DP Side Story 2, Episode 12

Deep Pivot Side Story 2, Episode 12

Beep. One of the researchers turned on the mic and asked,

“Do you need your partner’s assistance?”

Beep. The sound of a mic being switched on came from the other side.

—”No.”

Yeon-woo declined firmly, then added in clumsy English, “Please don’t tell him,” and after a short pause, quietly said, “Sorry…”

The researcher shrugged and looked at Seo-joon. Seo-joon gave a wry smile. That voice had sounded truly pitiful. Apparently, Yeon-woo figured it would be less embarrassing to do it alone than accept help from Seo-joon.

“Yeon-woo, it’s me.”

Beep. Seo-joon pressed the mic button.

“Want me to help?”

At last, Yeon-woo responded.

—No… I can do it by myself, Lieutenant. You don’t have to come in.

It was a composed answer. But Seo-joon didn’t believe that someone like Cha Yeon-woo—who had only experienced stage 2 of the matching test—could calmly handle masturbation in an unfamiliar place. He chuckled and switched on the mic.

Beep.

“I didn’t mean I was coming in.”

Then, after a small pause, he said,

“Yeon-woo, didn’t you say you’d show me your dick whenever I wanted?”

A few seconds of silence followed. Beep—the mic light turned on in the collection room.

—…Aren’t the researchers… right next to you?

His voice was calm, but the slight tremble at the end made it obvious he was flustered. Seo-joon pressed the mic button again.

“They’re all foreigners. They can’t understand anyway. You remember what we talked about yesterday, right, Yeon-woo? We agreed to phone sex whenever I wanted.”

Seo-joon shamelessly continued his nonsense with the researchers right beside him. In truth, the only person who could understand him here was Cha Yeon-woo on the other side.

“When was the last time you came, Yeon-woo?”

Beep.

—…Three days ago.

For whatever reason, he actually answered.

“Remember when we sucked each other off? You came twice, didn’t you? You were crying, saying it felt so good rubbing your dick on my nipple, and begged me to press my chest against you every time we have sex from now on—”

Beep! Beep, beep beep beep beep beep! The mic from his side flicked on and off wildly.

—Come in, Lieutenant.

Should’ve just said that from the start. With a bright expression, Seo-joon excused himself to the researchers, saying it would only take a minute, and entered the collection room. Cha Yeon-woo, plastered with bio pads, was sitting on the bed, his face beet red.

“‘Sex’ is an English word, Lieutenant.”

He scolded his lover bitterly after checking the mic was off.

“You’ve really lost your mind.”

The collection room itself was bleak, almost hostile. Surrounded by stark white walls and cloaked in heavy silence, even a seasoned Esper would probably find this space unnerving.

Seo-joon smiled as he walked over to him.

“Those people out there are probably busy too. How long are you going to make them wait? I could help and finish this in no time.”

Yeon-woo tugged on Seo-joon’s gown and tucked himself into it, whispering,

“The camera is making it hard to focus.”

Seo-joon looked toward the camera installed in the collection room wall. It was turned off anyway.

“We had a camera when we did the matching test too. If the red light’s on, that means it’s off. Don’t worry.”

He gently patted the head that had hidden itself inside his gown. A warm sigh brushed against his bare chest.

“Still… it’s distracting.”

Yeon-woo wouldn’t raise his head from within the gown, so Seo-joon cupped his cheek and gently forced him to look up. Sticky monitoring wires, the specialized bed, and lab equipment—everything resembled last year’s matching test.

He pressed kisses to Yeon-woo’s flushed face as he opened the gown. As he caressed his body, which still smelled like soap, Yeon-woo shrank back with exaggerated embarrassment.

But unlike his shy owner, his cock was far too friendly—it had already lifted its head and was practically begging Seo-joon to touch it.

“See? As soon as I came in, he’s already leaking like crazy.”

Seo-joon rubbed the semi-erect tip with his finger. Yeon-woo frowned and asked,

“…Are you sure this room is soundproof?”

Seo-joon laughed and bit down lightly on his lips. He slipped his tongue between them and kissed him deeply. Yeon-woo’s eyes fluttered shut. Seo-joon ran his fingers through the soft strands of hair, brushed the back of his round head, and caressed the nape of his neck, easing his tension.

Warm breath dampened their mucous membranes as tongues tangled. He pushed in deep, then licked shallowly again and again, sucking on his lips. A low moan rose from Yeon-woo’s throat. Smack, smack. Seo-joon kissed him at every angle like stamping seals and moved his lips down to his nape, making Yeon-woo clutch his gown tightly.

“Lieutenant, mmh, Lieutenaaant…”

“What?”

“My heart, it’s… beating too fast… They can hear it outside…”

Yeon-woo’s head burrowed back into Seo-joon’s gown. Seo-joon couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He wanted to finish quickly, but Cha Yeon-woo kept spouting nonsense and ruining the mood. There was no one watching, yet he kept hiding. Like an ostrich thinking it’s safe just because its head is buried, Yeon-woo quietly panted with only his head tucked into Seo-joon’s gown.

“Guide Cha Yeon-woo, at this rate we’ll be here until morning.”

Seo-joon scolded him with an intentionally cold tone.

“If you keep being this clumsy, I won’t be able to hire you as my exclusive guide.”

Yeon-woo looked up blankly and blinked slowly.

“…Is that the concept you’re going for?”

“What’s the point of a matching test if your guide can’t even make you come?”

As Seo-joon coldly turned away and made a show of leaving, Yeon-woo quickly got up and grabbed his wrist. The thin wires attached to his body trailed loosely along the floor.

“Please do it again, Lieutenant.”

He wrapped his arms around Seo-joon’s waist with a silly grin. Seo-joon struggled to keep his lips from curling into a smile. He had been trying to recreate the cold, distant mood of their first matching test, but it wasn’t easy now that his baby had grown bold with all the love he’d showered him with.

A shadow fell over Seo-joon’s face as he leaned against the wall.

“Just give me one more chance… I can do better this time.”

Seo-joon frowned as if still not convinced, then asked in a frosty tone,

“Can you come quickly, within ten minutes, Guide Cha Yeon-woo?”

Yeon-woo pulled Seo-joon’s hand down between his legs.

“If you touch me…”

I could do it in five minutes. He whispered with a smiling gaze. Seo-joon, lips brushing his, chuckled and ran his hand slowly up and down the weighty shaft in his palm.

“Haa…”

Yeon-woo pushed back Seo-joon’s gown and laid his large hand over his chest, burying his lips in the crook of his neck. The soft circling of a thumb around his areola sent a strange tingle through Seo-joon.

I shouldn’t get aroused too.

He was supposed to be the one touching Yeon-woo, making him come—but somehow, it was Yeon-woo’s hands roaming over him.

“Lieutenant, haa…”

The line between his shoulder and neck was gently bitten. The cock in Seo-joon’s hand grew even thicker and began to twitch, making wet noises as it throbbed on its own. As Yeon-woo’s lips trailed down his collarbone, he suddenly lifted Seo-joon onto the table.

Then he tilted his head and found his nipple, sucking on it. Seo-joon burned helplessly under his mouth. He had to be careful not to mix his own fluids with Yeon-woo’s semen, but the way Yeon-woo pressed himself between Seo-joon’s thighs made it hard to keep distance.

Seo-joon yanked his gown up, now halfway down his body, and warned,

“Yeon-woo, your cum—haa…—can’t mix with mine.”

“Yes, yes, Lieutenant… I know.”

Yeon-woo’s hand overlapped with Seo-joon’s where it held his cock. Pre-cum beaded at the slit and dripped down into Seo-joon’s hand. Their breaths, no longer distinguishable, became more urgent between their lips.

Yeon-woo, biting his lip and fully focused, looked up with a low moan. “Ah, Lieutenant, ha…” His eyes were rimmed red as he knit his brows, pleading softly.

“My name—uh, say my name…”

“Yeon-woo.”

“Haa, yes, Lieutenant…”

Yeon-woo… Yeon-woo… Seo-joon kissed him and kept whispering his name. Their joined hands moved faster. With nothing else said—just his name being called a few times—Yeon-woo flushed and responded all too easily.