SS 3 Part 4

Han Biseong had been the one to suggest this, but… he was enjoying it. He was tired, but the drug was still coursing through his veins.

His body, sensitized, was reacting to every touch, every sensation. He rubbed his c*ck, still sticky with cum, against Han Biseong’s abs. 

“That’s more like it.”

Han Biseong grinned. Yoon Bisam, seeing that Bomin was okay, picked up his pace. They both pounded into him, their thrusts relentless. 

Bomin gasped, his fingers digging into Han Biseong’s chest. It felt like his insides were being churned.

He lowered his head, taking Won Seongwoo’s c*ck back into his mouth. He was overwhelmed, the pain and pleasure mixing together. 

“Hng, mhm…“

Won Seongwoo was equally engrossed in tasting Bomin’s throat. If Bomin had decided to indulge, it was only right for him to join in. He held Bomin’s hair gently, careful not to hurt him, his other hand moving to his swollen n*pple.

Han Biseong, his mouth on Bomin’s other n*pple, sucked on it. Bomin’s hole clenched, his legs tightening around Yoon Bisam’s waist. 

His already tight hole squeezed them even tighter. Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, unable to hold back, came, their cum filling him. 

He tightened his throat as he felt the hot cum shooting down his throat. His mouth filled with the metallic taste. He swallowed, his throat working.

He felt like he was drowning in cum. His body was burning up.

His stomach, his mouth, their skin against his… it felt like he was on fire.

Cum leaked from his hole and his mouth, trailing down his chin.

“Hng…” 

He whimpered, his body still wanting more. Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, their c*cks still inside him, continued to move, their thrusts making him squirm. 

“Hng, haa…” 

He couldn’t escape the feeling, no matter how he moved. It was painful, those massive c*cks stretching him open, but… the pleasure was unlike anything he had ever experienced. 

He craved it. He trembled, his body seeking more. Yoon Bisam held his waist still, his hand firm. Bomin straightened his body, enduring the pain.

He could feel a presence near his face, his sensitive skin tingling. The scent of s*x, the same musky scent that filled his mouth, was overwhelming. 

Won Seongwoo’s lips captured his. He moaned, the sound swallowed by their kiss. Bomin, his body on fire, his senses overloaded, reached for Han Biseong’s chest, his hips bucking. 

He had already cum countless times, but he was still hungry. He could see Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, hard and throbbing, between their bodies. 

His hole twitched, his inner muscles clenching around the c*cks inside him. He writhed, his hips moving instinctively. 

“Hng, ah…!”

Even though his hole was stretched, taking two c*cks at once was still a challenge. Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, as if they had rehearsed this, moved in sync, their c*cks pounding into him.

And then… their c*cks met inside him, the force of their thrusts making Bomin see stars. His eyes rolled back in his head, a bit of precum leaking from his c*ck. He came again, his inner walls milking them. 

His lips parted. Won Seongwoo licked away his drool. Bomin’s eyes, unfocused, flickered towards him. 

Yoon Bisam’s thrusts became more forceful. Han Biseong, groaning, buried himself deep inside. Bomin felt like he was being tossed around in a stormy sea, the waves of pleasure crashing over him. 

“Haaaa…!“

His neck arched, Won Seongwoo’s tongue tracing his carotid artery. It tasted… sweet. 

His hole, loosened by the drug and their cum, stretched to accommodate them, his inner muscles milking them greedily. Wet sounds filled the room. 

The blunt heads of their c*cks pounded against his inner walls.

“Fuck, it’s so tight…” 

Han Biseong’s eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed. He had double penetrated Bomin before, but tonight… it felt different. Bomin’s walls were clinging to him with a fervor that made his head spin. 

His gaze, blurry with lust, fell on Bomin’s distended lower abdomen. The previously flat skin swelled with each thrust, the outline of his c*ck visible beneath. 

At that moment, he understood what it meant to feel dizzy with desire. Possessiveness surged within him, a desperate urge to keep Bomin all to himself. But he knew… Bomin wasn’t his alone. 

And so, he channeled that unquenchable possessiveness into his thrusts, his c*ck burying itself deep inside Bomin. Bomin’s hole, stretched by two c*cks, pulsed, greedily taking him. 

“Ah, ah…”

Bomin’s knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, his body swaying. He felt dizzy, his body light. 

Yoon Bisam reached out, his hand finding Bomin’s swollen n*pples. He pinched and pulled, his fingers like invisible threads, drawing them out.

A jolt of pleasure shot through Bomin as his n*pples were abused. Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, taking advantage of his parted lips, slid back into his mouth. The warm, wet heat of Bomin’s mouth made him grow even larger.

The head of his c*ck slid down his throat. Bomin’s fingers dug into Han Biseong’s chest, the sensation of that thick c*ck throbbing against his throat unbearable.

He instinctively tried to pull back, but Won Seongwoo’s hand gently cupped the back of his head, holding him in place. It wasn’t to force his c*ck down Bomin’s throat; he was afraid Bomin might choke.

Yoon Bisam was holding Bomin from behind, but it had been an instinctive reaction.

Won Seongwoo, thinking Bomin was struggling, was surprised when Bomin, instead of spitting him out, only pulled back slightly, then opened his mouth wide again.

His jaw ached from being used so much. It felt like he was on a runaway train, his body at the mercy of his desires.

“Hng…”

He licked the underside of Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, his gaze, though unseeing, fixed on him.

He couldn’t see him, but he could feel his presence. And he could tell, even without seeing him, that Won Seongwoo was enjoying his touch. He could picture his handsome face, flushed, his eyes narrowed with pleasure.

He was thirsty, despite having a c*ck in his mouth. Cum wasn’t exactly delicious; it had a strong, metallic taste.

And yet, his hole throbbed, his inner muscles clenching around the c*cks inside him.

“Haa… Lee Bomin…”

Yoon Bisam groaned, his teeth nipping at Bomin’s earlobe as he thrust up. Han Biseong, his hand gripping Bomin’s ass, spread his cheeks wide.

Air rushed in as the tight entrance stretched open. Bomin’s throat tightened, his body aching.

His insides ached, the feeling intense. He rubbed his c*ck against Han Biseong’s abs, the friction sending a wave of pleasure through him.

His toes curled, his body trembling with each thrust.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room. The other Espers, watching them, swallowed hard, the air thick with lust.

The room was hot, their bodies radiating heat. Bomin’s mind was a haze.

“Hng, mhm…”

His moans, raw and desperate, were muffled by the c*ck in his mouth. Won Seongwoo came first, his hand tightening around Bomin’s head, his grip firm as he bottomed out. His cum, hot and thick, filled Bomin’s throat.

“Haa…”

Bomin choked as the c*ck left his mouth, his body slumping forward. Yoon Bisam, holding Bomin’s waist, flipped him over, his chest pressing against Han Biseong’s.

His swollen n*pples and hard c*ck were pressed against Han Biseong’s body, the friction unbearable.

He was trapped between Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, their c*cks pounding into him. It felt like his head was going to explode. He closed his eyes, gasping for air.

He wouldn’t have been able to see anything, even if his blindfold was off. He was mindless, his moans swallowed by the c*cks in his mouth and ass.

His cheek, pressed against Han Biseong’s hip, was numb. He suddenly had the thought—what if he became a mindless vegetable from all this pleasure?

He knew they wouldn’t abandon him, but… he didn’t want to be a vegetable.

“S-Stop…”

He rubbed his cheek against Han Biseong’s chest, and then… the blindfold was removed.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm…”

He didn’t know. He had been terrified of losing his mind, but now… the feeling of their c*cks hitting his prostate… it made his toes curl.

He was hypersensitive, his entire body tingling.

The feeling of being covered in their cum, his body being used… It was intoxicating. The itch he had been feeling earlier was gone, replaced by a wave of pure pleasure.

Logically, the pleasure should have diminished after the drug wore off, but… he was still on fire.

Squish, squish. The sounds of his hole stretching to accommodate those two massive c*cks were obscene. He no longer had to consciously relax; his hole seemed to have a mind of its own.

And yet, it would clench tightly whenever their c*cks brushed against each other inside him, making them groan. They were getting close.

Their muscles tensed, their bodies straining as they neared their release.

A wave of heat, so intense it burned, crashed over him. Han Biseong, seeing Bomin whimper, took his limp hand, his lips pressing against his trembling fingers.

It tickled, like a butterfly’s wings.

“Ah, ugh, hng…”

Bomin’s hips bucked, his cum spurting out, landing on Han Biseong’s abs. He felt empty, his balls aching. He closed his eyes, gasping for air.

The pleasure, so intense it had felt as if it would crush his mind, slowly faded. Yoon Bisam gently pulled out, followed by Han Biseong.

Bomin’s hole, stretched by two c*cks, didn’t close right away. His inner flesh, still flushed, was coated in a layer of white cum.

The cum dripped down, his balls, nestled against his swollen perineum, slick.

“Bomin-ah.”

Jeong Hotae, who had been watching them silently, finally approached the bed. Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, reluctantly, got off.