SS 4 Part 2

“This is fun, too.”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“A little?”

“Then let’s eat, and then we can ride more. I’ve saved the best for last.”

“What’s the best?”

“You’ll find out tonight.” 

After taking pictures, they had spent the rest of the day exploring the amusement park. It was a perfect day, the weather pleasant.

They hadn’t realized how much time had passed until their stomachs started growling. And Han Biseong’s promise of something even more fun to come had only heightened his anticipation. 

Han Biseong, taking Bomin’s hand, led him towards a nearby restaurant. The place, which would have been crowded under normal circumstances, was empty. They chose a table in the center, and Han Biseong handed Bomin a menu. 

“What are you going to have?”

“There are more options than I expected.” 

His stomach growled. Han Biseong smiled, his hand reaching up to caress Bomin’s flushed ear.

“Everything from here to here.”

“Okay.”

Bomin pointed at all the “Best Menu” items. Han Biseong, knowing Bomin’s appetite, simply nodded. There was nothing worse than not having enough food.

Han Biseong returned from placing their order, two drinks in hand. Bomin took a long sip through the straw. 

“You were thirsty, huh?”

Bomin, his mouth full, simply nodded. The food arrived quickly. Han Biseong, setting the dishes on the table, had to pull over another table to fit everything. 

“Thanks for the food.” 

Bomin, his stomach growling, picked up a piece of pork cutlet.

“Delicious! Mmm…” 

His cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s as he offered a piece to Han Biseong. Han Biseong took a bite, and Bomin, smiling, finished the rest.

“I’ll get you another drink. Eat slowly.”

Han Biseong, worried that Bomin might choke, pushed his drink towards Bomin, then went to order more. 

“Everything here is delicious.” 

A stack of empty plates piled up beside Bomin. Han Biseong, barely touching his food, focused on making sure Bomin was well-fed. 

“Why aren’t you eating? Are you feeling sick?” 

“I’m not a big eater, remember?”

Han Biseong, like the others, wasn’t a big eater. He often skipped meals, opting for protein shakes. Only Kim Seohun seemed to enjoy eating with Bomin. 

“It’s really good, though.” 

But food tasted better when shared. Han Biseong, though he rarely ate with his hands, readily accepted the bites Bomin offered him. 

After they finished their meal, Bomin leaned back in his chair, his stomach full.

“I’m so full.”

“Are you sure you’re up for riding more rides? You’ll get motion sickness if you go on anything too intense.” 

“You’re right. Let’s walk around a bit first.”

He would probably throw up if he went on a ride now.

“Shall we go?” 

“Yeah.” 

They returned their dishes and left the restaurant. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of red and orange. 

“By the way…”

“Yeah?” 

“What’s the… best part you were talking about?”

“It wouldn’t be fun if I told you.” 

“But I’m curious.” 

“Just wait a little longer.” 

He was dying to know, but he decided not to pester him. He held Han Biseong’s hand, their fingers interlaced, as they explored the amusement park. 

There was plenty to see. Colorful flowers bloomed everywhere, and the park was illuminated by lights as the sun set. It was so beautiful that Bomin even took a few pictures. 

“So… how was the date?”

“It was fun.”

It had been surprisingly… normal. He had assumed Han Biseong only thought about sex, but… he was starting to see a different side to him. 

“No regrets?”

“About what?”

Han Biseong stopped walking, gesturing towards something. Bomin followed his gaze, seeing the largest ride in the park. 

“The Ferris wheel?”

“Yeah. Let’s go on that last.” 

There was no staff member manning the ride, just a giant wheel slowly rotating. Han Biseong’s smile was… suspicious. 

But Bomin, trusting him, entered one of the cabins. The Ferris wheel swayed slightly under their combined weight. 

“You’re sitting with me?”

“Of course.”

Han Biseong sat down next to him, ignoring the swaying. The cabin tilted, then righted itself. But it felt as if they were still tilting.

“Are you scared? I’m here with you.”

Han Biseong chuckled, seeing Bomin’s stiff expression. He cupped Bomin’s cheek. 

“Look away from me for a second.”

He gently turned Bomin’s head, his hand resting on his cheek. They were already halfway up. He hadn’t realized how large the amusement park was until now. 

“What’s that? A parade?”

“Yeah.” 

Han Biseong glanced at Bomin. The colorful lights from the parade illuminated his face. He felt a warmth spread through his chest as he watched Bomin, his lips slightly parted, watching the parade. 

He closed his eyes as the Ferris wheel reached the top, leaning in to kiss Bomin. Bomin’s lips met his, their breaths mingling. 

Their tongues tangled, the sounds of their kissing echoing in the small cabin. Han Biseong’s hand slipped under Bomin’s shirt. 

Bomin moaned softly as he felt Han Biseong’s warm hand on his bare skin. His fingers traced the curve of Bomin’s spine, his touch sending shivers down Bomin’s spine. 

He caressed Bomin’s cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear. His eyes narrowed. Bomin was getting aroused, his n*pples hardening against his palm. The sight made him hard.

“Mhm…“

Bomin moaned as he felt Han Biseong’s tongue teasing his. Han Biseong, unable to hold back any longer, pulled up Bomin’s shirt.

Bomin was wearing only a sweatshirt, so his entire chest was exposed. Han Biseong’s lips immediately found his erect n*pples. 

“Ah, ah…”

Bomin’s head tilted back. Han Biseong sucked on his n*pples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive buds. 

Bomin’s hand reached up, his fingers tangling in Han Biseong’s hair. He was getting hard, even though Han Biseong was only sucking on his n*pples. The dimly lit cabin, the view, the feeling of Han Biseong’s mouth on him… it was intoxicating. 

His pale skin flushed, his n*pples swollen and glistening. Han Biseong’s fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs. 

“Hng, ah…”

Bomin bucked his hips, the bulge in his pants growing. 

“Already hard?”

“You’re… hng… hard too…”

Bomin’s eyes narrowed as he gestured towards Han Biseong’s crotch, where a prominent bulge was clearly visible. 

“That’s right. I’m hard.” 

Han Biseong smirked. His eyes darkened with lust. His hand moved down to Bomin’s waist, his fingers tracing the curve of his hips. 

Bomin’s eyes narrowed. He was so sensitive. His skin, smooth and soft, felt good against Han Biseong’s palm. It made his mouth go dry.

“I’ll suck you off.”

“What?”

Before Bomin could protest, Han Biseong had pulled down his pants and underwear. Bomin shivered, the cold leather of the seat pressing against his bare skin.

Han Biseong, feeling bad, cupped Bomin’s ass, his hand rubbing the soft flesh.

“Is that better?”

It didn’t seem like he was planning on pulling his pants back up. Bomin reached for them. 

“Let me… suck you off. Okay?” 

Han Biseong kissed the tip of Bomin’s c*ck, his voice a soft plea. He lingered for a moment, the feeling of Bomin’s soft skin against his lips making him ache. He looked up at Bomin, his gaze pleading. 

Bomin would always resist force, but… he couldn’t resist Han Biseong when he was vulnerable.

“…Fine. But just a blowjob.” 

“That’s all I want.”

Han Biseong, his head dipping down, took Bomin into his mouth, his c*ck growing larger as Bomin’s hand caressed the back of his head. He sucked on Bomin’s c*ck, his grip on his hips tightening. 

“Hng…”

Bomin moaned, his hips bucking slightly. His c*ck, trapped in Han Biseong’s mouth, throbbed. 

He would occasionally hit the back of Han Biseong’s throat, making him gag. Bomin, sensing his discomfort, sped up, his hips moving faster. 

“Ah… good…” 

Though less pleasurable than being penetrated from behind, the sensation of his c*ck being moved around in the wet mouth was just as electrifying. When it rubbed against the rough, hard roof of the mouth, there was a pressure, and when the slightly scratchy tongue caressed the tip and the shaft, a tingling sensation spread.

As Han Biseong sucked with such force that his cheeks hollowed, it felt as though Bomin was being pulled into something, making his head tilt back involuntarily.

When Bomin started moving his hips as if thrusting, Han Biseong’s hand slipped under his shirt, fingers finding the now sensitive, swollen n*pples. Pressing down on one until it nearly flattened, Bomin twisted his body, unsure how to react.

“Ah… w-wait…”

His orgasm was building quickly. Han Biseong’s other hand moved down his side, his fingers tracing the curve of his back. Bomin’s spine was prominent, his body thin. 

He caressed Bomin’s back, his mouth never leaving his n*pple. He couldn’t help it; he wanted to devour him.

Han Biseong, after sucking on Bomin’s c*ck for a while, pulled away. Bomin’s c*ck, slick with saliva, was even redder than before. Han Biseong’s hand, which had been on Bomin’s back, moved to his c*ck, stroking it gently.

Bomin, thinking it was a break, let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.