DP Side Story Episode 15
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story, Episode 15
“……”
Now, seemingly even more stubborn, Yeon-woo clenched his teeth, suppressing his moans and only letting out quiet, strained breaths. His furrowed face looked like a mix of pouting cutely and cringing in near-disgust.
The fact that he could easily overpower him yet never fully pushes him away—that’s what makes him so lovable. If he truly disliked it, he would’ve stopped right away. But Cha Yeon-woo, with a desperate expression, unconsciously moved his hips in sync with Seo-joon.
Watching him carefully, Seo-joon kissed him and whispered in the sweetest voice he could manage,
“Baby.”
“Hngh… ah.”
“Baby.”
“No… ah, ah… I don’t want to, I absolutely won’t—hngh…”
Squish, squish. Letting out heated breaths, Seo-joon began to move his hips however he pleased. What had once been an awkward and unfamiliar position had now become so natural that he could chase his own pleasure, greedily thrusting.
“Haa…”
“Hngh… Lieutenant, Lieutenant… ah, aah… I really can’t… ngh.”
Yeon-woo, not knowing what to do, squirmed and pressed his hands against Seo-joon’s chest. Seo-joon caught that hand and laced their fingers together, lowering his lips. Yeon-woo tightened and loosened his grip while sucking only on Seo-joon’s tongue.
“Nnngh…”
Though he was blocked below, it was as if the dam had burst above—in the end, tears spilled out from beneath Yeon-woo’s tightly shut, twisted eyelids. Seo-joon kissed away every tear that streamed down his cheeks, shivering at the taste that spread across his tongue and letting out a low moan.
But that moan was completely drowned out by Yeon-woo’s sobbing. Gasping like he was about to pass out, Yeon-woo let out a stream of sounds—half moan, half broken speech.
“Ugh… ah, no, ah, ah—hnngh—I want to cum… please let me go now… ah, let me…”
“Baby.”
“B… hic… Ba… byyy…”
“What was that?”
Yeon-woo looked up at Seo-joon with a furrowed, teary face full of blame. You’re really too much.
“Ba… hic… by…”
Seo-joon deliberately thrust deep, tightening inside all at once. Yeon-woo’s thick trapezius muscles tensed sharply. As if pushed off a cliff, Yeon-woo, body trembling, opened his mouth in desperation.
“Ah, ah—baby—ugh…”
From his open mouth, the same words poured out over and over.
“Hngh… baby, I want to cum, baby—ah, aaah, baby, baby, baby…”
Listening to the words erupt like a chant, Seo-joon moved his hips at a leisurely pace. It was as if Yeon-woo had replaced every moan with “baby
Only then did Seo-joon reach behind and pull loose the end of the ribbon.
“Hngh… ah… hic…”
Yeon-woo, his face flushed red—past pink and into a deep crimson—broke into sobs, gasping for breath. His white, curly hair was scattered messily across the sheets. As he tilted his head back, unfiltered moans spilled endlessly from his parted lips.
His hands, gripping Seo-joon’s hips tightly, trembled uncontrollably. Lost in overwhelming pleasure, Yeon-woo writhed beneath him, and Seo-joon pressed him down with the weight of his entire body.
Squish, squish. Seo-joon suddenly moaned, his body shuddering. A thinner, hotter warmth than usual spilled out, soaking every fold of the sensitive inner walls. The stinging pain that had been searing the inside vanished all at once, replaced by a deep, syrupy pleasure that filled every inch.
“Lieutenant… hngh… please… stop… I keep—ah, aah…”
Greedily sucking on his tongue, Seo-joon tilted his head slightly and continued moving his hips. His vision blurred, and a sharp, intense ecstasy surged from deep in his belly, spreading in a wave that dulled all other senses.
No, stop, I hate it, ah, I love it, too much, please, enough now… Even Yeon-woo’s desperate, pleading cries began to fade in and out like echoes from far away.
Seo-joon let out a low moan, his throat bobbing heavily. Ah… it’s so good, it’s driving me crazy. In his stomach, where all the pain and pressure had vanished, only a vivid red pleasure rippled and overflowed.
Even though he had already finished up front long ago, that sweet, hazy ecstasy near climax lingered on—warm, wet, and soaking with something thick and heavy…
Squish, thrust, groan… Suddenly, Seo-joon lowered his gaze to look at his lover. But he couldn’t see Yeon-woo’s face. Hugging a pillow over his head, Yeon-woo was so still that it made Seo-joon wonder if he’d passed out.
“…Hngh.”
A quiet sniffle came from under the pillow. Drip, gasp, squelch… Only then did Seo-joon realize how strangely full his own stomach felt.
With every instinctive thrust of his hips, a slick, wet sound echoed. Beneath the pillow, Yeon-woo’s chest rose and fell wildly in the aftermath of an intense climax. From their joined point, even the slightest movement made clear, watery fluid spill out in soft, sloshing bursts.
Squish, squelch. The sounds coming from Seo-joon’s belly made Yeon-woo cry even harder. Hngh… hic… Even as he wept, it seemed he hadn’t fully escaped the lingering waves of climax—his trembling hips still gave weak, involuntary thrusts upward into Seo-joon.
…Ah. I’m screwed.
Overwhelmed with guilt, Seo-joon gently called his name.
“…Yeon-woo.”
When he tried to pull the pillow away from Yeon-woo’s face, Yeon-woo tightened his arms around it and let out a sob. I told you to stop… You’re really too much, Lieutenant. Muffled, tearful accusations came from under the pillow.
“This isn’t what you think it is, Yeon-woo. Even if it were… it would still be okay—”
“Be quiet.”
“Yeon-woo, let me see your face. I’m sorry—I was wrong.”
As Seo-joon moved gently, he pressed a kiss to the back of the hand clutching the pillow.
“You’re not going to give me a kiss?”
“……”
A few seconds later, the pillow lifted slightly. Just enough for his lips to peek through—and in that instant, Seo-joon swiftly pulled the pillow away and kissed him right away.
“I felt just as good as you did, Yeon-woo.”
“I told you not to… hic…”
Tears streamed down from Yeon-woo’s soaked lashes. He sobbed like a broken faucet, completely undone. What now? Seo-joon sat up and gently shifted his knees, pulling out his length from deep inside.
Squish… trickle… A sound echoed from between Seo-joon’s legs—one that might just kill Yeon-woo from sheer embarrassment.
“……”
Drip. Drip. Squelch… From the loosened opening, what it had been holding back continued to spill out in a warm gush, soaking the sheets beneath them. In the silence, the sound grew even more unbearable.
The sobbing stopped abruptly. Yeon-woo had once again covered his face with a pillow—perhaps genuinely trying to suffocate himself to death from mortification.
Seo-joon, startled and unsure of what to say, stayed silent. Then, from beneath the pillow, a quiet voice slipped out.
Please move…
“…I want to be alone.”
Seo-joon, fresh from the bathroom, looked at the massive lump of blankets sitting at the edge of the bed. Facing the window, Yeon-woo had the covers pulled over his head, silently staring out into the dark, endless night.
“……”
Carefully, Seo-joon sat beside him. Only the tip of Yeon-woo’s nose was visible, the rest of his face hidden by the blanket.
“Yeon-woo, are you mad?”
At his voice, even that little bit of his nose vanished. Yeon-woo turned slightly away and, after a long pause, replied in a low voice.
“…Go away.”
“Please look at me, Yeon-woo. I’m sorry. It was my fault.”
“I don’t want to see you right now, Lieutenant.”
When Yeon-woo tried to fully turn away, Seo-joon wrapped himself around the blanket-covered figure and gently coaxed him.
“It happens, you know—when it feels too good. …Yeon-woo, look at me. Hmm? Let me see that pretty face.”
The lump under the blanket didn’t so much as twitch. Seo-joon pressed kisses here and there across the surface.
“What, no kisses just because we’re done?”
“……”
The head inside the blanket turned ever so slightly.
“I really enjoyed today. But I guess you didn’t.”
Seo-joon kept teasing gently, inching closer.
“What do I have to do to make you forgive me, Yeon-woo? Want me to kneel and beg? Would that do it?”
He leaned forward as if he was truly about to get on his knees—when suddenly, Yeon-woo flung the blanket open and pulled him into his arms.
Seo-joon ended up sitting on his thighs, caught inside the cocoon of warmth Yeon-woo had built.
“…I didn’t hate it.”
The words came out hoarse, nearly cracking. He still didn’t meet Seo-joon’s eyes. Seo-joon, arms wrapped around him, pressed a kiss to his lowered gaze.
“But don’t do that again. …If you don’t stop, it won’t be me who gets hurt. It’ll be you, Lieutenant.”
What are you talking about? I definitely got the best deal today, Seo-joon thought, silently grinning as he dotted kisses across Yeon-woo’s face. But Yeon-woo remained serious.
“I was really, really upset. Please be more careful next time.”
“I understand. I’ll be careful. I’m sorry.”
“Lieutenant…”
Yeon-woo moved his lips as if to say something more but furrowed his brows instead. A few seconds passed, and instead of words, he let out a deep sigh.
He lifted his head and cupped Seo-joon’s cheek. Gently, like he was tracing the edge of a flower petal, he ran his thumb along the outline of Seo-joon’s lips and said softly,
“You’re no longer an esper or a no-name. If something goes wrong, I can’t treat you anymore.”
Seo-joon smiled and playfully bit his cheek before letting go.
“I’m not made of glass, you know. Why are you so worried?”
“……”
“You’re the one who shaped me this strong, Yeon-woo.”
He had become an ordinary human—and with that, all his fears had vanished. But Yeon-woo seemed to feel the opposite. Seo-joon looked into his eyes and gently added,
“I know how to take care of myself. This body—you gave it to me. Do you really think I’d treat it carelessly?”
“……”
No matter how much Seo-joon tilted his head, Yeon-woo kept stubbornly avoiding his gaze. Only then did he finally glance up, just a flicker of eye contact. When Seo-joon leaned in to kiss him gently, Yeon-woo reluctantly parted his lips.
As Seo-joon nibbled and softly sucked on his lips, letting the kiss stretch long and tender, he whispered:
“…I’m still wet down there.”