PV Ch.1 Part 2

Bomin was smiling to himself, anticipating what was to come. It was then that the door flew open with a bang.

“Lee Bomin.”

The appearance of the man who barged in as if he owned the place only intensified the smile playing on Bomin’s lips.

The man had a mischievous glint in his eyes, framed by a distinct lack of double eyelids.

Han Biseong let his hair grow out without much care, long enough to be considered unkempt by most. In contrast, the man standing before Bomin now sported a stylishly short cut, complete with soft waves.

His small face was perfectly proportioned, his features arranged as if by golden ratio. His lips, a soft pink perhaps a touch full for a man, stretched into a refreshing smile as he met Bomin’s gaze.

“I’m in dire need of guiding.”

Bomin immediately recognized him as Song Jaeho, the telekinetic S-rank esper. Seeing his much-touted good looks come to life before his very eyes, Bomin felt his chest swell with excitement.

Judging by the way small objects were floating haphazardly around him, his urgency seemed genuine.

“Did someone swing by? What’s with the state of this bed?”

However, he stopped in his tracks, recoiling from the pungent smell of s*men permeating the room.

“Han Biseong.”

“Ugh, that guy never thinks about the people coming after him.”

Song Jaeho waved his large hand dismissively, a futile attempt to dissipate the overwhelming odor. He pinched his nose with his other hand.

His actions brought a smirk to Bomin’s face. It was only a matter of time before he, too, would be spilling his seed either inside Bomin or all over those sheets.

Despite his own preference for cleanliness, Bomin couldn’t help but smile at Song Jaeho’s grimace.

Song Jaeho, met with Bomin’s clear, yet subtly seductive smile, felt his ears flush with warmth.

“And why are you looking so pleased with yourself? This morning you were sending me all those texts complaining…”

Song Jaeho’s words dissolved into nothingness as their lips met. Bomin, ignoring the throbbing pain in his lower body with each step, closed the distance between them.

He wasn’t about to let this new partner go without a taste. A passionate romp followed by collapsing back onto the bed sounded like a much better plan.

“Hmm, hey, what’s the big ide-“

Due to their considerable height difference, Bomin had to stand on his tiptoes to reach him. He grabbed Song Jaeho’s face, tilting his head up with enough force to bruise.

Song Jaeho’s tongue, initially hesitant and only able to offer a feeble resistance against the intrusion, gradually began responding to Bomin’s advances.

Bomin wasn’t just skilled in the art of loosening someone up; he was also quite adept at using his mouth.

Even the most worn-out d*cks, upon entering Bomin’s mouth, would stiffen as if they’d been given a dose of some miracle drug. Turning guys who bragged about their stamina into shuddering messes was one of Bomin’s little hobbies.

“Haa, your kissing… heut, skills are…”

Song Jaeho lost all coherent thought as the tip of Bomin’s tongue swirled around his own, teasing and tempting. It wasn’t like this was his first kiss, but the intensity of Bomin’s ministrations made every other kiss before this fade from memory.

When Bomin started sucking on his tongue as if it were a hard candy, making small popping sounds, Song Jaeho was sure he was about to pass out.

“Play with your fingers here.”

Bomin, his entrance already swollen, beckoned Song Jaeho’s hand closer, his lips parting slightly as if eager to welcome another intrusion.

Song Jaeho found himself swept away by Bomin’s uncharacteristic forwardness. It felt only natural to obey, slipping a finger into the waiting heat.

Past the soft, marshmallow-like entrance, his finger was engulfed, the walls clenching and pulsing around him.

“You can put all three in now. Han Biseong’s been working me over pretty good.”

“This is crazy…”

While Bomin was always more receptive to s*xual guiding than other guides, he rarely engaged in such blatant dirty talk.

His face, normally a picture of innocence, seemed to shift. His flushed cheeks and suggestive words painted a picture of pure seduction. Song Jaeho felt his self-control slipping away.

Without hesitation, he plunged two more fingers in, stretching Bomin mercilessly.

The way Bomin’s brows furrowed slightly in pain only intensified his allure. As if in a trance, Song Jaeho brushed his lips against those furrowed brows and lifted Bomin’s body.

Bomin wrapped his arms around Song Jaeho’s neck and his legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Song Jaeho glanced at the bed. Changing the sheets now would take far too long. Instead, he walked towards the wall, pushing Bomin along with him.

“Ughh…” 

Bomin’s shoulder blades hit the wall with a thud. A tremor ran through him, the ache from his previous encounter still lingering. A soft moan escaped his lips.

“Ah, sorry. Your fault though.”

Song Jaeho hesitated for just a moment, a flicker of regret crossing his features, but his apology was short-lived. His hands, already working on his belt buckle, moved with a renewed sense of urgency.

A thick, impressive er*ction sprung free, glistening slightly. Bomin’s eyes darted down, lips parting slightly as if he were about to lick his lips.

Song Jaeho silenced him with a kiss, using Bomin’s weight against him as he slammed his c*ck all the way in.

“Ahh!”

The feeling of being split open shot through Bomin, forcing a gasp from his lips. He gripped onto Song Jaeho’s shoulders, his knuckles turning white.

If not for the way his sensitive spot throbbed in response to each thrust, he would have been clawing at Song Jaeho’s hair in pain. That’s how rough he was.

“You like it rough, don’t you? You’re already leaking all over the place.”

Oblivious to Bomin’s pain, Song Jaeho chuckled, his eyes soft as he flicked Bomin’s leaking slit with his thumb.

Just as he’d said, Bomin’s c*ck, far from wilting in pain, stood at attention, slick with prec*m.

Song Jaeho angled his hips upwards, grinding against Bomin, ensuring that his c*ck rubbed against his stomach with every thrust. Each movement was forceful, slamming into Bomin with a resounding smack.

“Haa… nn, ah…!”

One moment Bomin felt like he was floating, only to be pulled back down with a tug on his slender waist, dragged down like a lead weight.

Despite his boyish looks, Song Jaeho’s touch was anything but gentle. Bomin’s hips were now littered with red marks, imprinted with the shape of Song Jaeho’s large hand.

Bomin’s skin was like a pristine, untouched snowy field, marking easily. Those red handprints stood out like splashes of crimson paint against a white canvas.

“Lee Bomin, fuck, you’re so tight… Ahh…”

Their bodies moved together in a frenzy. Bomin kept his mouth half-open, desperate to keep from biting his tongue. The sight of his tongue peeking out was all it took for Song Jaeho to close the distance, kissing him with a near desperate hunger.

“Hngh, ha, uhn……”

The skin around Bomin’s entrance stretched with each thrust, threatening to tear. His mouth, small and plump, seemed to mirror the one below.

Song Jaeho cupped Bomin’s face – so small it seemed he could encompass it with one hand – and plunged his tongue inside, mimicking the movement of his hips.

Bomin’s face was already stained with tears, the result of the mind-numbing pleasure that caused a continuous stream to flow from his eyes.

Whenever Song Jaeho slammed down, his balls brushing against Bomin’s thighs, Bomin would forget to breathe. The feeling of being filled so completely made his head spin.

“You need to breathe.”

Finding Bomin’s surrender to pleasure endearing, Song Jaeho whispered in his ear, his tongue tracing its delicate shell.

Bomin was sensitive all over, his ears no exception. In fact, his whole body could be considered one giant erogenous zone, responding readily to even the slightest touch.

Han Biseong, as if relying solely on the size of his c*ck, had only pounded into him. Even then, Bomin had been a quivering mess, his insides churning. But Song Jaeho, unlike Han Biseong, was determined to push Bomin to his limits in every way imaginable.

The feeling of Song Jaeho’s tongue against his ear sent a shiver down Bomin’s spine. It scraped against his skin, sending goosebumps down his neck like a cool breeze on a warm day.

“Here, breathe.”

Noticing Bomin’s ragged breaths, Song Jaeho blew air into his mouth. Bomin, his vision blurry with tears, was lost in a haze of pleasure, eagerly drinking in the air Song Jaeho provided like it was honey.

“Why are you being so cute today?”

Song Jaeho could feel it in every fiber of his being—Bomin was different. He still possessed the same alluring looks that drew eyes to him, but there was something else now, an added layer of something… different.

Bomin’s body was responding with a heightened sensitivity, so much so that Song Jaeho almost suspected he’d taken something.

“Harder, ahn, fuck me harder…”

Sensing Song Jaeho’s movements begin to slow, Bomin urged him on, tightening his legs around his waist. While having s*x back-to-back was taking its toll, his legs trembling with the effort, it was far more preferable to having his high cut short.

“Faster…”

Bomin peppered Song Jaeho’s lips with quick kisses, pleading with his entire being as he clenched his insides around that impressive c*ck.

“Fuck…”

Song Jaeho, his self-control already hanging by a thread, finally snapped.

“Haa… Ahh… Yes! More…!”

As if to reward Bomin’s persistence, Song Jaeho picked up the pace, slamming into him with renewed fervor. Bomin matched his rhythm with a moan that echoed through the room, his voice hoarse. His back screamed in protest, rubbed raw from the friction against the wall, but he couldn’t have cared less as long as the pleasure continued.

Pleasure, for Bomin, was a drug. An addictive escape from a harsh reality.