DP Episode 121

Episode 121

“Yeon-woo.”

Seo-joon gently brushed Yeon-woo’s tousled hair back from his forehead, his voice tender yet inquisitive.

“You’ve imagined having sex with me before, haven’t you?”

It was a question he felt needed asking at this exact moment.

“…How did you picture it?”

Yeon-woo turned his head slightly, his gaze dropping sideways. His face was now an intense shade of red, as though it might burst.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Don’t ask things like that,” he muttered shyly, avoiding Seo-joon’s gaze. Seo-joon kissed the corner of Yeon-woo’s downturned eyes and persistently pressed on.

“Did you imagine spreading your legs for me? Or was it the other way around?”

Seo-joon didn’t let Yeon-woo’s blushing skin go untouched. He kissed it softly, teasingly, as though savoring the taste of milk candy. Yeon-woo’s right eye twitched faintly under the attention.

“I imagined making ‘you’ cry,” Yeon-woo confessed, completely sidestepping the options Seo-joon had presented.

Seo-joon cupped his cheek, locking eyes with him.

“And how did you make me cry?”

The heat of their bodies pressed together became more evident, and Seo-joon could feel the tension building in himself and in Yeon-woo.

Yeon-woo was the type to plant a single peach pit and envision an orchard spanning endless fields. There was no way he hadn’t imagined their intimacy in painstaking detail.

“I thought about it so much… I lost count of how many times I… finished thinking about it.”

Yeon-woo’s candid admission struck Seo-joon, though it wasn’t surprising. For someone like Yeon-woo, who likely hadn’t identified as gay until recently, imagining himself as the one taking the lead seemed natural. It was, after all, the easier position to visualize for someone accustomed to a more traditional sense of masculinity.

“But then why are you acting like you want to be the one on the receiving end? Didn’t you kiss me back there because you wanted to… well, you know?”

Seo-joon teased, nibbling on Yeon-woo’s lower lip.

The truth was, that moment had been the first time Seo-joon considered that Yeon-woo might want to take the lead. In hindsight, maybe it would’ve been better for both of them to try something new and unfamiliar together.

“…Because it’s too tight.”

Yeon-woo’s unexpected reply caught Seo-joon off guard.

“I was worried it might hurt you, Lieutenant.”

“…”

‘You think I want to hurt you? Watching you breathe softly is enough to tear me apart.’

Seo-joon swallowed hard, looking at Yeon-woo with a mix of exasperation and adoration. His chest ached in the sweetest, most unbearable way—so much love for Yeon-woo it felt like he might break apart.

“I’ve been preparing myself a lot for this. Whatever you want to do, I’ll love it.”

Each word stirred Seo-joon’s already intense emotions. He laughed softly, the corners of his eyes tingling with unshed tears.

“Who said it’d hurt? If that were true, half the gay population would be masochists.”

Seo-joon tilted his head and kissed Yeon-woo again.

“Mm… Lieutenant… Mmph…”

The sounds between them became more explicit as Seo-joon deepened the kiss, devouring Yeon-woo’s lips hungrily and stirring up his breath until it grew unsteady.

“I’ve told you many times before… I want to swallow you whole, Yeon-woo.”

Yeon-woo’s fluttering lashes trembled with intensity as Seo-joon kissed his damp eyelids, whispering softly.

“Tonight, I’m going to take all of you.”

“…”

“And since it’s our first time… be gentle with me too.”

Yeon-woo looked as though he might pass out, his heart pounding so wildly it made Seo-joon ache with concern.

Seo-joon wanted to take it slow, to cherish every moment and every touch—but there simply wasn’t enough time.

He pushed their lips together again, his hands pulling open Yeon-woo’s robe as he ran his fingers down his waist. His hand slipped instinctively between Yeon-woo’s thighs but paused, uncertain in the unfamiliar position.

Shifting slightly, Seo-joon spread Yeon-woo’s legs and straddled him, continuing to kiss him fervently.

“Mm… Lieutenant… ah…”

Seo-joon captured every muffled sound Yeon-woo made, feeling the rhythm of their connection grow, yet his movements were tinged with hesitation, a mix of excitement and an urgency that belied his outward calm.

Seo-joon moved his hips slowly, grinding his lower body against Yeon-woo’s sensitive area.

“Mm… Lieutenant… Ah… .. Hah…”

Despite his lips being claimed, Yeon-woo seemed eager to say something, muffled sounds spilling from his mouth as he frantically reached out toward the bedside table.

Finally pulling back, Seo-joon glanced at Yeon-woo’s outstretched hand reaching for the console and spoke.

“I’m not using protection, so just hand me the gel next to it.”

“G-Gel…?”

Yeon-woo turned his head toward the console. His hand wandered aimlessly over its surface until another hand overlapped his. Seo-joon grabbed two disposable packets of gel without hesitation. It was fortunate they had placed the provided items near the bed when they first entered the room.

“Take it off for me, Yeon-woo,” Seo-joon said.

Placing the gel on the sheets, Seo-joon leaned in again, pressing their bodies together. Yeon-woo’s trembling hands slid Seo-joon’s robe off his shoulders.

“Hah… Lieutenant…”

Yeon-woo’s hand swept over Seo-joon’s now-exposed shoulders, moving down to his chest and toward his waist. Though no action had truly begun yet, the firm, rounded tip of Seo-joon’s arousal brushed lightly against Yeon-woo’s skin, emphasizing the tension between them.

Seo-joon allowed Yeon-woo to touch freely, his own hands cradling Yeon-woo’s face as he drew him into a kiss. He moved down, trailing kisses along Yeon-woo’s jawline, to his neck, and further. His lips lingered on Yeon-woo’s collarbones, shoulders, and chest, pausing momentarily over faint scars that were now nearly invisible.

These scars were remnants of injuries Yeon-woo had endured during his time as a guide.

“Hnn…”

Seo-joon kissed each mark, as though memorizing them with his lips. He slowly moved downward, his mouth exploring Yeon-woo’s chest, focusing on the firm skin and sensitive peaks that drew quiet gasps from him. Seo-joon’s lips and tongue traveled further down, gliding over the defined ridges of Yeon-woo’s abdomen, savoring the texture of his skin.

Each brush of Seo-joon’s lips and tongue drew soft, trembling sounds from Yeon-woo. His hands alternated between gripping Seo-joon’s shoulders and clutching at the sheets, unable to suppress the sensations coursing through him.

“Hah… stop… Lieutenant…”

Seo-joon responded by holding Yeon-woo steady, his touch firm yet unyielding as he continued exploring. Yeon-woo’s shaky breaths and hesitant protests only added to the atmosphere of vulnerability and intensity.

“Ah, Lieutenant…”

Seo-joon let out a quiet, restrained sigh through his teeth. Even with just one finger, there was a noticeable sensation. His hand moved carefully, exploring the interior with fingers dampened by fluid.

“You know about the effects of a guide’s fluids, don’t you, Yeon-woo?”

Seo-joon whispered softly, his words accompanied by a teasing smile as he pressed himself lightly against Yeon-woo’s palm.

“Why waste a condom when we’ve got this?”

With each gentle kiss to Yeon-woo’s flushed face, soft sounds of protest mixed with reluctant sighs escaped him.

“Be more assertive. How else do you think you’ll manage to…? Even a fist might be easier than that.”

“It feels like I might tear…”

“A guide doesn’t need to worry about things like that.”

Seo-joon’s long fingers moved with steady precision, creating a rhythm that left Yeon-woo trembling. He touched Seo-joon as if unsure whether he was allowed, his hesitation making him seem even more endearing.

“I… I feel like I’m touching… your insides…”

Yeon-woo’s words carried a mix of curiosity and innocence, his voice soft.

“Is this okay? It’s so warm and delicate…”

Seo-joon chuckled faintly at his concern, adjusting his position slightly to glance down. Reassured by the sight of Yeon-woo’s still-intact resolve, Seo-joon pressed closer.

“Ah… Lieutenant…”

Seo-joon leaned in, adding pressure that sent shivers through Yeon-woo, causing him to bury his head against Seo-joon’s shoulder. With careful movements, Seo-joon introduced another layer of intimacy, encouraging Yeon-woo to relax further.

“It’s so… soft. I don’t think I can manage… it won’t work…”

“If you let me guide you, it’ll become even easier,” Seo-joon whispered against Yeon-woo’s ear, his tone low and soothing.

Cupping Yeon-woo’s face, Seo-joon kissed him gently before leaning closer to murmur,

“Don’t let a single drop spill. Let it all stay inside, so it never dries out.”