DP Episode 47

Deep Pivot, Episode 47

“Search… around his ankles too.”

Leaning against the wrecked car, Seo-joon struggled to catch his breath. His body, having expelled all the bullet fragments, was now repairing his torn organs. Nausea churned in his stomach, and he could see the outlines of nerve bundles moving under his skin.

Thank goodness. He almost lost control again. He didn’t want to become a rampaging monster in the middle of a tightly packed neighborhood.

“All done.”

Yeon-woo searched the man’s body, found all the hidden weapons, and checked the handcuffs he’d put on the man’s wrists and ankles. Then, he approached Seo-joon.

Their eyes met in the air. Seo-joon could only stare blankly, unable to reach out. Suddenly, a large body leaned over him.

“Haa…”

Wrapped tightly in Yeon-woo’s strong arms, Seo-joon closed his eyes as the warmth touched his cheek. The rising heat spread across his body, gently enveloping him.

His torn flesh began to heal, and the bleeding stopped. The nerve bundles reconstructed his body, a stark contrast to the comforting warmth now washing over him.

Raising his hand to the back of Yeon-woo’s neck, Seo-joon pressed his lips against his cheek and nose. Haa, haa. Their breath mingled as their noses touched, and Yeon-woo leaned in to meet his lips.

A gentle kiss touched once, twice, and finally, their tongues intertwined. The dry, blood-soaked mouth moistened with Yeon-woo’s warm, soft tongue.

Yeon-woo’s large hands cupped Seo-joon’s tear-streaked cheeks. It was only after Yeon-woo touched his face that Seo-joon realized he had been crying, tears streaking his face from the intense pain.

Following those tear marks, Yeon-woo traced down to Seo-joon’s lips, then pressed his nose against Seo-joon’s and looked into his eyes. They kissed again, cautiously and tenderly.

Even though it was a kiss in the middle of the street, it didn’t seem vulgar. It resembled two wounded animals tending to each other’s wounds rather than an erotic act.

In the distance, the sound of sirens grew closer. The man, handcuffed and restrained a little farther away, glared at them helplessly.

Soon, an ambulance and special forces vehicles arrived at the scene.

“Lieutenant Ji!”

Colonel Jin and Jin Cheong-oh jumped out of their vehicle and ran toward Seo-joon. Upon seeing his condition, they urgently signaled to others nearby.

“Clear out a vehicle for an emergency guiding session.”

Cheong-oh gave a grave command to someone.

“Who did that to him?”

Cheong-oh looked at the handcuffed man. The man had been shot in the shoulder, thigh, calf, and finally the hand, in non-lethal but critical areas to ensure he could be captured alive.

“I did.”

Yeon-woo, who was watching Seo-joon, answered quietly. Cheong-oh looked down at his calm and serene face for a moment, then nodded.

“…Well done, kid.”

People quickly pointed them to a vehicle. Yeon-woo carefully lifted Seo-joon and got into the emergency transport vehicle with him.

Meanwhile, special forces personnel aimed their weapons at the handcuffed man. Local police, who had already responded to reports of gunshots, were on-site but had stepped back, uncertain whether the man was an esper or a guide. Shaken, they finally lowered their own weapons and retreated as the situation fell outside their jurisdiction.

“Search that bastard.”

Several men, following Jin Cheong-oh’s orders, approached the suspect. He squinted at the flashlight’s glare and slowly raised both hands above his head. He maintained a calm demeanor but gritted his teeth in pain due to his gunshot wounds.

[I do not speak Korean. Get a translator.[

He spoke fluent Russian.

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Seo-joon lay back against the seat, breathing heavily through the pain. He grabbed Yeon-woo’s hand, which was trying to undress him and clean the blood, pulling it closer with urgency. Yielding without resistance, Yeon-woo leaned forward.

Crossing his arms to peel off his T-shirt in one swift motion, Yeon-woo let it fall and immediately pressed his body against Seo-joon’s. Seo-joon could feel Yeon-woo’s heart beating wildly through their chests.

“Ah…”

Seo-joon moaned as the warmth spread through him. Yeon-woo’s lips moved from under his earlobe, trailing softly down his neck with moist sounds. He kissed the bullet wounds and the bloodstains on Seo-joon’s healing skin.

A low sigh escaped Seo-joon. The warmth coursing through him filled the gaps in his wounds and took away the pain. He wanted more—just a bit more. Clinging desperately, he hugged Yeon-woo’s body closer to touch as much as possible.

Yeon-woo, holding Seo-joon with strong arms, gently kissed him. Their lips met repeatedly, with wet friction echoing inside the narrow ambulance.

Yeon-woo’s tongue traced Seo-joon’s lips before slipping in and cautiously exploring the mucous membrane inside, exchanging saliva as he did. Seo-joon tilted his head and wrapped his tongue around Yeon-woo’s more deeply, pressing their noses into each other’s cheeks.

“Mm.”

Seo-joon sucked deeply, pulling at Yeon-woo’s tongue until it withdrew momentarily. Seo-joon’s hand tangled into Yeon-woo’s hair, holding him in place.

Although most of Seo-joon’s injuries were on his upper body and didn’t require removing his pants, he felt an overwhelming desire to tear off everything Yeon-woo was wearing. Yeon-woo’s firm chest pressed gently against him.

It felt good but unfamiliar, so at one point, Seo-joon turned over.

“Ah.”

Yeon-woo, seemingly startled, let out a brief gasp. Seo-joon, perched on top of him, grabbed his chin and pressed their lips together. Though tense with surprise, Yeon-woo’s arms soon wrapped around Seo-joon’s waist. Seo-joon held Yeon-woo in his gaze as he continued to entwine his tongue with his.

Their breathing between locked lips grew heavier. As Seo-joon’s breath gradually steadied, Yeon-woo’s became increasingly erratic and unstable.

The quivering edges of Yeon-woo’s eyes quickly flushed red. Despite realizing Yeon-woo was gasping for air, Seo-joon wouldn’t release his lips, taking even more from him.

His hand, busy fumbling around Yeon-woo’s waist while their lips were locked, undid the buckle of Yeon-woo’s pants. A startled breath was sharply drawn in and quickly exhaled.

As Seo-joon pulled down Yeon-woo’s pants, Yeon-woo obediently lifted his hips. Seo-joon slipped the pants off down to his feet and dropped them to the ground. He then gently bit and pulled on Yeon-woo’s lower lip while softly stroking his cheek, as if in praise.

Clinging to Seo-joon’s tender touch, Yeon-woo leaned his cheek in and whimpered softly as Seo-joon’s lips fiercely captured his once more.

“Open up. Wider.”

Seo-joon urged, pushing his thumb into Yeon-woo’s mouth, lips still interlocked. No matter how much he took, it wasn’t enough.

Seo-joon’s grip on Yeon-woo’s hair tightened. Desperation to touch him drove Seo-joon to press down on Yeon-woo’s body below. Nearly glued together, their bodies clung tightly to Yeon-woo, pushing him hard.

Even the saliva spilling out between their lips was too precious, and Seo-joon eagerly sucked it all back in, changing the angle to fully cover Yeon-woo’s lips. His tongue explored, prodding the roof of Yeon-woo’s mouth and digging into the inside of his cheeks.

Yeon-woo’s throat bobbed as a low moan vibrated in his mouth.

“Uh, ngh…”

It was a kiss that seemed to devour him completely. Yet even as his breath rose up to his chin, Yeon-woo never turned his head or pulled away.

Until the bleeding fully stopped and the traces of the wound nearly disappeared, it went on.

Out of habit, Seo-joon spread Yeon-woo’s legs and lowered his hips between them. The thick and firm outline was palpable through the soaked drawers.

Just a little more… more…

“Ah, ngh.”

A sobbing moan caught in his mouth. Seo-joon’s instinctive thrusting abruptly stopped. With a barely noticeable gap, their lips parted.

Panting heavily, Yeon-woo took in a breathless gasp, his tear-rimmed eyes slightly moist. Chasing his breath, Seo-joon softly bit down on Yeon-woo’s lips again before letting go and whispering quietly.

“You did well.”

Seo-joon’s slightly hoarse voice offered an impersonal greeting, but it didn’t suit the moment, with Yeon-woo’s heavily aroused body pressing against his.

Yeon-woo nodded weakly, still gasping for air. His trembling fingers withdrew from Seo-joon’s waist, quivering all the while.