PV Ch.23 Part 1

#23. Eightsome

Bomin, his gaze trembling, looked at Jeong Hotae and Song Jaeho, both still hard. There were seven of them in total. He briefly thought of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, only… a much more adult version. 

He blinked, then suddenly wrapped his arms around Song Jaeho’s neck. 

“Hng…”

Song Jaeho, unfazed by the audience, thrust into Bomin, his movements slow and deliberate. 

“Tell me if you don’t want to do this, Bomin-ah.”

Jeong Hotae, unlike Song Jaeho, was patiently waiting. Bomin, his initial nervousness fading, decided to embrace the situation.

This was bound to happen eventually, living in the same house. 

He had brought them all here for this—for a life filled with endless, pleasurable s*x.

And he wasn’t satisfied yet. He needed more.

“No, I want to.”

He looked back at them, his gaze meeting each of theirs. 

He felt a twinge of guilt as he saw Kim Seohun, tears welling up in his eyes. But there was no turning back now.

“If you’re going to join… then…”

He moaned, his face flushing with each thrust. Jeong Hotae, sensing his consent, resumed his movements. 

“Ah, hng, ugh, hng…”

He cried out, his brows furrowing whenever their c*cks brushed against each other inside him. 

Jeong Hotae’s hand rested on his stomach, which was distended, as if he were pregnant.

“Ahh…”

Bomin moaned, his body thrashing. 

“Only an idiot could resist this.”

Han Biseong was the first to move. He ripped off his shirt, throwing it on the ground. 

His chest heaved with each step he took. He cupped Bomin’s face, his lips capturing his.

“Mhm, hng…”

He invaded Bomin’s mouth, his tongue exploring every inch. He would lick Bomin’s throat, then pull back, his rough tongue scraping against his sensitive flesh. 

His tongue was like a greedy beast, devouring even Bomin’s saliva. 

“Lee Bomin, feeling good?” 

It was a deep, possessive kiss that sent shivers down Bomin’s spine. Bomin, his eyes glazed over, nodded.

Song Jaeho, his hand kneading Bomin’s ass, thrust upwards. 

“Haa… ah…” 

Bomin, his body reacting to the intense stimulation, pulled away from Han Biseong. Han Biseong caught his head, his tongue soothing his bruised lips.

His lips trailed down Bomin’s neck, stopping at his erect n*pple.

“Hng, ah… that feels good…”

He sucked on it, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. His other hand massaged Bomin’s chest.

“This position is awkward…”

Song Jaeho frowned. He couldn’t feel Bomin’s chest anymore, only Han Biseong’s hair. But his c*ck was still buried deep inside Bomin, his movements relentless. 

Jeong Hotae, his head bent, took Bomin’s earlobe into his mouth. He wanted to monopolize Bomin, but he couldn’t help but lose himself in the moment, in the sounds of Bomin’s pleasure.

“Ah, hng…”

Han Biseong’s hand kneaded Bomin’s chest, his fingers pinching his n*pples. Bomin’s skin flushed. 

Every touch, every flick of their tongues, sent a jolt of electricity through him. He whimpered, his body writhing, his toes curling as his insides were churned. 

It was his first time being with three people. And Han Biseong was so focused on his chest that he felt like he was going to come from that alone. 

A jolt of pleasure shot through him as his n*pple was caught between Han Biseong’s teeth. Han Biseong’s tongue then circled his areola, his lips sucking on his n*pple. Bomin, overwhelmed, grabbed his hair, his grip tightening. 

He pushed his chest closer, wordlessly begging for more. Han Biseong, his lips curling into a smile, obliged, sucking harder. 

“I… I…” 

Bomin trembled, his words incoherent. Song Jaeho, his hand cupping Bomin’s balls, thrust upwards. 

As Song Jaeho pulled out, Jeong Hotae thrust in, both c*cks taking turns filling him. 

“Ah, ah…”

Bomin’s body stiffened. His legs, which had been weakly kicking, went limp. 

A clear fluid, different from c*m, leaked from his c*ck, soaking his groin. 

“Did you piss yourself?”

Song Jaeho chuckled, his lips pressing against Bomin’s cheek. But Bomin was too far gone to react, his body still trembling.

“You two are done, so move.” 

Han Biseong, pulling Bomin against him, took possession. Song Jaeho, with a reluctant sigh, stepped back.

Their c*cks, despite having just come, were still hard. They watched Bomin, their gazes filled with desire, as they wiped their c*m off with their hands.

“How much did you even c*m…”

Han Biseong slipped his fingers inside Bomin, his hand moving in a hooking motion to remove the excess c*m. 

“Hng, ah…”

“I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me if you don’t like it.” 

Bomin, his head buried against Han Biseong’s chest, moaned softly. Han Biseong lifted his chin. 

His eyes, unfocused, slowly fluttered open. 

“Let’s… go to the gazebo…” 

There was a large gazebo on the rooftop, big enough for all of them to lie down in. 

It was exhausting, being held up in the air like this. 

Han Biseong, seeing the gazebo, scooped Bomin into his arms. 

“The floor is hard… Here…” 

Kim Seohun, taking off his shirt, spread it on the floor of the gazebo. Bomin’s body was covered in marks, his ass especially red and swollen. Kim Seohun winced. 

“Seohun-ah, come here…” 

Bomin reached out a hand towards him. Kim Seohun rushed over, taking Bomin’s hand, his lips pressing against his fingertips.

“Ah…”

“I’m really desperate.”

Han Biseong, ignoring them, flipped Bomin onto his stomach, pulling him towards him. Kim Seohun wrapped his arms around Bomin’s chest. 

He had taken off his shirt, and Bomin could feel his hot breath against his skin.

“B-Bomin-ah…” 

Bomin, like a cat, licked his n*pple. Kim Seohun shuddered, his hand trembling as he stroked Bomin’s hair. 

“You’re ready, so I’m going in.”

Han Biseong, spreading Bomin’s cheeks, slipped his thumb inside, pumping it in and out. Bomin’s hole, still stretched from their earlier activities, easily took him. 

“Hng…” 

He aligned himself, slowly pushing in. It was a sensation he would never get used to, no matter how many times he experienced it. Bomin closed his eyes, his face buried against Kim Seohun’s chest.

“Does it… hurt a lot?” 

Kim Seohun caressed his cheek, his lips brushing against his sweaty forehead. 

“I-It’s okay…”

Han Biseong, unlike before, was being careful. His eyes were focused on Bomin’s entrance as he slowly moved inside. 

Bomin’s body was still trembling with aftershocks. He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Han Biseong’s c*ck as it filled him. 

“Hng, ah…”

Bomin collapsed against Kim Seohun’s thigh, his body relaxing as he felt himself being filled.

“It’s… swollen…”

“Well… yeah…”

Slender fingers brushed against the fabric of his pants, where a prominent bulge was clearly visible. Kim Seohun bit his lip so hard it turned white.

Only a eunuch could remain unmoved by the sight of Bomin, impaled and looking so utterly wanton.

“I’ll suck you off. Unzip me…”

Bomin’s body swayed like a ship on the waves. Han Biseong, despite his earlier claims of impatience, was moving slowly, savoring the feeling.

Bomin was still slick even after having the c*m removed. Wet sounds filled the air with each thrust.

Kim Seohun, his hands trembling, unbuckled his belt. The front of his underwear was stained a darker color.

“Hng…”

Bomin’s lips grazed the wet fabric. Even though Kim Seohun wasn’t moving, Han Biseong’s thrusts were pushing him forward, his mouth nearing Kim Seohun’s c*ck. 

Kim Seohun’s c*ck sprung free as he pulled down his underwear, slapping Bomin’s cheek. 

“Sorry…” 

Kim Seohun’s cheeks were flushed. He looked so cute apologizing that Bomin wanted to tease him. He grinned, taking Kim Seohun’s c*ck into his mouth, swallowing it whole.

“Ah…”

Kim Seohun’s c*ck was hot, the feeling of Bomin’s mouth around him overwhelming. He leaned back, his hand instinctively grabbing Bomin’s hair. He immediately loosened his grip, realizing his mistake. 

Bomin, sensing his hesitation, tightened his throat around him. 

“Hng, Bomin-ah…” 

Kim Seohun bucked his hips, as if the floor was burning him. His c*ck, with each movement, hit the back of Bomin’s throat. 

“Hng… S-Stop…”

Bomin’s inner muscles clenched around Han Biseong’s c*ck as he struggled to breathe. Han Biseong, the pressure almost unbearable, groaned, his hands gripping Bomin’s hips. 

“I was trying to hold back, but you’re making it difficult.”

He started thrusting, his movements forceful, Bomin’s face hitting his pubic bone. 

Kim Seohun, alarmed, tried to pull away, but Han Biseong was too fast. 

“Hng, mhm…”

Bomin, his eyes closed, clung to Kim Seohun. He couldn’t think straight, his body consumed by the pleasure of Han Biseong’s relentless thrusts. 

He was struggling to breathe with a c*ck down his throat, and yet, his own c*ck was leaking prec*m. 

“Are you really going to do it with all of us? At once? Are you sure you can handle it?” 

Yoon Bisam, standing beside him, poked Bomin’s twitching c*ck with a finger. 

“Mhm…”

Bomin nodded weakly, his tear-filled eyes scanning those who hadn’t joined in yet. 

Won Seongwoo was blushing, his eyes glazed over, while Shi Yu-hyeon was clenching his fists, as if trying to hold himself back. 

Bomin, reaching out, grabbed Yoon Bisam’s crotch. He, too, was hard. 

Yoon Bisam’s eyes narrowed as Bomin’s hand moved over his clothed erection. 

“Tell me if it gets too much. I have a potion.”

Yoon Bisam, seeing Bomin’s determination, pulled out a small blue vial. 

He was struggling to control himself. All he wanted was to bury his c*ck inside Bomin. 

He unbuckled his belt, pulling out his c*ck. Bomin wrapped his hand around it, his own hand covering Bomin’s. 

“Haa…” 

His c*ck throbbed in Bomin’s hand, growing even larger. 

Yoon Bisam reached for Bomin’s c*ck, his hand gently stroking it. It felt like kneading dough, soft and pliable.

“Hng, ah, mhm…” 

Bomin licked and sucked, his mouth working diligently. His other hand reached for Yoon Bisam’s c*ck, his fingers tracing the veins. Kim Seohun, watching them, felt tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Bomin-ah… Bomin-ah…”

His voice was hoarse, his cries filled with a desperate longing.

“This is fucking amazing.” 

Han Biseong groaned, his c*ck burying itself deep inside Bomin. 

Bomin’s ass, red and swollen, bounced against him. 

“N-Not… there…”

Han Biseong, bending down, wrapped his arms around Bomin’s chest, holding him still as he hit his prostate.

“Ahh…!”

Bomin’s eyes flew open, his body arching as he was filled to the brim.

“Hng, ah, mhm…!” 

Kim Seohun, unable to hold back any longer, came inside Bomin, his grip on Bomin’s hair tightening unconsciously. 

Han Biseong, his c*ck still buried deep, continued grinding against Bomin’s prostate, making Bomin’s eyes roll back in his head. 

He felt like he was drowning in c*m. His thoughts scattered, his mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.