DP Side Story Episode 11
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story, Episode 11
“Aahng…! Yeon, Yeon-woo, ah, ngh—your, your ankles—careful, ah, ugh!”
Veins stood out on Yeon-woo’s temple as he clenched his teeth. His hips, pressed firm between Seo-joon’s thighs that reflexively tightened from the impact, were locked in tight. Every time Yeon-woo thrust his hips upward, the bumper around his cock fought back against the entry, making a steady thud, thud sound as skin met skin.
“You’re not allowed… to go anywhere.”
“I g-got it… ngh, ha, uuugh…!”
Stay with me… Lieutenant, please stay by my side for the rest of my life. The trembling words slipped out, but no one paid them any mind—not even Yeon-woo himself.
The elastic ring, pressed by the forceful thrusts, looked as though it might be driven right into the opening. Yeon-woo ground in deep, as if trying to force his way through even the tightly clenched edge that seemed unwilling to allow even a thread through, crushing it just to enter. A thick, muffled moan slipped out from between his teeth.
“Lieutenant… ha, ngh…”
The desperate urge to release felt, for some reason, almost sorrowful to Yeon-woo. His eyes stung with sudden heat, and he squeezed them shut, pressing his warm forehead against Seo-joon’s as he rode out the fierce climax.
Was it sadness because he couldn’t be completely consumed by him? Or was it the frustration of not being able to fully become one with him? Whenever Yeon-woo reached his peak, tears always welled up.
Creak, creak. He climaxed in several bursts, tapping against the slick, clenched inner walls, and kept moving his hips to draw out the final wave to the very end.
Ah, ngh… Seo-joon’s belly flinched in sync with the twitching of Yeon-woo’s cock. Watery semen splattered down with a wet plop. Untouched by hands, untouched even by each other’s bodies, his tip hung in the air—bobbing faintly, releasing the last drops of pleasure.
Their breaths tangled wildly in the lingering heat between them.
“More… Lieutenant, please… just a little more…”
“Yeon-woo, w-wait… Yeon-woo, it’s too deep—Yeon-woo, w-wait, your ankle—ah…!”
Seo-joon’s frantic words broke off, each one cut short until they turned into near-screams. His body trembled uncontrollably as he cried out. His wrists, still bound by Yeon-woo, couldn’t escape, and all he could do was claw helplessly at the sheets beneath him.
“You… like it. Don’t you.”
With a hard thrust, Seo-joon’s stiff cock twitched, bobbing with each movement. There wasn’t even any semen left to release—his inner walls just clenched rhythmically around him.
“Hngh…”
“Ngh, right now, here… you’re trembling so much, Lieutenant. It feels good, doesn’t it? It does, right…?”
“Yeon-woo, ah—ah, your ankle—ugh… aaah…!”
“I like it too. I really like it… I love it, Lieutenant. Haa, I love it…”
“Ugh, you—stepp…”
Before he could finish, his lips were bitten down hard. Yeon-woo suckled the soft flesh between his teeth, and as he pushed in even deeper, he whispered low and sweet: I love you so much, Lieutenant.
Seo-joon’s body was completely pinned down, unable to move. Yeon-woo buried his face in his shoulder and let out a moan filled with pleasure.
For the first time in his 21 years, Yeon-woo let go of all the restraint he’d never once abandoned—and only after several more minutes passed did he manage to regain control of himself again.
The long, lingering kiss in the afterglow became, for Yeon-woo, a slow return to reason. The way he had devoured Seo-joon so thoroughly—it almost seemed like he’d lost his mind for a moment. But now, with his usual composed face as if nothing had happened, he spoke:
“I think we did too much today. At this rate, you’ll fall sick, Lieutenant.”
Seo-joon, who had nearly lost his composure and cried under Yeon-woo’s relentless pace, barely managed to pull himself back together in time to salvage his adult dignity. He rationalized the few tears stolen by Yeon-woo’s kisses as nothing more than a natural reaction.
“Don’t exaggerate. I’m not going to get sick.”
As Yeon-woo wiped between Seo-joon’s soaked thighs and tended to the persistent cleanup with strong arms inside the warm bath, Seo-joon fully reclaimed his sense of pride and managed to act like he had it all together again.
“I’m sturdier than you think, Yeon-woo.”
A low voice drifted across the steam rising from the warm water. Seo-joon cupped Yeon-woo’s flushed cheeks, met his eyes, and brushed back his damp hair. Yeon-woo’s forehead creased slightly.
“Don’t say such foolish things.”
“Even when we go at it like crazy, I’m perfectly fine the next day, aren’t I?”
The water, barely held within the rim of the tub, finally spilled over with a soft splash. Letting out a sigh, Yeon-woo leaned forward and rested his chin on Seo-joon’s shoulder. His hand, submerged in the water, gently moved in and out of the still-tender opening, offering comfort.
A quiet murmur reached Seo-joon’s ear, melting with disbelief.
“You really are an idiot, Master…”
“What did you just say?”
Between Master and idiot, Seo-joon wasn’t sure which one he should be more offended by. Pulling Yeon-woo’s heavy body tighter against him, he grabbed a handful of that soft, pale hair at the back of his lover’s head.
“Ow. That hurts, Lieutenant.”
Yeon-woo’s cock bobbed faintly, bumping against Seo-joon’s stomach. As his partner dramatically protested, Seo-joon kissed his forehead and temple, smiling as if amused by the act.
Yeon-woo lifted his head. The fuss from a moment ago now looked completely fake—his face was lit up with a wide, boyish grin. Droplets clung to the tips of his long lashes, rolling down into the corners of his pretty eyes. Seo-joon looked at him with eyes sweet enough to drip honey.
“…Yeon-woo, once your ankle heals, let’s go see the ocean together.”
He traced the shape of Yeon-woo’s tear-rimmed eyes with his fingertips as he whispered.
“You said you wanted to go with me, remember?”
Yeon-woo took the hand cupping his cheek and kissed it with a soft peck, his eyes curving into a smile.
“I’d love to.”
And so, Seo-joon was finally able to keep the promise he’d made to Yeon-woo—just before the final gate had burst open.
A single droplet of water fell from the bathroom ceiling.
Lieutenant… but also… Yeon-woo murmured, leaning in to kiss Seo-joon.
“…Can you rewrap my bandage? I wasn’t faking—my ankle really, really hurts. I’ve been holding it in for a while.”
Inside the misty bathroom, Seo-joon’s laughter echoed, low and warm.
Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains and poured over Seo-joon’s head as he lay drowsily in bed. Blinking against the annoying brightness, he instinctively reached out to the empty space beside him.
“……”
It wasn’t surprising that Cha Yeon-woo had woken up earlier to prepare breakfast—he always did. But the house felt strangely still, and that unfamiliar quiet stirred a vague unease.
Seo-joon strained his ears, but there was no sound coming from the kitchen. He sat up, pulled on the clothes scattered across the floor, and glanced around the room.
…Yeon-woo’s clothes were gone.
‘What if this was all just a dream? What if I wake up and you’re not there, Lieutenant? What am I supposed to do then?’
Startled by the memory, Seo-joon hurriedly straightened his clothes and made his way out of the bedroom. As he passed through the living room and headed quickly toward the kitchen, he saw Yeon-woo turning his head, rummaging through the cupboard.
“You’re up early, Lieutenant.”
“……”
Seo-joon let out a breath of relief before he even realized it. It seemed his lover’s anxiety had rubbed off on him—just the thought he’d had a moment ago had been completely irrational.
“My ankle’s all better now,” Yeon-woo said cheerfully.
“I guess the hot compresses you gave me every day really worked.”
Seo-joon smiled faintly and walked over to him. Yeon-woo reached out and wrapped his arms around Seo-joon’s waist. As he tilted his head slightly, his lips brushed just below Seo-joon’s eye. With Seo-joon standing just over 180 cm tall, their height difference always placed their faces right at that sweet distance.
Yeon-woo, out of habit, pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Seo-joon’s eye. Seo-joon lifted his head at the gentle tickle of his eyelashes and returned the kiss, this time on Yeon-woo’s lips.
“You’re actually fully dressed today,” Seo-joon commented.
“Well, walking around half-naked doesn’t look very proper.”
Cha Yeon-woo, as always—cute, smiley, even more beautiful than yesterday, and still talking nonsense.
“I’ve decided to start dressing properly. It’s not like I live alone anymore… I figured I should show a bit of respect.”
Seo-joon had assumed he was walking around shirtless just to show off those back muscles. He made a mental note to start hiding Yeon-woo’s clothes under the bed before they went to sleep.
Seo-joon reached out and pulled him close.
“Let’s skip breakfast today and head out early. If we get hungry, we can stop by a rest area on the way.”
“Should we?”
Yeon-woo smiled and kissed him—peck, peck—leaving soft, fluttering kisses like a bird before remembering something and guiding Seo-joon to sit at the dining table.
“The beach we were planning to visit—I looked it up. There are a lot of cute little guesthouses nearby.”
Seo-joon leaned into Yeon-woo, looking over the tablet screen together. It must’ve been a popular destination—despite it not being peak season, many places were already fully booked.
Only a few spots had immediate availability, narrowing their options quickly. Unfortunately, there were no chain hotels like the ones Seo-joon usually preferred. But neither of them complained. That’s part of the charm of a spontaneous, unplanned trip.
“I like this one.”
Yeon-woo said, pointing at a log cabin-style pension. It had a view of the coastline from the terrace, backed by a forest—a place that practically screamed romantic getaway.
Seo-joon scrolled down and tapped a different listing.
“What about this one instead? At least it comes with breakfast.”
Less romantic, located in a more urban area, but clean—with white exterior walls and a hotel-like setup. The two of them, heads close together on either side of the 14-inch tablet, began quietly debating their options.