulders. 

“Aah…!”

Jeong Hotae, without hesitation, pulled Bomin down, his c*ck burying itself deep inside. 

Bomin’s eyes squeezed shut as tears streamed down his face. It felt as if his throat was being stretched open. His heart pounded in his chest, his hole throbbing as if it had become a second heart. 

His face, flushed with pleasure, twitched. 

“I… I want to c*m… Please let go…” 

He would have released, his c*m shooting out, if it weren’t for Jeong Hotae’s finger pressing against his slit. 

Unable to move, he opened his eyes, his gaze pleading. 

“Just a little longer.”

Jeong Hotae, his voice soft, lifted him up again, then brought him down, his c*ck repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot.

“Ah, hng, ah…!”

Jeong Hotae’s brow furrowed as he felt Bomin clenching around him. 

Bomin’s inner muscles, sensitized by the prolonged edging, were milking him with every thrust.

He hit that sweet spot again. Bomin’s inner walls contracted, as if trying to bite him.

“Bomin-ah…” 

“Ah, ah…!”

Jeong Hotae groaned, calling out Bomin’s name as he came, his c*m filling him to the brim.

The shadows released Bomin’s wrists at the same time. Bomin’s c*ck, twitching, spurted, his c*m hitting the wall.

“Hng, ah, mhm…”

Bomin, his vision blurring, clung to Jeong Hotae. He gasped, the sheer volume of c*m overwhelming him. 

He coughed, his c*m dribbling down his chin. But his c*ck was still hard, his body craving more. 

Jeong Hotae’s c*ck, too, was still hard, as if it hadn’t just come. He slowly moved inside him, savoring the feeling.

He held Bomin close, whispering the words he had been longing to say.

“Bomin-ah, I love you.” 

It was a moment he had longed for, dreamed of.