DP Episode 95

Deep Pivot, Episode 95

The probing finger was soaked with saliva. The thumb, which was caressing the upper surface of the tongue, slid deeper and gently grazed the mucous membrane inside the mouth.

Are you really telling me not to say anything? The muffled mumbling, blocked by a finger, sounded almost like a moan.

But how will I know if the lieutenant likes it or not?

Despite Seo-joon’s finger in his mouth, Cha Yeon-woo remained resolute.

“Well.”

How can you speak while giving head? Probably lacking experience with oral sex, Cha Yeon-woo seemed eager, intending to do both.

“You don’t need words; you’ll naturally find out when you try.”

Seo-joon withdrew his fingers from Yeon-woo’s mouth and began stroking himself slowly, sliding his saliva-coated hand along his length. Even the sight of Cha Yeon-woo sitting between his legs provided significant visual satisfaction.

“What did you imagine?”

He rubbed the swollen, erect glans against Yeon-woo’s lips as he asked.

“Go ahead and try what you imagined.”

Hesitantly reaching out to grasp Seo-joon’s length, Yeon-woo kissed all over the shaft, pressing his face against it. His hot breath filled the space between Seo-joon’s inner thighs.

His nose brushed against the smooth, hairless base. His warm breath traveled deeply into the groin, causing the soft scrotum to contract tightly against the body.

The scent of the lieutenant’s skin… I love it.

His muffled voice buzzed between Seo-joon’s thighs. Instead of immediately stuffing it into his mouth, Yeon-woo began by exploring carefully, which surprised Seo-joon and yet fit his character.

Seo-joon gently held and released Yeon-woo’s hair, savoring the sensation of his breath on his skin. Yeon-woo, repeatedly inhaling deeply around the crevices where human scent lingered strongest, slowly extended his tongue to lick the shaft.

His moist tongue left ticklish trails as he explored every fold. Just as the pre-cum began to form at the tip, Yeon-woo looked up, seemingly seeking permission from Seo-joon.

“…Feels good. Keep going.”

Seo-joon reassured him, brushing the wet tip against his lips. Yeon-woo obediently opened his mouth and enveloped the round, fleshy head.

“Ah…”

Seo-joon let out a low groan, focusing intently on Yeon-woo. Chup, chuup. Yeon-woo clumsily sucked the glans like candy. He hadn’t expected Yeon-woo to be skilled, but it was even more awkward and endearing than he had imagined.

The outline of Yeon-woo’s erection was visible under his neatly tied gown. Seo-joon stroked his own length and ordered.

“Open your gown and show me your body.”

Yeon-woo loosened the tie on his robe with his now-free hand. He couldn’t do two things at once, so his lips remained still, holding the glans gently.

Seo-joon boldly opened Yeon-woo’s robe, revealing his firm chest and beautifully straight collarbones. Imagining his own seed pooling on that chest made Seo-joon’s lower belly swell with blood.

His lustful gaze drifted down along Yeon-woo’s toned body. The exposed erection between the parted robe was already flushed red, as if it had been through a heated encounter.

“Ah, ugh…”

As soon as Seo-joon’s gaze landed on it, the firm shaft twitched. Without being told, Yeon-woo instinctively lowered his hand to grasp his own length. Seo-joon lightly patted his cheek.

“Touching yourself is fine, but you should also suck me properly, Yeon-woo.”

Only then did Yeon-woo’s lips start to move again. Ah, so endearing. Seo-joon furrowed his brow as he pressed the urethra oozing with fluids against Yeon-woo’s palate. He asked, rubbing the head against Yeon-woo’s upper lip as it passed slowly over his teeth.

“Can you feel it dripping?”

“Yes…”

“You don’t need words to know it feels good.”

Yeon-woo’s tongue flicked across the glans, brushing against the pre-cum trickling down.

“Stick out your tongue more.”

As Yeon-woo obediently extended his tongue, Seo-joon pressed the glans underneath and rocked gently back and forth, letting out a low moan. He stroked his own shaft, creating small wrinkles on the surface. Yeon-woo, shaping his tongue to a point, licked those folds thoroughly, then pursed his lips and sucked on the urethra where pre-cum had collected.

“Ah…”

Seo-joon’s hand caressed Yeon-woo’s earlobe gently, like a reward.

“You’re doing well, haah… Can you open your mouth wider?”

It’s his first time, so if I go too deep, he might cry.

Seo-joon slowly pushed himself between Yeon-woo’s red lips, moving his hips shallowly. Repeatedly inserting just a third of himself in and out, he felt Yeon-woo’s tongue twitch and struggle to find a rhythm as it clumsily sucked.

The sensation of pleasure, tingling deep in his stomach, steadily pooled in the organ occupying Yeon-woo’s mouth. Gulp, gulp. Yeon-woo’s swallowing and the soft mucous membrane provided a tantalizing grip.

The blood returned to Seo-joon’s once-cold fingertips. The aphrodisiac properties in the guide’s fluids were most effective when combined with body heat, which is why penetration was considered the gold standard for guiding.

Cha Yeon-woo’s mouth was much hotter and wetter than expected, given his naturally warm constitution. Even the slight scrape of his teeth sent a shiver through Seo-joon. His mucous membrane felt warm and tender, just like Yeon-woo.

Warm, soft, like ripe peaches simmered until they turned into pulp.

“Ahh…”

The gentle hand stroking Yeon-woo’s hair suddenly gripped his head tightly, veins pulsing in Seo-joon’s hand. Thin strands of nerves emerged between his fingers as black organic matter wove through the silvery hair.

“Haa… Huuh.”

“Mm…!”

Seo-joon’s sudden, deep thrusts pushed into Yeon-woo’s throat, causing him to gag. He gritted his teeth and withdrew halfway. He couldn’t afford to feel too much pleasure. To avoid hurting his lover, he had to control the intensity. He calmed his heated breath and let the tendrils retreat from Yeon-woo’s hair.

“Ugh… Ahh, mm…”

Yeon-woo’s tear-filled eyes glistened and flushed bright red. He furrowed his brows, almost crying, as he moaned, tightening his mouth. One side of his robe had slipped off, revealing his taut trapezius muscles.

Seo-joon saw Yeon-woo’s thighs, hard as stone, and his own shaft releasing thick spurts of semen. Yeon-woo, suddenly penetrated deep in his throat, reached his peak. His fingers clenched tightly around his erection, leaking thick fluid.

“You came just from having your throat pounded?”

“Ugh, huff…”

Yeon-woo shook his head, eyes wet and crinkled. Squish, squish, his head’s motion made Seo-joon’s shaft produce wet sounds.

“…”

The climax built up within Seo-joon as well. Pre-cum pooled at the urethra, trickling down Yeon-woo’s tongue along with saliva. Seo-joon forgot to tease Yeon-woo further, letting out a moan as pleasure overwhelmed him. Ah, I’m about to finish. The intense sensation brewed at the brink, on the verge of overflowing.

“Mm… Yeon-woo, …ah.”

Seo-joon quickly grabbed Yeon-woo’s hair, intending to pull away, but the persistent pressure sucking at the tip of his glans caused the pleasure he was holding back to burst forth.

“Ah, huff…”

He felt his foreskin scrape against teeth, the roof of the mouth, and the base of the tongue, which grew slick and warm. Seo-joon grasped Yeon-woo’s hair, forgetting his original plan of watching his seed pool on those beautiful collarbones, and unloaded his ecstasy deep into Yeon-woo’s hot, mucous interior.

Even if he had tried to pull out, it was already too late. The most significant reason he stayed was because the sensation of being submerged in Yeon-woo’s moist mouth was too pleasant to leave.

“Haa, haa…”

“Ugh, gulp, mm…”

Yeon-woo’s tear-streaked eyes grew red. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down the relentless streams of cum, while the soft palate contracted, squeezing the last drop of pleasure out of Seo-joon.

Ah… Seo-joon’s body leaned back as he moaned softly from the intense stimulation of Yeon-woo’s sucking. The sensitivity following a satisfying climax made him shiver, unable to resist the licks that cleaned his shaft.

Chup, chuup. Yeon-woo slowly spat out the thoroughly polished shaft. It stood alone in the air, gleaming from the thorough cleaning.

Seo-joon, pushed back by Yeon-woo, lay completely on his back, raising a trembling hand to cover his eyes. Chup, chuup. The persistent wet sounds filled the air, making him feel a faint sense of guilt.

What should I do? I didn’t plan to take it this far.

Not only had he released into Yeon-woo’s mouth, but he had also pressed into the delicate mucous membranes without mercy. It must have been a distressing moment for the inexperienced Yeon-woo.

Feeling apologetic, Seo-joon glanced down at Yeon-woo, who was still nestled between his thighs, deeply focused on his task. Yeon-woo rubbed his lips against the freshly cleaned shaft.

“Yeon-woo, …ugh, ah.”

His belated attempt to apologize turned into a muffled moan. Before Seo-joon could grasp what was happening, Yeon-woo had bitten into the tender flesh inside his thigh.

“What are you doing, ugh…”

His silvery eyelashes fluttered beneath his eyelids, trembling with bliss. Haa… Lieutenant… Yeon-woo’s warm breath tickled Seo-joon’s saliva-slicked skin.

Yeon-woo’s firm nose brushed against his scrotum while his moist tongue slipped underneath, trailing toward the perineum.

It was a spot Seo-joon had never once imagined before.