PV Ch.22 Part 3

“Hng, ah, mhm…!” 

Song Jaeho pounded into Bomin, his thrusts hard and fast. 

Bomin, his mouth full of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck, whimpered, his body trembling.

As Song Jaeho bottomed out, the base of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck rubbed against his lower lip.

He gagged as the head of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck pushed against the back of his throat. 

His fingers, gripping Jeong Hotae’s hips, turned white. Jeong Hotae’s eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Bomin’s flushed face.

“Hng… ah…”

Bomin closed his eyes, his senses overwhelmed by Jeong Hotae’s scent. It was a scent he had missed, craved. It made him feel hot.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Song Jaeho pulled Bomin’s legs up, his thighs pressing against the back of Bomin’s. He thrust deep inside, holding him in place. 

“Ah, hng, ah…!”

Bomin’s entrance stretched to accommodate him, his moans echoing in the air. 

He reached for Jeong Hotae, his tear-stained cheek rubbing against his toned abs. 

“Is one not enough for you?”

Song Jaeho slowly pulled out, his eyes fixated on Bomin’s hole, which was pulsing around his c*ck. 

He thrust back in, but Bomin’s hole, still unsatisfied, continued to quiver, seeking more.

Song Jaeho added his thumb, his c*ck and finger stretching Bomin open. His hole, which had struggled to accommodate a single c*ck before, was now eagerly taking both. 

“Hng… I want… both… at once.”

Bomin looked back at Song Jaeho, his gaze pleading. He nuzzled his cheek against Jeong Hotae’s c*ck.

“What do you say, Jeong Hotae?”

Song Jaeho, his fingers tracing Bomin’s spine, asked. 

“Like I could say no.” 

They both preferred to be alone with Bomin, but… they couldn’t refuse him.

They were already living together. It was best to adapt. 

“Look at me.” 

Song Jaeho, using his telekinesis, turned Bomin around. Bomin, still impaled, met Song Jaeho’s gaze. 

“Your eyes are all puffy, but you’re still smiling.” 

Song Jaeho chuckled, flicking Bomin’s nose. Bomin, instead of getting angry, closed his eyes, his lips capturing Song Jaeho’s. 

Their tongues tangled, Bomin’s touch gentle. 

Song Jaeho deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Bomin’s mouth. 

“Don’t hold your breath, Bomin-ah.”

Jeong Hotae, while they were kissing, moved behind Bomin. Song Jaeho’s c*ck was slowly sliding in and out of him. 

Jeong Hotae’s mouth went dry as he watched Bomin’s hole stretching to accommodate Song Jaeho’s girth.

He gently massaged Bomin’s ass, spreading his cheeks. He then circled his entrance with his thumb, making Bomin squirm.

“Hng, ah, mhm…”

Bomin’s hole easily took one finger. Jeong Hotae, needing to create more space, stretched him further. 

His gaze lingered on the sight of Bomin’s flushed inner flesh. He slipped another finger inside. 

Bomin’s hole, already stretched by Song Jaeho’s c*ck, tightened around his fingers. 

“I’m going in.”

“Ah…!” 

Jeong Hotae’s lips brushed against Bomin’s shoulder as he pressed the head of his c*ck against his entrance. 

Bomin trembled, his eyes wide, his eyelashes fluttering.

“It’s okay, Lee Bomin. You’re doing great.” 

Song Jaeho, seeing Bomin’s fear, peppered his face with kisses. 

He buried his face in his neck, sucking on his sensitive skin. 

“Haa, hng…” 

Bomin gasped, his chest heaving. Jeong Hotae, worried, whispered in his ear.

“Should we stop?”

He had only inserted the head, but he could already feel the tightness. The veins on his temples throbbed.

Seeing Bomin in pain was agonizing. 

“N-No…”

Bomin, his trembling hand reaching for Jeong Hotae, shook his head. He wrapped his other arm around Song Jaeho’s neck.

He could feel both their heartbeats against his skin. 

It wasn’t just their upper bodies that were connected. Song Jaeho’s c*ck was buried deep inside him, his heart pounding against his inner walls. 

And Jeong Hotae’s c*ck, still at the entrance, was pulsing, waiting for its turn. 

Bomin’s hole twitched, as if with a life of its own, pulling Jeong Hotae inside.

“Haa…” 

Jeong Hotae groaned, his arm tightening around Bomin’s waist. His hand moved to Bomin’s chest, his fingers teasing his n*pples. 

He thrust forward, taking advantage of Bomin’s distraction. Bomin squirmed, his body sensitive. 

Bomin, his hands gripping Song Jaeho’s shoulders, tilted his head back, his back arching.

“You’re taking us so well, Lee Bomin.”

Song Jaeho nibbled on his Adam’s apple. Bomin’s skin, slick with sweat, tasted sweet. 

“Are you… all the way in?” 

Bomin, his hand resting on his stomach, blinked. It had been a while, and yet, neither of them had started moving.

“Not yet. Almost there.” 

Jeong Hotae, his voice soothing, squeezed his n*pple.

“Hng…” 

He wished they would just start moving. The anticipation was agonizing. It felt as if a giant snake was slowly slithering inside him.

His legs were no longer touching the floor, his body completely supported by them. 

He whimpered, his lips trembling, his grip on Song Jaeho’s shoulders weakening. 

He should have eaten another bowl of ramen.

He had felt full earlier, but now… his energy was quickly depleting.

“This isn’t working. Jeong Hotae, I’ll make him cum. You push in when he’s about to come.” 

Song Jaeho, seeing Bomin’s struggle, reached down, his hand wrapping around Bomin’s leaking c*ck. 

The sensitive flesh throbbed in his hand, eager for his touch. Song Jaeho chuckled, his lips brushing against Bomin’s as he stroked him.

“Mhm, ah…”

He found it amusing that Bomin’s c*ck, despite not being able to be fucked, was acting just like its owner.

He rubbed his thumb against the sensitive tip, making Bomin gasp.

The last bit of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck slipped inside.

Both Jeong Hotae and Song Jaeho grimaced. They were in pain too. 

Bomin’s inner muscles, fighting for survival, were clenching around them mercilessly. 

Song Jaeho quickened his pace. He stroked the head with his thumb, his fingers pumping the shaft.

“Hng, ah, uh… ah…” 

Jeong Hotae’s hand was still on Bomin’s chest, his nails digging into his sensitive n*pples, making Bomin writhe. 

“Ah… I’m… going to…” 

Bomin gasped, his hand tightening around Song Jaeho’s shoulder. Jeong Hotae’s c*ck twitched, reacting to the pressure.

Bomin was stretched to his limit, the pain almost unbearable. But he endured, waiting for the moment the pain would turn to pleasure. 

And as Song Jaeho squeezed, his grip firm… 

“Hng…!”

Bomin came, his cum shooting out. Song Jaeho, his hand moving quickly, used Bomin’s cum to lubricate his c*ck. 

Bomin gasped as he felt the familiar sting. He leaned back, his head rubbing against Jeong Hotae’s shoulder.

Thud! Jeong Hotae, seizing the moment, thrust deep inside, hitting Bomin’s prostate.

“Ah, hng…” 

If you closed your eyes, it sounded like someone dying.

Bomin’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze falling on his distended stomach. It was even rounder than after he had eaten all that ramen. 

“Tell me if it’s too much. I think you’re already hard again.” 

Song Jaeho, his hand stroking Bomin’s hardening c*ck, smiled. He had such a responsive body. 

He turned pain into pleasure, his captivating presence pulling them deeper into his abyss. 

“Hng… Ah… I’m so full…”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes…”

Jeong Hotae, after giving Bomin a moment to adjust, started moving, his hand gently caressing Bomin’s chest.

He nibbled on his earlobe, eliciting a moan. 

Bomin’s ass twitched, his hole clenching around them. 

Jeong Hotae was at his limit. It was agony, holding back like this, those warm walls begging him to move. He wrapped his arm around Bomin’s waist, and finally, he started thrusting.

“This feels… strange.”

Song Jaeho, his hand stroking Bomin’s c*ck, frowned as he felt himself hardening in response to Jeong Hotae’s movements. His c*ck, even though he wasn’t thrusting, was rubbing against Jeong Hotae’s. 

And Bomin’s inner walls were clenching around them, milking them.

“Why are you… just standing there…?”

Bomin, his voice a needy whine, grabbed Song Jaeho’s hair, tugging on it. Song Jaeho’s eyes darkened.

“Hng…!”

He pulled Bomin closer, his teeth sinking into his neck as he thrust upwards.

As Song Jaeho thrust in, Jeong Hotae pulled back, then followed, filling the space Song Jaeho left behind.

“Ah! Hng…! Mhm… Ah…!” 

Bomin’s hole was stretched to its limit, those two thick c*cks taking turns ravaging him.

Squish, squish. The sounds of their bodies, mixed with Bomin’s moans, filled the air.

Bomin’s face was flushed, his body covered in marks. 

He would stiffen whenever their c*cks brushed against each other inside him. Jeong Hotae would then pinch his n*pples, while Song Jaeho would stroke his c*ck, distracting him. 

Bomin’s hands, as he cried, roamed their bodies, his touch light. 

Even as they were fucking him, their expressions were filled with a desperate longing. Bomin, despite the pain, couldn’t help but smile. 

Crying… and laughing…

His thoughts were scattered. Both Jeong Hotae and Song Jaeho, sensing his distraction, reacted instantly.

“Hng…!” 

They both thrust deep inside, their c*cks hitting Bomin’s prostate. 

Bomin’s breath hitched, his body stiffening. 

“Bomin-ah, breathe.”

Jeong Hotae, his hand gently rubbing Bomin’s back, blew air into his mouth. 

Bomin gasped, his vision exploding with stars. He bucked his hips, even as he took in the air Jeong Hotae was giving him.

His hole, as if with a mind of its own, urged them to move. 

Jeong Hotae and Song Jaeho both groaned as they felt Bomin’s inner muscles clenching around them. 

Song Jaeho, his expression worried, caressed Bomin’s cheek.

“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow if you keep this up.” 

“I don’t care… just… hurry…”

Bomin bucked his hips, taking them deeper. 

The sight of those two massive c*cks disappearing and reappearing between his ass cheeks was obscene. 

“B-Bomin-ah…”

“…Seohun?”

Kim Seohun, his eyes wide, stared at them, his jaw slack. His finger pointed at them, trembling.

“These bastards… while I was slaving away…”

Yoon Bisam, who had followed him up to the rooftop, gritted his teeth. He had expected this, but actually seeing it… it made his blood boil. 

“…Is that… even possible?”

Won Seongwoo, just as shocked as Kim Seohun, gaped at them. It was a scientific marvel.

If Bomin’s hole could stretch that much… maybe he could…

He shuddered, taking a step back. 

“Don’t you have any respect for your elders?!”

Han Biseong’s voice was strained. He ran a hand through his messy hair. 

“Bomin-ssi…”

Shi Yu-hyeon’s face was as pale as a forget-me-not, his blue eyes filled with a pained expression. Bomin suddenly felt like a criminal. 

He was fucked.

He loved s*x, but facing five pairs of lust-filled eyes… It made him want to run and hide.