SS 9 Part 3

Jeong Hotae lifted Bomin into his arms. Bomin responded to the cheers of the people by waving the bouquet high in the air.

Forgetting his shyness and fully basking in the blessings of the people, his bright smile shone brilliantly beneath the dazzling chandelier.

“Wow~ Is this the wedding car?”

“Of course, we had to prepare one since it’s a wedding.”

Bomin exclaimed as he looked at the black limousine decorated with countless fresh flowers. Han Biseong spoke in a boastful tone, as if asking why Bomin was so impressed by something like this.

Even so, the corners of his lips curled up as he saw Bomin was more pleased than he had expected.

“Seohun-ah, don’t you want to have s*x in here?”

“H-Huh?“

Startled by Bomin, who was smiling mischievously and grabbing his arm, Kim Seohun’s eyes widened like a puppy caught in the act.

“You had dirty thoughts when you rode in a limousine with me before, didn’t you?”

Kim Seohun recalled a memory he had forgotten. It was when they went to Switzerland. The car was so spacious that he had thought it would be okay to have s*x with Bomin in a place like this.

“Um… It’s our wedding day today, so let’s hurry to the hotel we reserved.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say it lacked romance. But today was the day of their ‘wedding,’ a day he wanted to remember forever. He believed that on a day like this, they should go to a nice place and have s*x more sacredly than usual.

Nurturing his romantic fantasies about the wedding and the first night, Kim Seohun shook his head. Kim Seohun had made the reservation. It was a luxurious hotel suite overlooking the East Sea.

“Hmm… It’s a bit boring to just go like this.”

“How much energy do you want to waste before we even get there? The sun is still high in the sky. You should be prepared for tonight.”

Song Jaeho put his arm around Bomin’s shoulder with a mischievous smile on his face. He didn’t know how much he had held back the urge to push Bomin down right there and then while watching him walk down the aisle.

“Touch this. It’s already bulging, right?”

Song Jaeho, his playfulness unstoppable, pulled Bomin’s hand and placed it between his legs. Bomin, without showing any surprise, fondled Song Jaeho’s crotch.

Around the time when the smile on Song Jaeho’s face gradually faded and a clear desire appeared in his eyes due to Bomin’s touch…

“Don’t touch things like that.”

As if there was something dirty on Bomin’s fingertips, Yoon Bisam pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket with an elegant gesture. The corners of Song Jaeho’s lips twitched at the sight of Yoon Bisam wiping Bomin’s fingertips and palm with a white hand.

“It’s a good day today. Looks like someone’s getting restless.”

To Song Jaeho, Yoon Bisam’s actions were no different from picking a fight. He had placed Bomin’s hand on his crotch, but it was Bomin’s choice to fondle him.

He was offended by the look in Yoon Bisam’s eyes, as if he was forcibly molesting Bomin.

“As Song Jaeho Esper said, it’s a good day today. Cheer up. Bomin-ssi, shall we get in the car first?”

It was Shi Yu-hyeon who resolved the tense situation. He gently guided Bomin into the wedding car first.

“Alright, alright. If you’re going to fight, do it tomorrow when Lee Bomin is asleep. Anyway, I’m driving.”

Han Biseong shrugged and headed towards the driver’s seat. Won Seongwoo got into the passenger seat, and Jeong Hotae followed Shi Yu-hyeon and sat next to Bomin.

After Kim Seohun, who had been watching their eyes, slipped into the car, Song Jaeho had no choice but to suppress the aggression he had been subtly displaying.

After Yoon Bisam finally got into the car, Han Biseong immediately turned the steering wheel smoothly.

“Lee Bomin, get some sleep. Tonight will be very long.”

Han Biseong made eye contact with Bomin through the rearview mirror and gave him a long, meaningful look. Perhaps due to the lingering excitement of the wedding, Bomin’s cheeks were still flushed.

He looked so enticing that Han Biseong felt a momentary urge to stick out his tongue and lick him.

“But how long will it take us to get to the hotel?”

“Well, since the car is a wedding car, we can’t use the ability users’ exclusive road. So, about three hours?”

Han Biseong answered after checking the navigation in response to Bomin’s question. Since it wasn’t rush hour, the estimated arrival time wouldn’t be too far off.

“It seems a waste to just sleep…”

Bomin subtly stroked the inside of Shi Yu-hyeon’s thigh, who was sitting next to him. Song Jaeho, sitting across from them, laughed as if he was dumbfounded.

“You still felt like stopping me after seeing that?”

Despite holding the position of association president, Song Jaeho spoke to Yoon Bisam without hesitation.

“You’re right. I guess I underestimated Lee Bomin.”

Yoon Bisam didn’t mind if Song Jaeho spoke casually. He didn’t care if they used informal language or called him “Hey” as long as it wasn’t a formal occasion.

It was possible because all his attention was focused on Bomin. He didn’t care what the others did to him.

“Do you think it will be boring on the way there?”

“Yes.”

Yoon Bisam pressed his lips to the area where Bomin’s cheek and neck met and whispered in a low voice. Bomin turned his head and lightly sucked on Yoon Bisam’s lower lip before letting go.

He could already clearly feel the touch of Shi Yu-hyeon’s er*ct c*ck through the fabric of his pants with his left hand. Yoon Bisam’s eyes darkened further.

Yoon Bisam slowly reached his hand behind Bomin’s back. The movement of tracing Bomin’s spine with his fingertips inside his clothes was both blatant and secretive.

“…I like your scent.”

Bomin buried his nose in the nape of Yoon Bisam’s neck and inhaled deeply. As Yoon Bisam’s unique scent filled his lungs, the area between his legs, which had been reacting since earlier, twitched.

A tingling sensation arose around his tailbone. Bomin rubbed his b*ttocks against the car seat, enjoying the rising heat.

“Are you guys seriously… No way, right? You’re not doing what I think you are, right?”

Han Biseong, who had been concentrating on driving, voiced his complaint at the erotic atmosphere emanating from the back seat.

“I would have sat in the back if I knew this would happen!”

He had taken the wheel thinking that he would let them rest in the car, since he planned to immediately strip Bomin’s clothes off as soon as they arrived at the hotel and lick, bite, and suck all over his body.

He had thought the others felt the same way.

“Hey, switch the steering wheel.”

“Han Biseong, if we get into an accident, you’re on your own.”

Han Biseong, breathing heavily with excitement, nudged Won Seongwoo’s arm. The car was still moving smoothly forward, but if Han Biseong didn’t calm down, it could lead to a traffic accident.

At Song Jaeho’s cold voice, Han Biseong ran a hand through his hair irritably.

“But once we arrive at the hotel, Lee Bomin’s bottom is definitely mine.”

“Whatever.”

Even before the wedding, Han Biseong had been pushed back in the rotation and hadn’t held Bomin for several days. Now, seeing Bomin’s clothes being taken off one by one, his mouth couldn’t help but burn with impatience.

Finally, he was able to focus on driving only after receiving the promise that Bomin would be his after they arrived at the hotel. However, he couldn’t help but turn his head back every time the car stopped at a traffic light.

“Hmm…”

“You’re so hot. Are you already this wet?”

Yoon Bisam sat the half-naked Bomin on his lap. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing glimpses of his light pink n*pples.

His pants had long since been unbuckled and lowered to his thighs. While caressing Bomin’s soft cheek with his right hand, Yoon Bisam gently stroked the tip of Bomin’s wet c*ck with his other hand.

Song Jaeho loosened the tie that was constricting his neck. Yoon Bisam was the one who officially started it, but everyone’s eyes were gradually losing focus.

“Anyone have lube?”

“…Here.”

At Song Jaeho’s words, Kim Seohun took out a portable lube from his pocket.

“You know, you’re quite honest. You look like the type who wouldn’t be so upfront.”

Song Jaeho smirked at the lube that appeared without hesitation. Kim Seohun, his face flushed crimson, mumbled in a barely audible voice.

“…Because I don’t want Bomin to be in pain.”

Perhaps Kim Seohun had foreseen what would happen in the wedding car. Judging by the way he had packed the portable lube in his suit as if it were a necessity.

“Then do you have condoms too?”

“Yes.”

Bomin liked bare d*cks.

That’s why condoms were scarce in the spacious mansion, which had everything. The fact that their d*ck sizes were so large that it was difficult to find suitable ones on the market also played a role.

The condom Song Jaeho requested was for preparing Bomin’s hole, in a set with the lube. That way, they could make his insides slick faster.

“Ugh, it’s cold…”

Bomin, clinging to Yoon Bisam’s neck, bucked his hips. Because Song Jaeho had squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hole all at once.

“Just bear with it a little. I’ll warm you up soon.”

The hole, already starting to twitch, was still a light pink. Thanks to the glistening lube, the delicately formed wrinkles were clearly visible.

“Hngh…”

Song Jaeho inserted two fingers from the start. At the slight foreign sensation, Bomin rubbed his forehead against Yoon Bisam’s neck.

Until the pleasure spot was pressed, the feeling of something going against the natural flow in his hole wasn’t very pleasant.

“Touch my n*pples…”

Bomin grabbed Yoon Bisam’s idle hand and put it inside his shirt. The shirt, which had been secured with a garter belt, was already halfway out of his pants, covering half of his b*ttocks.

From the moment Song Jaeho started fingering his hole, a tingling sensation arose from his n*pples. Bomin, honest with his desires, didn’t hold back and used Yoon Bisam’s hand as a tool.

“Gladly.”

Yoon Bisam licked Bomin’s earlobe with the tip of his tongue and gave him the answer he wanted.