DP Episode 94

Deep Pivot, Episode 94

Chup, chuup. Wet sounds filled the suite room of the hotel near the theme park. Yeon-woo’s fingers threaded through Seo-joon’s hair, still carrying the scent of water and shampoo from a recent shower.

“Haah…”

Caught off guard by a kiss immediately after stepping out of the bathroom, Seo-joon hadn’t even managed to tie his robe properly. His exposed member brushed against Yeon-woo’s gown.

“Ugh, Yeon-woo, wait, slowly…”

Trying to pull the robe back over his shoulders, Seo-joon turned his head and gently pushed Yeon-woo away. But Yeon-woo held him tightly, pulling him close and pressing kisses along his cheek and neck.

“Just a little more. Just a little bit longer…”

Seo-joon, being backed against the table, bit down hard on Yeon-woo’s lips as he slid a knee between Seo-joon’s thighs.

“Ow.”

Seo-joon covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Yeon-woo.

“Stop. Take it slow.”

“But we’re not finished yet.”

Muffled words buzzed against his palm. Yeon-woo softly clasped Seo-joon’s hand and intertwined their fingers, gently kissing his palm.

“Your fingertips are still cold.”

Seo-joon stared at Yeon-woo, who didn’t back down as he normally would. Guiding before their relationship was easier to navigate because they understood they wouldn’t cross any boundaries beyond over-tuning.

But now things were different. Much more control was needed. Seo-joon knew well that the innocent eyes looking down at him could easily flip into something darker.

“Our exclusive contract only allows over-tuning. Did you forget?”

“I didn’t.”

“…What?”

Seo-joon frowned and looked up at Yeon-woo. Avoiding his piercing gaze, Yeon-woo fiddled with Seo-joon’s hand and spoke.

“It seems like you’ve forgotten, but when we made the contract, I agreed to the pairing clause.”

“….”

Seo-joon’s mouth opened slightly. What was he saying? Didn’t they sit together and read through the terms, checking them off one by one? Words lingered in his mouth, but they vanished before being spoken.

“Oh.”

That’s right. Back then, Cha Yeon-woo had insisted on marking the pairing clause unilaterally. Seo-joon had been too tired and sleepy to oppose a clause that seemed so unrealistic.

He hadn’t realized how close they would become.

…Close enough to become lovers, something he never dreamed of.

“How does that change the situation?”

Seo-joon asked, feeling bewildered.

“Well, I thought long and hard about this.”

He watched Yeon-woo’s throat bob nervously. Seo-joon’s gaze wandered over the height of the table he leaned against before finally settling on something.

Yeon-woo carefully grasped Seo-joon’s arms and led him to the sofa. Seo-joon found himself perched on the sofa’s armrest despite his own will. Then, to his surprise, Yeon-woo knelt before him.

“What are you doing, Yeon-woo?”

“I’ve been thinking long and hard about this.”

Repeating himself cautiously, Yeon-woo chose his words carefully and held Seo-joon’s hand.

“I’m not expecting anything huge right now, but if it’s okay with you, Lieutenant, I think it’s worth trying…”

“Trying what?”

Seo-joon looked down at Yeon-woo suspiciously. Avoiding his gaze, Yeon-woo glanced to the side, hesitating before speaking.

“…”

The tip of his red tongue peeked out between his parted lips. Seo-joon, still confused, could only watch Yeon-woo’s tongue move.

“Like you said, slowly…”

Yeon-woo pointed at his parted lips with his index finger.

“…starting with the mouth.”

Wait, the tongue? Or… oral? Seo-joon’s head tilted slightly, unable to find the right word. Even as he searched for it, Yeon-woo kept his mouth open to clearly express his intention.

“If you take your time and start with the tongue, it should help you adjust…”

His words, spoken with his tongue sticking out, were all garbled.

When he received no immediate response, Yeon-woo blinked up at Seo-joon. Isn’t this right? Isn’t this how you do it? How about this? He moved his tongue awkwardly, seeking a silent answer.

Seo-joon, pushed back into the sofa and now observing his lover’s unexpected behavior, sat in stunned silence.

In all his life, he’d never encountered anyone making a fellatio proposal in this manner.

“So,” Seo-joon calmly began, “are you asking me to put it down your throat now?”

Yeon-woo’s eyes widened, surprised, and he nodded vigorously before giving an unexpected reply.

“You could do that…?”

What a cheeky puppy this one is.

All the failed attempts by other guides to pair with Seo-joon rushed through his mind.

There were those who tried spiking his liquid food with drugs, and many other schemes he had endured. Yet, none of their crude antics were as clumsy as this.

“…Send you to school, only for you to learn this?”

And yet, this cheeky, adorable attempt was something he had never encountered.

“Were you thinking about giving me head during class?”

Seo-joon had never seen such behavior in his entire life.

“Yes…”

By now, perhaps he had developed a tolerance for such blatant words. After a few seconds of hesitation, Yeon-woo looked down, his eyes reddened, and shyly answered. Seo-joon sighed and chuckled awkwardly.

He gently patted Yeon-woo’s hair.

“It’s natural to feel a little frustrated when there are limits to physical intimacy in a relationship. The kind of relationship you envisioned includes sex, right?”

“No.”

Closing his eyes as Seo-joon’s palm brushed past, Yeon-woo continued.

“I don’t believe that sex is necessary between lovers.”

He moved his head with Seo-joon’s hand and scooted closer between Seo-joon’s legs.

“What I’m saying is as your exclusive guide. I want to live with you for a long time, Lieutenant, and for that, pairing is necessary. I hope you’ll find the courage to try this much.”

He spoke gently, carefully. Although the pace was slow, it was as if he had been preparing for this all along. His determination showed how much he had thought it through.

Seo-joon smiled wryly, stroking his cheek. His lover and exclusive guide always left him speechless, consistently making sense from start to finish.

“Your fingertips are still cold, Lieutenant.”

Yeon-woo intertwined his fingers with Seo-joon’s as he spoke.

“I learned that internal genital friction raises body temperature, making it the most effective form of guiding. It also allows the guide’s fluids to cover the widest area possible, and if injected internally, it’s even more fundamental…”

The academic theory flowed from Yeon-woo’s mouth as if reciting from a textbook. Seo-joon found it a bit absurd, like seeing a student who would sleep through other classes but focus intently during sex education.

He couldn’t hold back his amusement, a chuckle slipping through his lips as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand. But it wasn’t enough to suppress his laughter once it had begun.

Yeon-woo tilted his head in confusion as Seo-joon laughed out loud. Why is he laughing when I’m so serious? He looked like a puppy puzzled by its owner’s strange behavior.

“At that rate, you won’t make any progress in a thousand years, Yeon-woo.”

If there was a model answer to seducing a lover, Cha Yeon-woo was a failing student.

“Alright, let’s see that thing you thought so carefully about.”

But to Seo-joon, it was an endearing and charming approach.

“Oh, really?”

Slightly deflated, Yeon-woo immediately straightened up and asked in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected Seo-joon to agree so quickly.

“I didn’t want to just fool around with you forever, either.”

Cha Yeon-woo had urged him to be brave, but truthfully, it was always Cha Yeon-woo who took the first courageous step. Seo-joon could only hold onto his extended hand and take one step at a time, as he was too fearful to move.

“….”

Yeon-woo carefully scooted closer, gauging Seo-joon’s reaction. Despite the earlier kiss and his awkward tongue movements, Seo-joon’s arousal had faded with the theoretical lecture.

“But, um, how far—”

Yeon-woo began to speak, but Seo-joon stopped him.

“Not another word.”

If he kept listening to his innocent babbling, he would never fulfill Yeon-woo’s desire tonight.

“From now on, Cha Yeon-woo’s mouth…”

Seo-joon’s hand, which had been stroking Yeon-woo’s cheek, grasped his chin. He used his thumb to press down on Yeon-woo’s tongue, parting his lips.

“…will have no purpose other than sucking me.”