DP Episode 96

Deep Pivot, Episode 96

Seo-joon’s body jerked upward. The feeling of another person’s tongue touching such an intimate area for the first time was dizzyingly intense. A large hand gripped his inner thigh, pushing it upward and apart.

“Ah, ugh… Yeon-woo, wait, …it’s ticklish, ugh…”

Warm breath moistened the smooth skin, delving deep. Yeon-woo’s soft tongue finally slipped into the tightly closed crevice.

“Ah, Yeon-woo…”

Seo-joon’s back arched off the bed before collapsing back down. His hands, which had tried to push Yeon-woo away, lost purpose and aimlessly tangled in his hair.

His legs instinctively tensed, but Yeon-woo’s head firmly wedged between them prevented them from closing. Chup, chuup. The slick sounds, especially from that particular area, rang in Seo-joon’s ears and felt incredibly lewd.

Yeon-woo’s tongue tip, pointed and ready to delve in, aggressively stimulated the thin, sensitive skin.

“Ah, ugh…”

Even though he had showered, the sense of filth and shame was undiminished. Seo-joon’s skin was so sensitive from lack of touch that he could vividly feel the texture of every bump on Yeon-woo’s tongue.

Completely overwhelmed by this new sensation, Seo-joon twisted his body, unable to suppress the moans that escaped him. Yeon-woo’s hand, which had traveled up his trembling thighs, gently grasped the semi-erect shaft.

“Ha, ugh… Yeon-woo, Yeon-woo…”

With both front and back stimulated by Yeon-woo, Seo-joon could only clutch at his hair and call his name.

His tightly clenched muscles gradually loosened as Yeon-woo’s tongue gently teased them. The narrow opening contracted and relaxed repeatedly, making Seo-joon wish he could just vanish. But after having recklessly spilled into Yeon-woo’s throat earlier, he felt too guilty to ask him to stop now.

Yeon-woo’s head moved side to side with Seo-joon’s twitching hips. Finally, Yeon-woo’s tongue persistently breached the inner boundary.

Seo-joon’s grip on his hair tightened, and he felt an indescribably strange and unfamiliar sensation when the tongue touched a mucous membrane that had never been entered before.

“Ah, no… ugh, how far… ah…”

It wasn’t precisely pleasurable or simply ticklish. The unusual sensation struck his sensitive membranes again, and this time, Seo-joon couldn’t even let out a moan as his back arched high.

In reality, the advance was barely a centimeter, but to Seo-joon, whose walls had never been breached, it felt as if his entire insides had been invaded by Yeon-woo’s tongue.

Yeon-woo wasn’t skilled enough to consistently stimulate both front and back simultaneously, occasionally remembering to stroke Seo-joon’s shaft with his free hand.

“Ugh, ahh…”

Instead of shrinking, Seo-joon’s erection only grew firmer and thicker with each clumsy touch, eagerly releasing pre-cum. As Yeon-woo’s large hand slid along the shaft, thin skin was drawn back, causing fluid to trickle from the urethra.

Squelch, squelch. The tongue dipped in slowly, inching forward with each attempt before retreating again. Seo-joon realized what Yeon-woo intended to accomplish with this lewd act.

The guide’s fluids(sailiva) seeped into the delicate mucous membrane. His once-cool extremities were now flushed, deeply reddened, and his rising body temperature burned in his face.

“Huff, haa…”

The lingering soreness from his recent physical transformation was replaced by a warm sensation. Chup, chuup. Yeon-woo’s lips, which sucked lightly and teased the opening, suddenly drove his tongue all the way in, prodding Seo-joon’s inner walls.

“Ah…! Stop!”

Seo-joon recoiled and twisted in shock. The head stubbornly clinging to him finally pulled away. Seo-joon quickly leaned back and stared at Yeon-woo’s lips, flushed red from friction.

When he looked up, those innocent eyes peered back at him, seemingly unbothered by the shameless act just committed.

Even if he acts all innocent…

“Th-this is… haa… a breach of contract, Yeon-woo.”

At this moment, Seo-joon saw Cha Yeon-woo as an uncontrollable puppy that couldn’t be restrained by any leash.

“…I know.”

Yeon-woo murmured softly, his eyes downcast. Sorry, but… the lieutenant gave me permission to do as I please…

“And this is as far as I imagined.”

Seo-joon was left speechless, staring at him blankly. Even though the mischievous puppy was saying such infuriating things, he couldn’t look away from the lips, swollen in the middle from sucking so intently.

“And I think I understand what you meant now.”

Seo-joon’s face darkened as Yeon-woo loomed over him, his large frame casting a shadow. Seo-joon braced himself with one hand to keep from falling completely as he gazed up at Yeon-woo.

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

Yeon-woo clasped Seo-joon’s hand in his and guided it downward. Ugh… Seo-joon groaned softly through his teeth. This shameless brat. A drop of pre-cum fell from his swollen tip. With this, he couldn’t voice any objections.

Their shafts, trapped in each other’s hands, rubbed against their fevered bodies. Yeon-woo looked at him with gentle eyes, then bashfully lowered his gaze.

“Lieutenant, your body temperature is back.”

Haa… Seo-joon exhaled heavily, furrowing his brow. Is that really the issue here? Does Cha Yeon-woo even realize what he just did?

Seo-joon’s mind went blank as he realized that Yeon-woo’s recent actions were akin to foreplay, typically done before full penetration.

“How can you shamelessly say something like that…”

Even Seo-joon, who had some sexual experience, had never attempted such an audacious act on anyone else, especially using the mouth instead of the hands.

“…I said we should start by getting used to the tongue… Haa…”

Seo-joon, trembling in shame, leaned against Yeon-woo, who was pressing their lower bodies together while speaking so brazenly. He had no idea that “getting used to the tongue” meant this, involving more than just the shaft. He had never imagined this even in his wildest dreams.

Overwhelmed by indignation, Seo-joon bit Yeon-woo’s earlobe hard. Yeon-woo, moving his hips slowly, let out a soft “ouch.” Now, he was acting all cute again.

“You imagined something much worse than I expected.”

“I want to kiss every part of you, Lieutenant.”

“Are you a pervert, Yeon-woo?”

“…I guess I am.”

“Don’t be happy. It’s not a compliment.”

Seo-joon bit his cheek again, finding it annoying that Yeon-woo still looked incredibly cute.

“What if being reckless like this puts you in real danger?”

Pecking Seo-joon’s hand, Yeon-woo whispered against his skin.

“The Lieutenant would never hurt me. I know that.”

“…”

With such an endearing response, it was impossible to stay angry. Who could dare be upset with someone so radiant and beautiful?

Yeon-woo rubbed his nose against Seo-joon’s, tilting his head as if asking for a kiss. Seo-joon sighed softly, pressing his forehead to Yeon-woo’s shoulder and said, “No matter how sweet you act, I’m not going to kiss you right now.”

Not until you brush your teeth. Instead of kissing, Seo-joon pecked Yeon-woo’s neck and cheeks and mumbled.

“Then just a peck.”

“No.”

Yeon-woo, like he was pouting, bumped their foreheads together and stuck out his tongue.

“I barely touched you…”

As Seo-joon’s gaze was drawn to the tip of Yeon-woo’s red tongue, he felt Yeon-woo’s lips graze his earlobe with a smile.

“It was effective, wasn’t it? Your body is really warm now, Lieutenant.”

His innocent words whispered into Seo-joon’s ear.

Is my lover innocent, or just lewd?

He couldn’t quite tell anymore.