SS 4 Part 3

“Hng…!”

Bomin’s eyes flew open, his grip on Han Biseong’s hair tightening. 

Han Biseong’s tongue had flicked against the sensitive head of his c*ck. He was already on the verge of coming, and the unexpected stimulation sent him over the edge. 

 “…Sorry.”

He gasped, his hand reaching up to caress Han Biseong’s cheek. His c*m splattered across Han Biseong’s face, his forehead, his nose, his lips. 

He looked around for something to wipe it off with, but there was nothing. He was about to use his shirt, when… 

“Delicious.”

Han Biseong’s tongue darted out, licking up the c*m from the corner of his mouth. And then… something inside Bomin snapped.

“Hng…” 

He cupped Han Biseong’s face in his hands, his lips crashing against his. He had been letting Han Biseong lead, but now… he was taking control.

The air in the cabin, already thick with lust, grew heavy with their mingled breaths. Bomin kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring his mouth. 

The taste of his own c*m lingered, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of their tongues tangling, the heat sending shivers down his spine.

Their positions shifted. Han Biseong, who had been kneeling, sat down, pulling Bomin onto his lap. They continued kissing, their lips parting and meeting with a soft smack. 

His pants, bunched around his knees, prevented him from spreading his legs. It was an awkward position, but… he didn’t want to stop kissing him. 

He could see the parade outside, the colorful lights flashing past them, but his focus was on Han Biseong. His hands slipped under Han Biseong’s shirt, his fingers tracing the lines of his abs, then moving up to his chest. 

“…Can we… go all the way?”

Han Biseong, who had been limited to groping Bomin’s ass, was struggling to control himself. Bomin’s touch, his hand on his chest, was pushing him to his limit. 

“Yes.” 

Bomin, his eyes half-lidded, gazed down at him. He was ready, his mind filled with thoughts of s*x. They could crash to the ground, for all he cared. He knew he would be safe with Han Biseong.

Han Biseong, a smile playing on his lips, licked Bomin’s neck. Bomin moaned, his body shifting as he tried to remove his shirt. 

“I’ll help you.”

Bomin’s view changed. He could no longer see the parade; now, all he could see was the opposite seat. Han Biseong, pulling him closer, removed his pants and underwear. He was still wearing his socks and shoes. 

“Do you have… lube?”

His hole was getting more and more elastic with each passing day, but… he still needed lube, especially for the first time. 

“Of course.” 

Han Biseong pulled out a small tube of lube. It had become a necessity, his constant desire to fuck Bomin making him prepared for any situation.

“It’s going to be a little cold.”

He turned Bomin around, their bodies facing each other. He then gently inserted the tip of the tube into Bomin’s hole, his voice soft as he whispered against his ear. 

Bomin, his arms wrapping around Han Biseong’s neck, chuckled. He was amused by Han Biseong’s transformation, from a rough, selfish lover to a doting one. 

“Hng… hurry up… and warm me up with yours.” 

He was right; the lube was cold. It felt even colder against his heated skin. He whispered against Han Biseong’s ear, his lips brushing against his earlobe.

“…Two at once.”

Han Biseong nodded, two fingers immediately slipping inside, stretching him open. The lube made it easy. 

Han Biseong’s c*ck throbbed as he felt those tight walls clenching around his fingers. Bomin, his tongue tracing the shell of his ear, nibbled on his earlobe. 

Han Biseong’s fingers moved faster, a third one joining them. Bomin’s hole stretched, accommodating them. 

“I’m at my limit. Can I go in now?”

Han Biseong, unbuckling his belt, pulled out his c*ck. He, unlike Bomin, was still fully clothed. Bomin looked down at his c*ck, which was bobbing before him, its tip glistening with prec*m. 

He reached out, his hand wrapping around the base. 

“Ah, hng…”

He lowered himself onto Han Biseong’s c*ck, his hole stretching to accommodate him. He moaned, the sensation intense. 

“Your hole… it’s amazing. It’s like… it’s always the first time.”

Han Biseong, his hands gripping Bomin’s ass, spread his cheeks. He was feeling the pressure too. No matter how many times they had s*x, Bomin’s hole was always tight, those muscles clenching around him. 

It was incredible, how tight he was, even though he could now easily take two c*cks at once. 

“Hng…”

He groaned as the head of his c*ck stretched Bomin open. Han Biseong licked away the drool that was dripping from Bomin’s lips. 

Bomin, his breath hitching, sought his lips. Han Biseong, sensing his need, kissed him deeply.

He thrust slowly as they kissed, his movements controlled. Bomin, his eyes closed, moaned, the feeling of Han Biseong’s c*ck filling him overwhelming. 

He wrapped his arms around Han Biseong’s neck, his nose burying itself in his skin. 

“Ah… good…”

The enclosed space, the view, the feeling of Han Biseong inside him… it was making him feel hotter. Han Biseong, turning his head, kissed Bomin’s flushed cheek. 

Bomin’s cheek was wet with tears. Han Biseong, his tongue licking away the salty droplets, lifted Bomin up, his c*ck rubbing against Bomin’s sensitive spot as he lowered him back down. 

“Hng…”

Bomin’s head tilted back. Han Biseong’s grip on his ass tightened as he felt Bomin’s inner muscles clenching around him. 

Bomin, lost in the pleasure, started bucking his hips. The cabin swayed, the movement making it feel as if they were on a creaky bed. He clenched his inner muscles, the sensation making his stomach tighten.

“Are you… scared? You’re clenching so tight.” 

Han Biseong chuckled, his hand massaging Bomin’s ass. But he didn’t slow down; his thrusts became more forceful. 

“Ah…! Is this… hng… going to… collapse?”

He had never thought of himself as having a fear of heights. The Ferris wheel was sturdy, but… he wasn’t sure if it was built to withstand this. 

His thighs tightened around Han Biseong’s waist. Han Biseong’s c*ck, however, was relentless, its every thrust making him forget his worries. 

Bomin, his head lolling back, moaned. Han Biseong, catching his head, kissed him. 

“Hng, ah…” 

Bomin’s lips were slick with saliva. Han Biseong licked them, his tongue exploring Bomin’s mouth. Bomin’s body was on fire, his senses overwhelmed. 

He gently bit down on Bomin’s neck, leaving a mark. It was a dark mark, one that would make the others panic. He soothed it with his tongue. 

He wanted to cherish Bomin, to treat him gently, and yet… he also wanted to make him cry, to mark him as his.

“Ahh, hng…!” 

He apologized by thrusting into Bomin, hitting his sweet spot. Bomin’s fingers dug into his shoulders, his body trembling. It was an unbearable pleasure, a feeling that wouldn’t go away, no matter how much he was touched. 

He touched the fogged-up window, his palm clearing a small circle. He could see the parade below, the colorful floats moving slowly. They were near the bottom now. The parade, which was supposed to be moving throughout the park, was circling them. Han Biseong must have arranged it. 

“You’re… a pervert…” 

“Thanks for the compliment.”

He could have sworn the people in the parade were staring at them, at their swaying cabin. 

It was exhilarating, this public display of affection. His inner muscles clenched as he felt a thrill of excitement. Han Biseong lifted him up, then brought him down, his thrusts hard and fast. 

“Ah, hng…!” 

His eyes squeezed shut, tears spilling from them. He moaned, his hand reaching down to stroke his c*ck. 

“I’ll take care of that. Just relax and enjoy.” 

Before Bomin could even touch himself, Han Biseong grabbed his hand, guiding it to the back of his neck. His hand, much warmer than Bomin’s, wrapped around his soft c*ck. 

It fit perfectly in his hand. He stroked it, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive head. His c*ck was still buried deep inside Bomin, his movements relentless. 

“Hng, uh, ah…!”

Bomin’s body thrashed, his breathing ragged. Han Biseong, his lips brushing against Bomin’s neck, continued to stroke his c*ck, his thrusts never faltering.

“You like this that much?”

Bomin, his body sensitive, came in Han Biseong’s hand. His inner muscles clenched as he came, milking Han Biseong. Han Biseong, groaning, followed suit, his c*m filling Bomin.

“W-Wait…”

“Why? You love it when I touch you like this.”

Han Biseong, ignoring Bomin’s weak protest, continued to stroke his c*ck. He rubbed his thumb against the sensitive head, making Bomin tremble. 

“It’s… still so hard…”

“You’re like… natural Viagra.” 

His c*ck, which had shrunk slightly after coming, was already hard again. It was normal for c*cks to get softer after ejaculation, but… Han Biseong’s c*ck, like the others’, was different. It was large and always hard. 

Han Biseong, his hand still sticky with c*m, touched Bomin’s lips. Bomin, his tongue darting out, licked his fingers, then sucked on them. 

“Ugh… it’s gross…”

“You love c*m. Don’t you like yours?” 

“No…”

Bomin’s brow furrowed, as if he had tasted something unpleasant. The contrast between his current expression and the one he made when he was sucking his c*ck off was amusing. Han Biseong chuckled. 

His lower abdomen tightened as he saw Bomin looking at him with those dazed eyes. He wanted to fuck him again, even though his c*ck was still buried deep inside him. 

He nudged Bomin’s prostate with the tip of his c*ck. Bomin’s eyes widened.

“Hng… ah… no…”

“Does it feel too good?”

“Haa…” 

His voice was gentle, but his c*ck wasn’t. Bomin, his eyes squeezing shut, rested his head against his shoulder. He had only managed a single word of protest.

Han Biseong, lifting his chin, captured his lips in a kiss. Bomin eagerly kissed him back, his tongue seeking him out.

Bomin’s back arched, his hips bucking, as Han Biseong thrust into him. The sensation was unbearable, his c*ck hitting that spot over and over again. His mouth went dry. 

“Hng, mhm…”

He was being devoured, Han Biseong’s tongue exploring his mouth. His palate was tickled by the tip of his tongue, making him gasp for air. 

Han Biseong’s face, usually cold and aloof, was flushed, his eyes filled with a desperate longing. Bomin’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched him struggle to control himself. 

“Lee Bomin.” 

“Yes…” 

Han Biseong pulled away, his teeth gently nipping at Bomin’s nose. Bomin, his eyes fluttering open, replied weakly.

“I love you.”