SS 5 Part 4

Yoon Bisam’s kiss, unlike his rough handling of Bomin’s lower half, was gentle, his tongue tracing the outline of Bomin’s lips.

Bomin’s eyes fluttered closed, tears trailing down his cheeks. He could feel Yoon Bisam’s heart pounding against his, the rhythm matching his own.

He gasped for air as he felt the warmth of Yoon Bisam’s lips, the pressure of his tongue. Yoon Bisam, sensing his struggle, would pull back slightly, then deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring his mouth.

His thrusts, mirroring his kiss, became slower, deeper.

“Hng…”

Bomin’s inner walls stretched to accommodate his c*ck, then contracted, the muscles milking him greedily. His toes curled as he felt Yoon Bisam’s c*ck hitting that sweet spot inside him.

A chuckle escaped Yoon Bisam’s lips. Bomin opened his eyes, his gaze meeting his. 

He took Yoon Bisam’s upper lip between his teeth, sucking on it gently, then moved to his lower lip, savoring the taste.

He licked Yoon Bisam’s lips, his tongue smoothing out every wrinkle. 

“There’s something I want to hear.”

Yoon Bisam, pulling back slightly, kissed Bomin’s nose. He thrust deep inside, his balls slapping against Bomin’s ass, then wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.

“Haa…”

Bomin gasped, his chest heaving. He felt a pleasurable ache as Yoon Bisam’s c*ck rubbed against his lower abdomen, but it was more than just that… Yoon Bisam’s gaze was making his blood rush, his skin tingling.

“Hm? Won’t you tell me what you want to hear?”

His voice was… different. Almost pleading.

It was so unlike him that anyone else would have thought they were hearing things. But Yoon Bisam only held him tighter, his expression unchanged.

“…I love you, too.”

Yoon Bisam’s face lit up as Bomin whispered the words he had been longing to hear. His cold facade melted away, his smile as warm as the sun.

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

He lifted Bomin again, holding him close, his lips brushing against Bomin’s. His voice was soft, affectionate. It was his first time confessing his love, his first time apologizing.

Bomin, sensing his sincerity, smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Yoon Bisam’s heart skipped a beat.

Bomin wrapped his arms around his neck. He was weak, but he gathered his remaining strength, his hips bucking against Yoon Bisam.

“Ah, mhm… so good…”

Bomin’s movements were incredibly erotic, his hole grinding against Yoon Bisam’s c*ck. His hole, as if sensing his need, clenched around it, milking him.

He even started rubbing his hard c*ck against Yoon Bisam’s abs, using him as a masturbation tool. His movements were weak, his body exhausted.

And yet, Yoon Bisam felt himself getting hard, the sensation more intense than when he had been moving. Bomin was flesh and blood, just like him.

But Bomin’s ass was so soft, so responsive. He felt a surge of lust with each movement of Bomin’s hips.

“Move more.”

He kissed Bomin’s neck, his teeth grazing his skin, leaving a mark.

“You too… if you move…”

Bomin usually called him by his name. He only used the honorific ‘hyung’ when he wanted something, and even then… it was rare.

“Try a little harder.”

Bomin’s movements were more teasing than pleasurable. He knew that Bomin’s hole was capable of taking him all the way in, even though it felt like it was milking him.

But he loved seeing Bomin’s expressions, the way he would moan and writhe, his nose wrinkling with each thrust.

“Hng… I’m… tired…”

Yoon Bisam, his hands gripping Bomin’s ass cheeks, spread them wide. Bomin’s hole, no longer flush against his c*ck, pulsed, gasping for air.

The air in the room was warm, but it was nothing compared to the heat generated by their bodies. Bomin shivered as the cool air hit his sensitive flesh.

“Don’t… do that…”

He reached back, trying to grab Yoon Bisam’s wrist.

“I can’t help it… I want to do it even more when you tell me not to… I wonder why…”

Yoon Bisam, instead of releasing his ass, took both his wrists, pinning them behind his back with one hand. Bomin’s chest heaved as he felt his arms being restrained.

“Hng… why…?”

He whined, his voice a soft protest. Yoon Bisam, ignoring him, thrust upwards as Bomin sank down.

“Ah, ah…!”

He moaned, his voice hoarse, as he felt Yoon Bisam’s c*ck hitting that sweet spot deep inside. He arched his back, his chest thrust forward, Yoon Bisam’s hand preventing him from collapsing.

“You like that?”

Bomin couldn’t reply, Yoon Bisam’s thrusts relentless, his c*ck burying itself deep inside. He could feel Yoon Bisam’s balls slapping against his ass, each thrust hard and heavy.

He was determined to flatten that perfectly round ass. His movements were rough, a stark contrast to his earlier restraint.

“Hng, ah, haa… Too fast…!”

“You keep changing your mind.”

Yoon Bisam, though he was the one who had sped up, chuckled, teasing him.

Bomin, his tongue darting out, almost bit it. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back a moan.

“Don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Yoon Bisam, unable to bear the thought of Bomin hurting himself again, reached up, his thumb gently stroking Bomin’s lips. His other hand was still holding Bomin’s wrists.

He bent down, his tongue soothing Bomin’s swollen lips. Bomin’s tongue, instinctively, darted out to meet his.

“Where did you… learn to do that?”

He felt a surge of jealousy whenever Bomin acted like this, when he showed him a side he hadn’t taught him.

That was why he had used the rod on Bomin tonight, even though he knew it was making him uncomfortable. The others weren’t interested in these kinds of things. Han Biseong and Song Jaeho occasionally used toys, but it was usually just handcuffs and blindfolds.

“So… do you… not like it?”

Bomin, despite being relentlessly fucked, listened to him, his tear-filled eyes searching his face.

He knew he would do it all again, even if he could go back in time. He didn’t regret his past. But Yoon Bisam’s words… they made his heart ache.

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just… I’m a little sad… that I didn’t learn it from you.”

Yoon Bisam released his wrists, caressing his back. Bomin’s body trembled at his touch.

“And… there’s no way I could ever dislike you. That’s… impossible.”

His voice was soft, his hand gently brushing Bomin’s hair back.

“Did you forget that I just told you I love you? It was my first time saying those words, you know?”

Bomin clenched his hole, remembering Yoon Bisam’s confession. He wanted to record it, that low, husky voice, so he could listen to it whenever he wanted.

“I didn’t forget.”

He shook his head, his hair swaying.

“Kiss me… while you do it… Gently.”

He looked down at Yoon Bisam’s lips, his request a soft whisper. Yoon Bisam, his lips curving into a smile, bent down, his hand tilting Bomin’s chin up.

“With pleasure.”

His c*ck moved slowly inside him. His lips, like a second c*ck, captured Bomin’s.

He didn’t need an invitation. He slid past Bomin’s teeth, his tongue exploring his mouth. Bomin’s mouth was soft, his tongue even softer. He licked the inside of Bomin’s cheek.

“Hng…”

Bomin moaned, his voice a low, throaty sound. He wasn’t passive; his tongue darted out, tasting Yoon Bisam, exploring his mouth. Their tongues tangled.

He traced the outline of Yoon Bisam’s tongue with his own, their tongues tangling together like vines.

Saliva dripped down his chin, but he didn’t care. His body was already slick with sweat.

He wanted to lose himself in the kiss, his mind melting with each stroke of Yoon Bisam’s rough tongue.

His hole was full, his chest aching with pleasure. And Yoon Bisam’s body… It was cooler than the others.

That cool tongue against his was a welcome contrast.

“You like kissing that much?”

“Yes. Because I’m doing it with Hyung…”

Yoon Bisam groaned, his voice husky. He couldn’t get enough of Bomin, his sweet words, his soft moans. He captured Bomin’s lips again, pulling him down onto the bed.

He started moving, his c*ck sliding in and out of Bomin’s hole.

After a while, Bomin, breathless, turned his head, and Yoon Bisam, his hand gripping Bomin’s hips, thrust upwards.

“Hng, ah, mhm…!”

Bomin moaned, his body swaying, his cheek pressed against Yoon Bisam’s chest. The rod, still inside him, rubbed against his c*ck as Yoon Bisam pounded into him, the sensation overwhelming.

A hiccup escaped his lips. He was gasping for breath, his vision blurring, then going black.

“I…”

He was about to say that he couldn’t take it anymore, when Yoon Bisam shifted, laying him down on the bed. Bomin’s legs, trembling uncontrollably, wrapped around Yoon Bisam’s waist.

“Just a little longer.”

Yoon Bisam kissed him, his lips trailing across his face, his c*ck pounding into him relentlessly. It felt as though his insides were being rearranged, each thrust hitting a new spot.

“Ah, hng, ah…”

Bomin came first, his body too exhausted to produce more than a few weak spurts.

“Haa…”

Yoon Bisam’s warm breath tickled his ear. He came as well, his c*ck swelling, his c*m filling Bomin.

He continued to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate, even after he came. Bomin, hiccupping, looked up at him.

“I… hic… can’t… stop hiccupping…”

His chest ached. His heart, exhausted from all the sex, felt strained. He was worried he might get sick.

“Then we’ll just have to do it again. I was planning on stopping…”

“What…?”

There were many ways to stop hiccups. Drinking water, holding his breath…

But Yoon Bisam’s solution was… more sex.

“No… I’m… hng… done…”

Bomin tried to pull away, but Yoon Bisam caught him, his arms wrapping around him tightly.

“I’ll make your hiccups go away.”

He licked away a tear, his voice a husky murmur. Bomin reached for the call button Song Jaeho had given him. Knowing Yoon Bisam’s… proclivities, he had told him to press it if he needed a break.

“Bomin-ah, just once more. Okay?”

But Bomin closed his eyes, unable to resist his plea. He was learning more and more about Yoon Bisam each day… and so was Yoon Bisam.

“…Okay… just once.”

“Thank you.”

His hiccups eventually stopped, but not after three, then five more rounds of intense sex, leaving him hoarse and exhausted.