SS 7 Part 4

“My chest… it tickles…”

The melted whipped cream, applied but not yet licked, was flowing down Bomin’s chest. It flowed over his sculpted abs and down to his pubic area, devoid of hair, soaking it with the sweet liquid.

“I’ll lick it.”

Without hesitation, Kim Seohun began to clean up the mess he had made. He moved his head without pause, following the trail of melted whipped cream. As the sweet cream and the even softer skin entered his mouth, his lower abdomen tightened.

“Haa, Bomin-ah…”

Kim Seohun briefly lifted his head, grabbed Bomin’s hips, and quickly moved his waist back and forth. He timed his thrusts so that his thick c*ck would slip out of the hole just as the whipped cream reached the point of connection, making even his c*ck sticky.

The narrow walls of Bomin’s hole expanded and contracted with Kim Seohun’s movements, tightening around his c*ck when it was inside and then loosening when it was pulled out. This gave Kim Seohun the feeling of breaking through a barrier each time he thrust his hips.

Bomin was also panting from the feeling of his organs being pushed around. As if the inner walls were alive, they clung greedily to Kim Seohun’s c*ck, kneading and squeezing it.

“Heuuk…!”

The enormous glans slammed deep inside Bomin’s abdomen. The impact, like a fist hitting his insides, scraped his vocal cords, forcing out a husky moan.

Unable to think straight with the red mucous membrane clinging to and kneading his c*ck, Kim Seohun narrowed his eyes and slowly pulled his hips back. He pulled his c*ck out until only the coronal ridge remained at the entrance of the hole, then quickly thrust back in. Bomin rubbed his sweat-drenched forehead against Kim Seohun’s shoulder.

Unable to bear the pleasure, tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his small face. Kim Seohun pressed his lips to Bomin’s flushed eyelids. He then lifted his lower body high and thrust down.

“Aaah, ah, ah…!”

With each thrust of Kim Seohun’s c*ck, a moan escaped Bomin’s lips. Unable to hold back any longer, Bomin released a whitish s*men from the tip of his erect c*ck. To prevent Bomin’s slick body from slipping, Kim Seohun gripped his hips tightly, leaving red handprints.

As a result, Bomin’s c*ck, coated in translucent s*men, was rubbed between their stomachs. The apron, now crumpled and stained with s*men in several places, was beyond saving.

“I-I can’t anymore…”

Ignoring Bomin’s sensitive mucous membrane, still raw from his orgasm, Kim Seohun relentlessly pounded his c*ck inside. The inner walls, writhing, tightened and gripped Kim Seohun’s c*ck at will.

Kim Seohun, too, couldn’t hold back any longer and released his pent-up s*men inside Bomin. It was a greater amount than what Bomin had swallowed earlier. Because he continued thrusting even as he came, white foam formed at their point of connection.

“Heuu, ah, heu...!”

Bomin’s head lolled back like a baby. Kim Seohun greedily latched onto his neck, sucking on his prominent Adam’s apple. He left reddish marks on Bomin’s neck before turning his attention back to his whipped cream-covered chest.

S*men overflowed and dripped from their connection, making a slapping sound against the cold countertop like a wet towel hitting the floor.

Kim Seohun supported Bomin’s b*ttocks and lifted him from the countertop. With the feeling of suddenly dropping down, Bomin desperately clung to Kim Seohun’s neck.

Bomin’s legs had lost their strength and could no longer wrap around Kim Seohun’s waist. His slender legs, spread wide open, dangled and swayed each time Kim Seohun lifted his hips.

“Too, heuk, deep…”

With Bomin’s weight added, Kim Seohun’s c*ck penetrated even deeper. With the glans pounding against his most sensitive spot, Bomin shook his head and shed tears.

Since Bomin was still wearing the apron, a rustling sound was created with each thrust as their bodies rubbed against the fabric. Kim Seohun, who would normally have removed the apron to prevent discomfort, was now preoccupied with thrusting his hips.

“Bomin-ah, Bomin-ah…”

Kim Seohun sought out Bomin’s lips, parted just enough to reveal the tip of his red tongue. He greedily sucked on Bomin’s plump lips, pushing his tongue in as if to reach his throat.

Even though the blinds were drawn and they had rented the entire second floor of the studio, it was still an open space where others could enter at any time.

The forbidden nature of the space made him even more excited than usual. Sucking and licking Bomin’s tongue, which tasted sweeter than whipped cream, Kim Seohun thrust his lower body even more fiercely.

The inner walls, stimulated by the upward thrusts, pulsed even more intensely than before. Even though they had both just come, they were quickly approaching another climax, panting and gasping for air.

“Seohun-ah, I think I’m going to slip…”

Because of his sweat-slicked skin, the friction between them kept decreasing. As the arms around Kim Seohun’s neck also began to lose strength, like his legs, Bomin expressed his unease.

Other Espers had such quick reflexes that he would have felt confident that they could catch him safely even if he fell, but Kim Seohun was a Guide like him, which made him feel anxious.

While Kim Seohun was strong enough to lift Bomin’s body easily, the constant slipping was a problem.

“It’s okay. I won’t let you get hurt.”

As if to reassure Bomin, Kim Seohun firmly gripped his waist, holding him in place. He then lifted both of Bomin’s legs and hooked his ankles over his shoulders.

“Heuk, wait a moment…”

This was a new position for Bomin, and he twisted his waist. Instead of letting go, Kim Seohun held Bomin completely immobile and continued to thrust his c*ck into his hole.

Relieved of the fear of falling, Bomin opened his mouth and gasped for breath as the c*ck ravaged his insides as if to pierce his throat.

Bomin was so lost in Kim Seohun’s thrusts that he forgot his body was sticky with a mixture of sweat and leftover whipped cream. His own c*ck, hardened again, was pressed and flattened between their stomachs.

Kim Seohun’s c*ck, as if defying the fact that it had just ejaculated, had been hard for a while now. The rock-hard flesh relentlessly pounded against his sensitive inner walls, and the tears streaming down Bomin’s face showed no sign of stopping.

“You’re even more beautiful today…”

While he felt bad for Bomin crying, the thought that he was the cause of those tears filled him with an indescribable sense of satisfaction that spread through his chest like wildfire. Bomin’s wet, black eyes sparkled with affection whenever they met Kim Seohun’s.

Seeing this, Kim Seohun’s eyes also welled up with tears.

There was no way Bomin, who hadn’t looked away, could miss this.

“What’s wrong…?”

While Kim Seohun was prone to crying, Bomin couldn’t think of any reason for him to cry now. He himself was crying due to a physiological reaction.

“That you’re here with me like this, Bomin…”

His words, about to confess that it was because he was too happy, trailed off as his lips met Bomin’s. Bomin easily parted his lips and entered. He pressed his tongue against Bomin’s soft lower lip, then stroked the hidden flesh inside with the tip of his tongue.

The faint sweet scent made his lips curl into a smile involuntarily. It was because this moment, with their bodies deeply intertwined, felt as sweet as whipped cream.

“Me too. I really like you, Seohun-ah, heut…!”

Only after Kim Seohun’s lips were glistening with his saliva did Bomin pull away. Cupping Kim Seohun’s cheeks and gazing deeply into his eyes, Bomin’s confession completely shattered Kim Seohun’s remaining reason.

After laying Bomin down on the countertop, Kim Seohun began to thrust his hips fiercely. With his hands supporting the backs of Bomin’s knees, Bomin had no choice but to spread his legs wide and watch with hazy eyes as the intimidatingly thick c*ck moved in and out between his legs.

The metal countertop shook violently with the rough movements, as if it would break at any moment. The knit sweater beneath Bomin, despite being new, was now covered in pills from the friction.

Kim Seohun’s well-defined abs became even more prominent each time his c*ck was squeezed by Bomin’s inner walls. Bomin’s gaze traced the lines of Kim Seohun’s perfectly masculine body, his toes wiggling as he caressed his abs.

Even this small movement caused Kim Seohun’s abs to twitch, filling Bomin’s vision.

Like a starving person presented with a delicious meal, his mouth watered. Even though he was already taking Kim Seohun’s c*ck below, he wanted to devour his entire body even more greedily.

Bomin tilted his head back and gasped for breath. His heart and lungs pounded like those of a long-distance runner.

“More, do it faster…”

Even though his hole was being roughly pounded to the point that the surrounding skin was red and swollen, Bomin urged Kim Seohun on. Finally, Kim Seohun grabbed Bomin’s slender ankles, spread them wide, and thrust his hips as if to pierce him through.

Bomin’s soft cheeks puffed out like dough, then trembled as they returned to their round shape. His waist bounced halfway off the countertop with each powerful thrust of the c*ck that threatened to break him.

“Heu, aaah, Seohun-ah…”

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Bomin shook his head. The tears that had welled up in his eyes flowed down, warming the cold surface of the countertop. Bomin turned his head and rubbed his burning cheek against the countertop.

The cool sensation against his face, so hot it felt like his brain might melt, was only momentary.

The moment Kim Seohun grasped both of Bomin’s ankles with one hand and reached down with the other to grab his dangling c*ck, Bomin’s eyes widened. Kim Seohun’s thumb gently stroked the glans, from which a clear fluid was dripping.

“Euaah…!”

As Kim Seohun’s fingernail scraped against his urethral opening as if to widen it, Bomin’s toes curled. His legs, raised in the air, tensed, the muscles in his calves standing out prominently.

Watching Bomin lost in the heat, Kim Seohun, instead of slowing down, kept his gaze fixed on him and took Bomin’s Achilles tendon into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue.

As the ticklish sensation spread from his ankle, Bomin’s light pink c*ck twitched and throbbed in Kim Seohun’s hand, even more aroused.