SS 7 Part 3

To make whipped cream properly, the temperature of the whipping cream needed to be cold. Kim Seohun caressed Bomin’s cheek and went to the refrigerator to retrieve the whipping cream and a chilled glass bowl.

“Just by adding these two, whipped cream is made?”

“Yes.”

Since this was his first attempt at baking, Kim Seohun had learned the simplest recipe possible. Just by adding whipping cream and sugar into a glass bowl and whisking it with a hand mixer, whipped cream would be complete.

As Kim Seohun began baking in earnest, Bomin put his rising s*xual desire aside for a moment and watched his actions intently.

Whiiiiing–

As the hand mixer rotated rapidly, the liquid whipping cream began to transform into the consistency of the whipped cream Bomin knew.

Stopping the mixer, Kim Seohun lightly shook off the whipped cream clinging to the hand mixer. Feeling playful again, Bomin poked his finger into the whipped cream and dabbed the stolen cream onto the tip of Kim Seohun’s nose.

“It suits you.”

Kim Seohun, with whipped cream suddenly on his nose, blinked blankly. Then, seeing Bomin smiling brightly at him, he burst into a bashful laugh.

Kim Seohun, just as Bomin had done, scooped up some whipped cream with his fingertip and dabbed it on Bomin’s cheek. Finding Bomin lovely, his cheeks puffed up with laughter, Kim Seohun lowered his head.

“Hnngh…”

Bomin opened his mouth without avoiding the approaching lips. Unlike the cold whipped cream, the heated flesh parted his lips and invaded him. The whipped cream on Kim Seohun’s nose touched Bomin’s face, and the whipped cream on Bomin’s cheek was crushed under his palm as he cupped Bomin’s face.

Their noses brushed against each other, their flesh of different sizes met in the air and then were pushed into Bomin’s mouth, tangling with saliva.

Although there was no trace of it now, Kim Seohun gently rubbed the area where Bomin had been injured during their oral s*x. Unable to swallow it all, saliva pooled in Bomin’s mouth and spilled over his lips as Kim Seohun’s tongue pushed in without hesitation.

It was a much more instinctive and passionate kiss than their usual ones.

The sweet scent tickling his nose made Bomin’s upper body lean back. Kim Seohun immediately reached out and supported Bomin’s waist securely. Under his palm, he felt the smooth skin, unhindered by anything except the apron strings.

“Seohun-ah…”

Taking advantage of the brief separation of their lips, Bomin blinked slowly. Calling Kim Seohun’s name, Bomin let out a restless voice. His c*ck, which had subsided while making the whipped cream, was already glistening with a transparent fluid at the tip.

Kim Seohun caressed his back but didn’t lower his hand to his b*ttocks, making Bomin’s throat tighten involuntarily. Finally, Bomin reached back and grabbed Kim Seohun’s hand resting on his waist, pulling it down.

As he placed his hand on the soft flesh above his b*ttocks, he felt his hole twitching.

“Wait a moment.”

Kim Seohun momentarily held back Bomin’s touch and took off his clothes. The knit, matching Bomin’s design, spread wide on the counter.

“I like this position.”

Then, he lifted Bomin and placed him on the counter where the knit lay. He then grabbed Bomin’s ankles and spread them apart, opening Bomin’s lower body wide. The apron rode up, shyly revealing his erect c*ck and the plump balls beneath it.

As the twitching hole, as if begging for something to be inserted, came into view, Kim Seohun finally lost his reason.

“…Shall we apply whipped cream… here?”

“What?”

While Bomin was questioning the suggestion, something he would only expect to hear from Han Biseong, Kim Seohun scooped up a handful of whipped cream from the glass bowl and applied it directly onto Bomin’s hole.

“Heut…”

Bomin’s toes curled. As if the base of his c*ck and his hole were cake layers, Kim Seohun, with a mesmerized expression, spread the whipped cream widely.

The cold sensation made his legs try to close, so Bomin held his own ankles to maintain the position. The whipped cream began to melt as it came into contact with his body heat. Without delay, Kim Seohun knelt on the floor, raised his upper body, and lowered his head.

His reddish tongue darted out and licked up the white whipped cream. Bomin bit his lower lip as the tongue grazed over his hole.

Thanks to the knit that Kim Seohun had laid down, his b*ttocks weren’t cold, but he felt a chill spread through his body as the whipped cream slowly melted.

“Is it too cold?”

“No…”

The coldness was only momentary, when the whipped cream was first applied. Now, his hole’s wrinkles opened and closed repeatedly with each lick of Kim Seohun’s tongue.

“Can’t you put it in already…?”

His hole had been restless since he had sucked Kim Seohun’s c*ck. As Kim Seohun began to rub around his hole in earnest, the inside of his stomach itched unbearably.

“Wait just a little longer.”

As if to soothe Bomin, Kim Seohun spread his tongue wide and licked up the whipped cream. The sweet taste spreading in his mouth made Bomin’s skin feel like a real dessert. The sweetness emanating from his skin, which he had always considered sweet, made his lower abdomen clench.

Gradually, his white skin became coated with Kim Seohun’s saliva instead of whipped cream. It wasn’t long before Kim Seohun’s tongue parted the tightly closed hole, resembling a light pink flower bud.

The sticky mucous membrane tightened as if to bite off his tongue. Kim Seohun gently caressed the inside of Bomin’s thighs. With his tongue inside, he rubbed around the hole with his lips, causing the flesh to twitch and pull Kim Seohun’s tongue further inside.

As he rolled his tongue, the muscles in Bomin’s thighs pulsed under his palm. Kim Seohun raised his gaze to take in Bomin’s face, flushed with heat.

Every time his tongue moved, the mucous membrane clung to it uncontrollably. Kim Seohun pressed his lips closer and moved his tongue until the hole softened languidly.

“Seohun-ah, that’s enough…”

Bomin, knowing this, urged him by wiggling his hips. Kim Seohun slowly raised his head. His straight nose and lips were completely glistening. Bomin reached down and gently stroked Kim Seohun’s hair.

His face, flushed from sucking his hole, looked more attractive than ever.

“I want to eat your c*ck.”

Even when he sucked it with his mouth, he was frantic with the hard sensation. Now, his hole was softened by the gentle caress. He wanted to immediately set up Kim Seohun’s c*ck and ride on top of it, shaking his hips freely.

Without avoiding the heated gaze, Kim Seohun stood up and pulled out his c*ck. His fully erect c*ck, glistening with prec*m at the tip, made it seem as if Bomin hadn’t just helped him c*m.

After lightly stroking his shaft up and down, Kim Seohun aligned the tip of his c*ck with the twitching entrance of Bomin’s hole. Bomin reached out and wrapped his arms around Kim Seohun’s neck. As their lips met, the enormous c*ck slowly disappeared into the throbbing hole.

More than half the length was buried in the hole in one go.

“Heu, ah…”

Bomin’s lips parted as his hole stretched to accommodate the size incomparable to a tongue. Kim Seohun soothingly pressed his lips to Bomin’s mouth repeatedly.

Holding his waist to secure him, he thrust further inside. The feeling of his hole stretching to the shape of the c*ck was always overwhelming at first. Kim Seohun, also feeling the tight grip of the hole around his c*ck, lowered his lips to Bomin’s ear and took a deep breath.

“Somehow… it feels stickier than usual…”

Even though Kim Seohun had already licked up all the whipped cream applied to the hole, it felt as if the s*x itself was exuding a sweet scent. Bomin turned his head and licked Kim Seohun’s lips with the tip of his tongue.

A faint sweetness lingered on Kim Seohun’s lips.

The sweet scent of whipped cream had permeated the air, making him feel as if his entire body had turned into a sugar cookie.

Bomin lowered his hand and caressed Kim Seohun’s broad back. With each movement of his hand, he could feel the firm muscles twitching powerfully.

It was then that Kim Seohun, who had been giving Bomin time to catch his breath with his c*ck buried to the root, began to move in earnest.

His heavy testicles slapped against Bomin’s perineum with more force than usual. Bomin’s head gradually tilted back. The pressure pushing heavily against his stomach made his arms, wrapped around Kim Seohun’s neck, tighten.

“Heung, ngh, ah, good…”

Perhaps because he had his hole thoroughly licked and then took the c*ck inside, the only discomfort was the initial tightness when the glans first entered. Thanks to the c*ck stimulating his prostate to the fullest, his moans were now filled with heat.

His legs, which he had been spreading wide, lost their strength from the relentless thrusts and slid down the counter. Kim Seohun lifted his slender legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Despite the rough movements, the apron continued to cover Bomin’s front. Each time his body bucked, the fabric would ride up, momentarily revealing his light pink c*ck leaking a transparent fluid, before it disappeared back into the clenching hole.

It wasn’t just his c*ck that peeked out and disappeared between the apron. His n*pples, plump and ripe for sucking, had darkened from being rubbed against the fabric.

“Bomin-ah, should I suck this too?”

“Hnngh…”

Kim Seohun immediately lowered his head and sucked the tempting flesh between his lips like a ripe fruit. As he sucked with a strong pull, Bomin’s legs tightened around Kim Seohun’s waist.

The other n*pple, left unattended, was pinched between Kim Seohun’s fingers. A tingling sensation spread from his chest, tightening his lower abdomen.

“This is where the real sweetness seems to come from…”

Kim Seohun looked down with a mesmerized expression at Bomin’s chest, now covered in his saliva. Both the n*pple he had sucked and the one he had touched were now redder than before.

He stretched his arm to the side and brought the glass bowl, smeared with the remnants of whipped cream, closer. Scooping up a generous amount of whipped cream, he spread it over Bomin’s chest.

Covered in whipped cream, Bomin’s n*pples looked truly like small, red berries. Unable to contain his impulse, Kim Seohun thrust his hips hard.

“Heuk…!”

Bomin’s body was pushed back a bit but was immediately pulled back by Kim Seohun’s strong arms, his c*ck buried deep inside. Kim Seohun placed a kiss on Bomin’s clearly defined collarbone, strained with tension.

The kiss, initially gentle, turned into nibbling, quickly leaving red marks on the fair skin.