PV Ch.20 Part 1

#20. Reuniting Through S*x

Bomin grinned, his eyes fixed on Jeong Hotae’s erection. It twitched, as if sensing his gaze.

It was massive, almost too big for his hands. And yet, Bomin, knowing how good it tasted, couldn’t help but lick his lips. 

“No.”

“…Why not?”

Jeong Hotae, despite his body’s obvious reaction, rejected Bomin’s silent plea. Bomin’s smile vanished.

“You’re not feeling well. You’re pale.” 

Jeong Hotae’s hand gently caressed Bomin’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

“Why can’t you just be honest with me for once? It’s always ‘no’ or ‘later’ or ‘next time.’ And then… you disappeared. I was left alone in that huge, empty apartment, feeling like… a lost dog.” 

“That’s…”

“Whatever happened… it doesn’t erase the pain I felt. If you knew how I lived after you left…” 

Bomin’s eyes welled up. Jeong Hotae reached out to comfort him, but Bomin turned away, his hand pushing him away. 

“Forget it. Maybe we were never meant to be. I shouldn’t have risked my life to save you…” 

Jeong Hotae grabbed his wrist as Bomin tried to leave the shower stall. His touch was apologetic. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Don’t cry. Okay?”

He leaned in, his lips gently catching the tears that were rolling down Bomin’s cheeks. Then, he kissed him, his initial hesitation melting away. 

He kissed Bomin as if he were drowning, desperate for air. 

His hand moved from Bomin’s slender neck to his lower back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine.

He cupped Bomin’s ass, his only soft spot, his touch possessive. 

“…I missed you too. I thought I’d never see you again… and then, you appeared before me. I can’t… put into words how I felt that day.” 

He spoke against Bomin’s lips, his voice low and husky. 

Bomin was drowning in his eyes.

They were a mix of gray and blue, like a stormy night sky, filled with unspoken emotions. Bomin’s heart ached as he watched them tremble.

“I… hurt you… I wanted you to be happy here… Even though… things didn’t go as planned.” 

“Will you… tell me everything this time? Without hiding anything?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Jeong Hotae smiled softly, pressing a light kiss against Bomin’s lips. 

Bomin, who had been passively accepting his kisses, suddenly wrapped his arms around Jeong Hotae’s neck, pulling him closer. He rubbed his half-hard c*ck against Jeong Hotae’s.

He stood on his tiptoes, his balance precarious.

Jeong Hotae, bending down, deepened the kiss, his hand moving to Bomin’s entrance. 

His fingers, lubricated by the water, gently massaged the tight entrance. 

“Just put it in.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Bomin, his voice a needy whine, kissed Jeong Hotae’s jaw. But Jeong Hotae refused to budge.

He still remembered how much pain Bomin had been in during their first time. 

He remembered Bomin’s tearful pleas, his worries that he would be permanently damaged. But now… it seemed like Bomin’s fear of s*x had vanished.

“We don’t have any lube… Wait here.” 

Bomin slid down to the floor, kneeling in the water. He looked up at Jeong Hotae, his c*ck hard and throbbing. 

“It’s good to see you again.” 

He teased the tip with his fingers, his eyes sparkling. Jeong Hotae’s jaw clenched. 

“Are you trying to test my patience?” 

“Yes.”

Bomin’s hands slid up and down Jeong Hotae’s c*ck, his fingers tracing the veins. Veins throbbed on his hips too.

“I think your c*ck… has the prettiest head.”

“You…”

Jeong Hotae started to say something, but Bomin’s tongue swirled around the head of his c*ck, silencing him. 

“God, it’s so big.” 

Bomin opened his mouth wide, his jaw aching as he took him in. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, savoring the smooth texture. 

Jeong Hotae’s eyes unfocused. Bomin smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and took him deeper. 

His c*ck was already leaking prec*m. He swallowed the bitter taste, wiping a stray droplet from the corner of his mouth. 

“Haa… You’ve gotten so good at this. It makes me want to kill all those who helped you improve.” 

Bomin, ignoring his dark humor, paused to catch his breath. His chest heaved.

His mouth was full, but there was still a considerable length left outside. He teased him with his tongue, his cheeks, his palate.

…Was it always this big?

He thought it was already fully erect. But it seemed to be growing even larger under his ministrations. 

“Retreat.” 

Bomin pulled back, his mouth aching. Jeong Hotae’s c*ck twitched, as if protesting. 

He soothed it with his tongue, licking the shaft and the base.

“It’s okay if it’s too big.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Despite his words, Jeong Hotae’s c*ck was hard and insistent. 

Bomin took him back into his mouth, swallowing him in one gulp. 

“Hng…”

The tip hit the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. He suppressed it, taking him deeper. 

His saliva and Jeong Hotae’s prec*m acted as a lubricant. The veins on the back of Bomin’s hand, as it gripped Jeong Hotae’s thigh, were prominent. 

He tilted his head back, taking him as deep as he could go, his nose brushing against his pubic hair.

“You’re… really…”

Jeong Hotae’s voice was low, almost a growl. He reached out, his hand gently pushing Bomin’s wet hair away from his forehead.

Bomin’s face was flushed, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. 

His throat was just as tight as his ass. Jeong Hotae’s hand trembled as he stroked Bomin’s hair. 

He wanted to bury his face in Bomin’s hair, to pull him away and then slam him back down. 

Bomin, tilting his head, took him all the way down, his lips brushing against his balls. 

Bomin’s heart pounded in his chest. 

The feeling of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck against his lips, the sensation of his c*ck being milked by those warm walls… It was too much. 

His vision blurred, then cleared. 

He pulled back slowly, his entrance contracting as Jeong Hotae’s c*ck slipped out. 

He bobbed his head, stretching his entrance, then relaxing it, repeating the motion. 

“This is driving me crazy…”

Jeong Hotae stroked Bomin’s flushed cheek, his breathing ragged. 

Bomin whimpered, tears streaming down his face.

He tightened his throat around Jeong Hotae’s c*ck as he felt it pulsing. 

Jeong Hotae came with a groan, his hot c*m filling Bomin’s mouth. Bomin swallowed, his throat working to take it all down. 

He looked up at Jeong Hotae, his eyes unfocused. Jeong Hotae’s eyes darkened as he saw the lust in his gaze. 

“Ah… I was trying to… get rid of the c*m…”

He suddenly remembered why he had been giving him a blowjob—he needed lube. 

He tried to spit it out, but there were only a few drops left. He licked them up, then rubbed his lips against Jeong Hotae’s c*ck, savoring the taste.

“Hng…” 

Jeong Hotae suddenly flipped him around, pushing him against the wall. Bomin braced himself, his hands pressed against the wet tiles.

“What are you doing?” 

“Preparing you.”

Jeong Hotae’s hands gripped his ass, spreading his cheeks. His hot breath fanned Bomin’s entrance, which pulsed in anticipation. 

He licked the puckered hole. Bomin bit his lip, his eyes fixated on Jeong Hotae’s face as it disappeared between his ass cheeks.

His long, unkempt hair, now damp, fell across his handsome face.

He brushed it back impatiently, his hand moving quickly. 

“Hng… Ah… It’s hot…”

Jeong Hotae, after teasingly licking the sensitive flesh surrounding Bomin’s hole, slipped his tongue inside.

His tongue was even hotter than the water cascading over them. 

Bomin’s legs weakened, and he would have collapsed if it weren’t for the shadows that suddenly shot out from beneath Jeong Hotae, binding his wrists to the wall. 

Jeong Hotae knelt before him, the chains on his ankles clinking against the tile floor.

The sounds of their wet bodies rubbing together filled the small shower stall. 

Bomin’s hole, slick with Jeong Hotae’s saliva, relaxed.

“Does it hurt?”

“No… Just put it in… please…”

Jeong Hotae slipped two fingers inside, preparing him. Bomin, unable to resist the pleasurable tingling, bucked his hips, urging him on. 

His hands were still bound, so he could only move his lower body.

“You won’t be able to stop me once I’m inside.”

“I know…”

Jeong Hotae stood up, positioning himself behind Bomin. His gaze, as it traveled down Bomin’s slender body, was intense. 

He aligned himself with Bomin’s entrance, the tip of his c*ck teasing the sensitive flesh. 

“Stop teasing…” 

Bomin, twisting his body, pulled Jeong Hotae’s c*ck towards him, his entrance swallowing the head. Jeong Hotae, responding to his silent plea, thrust forward. 

He was buried deep inside, his c*ck disappearing between Bomin’s ass cheeks. 

“Haa…”

A wave of pleasure shot through him, his entire body clenching.

His fingers, gripping the wall, turned white. S*x with Jeong Hotae was… different. It was a heady mix of physical and emotional intensity that pushed him to his limits.

“…Did you just c*m?”

“Ah, mhm…” 

Bomin’s c*m, despite his c*ck not being fully erect, shot out, hitting the wall. A white streak dripped down the tiles. 

Jeong Hotae chuckled, his lips pressing against Bomin’s temple. His hand reached down, grabbing Bomin’s sensitive c*ck.

Bomin’s knees buckled. 

Jeong Hotae held him up, his arm wrapping around his waist. He thrust upwards, taking advantage of Bomin’s weakness. 

“Ah, ah…!” 

He was fully sheathed, his balls slapping against Bomin’s ass. 

“I want… to untie my hands…” 

Bomin looked back at him, his eyes clouded with lust.

The shadows retreated. Bomin, his hands now free, roamed across Jeong Hotae’s body, his touch frantic.

He touched his well-defined abs, his muscular thighs, his sides. It was a needy, desperate touch, as if he was trying to find pleasure through his fingertips.

“Thrust… harder… don’t hold back…”