SS 3 Part 2

“Ah, hng, ah…”

Bomin gasped as Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck stretched him open, his thoughts momentarily forgotten. His mouth opened, his tongue lolling out. 

Shi Yu-hyeon licked away his drool. 

Bomin whimpered as Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck hit his prostate. Song Jaeho, clicking his tongue, pressed his c*ck against Bomin’s armpit. 

Bomin, despite being thin, had soft, sensitive skin. His ass cheeks, his armpits… it was all so soft, so responsive. 

He rubbed the head of his c*ck against Bomin’s skin, enjoying the way Bomin moaned. His lower abdomen ached. 

Shi Yu-hyeon’s usually calm expression was twisted with lust. He grabbed Bomin’s shoulders, pulling him down as he thrust. 

“Ugh, ah… you’re… too fast…”

Bomin, struggling to breathe, shook his head. Shi Yu-hyeon’s lips were still on his, his kiss possessive. 

He sucked on Bomin’s lower lip, his tongue licking the tears that were streaming down his face. He then slipped his tongue between Bomin’s lips, his touch insistent. 

Bomin moaned, his body arching as he felt Shi Yu-hyeon’s tongue invading his mouth.

The wet sounds of their tongues tangling were obscene. Kim Seohun moaned, the sound swallowed by their kiss. 

Shi Yu-hyeon gently nibbled on Bomin’s swollen lips. Bomin tasted like a sweet dessert. 

His mind clouded as he felt those tight walls clenching around him. Bomin’s sensitive body quickly brought him to the edge.

“Ahh…!” 

Bomin, too, came, his c*ck rubbing against Shi Yu-hyeon’s abs, a white stream of cum shooting out. 

Shi Yu-hyeon, his cum filling Bomin, groaned, his platinum blond hair shimmering in the moonlight. 

Song Jaeho, seeing him struggling to catch his breath, patted his shoulder. His c*ck was throbbing painfully. 

‘My turn.’

He was far from satisfied. Bomin was like seawater; the more he tasted, the thirstier he became.

But he couldn’t be greedy. Shi Yu-hyeon, with a sigh, got up, pressing a lingering kiss against Bomin’s knee.

“Haa… haa…”

Bomin shuddered as Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck left him. His hole, stretched wide, contracted, cum spilling out.

Song Jaeho took Shi Yu-hyeon’s place. Kim Seohun, who had been watching, moved to Song Jaeho’s. He cupped Bomin’s face, his fingers gently tracing the curve of his tear-stained cheeks. 

His touch was warm, his other hand stroking his hard c*ck.

‘Are we doing this together?’

‘Yes.’

Kim Seohun wasn’t planning on entering Bomin. He wanted to give Bomin’s hole a break.

But he couldn’t resist the temptation to taste Bomin’s swollen lips.

“Mmm…”

Kim Seohun’s c*ck pressed against Bomin’s open mouth. The sensitive head rubbed against his lips. 

Bomin, instinctively opening his mouth wider, took him in, tasting him. 

It was difficult to think clearly with his mind in such a haze, but he could tell who it was from the taste.

“Seohun…”

“Yes, Bomin-ah, it’s me.”

Kim Seohun’s eyes crinkled as Bomin correctly identified him. Bomin smiled. Kim Seohun’s c*ck, although smaller than the others, was firm and thick. 

It wasn’t objectively small; the others were just… exceptionally large. 

His c*ck was always hard, and whenever he moved quickly, Bomin would come quickly, unable to even moan.

Even though he was blindfolded and tied up, he recognized the feeling of Kim Seohun’s c*ck filling his mouth. He licked the precum that was leaking from the slit.

“Hng…” 

It was a mind-numbing sensation. Kim Seohun groaned, his hand stroking Bomin’s hair. 

Meanwhile, Song Jaeho was busy removing the cum from Bomin’s hole, his fingers working diligently. He sucked on Bomin’s inner thigh, his teeth grazing his sensitive skin. 

Bomin, his lips wrapped around Kim Seohun’s c*ck, squeezed his thighs together. He could feel Shi Yu-hyeon’s muscular arm against his skin. 

Shi Yu-hyeon, unsatisfied, had gotten up, and so was Bomin. His hole ached, his inner walls craving more. 

They had created a path for Shi Yu-hyeon, which had since closed, but it was ready to be reopened.

He clenched around Song Jaeho’s fingers, milking him. Song Jaeho, frowning, pulled out. 

Thanks to Shi Yu-hyeon, his hole was still loose. He could feel the phantom sensations of those fingers inside him, his vision blurring.

“Ah…”

He arched his back as Song Jaeho’s hand grazed his skin. He was so sensitive.

Song Jaeho’s breath hitched as he looked at Bomin’s slender waist. He was being careful, afraid of leaving marks, but he couldn’t help but want to grip him tightly. 

He rubbed his thumb against Bomin’s tailbone. Bomin moaned, his body twisting. He had discovered a new sensitive spot. 

Song Jaeho’s eyes narrowed. He held Bomin’s waist still, his thumb pressing against that spot again.

“Hng, ah…! W-Wait…”

Bomin pulled away from Kim Seohun, whimpering. Kim Seohun, startled, swallowed hard. Bomin’s moan had sent shivers down his spine. 

Song Jaeho, ignoring him, continued to tease that spot as he aligned himself with Bomin’s entrance. Precum was leaking from Bomin’s hole, which was twitching. 

“Does it feel… too good? Should I stop?” 

“N-No…” 

Bomin’s ass cheeks trembled. He knew Song Jaeho wouldn’t stop, but he had to say it. His voice was a soft whine, his c*ck leaking precum.

“Hng, Bomin-ah…” 

Kim Seohun’s grip tightened. He winced, the sensation painful, and yet… pleasurable. He was torn. 

“Sorry…” 

“I-I’m okay!” 

Kim Seohun shook his head, his hair flying. Bomin patted the space in front of him.

“You want me to… sit here?” 

“Mhm…”

Kim Seohun was currently beside Bomin. It was difficult to take a c*ck down his throat with his head turned to the side. 

As Kim Seohun moved, Song Jaeho spread Bomin’s cheeks. His hole was red and swollen, like a blooming flower. 

Song Jaeho, licking his lips, slowly inserted his c*ck. He groaned as he felt those tight muscles clenching around him.

“Hng…! Haa, ah…!“

Bomin whimpered, his head buried against the sheets. It felt as if stars were exploding in his vision every time Song Jaeho’s thumb pressed against his ass. 

His mind was a mess, his hole stretching to accommodate Song Jaeho’s thick c*ck. 

“Hng, mhm…”

He instinctively took Kim Seohun’s c*ck into his mouth. It smelled musky, masculine, despite his sweet appearance. 

Tears welled up in his eyes as Kim Seohun’s c*ck filled his mouth. Kim Seohun, his hand on the back of Bomin’s head, thrust deep inside, his gaze fixated on Bomin. 

Bomin was struggling, but he managed to take it all the way down. 

“It’s so tight…” 

Song Jaeho, fully sheathed, caught his breath. He felt lightheaded, his c*ck enveloped by those warm, wet walls. 

He spread Bomin’s ass cheeks, revealing his stretched hole. It was so wide, so smooth, that it made his mouth go dry.

“I was trying to go slow, but… I can’t hold back.”

Bomin, unable to wait, pushed his ass back, his hips meeting Song Jaeho’s thrusts. He was like a magnet, drawn to Song Jaeho’s heat. 

“Hng…”

He moaned as he felt Song Jaeho’s c*ck hitting his prostate. Both their eyes darkened with lust.

Song Jaeho, holding his waist in place, started moving. Kim Seohun, careful not to hurt Bomin, matched his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more forceful. 

Song Jaeho groaned, his senses overwhelmed by the feeling of those tight muscles clenching around him. Bomin’s body was flushed, his skin hot. 

Bomin’s c*ck, neglected, bobbed in the air, precum dripping onto the sheets. 

Song Jaeho’s hand moved to Bomin’s sensitive c*ck, his thumb stroking the head. 

“Hng, ah, uh… ah…!” 

Bomin’s moans grew louder as Song Jaeho pounded into him, his c*ck hitting that sweet spot again and again. Kim Seohun, his hand on Bomin’s chest, reached down, his fingers brushing against his c*ck. 

“Haa…” 

Kim Seohun groaned, his body trembling. Bomin, hearing him, moved his tongue, licking the tip of his c*ck. 

His mouth filled with the metallic taste of precum. It was a taste some might find repulsive, but he… he savored it. 

He relaxed his throat as Kim Seohun’s c*ck slid down, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft.

His face was flushed, his lips swollen. Kim Seohun, watching him, found himself struggling to breathe. 

Bomin’s face, stained with Kim Seohun’s precum, was beautiful. Kim Seohun gently brushed his thumb against the mark.

“Lee Bomin, focus.”

“Hng, ah…!”

Song Jaeho, seeing that Bomin’s attention was on Kim Seohun, slapped his ass.

Bomin’s body, soft and pliant, bounced under his touch. His hole tightened around Song Jaeho’s c*ck, and Song Jaeho chuckled, pleased. Bomin, overwhelmed, pulled away from Kim Seohun’s c*ck. 

He rested his face against Kim Seohun’s inner thigh, his tears falling onto his skin. 

He then turned his head, his lips brushing against the side of Kim Seohun’s c*ck. He could feel Kim Seohun’s heart pounding. 

“I’ll… do this…” 

“Anything is fine.”

Song Jaeho was holding him in place, his thrusts relentless, and Bomin’s mouth was rubbing against the side of Kim Seohun’s c*ck. He apologized for not being able to suck him off properly.

But Kim Seohun was content just to have Bomin’s attention. And seeing Bomin’s tongue, red and wet, licking his c*ck… it was enough to make him hard. 

“…Ah.”

“I’ll clean it up!” 

A drop of cum landed on Kim Seohun’s face, another on his blindfold. Bomin’s eyes twitched as he felt the warm cum seeping in. 

Kim Seohun frantically wiped Bomin’s face, but it was too late. His cum had practically painted Bomin’s face.

“It’s good for your skin.” 

Bomin chuckled, hearing Kim Seohun getting flustered. It was Kim Seohun’s cum, after all. He wouldn’t have minded bathing in it.

“Bomin-ah… I really… like you a lot…”

He was falling deeper for Bomin each day. He pulled Bomin closer, his body shielding him from Song Jaeho’s thrusts.

Bomin’s smile never faltered. Kim Seohun’s confession had lifted his spirits. 

“Kim Seohun… you’re not the only one… You know I like you a lot too, right?”

Song Jaeho, sensing a threat, pressed his lips against Bomin’s cheek. He couldn’t stop himself, his c*ck throbbing as he felt Bomin’s inner muscles clenching around him. 

He loved seeing Bomin lose himself in pleasure. 

He deliberately hit that sweet spot inside him, making Bomin’s ass twitch. He slowed down, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, and Bomin, unable to resist, bucked his hips, meeting him halfway. 

“Mhm, I know… I know… so… go harder.” 

It felt as if he had been brought to the edge and then denied. The heat was still there, consuming him. He wanted Song Jaeho to be rougher, to slap his ass, like before. 

Song Jaeho groaned. He wanted to ravage Bomin, to mark him as his.