DP Episode 53

Deep Pivot, Episode 53


Seo-joon hurriedly wiped Yeon-woo’s tears, his mind spinning.

“I was wrong. I’m sorry, okay? Yeon-woo, look at me.”

He tried to catch Yeon-woo’s gaze as Yeon-woo turned his head away.

“What can I do to make it up to you, hmm? Yeon-woo?”

“Don’t ever say things like that again.”

Yeon-woo firmly replied, still looking away.

“Got it. Anything else you want?”

Seo-joon gently forced Yeon-woo to meet his eyes. The furrow between Yeon-woo’s brows eased slightly. He lowered his gaze and, after a brief pause, answered.

“Just… treat me kindly.”

“I will. I’m sorry.”

Seo-joon tilted his head and caressed Yeon-woo’s cheek.

“How about a kiss to make up?”

Yeon-woo didn’t answer, but his lack of avoidance seemed to be a silent agreement. Seo-joon nudged Yeon-woo’s nose with his own and softly asked, “Hmm?” Yeon-woo nodded just a little.

Gently pressing their lips together, Seo-joon kissed Yeon-woo slowly and soothingly. Yeon-woo’s lips soon parted, and as Seo-joon’s tongue slid inside, he exhaled deeply. Seo-joon took his time, running his tongue along the roof of Yeon-woo’s mouth, entangling with his tongue, and sharing their saliva.

“…”

Their lips parted with a slick sound. Seo-joon rubbed his thumb against Yeon-woo’s lower lip and met his gaze. Yeon-woo’s teary eyes looked especially fragile.

“And don’t say ‘thank you for your effort’ either.”

Then Yeon-woo suddenly spoke up.

“After guiding… I don’t want you to say ‘thank you for your effort.’ It feels strange.”

Seo-joon nodded easily.

“Got it. So, what would you like me to say instead?”

“Just…”

Yeon-woo’s eyes crinkled slightly, unable to think of an appropriate answer.

“…just pat me on the head.”

Seo-joon smiled and gently nibbled on Yeon-woo’s lip before letting go. That’s your big idea? It was almost absurdly cute, which made it feel all the more daring.

“Is that enough for you?”

“…”

“Tell me more, so I know what you want, okay?”

Pulling Yeon-woo closer, Seo-joon kissed his neck, his lips grazing the earlobe and nape. As he caressed Yeon-woo’s back and shoulders, his hand slid smoothly over his chest and stomach. How would you like me to touch you, Yeon-woo?

“Want me to touch you?”

Seo-joon lightly grasped the tip of Yeon-woo’s still-erect member, causing a surprised moan to escape his lips.

“Ngh…”

Shh. Seo-joon whispered softly through his lips, gently enveloping Yeon-woo’s member with his hand. Its size exceeded what Seo-joon had anticipated based on how it had felt pressed against his stomach.

The bigger, the better, but any girlfriend Yeon-woo finds will need to be prepared. Seo-joon idly thought, almost as if observing from a distance.

“Aa, ngh…”

Thick, translucent fluid leaked from the tip, wetting Seo-joon’s wrist. Yeon-woo couldn’t help but groan, caught between shame and pleasure. Seo-joon kissed him repeatedly, whispering, “What do you like, hmm? It’s okay, look at me.”

Smack, smack. The wet sounds of kissing punctuated his words. Seo-joon’s thumb brushed over the glistening tip, drawing a sobbing moan from Yeon-woo.

“Hngh, ah, Lieutenant, ngh…”

Yeon-woo clung to Seo-joon, burying his head into his shoulder as he panted heavily. Seo-joon gently brushed his lips against Yeon-woo’s flushed ear, his hand moving steadily. He didn’t know Yeon-woo’s preferences, but as a fellow man, he had a general idea of what would feel good.

With Yeon-woo’s instinctive thrusts guided by Seo-joon’s hand, Seo-joon held his cheek and kissed him again. Soft groans of pleasure vibrated against Seo-joon’s lips.

The foreskin slid up and down, soaking in slippery fluids. With Yeon-woo close to his limit, Seo-joon tightened his grip and quickly stroked him.

Their eyes met in midair. Yeon-woo’s usually gentle blue eyes were now wide open, filled with pure lust.

In that moment, Seo-joon felt a strange sensation as Yeon-woo’s gaze twisted fiercely.

“Ah, ngh…”

Yeon-woo’s arms tightened around Seo-joon with immense strength.

I can’t breathe.

His firm muscles gripped Seo-joon, holding him still as warm, sticky fluid seeped between Seo-joon’s fingers.

“Ngh, haa…”

The humid air carried a heady scent as Yeon-woo’s climax extended for several moments.

Is it normal to have this much?

Seo-joon wondered, having not been with anyone or even pleasured himself in a long time.

Yeon-woo’s eyes were so red that it seemed like he might cry again, so Seo-joon pressed his lips gently to Yeon-woo’s. His trembling breaths revealed that he hadn’t fully recovered from the afterglow.

Seo-joon kissed his face while glancing at his cum-covered hand. Thick consistency. He thought absentmindedly as he turned on the shower.

Whoosh. Water poured down on them, washing the sticky residue from Seo-joon’s hand and Yeon-woo’s body.

I almost said, Thank you for your effort. Seo-joon stopped himself and instead kissed Yeon-woo softly under the stream of water.

“Your face looks lovely, even when you come, Yeon-woo.”

Without much else to say instead of “good job,” he made a harmless remark.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed it too.”

Seo-joon kissed Yeon-woo’s eyelids, forehead, and cheeks before stepping back and leaving the shower.

“Finish up and come out.”

Whoosh. Only the sound of water pouring down filled the silence behind him.

✽✽✽

The second morning at the safe house dawned.

Thanks to the guiding session from the previous day, Seo-joon felt better than usual. Despite having eaten more than half of his liquid meal, he kept his spoon in hand.

But this time, Cha Yeon-woo seemed to be the issue. As soon as one person regained their appetite, the other appeared to lose theirs.

“Is the food not to your liking?”

“No…”

Yeon-woo looked down, barely lifting his head as he absentmindedly picked at his food like a sad puppy. Watching him quietly, Seo-joon asked.

“Are you upset about yesterday?”

“No, I’m not.”

“So, why do you look like that? I want to see your face, Yeon-woo.”

“…I’m embarrassed, so don’t talk to me.”

“How long will you keep feeling embarrassed?”

“…”

“I told you yesterday that you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Suddenly, Yeon-woo sat up straight. Thud. He set down his spoon and began packing away the half-eaten lunch before swiftly heading to the bathroom.

So he is upset… Seo-joon sighed as he cleared the table. He was about to say something to Yeon-woo when he came out of the bathroom, but the radio beeped.

— I’m coming in. It’s a call from Colonel Jin.

“Yes, come in.”

Seo-joon opened the front door after replying on the radio. A soldier handed him a phone.

“Yes, Colonel. It’s Seo-joon.”

— Ah, Lieutenant Ji. How are you feeling?

“I’m fine, sir.”

— You saw the interrogation video we sent, right? That guy’s completely nuts.

Colonel Jin’s bemused laugh came through the phone speaker.

“Well, it seems like we don’t need the interpreter anymore.”

— Nope. After that, he’s been speaking in Russian again. I don’t know if he’s stalling for time or what.

“Hmm.”

Seo-joon thought for a moment before speaking. “Colonel, can I make a request?”

— Yeah, sure. Need something?

“Can you ask Dr. Kang to send me a video? It’s the No Named interview footage I was watching before. He’ll know which one I’m talking about.”

— The No Named interview footage?

“Yes. When you receive it from Dr. Kang, you should take a look as well.”

— Why? What’s in it?

“The man’s voice,” Seo-joon said, recalling the man’s tone. “I think I heard it in that video.”

— What? So that guy is No Named?

“No, not him. Someone else in the video.”

Seo-joon hesitated, unsure of his suspicions.

“The interviewer.”