PV Ch.3 Part 5

Shi Yu-hyeon licked his Adam’s apple, as if marking it, the sensation in his throat strangely arousing. Unable to resist any longer, Bomin moved his hand.

He slipped a finger between the parted cheeks of Shi Yu-hyeon’s ass, exposed beneath the pulled-aside underwear.  But unlike the slick tip of his c*ck, the entrance was frustratingly tight. 

The lubricant Shi Yu-hyeon had applied had long since been absorbed.

Shi Yu-hyeon, who had been watching Bomin’s every move, pressed his lips to the crease between Bomin’s flushed, frowning brows. 

“You’re so fucking hot.”

He’d seemed so innocent, so lost, when he’d first opened his eyes. But now, he was radiating a raw, uninhibited lewdness, his every movement, every touch, an invitation. 

“Put your hand here.”

He took Bomin’s hand and guided it to his neck, his lips peppering Bomin’s cheek with light kisses. He buried his face in the crook of Bomin’s neck, inhaling his scent, before reaching for a bottle of lotion.

It wasn’t lube, but it would be better than nothing. He slicked his fingers with the lotion and carefully pushed them inside, feeling the heat of Bomin’s body, the tight clench of his muscles. 

“Haa…”

Bomin’s grip tightened on his neck, his body trembling, and Shi Yu-hyeon soothed him, his hand stroking his back, his fingers stilling inside him. 

“You’re so tight. I’m not sure if this is…” 

“I-It’s okay… I’ve done this… a lot… You can just… go ahead.” 

Was Bomin afraid he would stop? 

His words, whispered against his ear, were a stark reminder of the bruises on his body, the pain he’d endured. Shi Yu-hyeon gritted his teeth, his resolve hardening. 

He might be inexperienced, but he knew that when it came to men, preparation was essential. Most of the people who worked at the bar were either bisexual or gay, the owner and manager being a prime example. It had naturally led to them hiring people with similar preferences, and their clientele reflected that as well. 

There were female staff members, of course, but the ratio was overwhelmingly skewed towards men. 

He’d overheard enough conversations among his coworkers to have a more comprehensive understanding of sex than most people. 

“I won’t hurt you.”

Despite his words, Bomin was trembling, his eyes wide with fear. Shi Yu-hyeon’s lips brushed against his tear-stained cheek, a silent promise, before he started moving again. He pushed his fingers inside, stretching him open, and then added another. 

“Haa… Ahh…”

Bomin moaned, his forehead pressing against Shi Yu-hyeon’s shoulder as he adjusted to the intrusion. Shi Yu-hyeon soothed him, his hand rubbing his back, his fingers moving slowly, patiently. 

He’d been incredibly tight at first, but now, his body was responding, his muscles relaxing, his walls pulsing around his fingers. He was ready for more.

“I’m going in.” 

He reached down, stroking his er*ction, his c*ck hard and heavy against his abdomen. He aligned himself with Bomin’s entrance and began to push inside. 

Bomin’s lips parted in a silent gasp as he felt the size of him, so much bigger than his fingers. Shi Yu-hyeon captured his mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing his moans. 

“Hng… Ahh… Haa…”

He was fully seated now, the length and thickness of his c*ck stretching Bomin open. He’d taken his time, wanting to minimize the pain, and they were both slick with sweat by the time he was fully inside. 

“Haa… Are you okay?”

Bomin’s walls clenched around him, the sensation intense, and Shi Yu-hyeon had to clench his fists to resist the urge to move. He searched Bomin’s face, his gaze worried. 

Bomin’s face was flushed, his eyes glazed with pleasure. His lips, swollen and slick with their combined saliva, were parted, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. 

“I-It’s good…”

Shi Yu-hyeon cupped Bomin’s face in his hands, his touch reverent. He didn’t know this man. He didn’t know his age, his profession, anything about him. 

But at that moment, he felt like he knew him better than anyone else in the world. 

The clenching of Bomin’s walls intensified, the movement rippling through his c*ck, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His lower abdomen, where Bomin’s stomach pressed against him, trembled with the effort of staying still. 

“My name is Shi Yu-hyeon. What’s yours?”

He hadn’t moved. Bomin, who had been writhing beneath him, stilled, his eyes widening. The glaze in his eyes cleared, replaced by confusion. 

“No one’s ever… asked me that before…”

What kind of life had this man led?

Shi Yu-hyeon didn’t think he was being particularly kind, but Bomin was reacting as if he’d never experienced kindness before, his cheeks flushing at the slightest touch. 

Asking someone’s name was basic courtesy, especially when they were… well, currently engaged in this rather intimate activity. 

“I’m curious. Won’t you tell me?”

He forced a smile, pushing down the tumultuous emotions swirling within him. Bomin’s blush deepened. 

“Bomin… Lee Bomin…” 

Lee Bomin. 

He repeated the name silently, savoring the way it felt on his tongue, as sweet and tempting as Bomin’s lips. 

“Bomin-ssi, tell me if it hurts, okay?”

He gently lowered Bomin onto the bed, his c*ck still buried inside, careful not to dislodge himself. Bomin moaned, his head nodding, as he adjusted to the change in position.

He held Bomin’s shoulders, keeping him in place as he slowly pulled back, the sound of their bodies separating echoing in the silent room. Bomin whimpered as his c*ck slipped free, his swollen flesh clinging to Shi Yu-hyeon’s tip. 

“Nghh… Ahh…”

Shi Yu-hyeon’s thrusts became faster, the tip of his c*ck, thicker than Bomin’s wrist, brushing against his entrance, pulling back before plunging deep inside. 

Tears welled up in Bomin’s eyes, and Shi Yu-hyeon leaned down, peppering his face with feather-light kisses. 

With each thrust, with each deep plunge, Bomin’s toes curled, his body arching. 

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small apartment, the rhythm primal, urgent. Bomin’s gaze was fixed on Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck, his eyes wide. 

It was a light pink, almost innocent-looking, the color a testament to Bomin’s inexperience. It was only slightly darker than Bomin’s own c*ck, a beautiful shade that made Shi Yu-hyeon want to lick it, to taste it. 

“Haa… Ahh… Haa…!”

The visual stimulation intensified the pleasure, Bomin’s moans becoming louder, more desperate. His own c*ck, hard and pulsing, twitched with each thrust, prec*m leaking onto his stomach.

This was different from any other sex he’d had. Shi Yu-hyeon was powerful, his movements forceful, but there was a gentleness to his touch, a care that belied his inexperience. The only real pain had been the initial penetration. 

Now, with each thrust, with that thick head hitting that sensitive spot deep inside, Bomin’s head thrashed on the pillow, his moans growing louder. 

“Ahh… Hng… Haa… Haa…!”

He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sounds escaping him, their raw need echoing in the silent room. Shi Yu-hyeon’s hand reached up to caress his lips, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

“You don’t have to hold back.”

Bomin’s gaze locked with his, his eyes pleading, his pupils blown wide. This was… different, overwhelming in a way he hadn’t anticipated. 

Shi Yu-hyeon’s face, usually so calm, so composed, was flushed, his eyes dark with desire. His pale skin highlighted the flush high on his cheekbones, making him look almost… vulnerable. 

Bomin couldn’t resist. He pulled Shi Yu-hyeon’s face down, his lips meeting his in a hungry kiss, his eyes fixed on his, his tongue swirling against his, tasting him, devouring him. 

“Nghh… Ha…” 

Shi Yu-hyeon gasped, his hips bucking instinctively. He lifted Bomin’s hips, tilting him up, driving deeper, the angle making Bomin cry out, the feeling of being filled so completely, so intensely, making his head spin.

Shi Yu-hyeon came with a groan, the feeling of Bomin’s walls milking him, clenching around him like a living thing, sending him over the edge. 

Bomin came too, his own release a hot gush that left him trembling. 

“Haa… Haa…”

“Can we… do it again?” 

Bomin lay limp, his limbs heavy, as if he’d come multiple times. Shi Yu-hyeon, on the other hand, looked energized, his face flushed, his eyes bright. 

He leaned down and kissed Bomin’s lips, the touch featherlight, playful. Bomin’s body was incredibly sensitive, trembling at the slightest touch, and the sight of him, so vulnerable, so responsive, stirred something possessive within Shi Yu-hyeon. 

Bomin nodded weakly, his eyes meeting his, and Shi Yu-hyeon began to move again, his c*ck sliding in and out, the slickness of their combined release making the movements smoother, more fluid. He couldn’t help but push deeper, his thrusts becoming more insistent, the pleasure building. 

Bomin saw stars, his vision blurring. His balls ached, emptied, the last of his c*m leaking out, thin and watery. He was reaching his limit. 

And then, he blacked out, the feeling of Shi Yu-hyeon’s arms around him, holding him close, the last sensation he registered before he drifted into darkness. 

***

“…Bomin-ssi?”

A sense of unease gripped Shi Yu-hyeon as he reached out, his hand brushing against empty sheets. He’d fallen asleep holding Bomin, his body warm and pliant in his arms, his skin clean and smelling faintly of Shi Yu-hyeon’s body wash.

He’d been rough, pushing Bomin to the edge multiple times despite his fever. When Bomin had finally passed out, limp and unresponsive, Shi Yu-hyeon’s heart had lurched, a wave of fear washing over him. 

It wasn’t until he felt Bomin’s steady breathing, the rise and fall of his chest against his own, that he’d been able to relax. 

Guilt had gnawed at him as he’d carried Bomin to the bathroom, cleaning him, his fingers brushing against the sensitive flesh, his own c*ck throbbing with a need that defied logic. 

He’d come hard, the sound of his release echoing in the small bathroom, his body still humming with the aftershocks of their intimacy. He’d apologized silently, pressing a kiss against Bomin’s temple, his heart aching with a strange mix of desire and regret. 

The feel of Bomin’s soft skin against his, the scent of his body wash lingering in the air, had chased away the insomnia that had plagued him for years. He’d fallen asleep stroking Bomin’s face, his body finally surrendering to exhaustion. It was the first time he’d slept soundly since… well, ever.

But it seemed his body had craved more than just a few hours of sleep.

He woke up alone. 

He sat up, his gaze scanning the empty bed, disbelief warring with a strange sense of emptiness. He buried his face in the sheets, inhaling deeply. 

Bomin’s scent lingered, faint but unmistakable. It hadn’t been a dream, then. 

Shi Yu-hyeon abruptly sat up in bed and scanned for any lingering traces of their encounter. He even checked the dryer, but it was already empty. 

He ran around his studio apartment like a madman, hoping to find a note, but there was nothing. 

“… All I know is his name.”

His name, and the fact that his body was sensitive. And judging by the marks left on him and his reactions, Shi Yu-hyeon guessed that his life wasn’t exactly ordinary.

“If it’s fate… we’ll meet again.”

He lay back down, his body sinking into the mattress, the scent of Bomin clinging to the sheets. He closed his eyes, replaying the memories of their night together, the feel of Bomin’s soft skin beneath his fingertips, the way he’d responded to his touch, his moans echoing in his ears. 

He felt a pang of disappointment, a strange ache in his chest. Bomin had left without a trace, without even a phone number. But even as his heart ached with a sense of loss, a small smile curved his lips. 

He couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end. He felt it in his gut, a deep, visceral certainty that the invisible thread connecting him to Bomin hadn’t been severed, that their story wasn’t over.