SS 7 Part 2

Bomin was wearing the pink knit that Kim Seohun had first bought him at the department store. Without hesitation, Bomin grabbed the hem of the knit with both hands and lifted it up.

“B-Bomin-ah!”

“Why?”

At Kim Seohun’s exclamation, Bomin stopped undressing, lowered his knit slightly, and looked at Kim Seohun. Seeing Bomin’s expression that seemed to ask what the problem was when the CCTV wasn’t even working, Kim Seohun covered his face with his hand.

“It’s nothing…”

Kim Seohun looked at the glass front of the studio and then walked over to lower each blind. Even though he had rented out the entire floor, the thought that someone might pass by suddenly crossed his mind.

He felt like he wouldn’t be able to take Bomin to places where he could take off his top and be with others, like the beach or a swimming pool.

It was a problem caused by Kim Seohun’s growing obsession and possessiveness towards Bomin, even though Bomin himself had no such thoughts.

He wished that people, other than those they lived with, would never know how beautiful Bomin’s body was.

“I’m done changing.”

It was while Kim Seohun was spending time in front of the blinds, trying to clear his dark thoughts. Bomin called out to him while organizing the clothes he had taken off.

“Ah, I’ll change quickly to…”

His lips, about to say “…too,” froze open. Kim Seohun stared at Bomin with wide eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

“How is it? Does it suit me?”

He should have expected this from the moment Bomin asked if the CCTV was working. It was his mistake to forget that Bomin, while not having a particular exhibitionist streak, was ready for s*x anywhere as long as he was aroused.

Bomin was wearing only a pure white apron over his naked body, having discarded the chef’s uniform he had given him. The apron was short, revealing a glimpse of the tip of his light pink c*ck dangling beneath the fabric.

More of his upper body was exposed than covered. His n*pples, perked up in excitement, were clearly visible beneath the fabric.

Kim Seohun’s face flushed instantly at the sight of the bulging fabric.

“Seohun, you should change too.”

Bomin beckoned Kim Seohun. As if bewitched, Kim Seohun approached Bomin.

“Why are you so dazed? Should I help you change?”

“Yes…”

Up close, Bomin’s skin came into focus in his dilated pupils. His gaze then fell to Bomin’s n*pples, perfectly perked for sucking. Kim Seohun reflexively raised his hand and touched his finger to the fabric over Bomin’s n*pple.

“Hng…”

His n*pples were sensitively aroused because Han Biseong had sucked on them all day yesterday. As Kim Seohun pressed down with his fingertip, Bomin couldn’t help but let out a heated gaze.

Bomin hurriedly unbuckled Kim Seohun’s belt and pulled down his pants. Saliva pooled in his mouth at the sight of Kim Seohun’s flesh, erect enough to poke through his underwear.

Leaving his underwear on, he stroked the tip of Kim Seohun’s c*ck, slick with prec*m. The breath falling on the top of his head was hot.

“Shall we skip a step and make a cake?”

Bomin’s lower abdomen also tingled as he smelled Kim Seohun’s musky scent. Bomin slowly knelt at Kim Seohun’s feet.

He gently rubbed Kim Seohun’s thighs with his palms, his gaze fixed upwards. Kim Seohun’s eyes were already unfocused.

Knowing that he wouldn’t refuse, Bomin pulled down Kim Seohun’s underwear. It was a huge and magnificent c*ck that didn’t match his cute face.

“Haa…”

Bomin held Kim Seohun’s c*ck with both hands and stroked it gently from base to tip. Kim Seohun reached down and ran his fingers through Bomin’s black hair, tousling it.

Perhaps it was because he was in front of a c*ck so erect that its veins were clearly visible, but Bomin’s face looked especially small today.

Bomin sharpened his tongue and licked the glans, where prec*m had pooled. The weight in his hands grew heavier.

After catching his breath for a moment, Bomin opened his mouth wide and took the large glans into his mouth. The overwhelming scent made his head spin and his eyes crinkled involuntarily.

Bomin pursed his lips as if sucking on candy. With his mouth full, his throat moved with a gulp.

Kim Seohun stroked the back of his round head and applied pressure little by little. Instead of retreating, Bomin opened his throat and took the c*ck all the way inside.

Tears welled up and trailed down the corners of his closed eyes. The gaze looking down at his flushed cheeks, heated by the physiological reaction, was intense.

Bomin, his vision cleared by the fallen tears, captured Kim Seohun’s panting face in his sight and moved his tongue to gently wrap around the shaft of the c*ck.

He could feel the glans twitching, buried deep in his throat. Saliva, not yet swallowed, gathered at the corners of his wider opened mouth and dripped down.

Even with his throat open as wide as possible, he couldn’t contain the entire c*ck. Bomin gently scratched Kim Seohun’s testicles and the area above them with his fingernails.

The flesh touching his tongue had become as hard as a rock.

“Huu… Bomin-ah…”

Kim Seohun fidgeted with Bomin’s nape as if trying to suppress his urges. He applied force to make Bomin swallow his c*ck, but he still had enough conscience not to go any further. 

Bomin, his chest heaving slightly, opened his throat once more. He took the c*ck deep inside, to the point that the coarse pubic hair grazed the tip of his nose.

The bitter taste in his mouth made Bomin’s c*ck also perk up under his apron. He tightened his throat to stimulate the glans and then slowly pulled the shaft out of his mouth.

With half the c*ck still in his mouth, Bomin used his tongue to gently rub the heated surface, as if polishing it. He did so persistently, without rushing, to the point of tasting the rough veins.

Each time he did, Kim Seohun’s c*ck twitched and spurted the fluid pooled at the urethral opening into Bomin’s mouth. The prec*m mixed with saliva acted as a lubricant, helping Bomin suck the c*ck more freely.

“Hnngh…”

With his mouth full, Bomin could only moan through his nose. Perhaps due to the location, Kim Seohun’s c*ck was releasing a particularly delicious fluid today.

With one hand, he stroked the base of the shaft, and with the other, he wandered over Kim Seohun’s firm thighs. The pulsating muscles felt solid under his palm.

Bomin’s toes curled. While he enjoyed taking the c*ck in his throat, he knew the immense pleasure that would wash over him if this c*ck were to thrust into his hole.

Bomin tilted his head back and began to take the flesh, which he had half-regurgitated, back inside. The heavy flesh stimulated his mouth and disappeared down his throat as if being sucked in.

“Bomin-ah…!”

Kim Seohun’s head also tilted back as he felt himself nearing climax. His large hand, big enough to cover Bomin’s entire head, finally lost control and grabbed the back of Bomin’s head.

Using that force, Bomin swallowed the glans completely into his throat and tightened his grip. Even with the dull ache in his jaw and the stinging sensation around his mouth, he didn’t stop.

“Bomin-ah, wait…!”

Kim Seohun’s face paled at the sight of the blood appearing at the corner of Bomin’s mouth. Unable to pull Bomin’s hair, he tried to move his own body back, but the counter blocked him.

With his face flushed, Bomin grabbed Kim Seohun’s thighs with both hands and twisted his head. Despite opening his mouth as wide as possible, he couldn’t help but lightly graze the c*ck’s skin with his teeth.

The pulsating sensation from the c*ck traveled through his mouth and made Bomin’s heart race. Bomin cupped the round flesh brushing against his lower lip in his palm and lowered his head further.

“I- I think I’m going to c*m…!”

Kim Seohun’s voice trembled uncontrollably. Bomin pulled his head back slightly, then without pausing, pushed the c*ck back into his constricted throat.

Kim Seohun’s c*ck could no longer endure the stimulation of the clinging, sticky mucous membrane.

As the hot fluid poured into his throat, Bomin closed his eyes and savored the sensation to the fullest.

His body, exhausted from shopping, felt revitalized by the rich s*men that made his mind spin.

“Bomin-ah, please…”

He wanted to continue tasting the c*ck, but if he continued like this, Kim Seohun would burst into tears again.

Bomin slowly pulled his head back. The fluid that had been stretching from the corner of his lips like silver threads broke off, leaving his lips wet. The s*men that had been collected at the urethral opening remained on his tongue. When he looked up with his mouth open, Kim Seohun’s face turned bright red.

Without avoiding his gaze, Bomin swallowed. The taste of the salty s*men spreading in his mouth made his already erect p*nis twitch, asserting its presence.

“…It’s bleeding. Wait a moment.”

Kim Seohun hurriedly took out a bottle of recovery potion from his belongings. It was a necessity he always carried with him when he went out with Bomin.

He poured a small amount of the recovery potion onto his fingertip and rubbed it on Bomin’s lips before it dried. The stinging and cool sensation made Bomin’s eyes slightly furrow.

“…I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I did it because I wanted to.”

Bomin’s body often got injured unintentionally when their s*x got intense. While it was rare for his hole to tear, his mouth, perhaps less elastic than his hole, often showed traces of blood after intense oral s*x.

It wasn’t something forced upon him; it happened by his own will. Bomin patted Kim Seohun’s sullen b*ttocks.

“After swallowing your c*m, I’m completely hard.”

Bomin gestured towards his groin with his eyes. A transparent fluid was dripping from the tip of his c*ck, swaying enough to lift his apron.

“Shall we… make the whipped cream first?”

Normally, Kim Seohun would have immediately switched positions with Bomin and sucked his c*ck.

However, unlike usual, Kim Seohun hesitated and took Bomin’s hand to help him up. Bomin stood up from his kneeling position and stood beside Kim Seohun. As his arm brushed against Bomin’s naked body clad only in an apron, Kim Seohun, forgetting that he had just c*m, immediately hardened again.

The crotch of his pants, which he had managed to compose while fetching the recovery potion, bulged thickly. Seeing this, Bomin smiled playfully and grabbed Kim Seohun’s crotch with his palm, fidgeting with it.

“At this rate, will we even be able to bake today?”

“W-We can.”

Kim Seohun, with trembling hands, managed to remove Bomin’s hand that was clinging to his groin.

Then, as he had learned, he brought forward the ingredients for making whipped cream. As per Kim Seohun’s request, the baking ingredients were already pre-portioned to the gram according to the recipe.

“I’ll just quickly grab the whipping cream.”