DP Side Story Episode 3

Deep Pivot Side Story, Episode 3

“Ugh… ah.”

Seo-joon let out a low moan, his brows tightening in response. The crimson light of the setting sun streamed through the living room windows, stretching all the way across the kitchen tile. His black hair, messy against the crumpled sheet beneath him, spilled just at the edge of that glowing border.

“Does it hurt?”

Yeon-woo asked nervously, watching his expression closely. Squish…

Each movement of his hand made a wet, slick sound from between Seo-joon’s legs.

“Should I use more lube?”

“No, ngh… Just—wait, a sec.”

Seo-joon propped himself up slightly and glanced down at his own body. The lube, warmed by their heat, had already soaked into the sheets that hadn’t even been broken in yet. At some point—without even realizing it—Yeon-woo had worked in three fingers, moving them slowly in and out.

Feeling the pressure and fullness inside, Seo-joon instinctively tightened around them. His eyes flicked to the half-empty tube of lube set aside nearby.

“Nngh… Are you planning to use the entire bottle?”

Yeon-woo, murmuring “just a little more, just a little…” had been practically pouring the gel in without restraint. Now it was melting and churning messily inside him, sloshing softly with every motion.

“…You did say to use enough that it would drip…”

Seo-joon looked up at his lover’s earnest, almost indignant eyes, and couldn’t help but respond with a baffled expression.

“When did I ever—?”

He frowned as Yeon-woo, ever the diligent partner, began to quote him word-for-word from some long-past moment.

“You said to soak it thoroughly, make sure it’s wet, and to keep adding more… even in the middle…”

Ji Seo-joon, you lunatic. Easy to say when it’s not your body.

“Just… just forget anything that crazy person said, Yeon-woo.”

Squish, squelch.

Amidst the increasingly awkward sounds, a fresh chill of lube began pushing its way back into his already slick insides.

Ughhh… Seo-joon groaned through clenched teeth.

Yeon-woo’s fingers were deep, twisting, spreading, teasing the sensitive inner walls in every way possible—and yet somehow, Seo-joon didn’t feel an ounce of pain. That in itself was proof of just how ruthless Yeon-woo could be when he wanted to.

Raising his upper body fully, Seo-joon braced a hand on Yeon-woo’s shoulder, lifting his hips just enough to remove the fingers still buried inside him.

Shlk, squelch…

The watery gel dripped freely, splattering against Yeon-woo’s thigh with soft, wet drops.

Plop, drip.

The wet sounds faded, replaced by a sudden, ambiguous silence. Seo-joon and Yeon-woo both paused—each for very different reasons. Seo-joon, out of sheer embarrassment.

Yeon-woo…

“This is kind of… really dirty, Lieutenant.”

He murmured, face burning bright red as he stared between Seo-joon’s legs.

Seo-joon, masking his mortification with practiced ease, offered a calm, almost smug smile. Then he reached out and wrapped his hand around Yeon-woo’s cock.

“Oh? Because it looks like you already came?”

“……”

It didn’t matter whose body it was—everything was slick and drenched in lube. Seo-joon ran his hand slowly, deliberately up and down Yeon-woo’s glossy, swollen shaft, then pressed a kiss to his flushed, overheated forehead.

“Just so we’re clear—don’t even think about grabbing a condom.”

There was no way his overly prepared lover had only brought lube. Seo-joon, clearly reading every thought bubbling under that round head of his, leaned down and gently bit Yeon-woo’s teasing lips.

“Mm… still, I thought…”

Muffled words, as if trying to protest, slipped from between Yeon-woo’s bitten lips.

He might not realize it, but Seo-joon certainly hadn’t forgotten: a Guide’s bodily fluids—especially the aphrodisiac component—affected both Espers and ordinary people alike. But Seo-joon was a man, there was no risk of pregnancy, and between the two of them, STI concerns were laughably irrelevant.

Which is exactly why Seo-joon had no intention whatsoever of ever bestowing Yeon-woo with the so-called “honor” of wearing a condom—not now, and not anytime soon.

“You’re seriously shameless, Yeon-woo.”

Seo-joon suddenly scolded, grinding his hips forward.

“Making a mess like this and now you want to talk about condoms?”

Squish…

The blunt, swollen tip slowly pressed into the slick entrance, spreading the soaked opening as it sank in inch by inch. Yeon-woo’s brows drew together slightly with a faint wince.

“Wh-what, ngh…”

Yeon-woo had worked him open so thoroughly, the inside felt loose, impossibly wet, as if it might never close again.

The way Yeon-woo’s length slid in without resistance—gliding along the slick, yielding walls—was almost unnervingly smooth.

“Can you feel it, Yeon-woo? All the stuff you left inside me…?”

Schlk, squelch.

The wet, messy sounds of penetration echoed shamelessly as Yeon-woo’s thick length slowly forced its way deeper. He exhaled a silent moan through gritted teeth, then rolled his hips forward again.

“N-no, ngh… that’s not… ngh, no…”

“What do you mean no?”

The lube pooled inside was pushed out in small, slippery dribbles as Yeon-woo’s cock pressed in, stretching the tight walls further.

“Ah…”

Seo-joon, who had been clenching and releasing the tip with trembling rhythm, finally sank his hips down fully with a low, languid sigh. The pain he had braced for never came—only the vivid pressure of being completely filled from the inside.

“Hngh… Lieutenant, ah…”

“Does it hurt?”

Seo-joon asked the question even though he already knew the answer—he wasn’t in pain at all. But still, he pretended to check, just to hear Yeon-woo’s voice.

Then, he gently took Yeon-woo’s hand and guided it around his waist.
Yeon-woo shook his head, pressing his forehead against Seo-joon’s chest.

“Nngh… It’s just… s-so hot and slippery…”

Ah… ahhh…

Every time Seo-joon moved his hips, Yeon-woo let out soft, breathy moans—less like cries of pleasure and more like overwhelmed sighs. Seo-joon, having taken him almost to the base—with just about the length of three fingers remaining—finally sank down fully with a deep, satisfied breath.

He wasn’t a doctor, but even he could feel it: this was his limit. He was filled to capacity. Yeon-woo’s cock, buried so deep inside it felt like it could never go further, gave a subtle twitch.

“Haah… Yeon-woo…”
Seo-joon pressed a kiss to Yeon-woo’s trembling eyelids, then cupped both his cheeks and gently tilted his head upward.
Yeon-woo’s dazed, tear-bright eyes met his.

…This moment.

How long he had waited for it.

He’d imagined this—countless times. Imagined swallowing Yeon-woo down completely, riding him until they were both soaked, lost in the heat.

In the Center’s hallways.

While choking down bland hospital meals.

In the sterile quiet of their shared room, where all they could do was lace fingers and wait for something more.

Now, all those restless days were melting away in the heat and pleasure pooling in his belly.

“Ah… ahh, Lieutenant… Lieutenant…”

That trembling, desperate voice calling his name over and over—it was always the sign.
Yeon-woo, still sensitive and prone to finishing quickly, was already nearing his limit.

Feeling a surge of pleasure rising within him, Seo-joon clenched his teeth and pressed forward, driving Yeon-woo harder. His lover’s thick torso tilted back slightly, and when those uncertain hands reached up to push him away, Seo-joon caught them and pinned them above his head.

“I-I think I’m gonna—ugh…”

His words came in ragged gasps as Seo-joon bit down on his lip, holding back his own wave of pleasure. The muscles deep inside him squeezed tight in response, his body welcoming every thrust with shuddering bliss.

Between their bodies, Yeon-woo’s cock rubbed again and again against Seo-joon’s abs, slick and hot with pre-release tension.

“…Ngh.”

Seo-joon let out a low moan as he sank his hips all the way down. Yeon-woo’s lips, which had been biting and kissing him frantically, finally slipped free. Their hot breaths tangled between parted mouths, thick and heavy with tension.

The pleasure, swollen to its limit, finally burst all at once.

“Ahh…”

“Hnnngh—”

A sigh and a soft, breaking moan spilled out at the same time. Seo-joon kept moving his hips, riding out the waves of sensation. The climax was long and intense—drawn out by all the time they had held back. He could feel Yeon-woo’s cock twitching deep inside, pumping heat into him with each shuddering release.

Darkness had quietly settled over the house.
In the corner of the kitchen, only the sound of their breath echoed—sharp, uneven, and deeply satisfied.

Smooch, smooch.

Seo-joon kissed Yeon-woo’s slack, open lips, then slowly raised himself just enough to untangle Yeon-woo’s hands from where he had pinned them. Their fingers laced together gently.

Schlk, squish.

He deliberately rolled his hips in slow circles, making the wet sounds between them louder and more obscene.

“Can you hear that? You came so much, it’s dripping out.”

“N-no, ngh… it’s not…”

Yeon-woo’s face twisted in flustered shame, his eyes glassy and red with embarrassment. Tears clung to the corners, sparkling like he was about to cry again.

“At this rate, Jeong-woo might get a baby brother, huh?”

“Th-that’s—don’t say weird stuff like that… ah—d-don’t…”

Seo-joon looked down at him—the lowered brows, the tightly drawn, trembling forehead. Yeon-woo looked utterly pitiful.

Beautifully so.

Still filled with satisfaction, Seo-joon kept rolling his hips, teasing him shamelessly.

“Then tell me—who came this much, huh? Yeon-woo?”

Schlk… squelch…

The slick, soaked mess between them made embarrassingly loud sounds with even the smallest motion. Each wet squish only made Yeon-woo flush deeper with shame. His eyes grew redder and redder with every word Seo-joon uttered.

“Did I bring home someone else’s cum? Whose is it, huh?”

Yeon-woo’s cock, still painfully sensitive after release, throbbed and twitched as it was squeezed tight by Seo-joon’s slick, clutching walls. As Seo-joon pressed his hips down again—just enough to stir everything inside—Yeon-woo’s fingers clenched tightly in their interlocked grip.

A broken mess of sounds spilled out of him—half moan, half answer, completely lost to sensation.

“Th-the lube, ngh… it’s the lube…”

“What? Who was it? Don’t cry—say it properly.”

“It’s the lube… it’s just the lube…”

“Right, sure—Mr. Lube. Must be nice, having so much of it.”

“Huuh…”

Lieutenant… you really are the worst kind of person…

Calling Seo-joon a pervert or shameless bastard wouldn’t even scratch the surface—and yet, for Yeon-woo, the harshest insult he could manage was still something as soft as “You’re a strange person, Lieutenant…”

“Ah—d-don’t move, please…”

Suddenly, Yeon-woo wrapped his arms tightly around Seo-joon’s waist and sat up, burying his forehead hard against Seo-joon’s chest.

“I just came, it’s all… weird now…”

“What are you talking about? We’re just getting started.”

Seo-joon, feeling him try to pull back from their connection, stubbornly pushed his hips down again, refusing to let go. He grabbed Yeon-woo’s chin firmly, lifting it with a slight growl.

“You’re really gonna lose to the lube?”

Yeon-woo’s swollen lips were swallowed up again, sucked on mercilessly without warning.

“Forget the lube—you need to fill me up with your cum until there’s no room left, Yeon-woo.”

There was no logic, no dignity in the words.
But having such a sweet lover had made Seo-joon this childish—this shameless.

Still, he couldn’t stop teasing him. It was like he was possessed.
The more Yeon-woo flinched, the more delightful it became. Watching him pull that teary, overwhelmed expression while his lower half clearly betrayed his pleasure—it was impossibly satisfying. Indescribably rewarding.