SS 6(1) Part 3

Bomin’s breath hitched as he felt himself being stretched open. His chest heaved. 

“I didn’t want you to tear up.”

That was why he always took his time preparing Bomin. It was painful, even for him, the giver, especially at the beginning.

Bomin’s fingers reached up to smooth the frown lines on Jeong Hotae’s forehead. He was enjoying this, the feeling of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck inside him, but… he also loved it when Jeong Hotae showed him this side, this tender, caring side. 

“Tell me you love me.” 

He whispered against his lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Jeong Hotae’s chest tightened.

“I love you, Lee Bomin.”

“Me too.” 

Bomin instantly replied, his hand caressing Jeong Hotae’s cheek. He could feel Jeong Hotae’s pubic hair against his skin. 

“You’re all the way in. Can’t you… move faster?”

“Okay.” 

He knew Bomin was feeling the pressure, the fullness of his c*ck, but he also knew how much Bomin loved it when he moved.

He pulled back, then thrust in, his movements swift and powerful.

“Hng…!”

Bomin’s throat tightened as he felt Jeong Hotae’s c*ck hitting his prostate. It felt like the car was being pushed back by the force of his thrust. 

He didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless. He pounded into Bomin, his c*ck hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

Bomin’s thighs trembled, his body writhing. 

“Bomin-ah… do you know… you get even tighter…” 

That was why he could never get enough of him. His inner muscles would cling to his c*ck with each thrust, as if they were trying to devour him.

Jeong Hotae held Bomin’s shoulders, his thrusts relentless. Bomin’s c*ck, rubbing against Jeong Hotae’s stomach, grew harder, its color deepening.

He was close, his balls full. Jeong Hotae’s hand wrapped around his c*ck.

“Hng, why…?”

Bomin whimpered, his voice a soft protest as Jeong Hotae stopped him right before he could come. Tears welled up in his eyes. 

“Because I wanted to see this expression.”

Jeong Hotae grinned, his lips brushing against Bomin’s cheek. Bomin always made this face, a frustrated pout like a child whose candy had been taken away, whenever Jeong Hotae teased him, his fingers stopping him just before he could c*m.

He loved seeing this side of Bomin, so different from his usual playful expression. He couldn’t resist teasing him. 

“You’re getting… hng… more and more playful…”

Jeong Hotae had always been rather somber, his life shrouded in darkness before he met Bomin. He rarely spoke to anyone, his expression always melancholic, unless he was with Bomin.

But now… he was smiling, his expression playful, almost childlike. Bomin, forgetting his earlier frustration, touched Jeong Hotae’s face, his fingers tracing his features.

“You look… even more handsome today.”

“That’s because of you.”

Jeong Hotae hadn’t cared about living. But Bomin… Bomin had given him a reason to live, a reason to fight. He had endured so much, fought so hard, to survive, to be with Bomin. And now… being here, with Bomin, it felt like a dream. 

It still pained him to share Bomin with the others, but… Bomin’s happiness was all that mattered. 

Bomin’s stomach twitched as Jeong Hotae’s c*ck moved inside him. He could feel the outline of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck beneath his skin, his hole clenching around it. 

“Let’s c*m together.”

Bomin usually came before Jeong Hotae, his orgasms frequent and intense. He would also tire out quickly. Jeong Hotae whispered against his ear. 

“But… it hurts…”

Bomin’s c*ck, trapped in Jeong Hotae’s hand, was flushed, his balls swollen.

“I want to… c*m with you.”

Bomin, hearing his plea, nodded. Jeong Hotae rarely acted like this, this vulnerable… and only with him. 

Jeong Hotae had no idea how much it meant to him. 

Bomin closed his eyes, his lips capturing Jeong Hotae’s. He licked into his mouth, his tongue exploring his teeth, his gums, his tongue. 

Jeong Hotae’s thrusts became more forceful. Bomin’s desire to c*m was building, but he held back. 

He knew the pleasure would be more intense if he waited, if he came together with Jeong Hotae.

“Hng, ah, good…”

He moaned as they kissed, his hips grinding against Jeong Hotae. His ass, rubbing against Jeong Hotae’s pubic hair, was as flushed as his c*ck.

His hole pulsed, his inner muscles clenching around Jeong Hotae’s c*ck. His walls clung to the withdrawing c*ck, as if they couldn’t bear to let go.

Jeong Hotae’s lips brushed against his tear-filled eyes, then trailed down his cheek, lingering on the mark he had left earlier.

“Ah, mhm, haa…”

Bomin whimpered as he felt Jeong Hotae’s c*ck stretching him open, each thrust hitting deeper. Tears streamed down his face with each thrust. 

He wasn’t crying from sadness; his eyes always teared up when he was close. He was losing control, his mind filled with the need to c*m. 

He clenched around Jeong Hotae’s c*ck, his body trembling as he came, his c*m spurting out. 

He couldn’t stop himself, his body convulsing as he came, his orgasm intense and prolonged. His chest heaved, his breath ragged. 

His c*m splattered across their bodies, the car’s ceiling, even the fogged-up windows. 

“Haa… haa…” 

He blinked, his eyelids heavy, his vision blurry. Tears streamed down his face, and he saw Jeong Hotae, his face just as flushed as his own. 

“I want to go again, but…”

Jeong Hotae’s c*ck, slick with c*m, was already hardening again. Bomin was tired, his orgasm having been a long one, but… he wanted more.

“The others… they came too, right?”

“…Yes.”

A knock on the window startled him. He couldn’t see clearly through the fogged-up glass, but he could tell from his height and build that it was one of the Espers.

He had known Jeong Hotae wouldn’t be the only one to follow him. He had expected this, knowing how protective they were. 

“I should go talk to them.”

They had probably shown themselves because they were tired of waiting. 

Jeong Hotae, with a sigh, got up. He cleaned Bomin up with a wet wipe, his touch gentle. 

“They’re a mess… but you should put them back on.” 

Bomin’s clothes were wrinkled and stained with c*m. He chuckled, pulling them on.

He opened the car door and stepped out. 

“…Oh. You’re all here?” 

He had expected a few of them, but not… everyone. 

“I thought the car was going to fall apart! What took you so long?”

Han Biseong, his expression annoyed, ran a hand through his hair.

They had all learned, after the day Bomin lost his memory, that Bomin and Jeong Hotae weren’t from their world. And that the Bomin they knew… was gone. 

It was hard to believe, but they trusted Bomin. 

Bomin rarely talked about his original world, so it hadn’t been a problem. But recently… he had announced his intention to visit a psychic, to find the original owner of his body, and it had sent them into a panic. 

Han Biseong, especially, had been skeptical, dismissing it as a joke. He had been convinced that Bomin’s memory loss had been caused by some sort of… split personality disorder. 

And now… Bomin was actually going through with it. Seeing the others’ anxiety, he, too, had become afraid of losing Bomin.

Bomin had insisted on going alone with Jeong Hotae, but… he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. And so, they had followed. They had been listening outside the car, the sounds of their lovemaking driving them crazy, until Bomin came, and they thought it was over. They had knocked on the window. 

“We only did it once, though.”

Bomin, sensing Han Biseong’s annoyance, took his hand, his fingers interlacing with his. He smiled, and Han Biseong’s frown disappeared.

“So? Did you find him?”

Song Jaeho approached him, his hand gently wiping the sweat from his forehead. The car was still hot, the windows fogged up from their activities. 

Bomin smiled as he felt the cool breeze on his face.

“Yes. Now… I just need to see him.”

“Do you know… where he is?”

“I’ll have to find him.” 

Bomin, his gaze meeting each of theirs, reassured them. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, seeing how worried they were about him.

“I’m going with you this time. No matter what.”

Kim Seohun, his expression determined, took Bomin’s hand. He was going to follow Bomin, even if it meant using up all his vacation days. 

“Me too. I’ve saved up quite a few vacation days.”

Shi Yu-hyeon, not wanting to be left out, took Bomin’s other hand, their fingers interlacing. Bomin squeezed his hands, his touch reassuring.

The others, those who couldn’t take time off, frowned. Yoon Bisam, especially, looked like he was about to freeze the entire area. 

“I need to… resign from this position.”

He was by far the busiest, his sleep constantly interrupted by work. He was a perfectionist, and his workload only seemed to increase.

“We’ll go with Bomin this time. Don’t worry.”

Yoon Bisam, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed, glared at Kim Seohun, his happy smile making him want to punch him. 

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