DP Side Story 2, Episode 13
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story 2, Episode 13
Excited breaths and the squelching sound of wet friction echoed through the otherwise silent collection room. Moisture pooled between the stretched skin folds, pressed tightly within a firm grip.
Seo-joon, half-pinned under Yeon-woo’s massive body, reached out with difficulty and grabbed the sterile cup sitting on the table. Since a guide’s ejaculation volume was more than ten times that of an average person, the cup was twice as large as normal.
He brought the cup beneath the urethral opening, where clear fluid had begun to collect, but Yeon-woo bit down on his lower lip. Seo-joon gently kissed him, stroking the back of his lover’s head as he neared climax.
“Ah, ngh… baby, huh, baby, baby, ah, baby…”
Thick semen splattered against the transparent wall of the sterile cup and trickled down. Baby, baby, baby. The constant repetition of the pet name, in a voice roughened by arousal, made Seo-joon flush with heat. It seemed all those weeks of persistent brainwashing in bed had finally instilled a rather desirable habit in his lover.
“Haa, haa…”
Yeon-woo panted, silver lashes trembling violently. Even the very last of his release oozed out thickly and gathered heavily at the bottom of the cup. Seo-joon carefully wiped off the fluid clinging to the urethral device, making sure to scrape it into the rim of the cup, and sealed it with the lid before immediately kissing him again.
“Haa… Yeon-woo.”
Yeon-woo’s stiff, swollen nipple was gently squashed beneath Seo-joon’s thumb. Now freed from the obligation of release, his softened member rubbed against the sensitive inner flesh of his thigh as he continued to move his hips.
His eyes, red with arousal, scrunched in tension. Seo-joon kissed the corners of those eyes and groaned low. The sensation of Yeon-woo grinding dangerously close against his perineum made him instinctively tense around his entrance. Neither of them cared anymore about the camera or their vitals.
In the end, Seo-joon ended up soaking Yeon-woo’s gown, and Yeon-woo’s semen was submitted just barely within the 30-minute window the researchers had stressed.
After three days at the research facility, freedom had finally arrived. The SAU team took a private jet to Florida and settled into a resort in Palm Beach owned by Eric’s grandfather.
In the early hours past midnight—
―”Hyung!”
Seo-joon, sitting on a sunbed on the terrace with his phone, waved with a smiling face.
“Did your rehab go well today, Jeong-woo?”
―”Yeah! They said if I sleep just four more nights, I can get on a plane.”
Looking at the bright, beaming Jeong-woo on the screen, Seo-joon spoke gently.
“Everyone’s waiting to go to Disney with you when you get here.”
Jeong-woo’s face bubbled with excitement. Of course, before that, he’d have to get checked at a medical facility and fast for a day.
But Seo-joon didn’t bother saying any of that now.
“Did you see the photo I sent yesterday?”
―”Yeah! I even set it as my background. It’s super pretty.”
“Want to see the ocean?”
―”Yeah!”
He got up from the sunbed and turned the camera.
“It’s night here, so it’s still dark.”
The frame slowly captured the beach beyond the terrace railing, the gently lapping waves, palm trees, and more. Even though it was early dawn, the scattered lighting made the scene look beautiful on screen.
“Come quickly, Jeong-woo. We’re all waiting to have fun with you.”
Jeong-woo was overjoyed. Just then, Song-hee came into the hospital room and popped her head into the screen. Seo-joon greeted her with a smile.
―”Lieutenant, you’re looking good!”
“How could I not? All I do is eat and play.”
―”Ugh, I’m so jealous… Don’t forget the souvenirs.”
“What do you want?”
―”Huh, if I say it, will you really get it for me?”
“Of course I will.”
―”Ahaha, then could you get me a mug? I’ll send you a photo. It’s a limited edition collab mug…”
Apparently, she already had something in mind and went into a long explanation. After finishing the call with the two of them, Seo-joon went back inside and sat next to Yeon-woo, who was fast asleep, sprawled on the bed.
“Mm…”
Yeon-woo stirred with a soft groan. His face, half-buried in the pillow, turned toward Seo-joon.
―”Lieutenant… You talked to Jeong-woo again without me, didn’t you?”
His sleep-heavy, cracked voice held a faint trace of accusation. Seo-joon kissed his cheek with a laugh. Maybe it was the jet lag, or all the tests at the lab, but Yeon-woo had been too tired to wake up at night lately.
“You wouldn’t wake up even when I tried.”
“You should’ve woken me up more forcefully…”
“Are you getting annoyed at me right now?”
“No… no, I’m not… babe…”
His half-asleep, softly smiling face was too adorable to resist. Seo-joon rained kisses down until Yeon-woo pulled him into his arms. Wrapping him tightly with all four limbs, he buried his face in Seo-joon’s nape and exhaled deeply. His sleepy voice mumbled,
“Doesn’t Jeong-woo miss his hyung?”
“He says he does.”
“Then… how many nights left…?”
“Four more nights.”
“Today’s… therapy…”
“…”
His breathing slowly began to calm. Trapped in his lover’s arms as he drifted back to sleep, Seo-joon blinked up at the ceiling. You’d think the full-body warmth pressed against his back would lull him to sleep too, but his circadian rhythm had been thrown off completely.
Of course, jet lag wasn’t the only reason he couldn’t sleep.
Ji Seo-joon was planning to marry Cha Yeon-woo.
Just like he had once unilaterally cut Yeon-woo’s blood ties and restructured his family status, this time too, he hadn’t exactly asked for permission.
Well, technically speaking, Yeon-woo had started it… so it wasn’t really Seo-joon’s fault.
Even early in their relationship, Yeon-woo had made cute, subtle pushes like, “In some countries, guys can get married too,” trying to pressure him.
And recently, he even said he wanted to catch the bouquet at someone else’s wedding. At this point, it wasn’t just consent—it was practically a plea to turn him into a married man.
As it turned out, the United States legally recognized same-sex marriage in all states, and the timing couldn’t have been better. What Seo-joon especially liked was that even as a foreign tourist, they could get a marriage certificate issued and file their marriage right away.
At the very least, within the U.S., this would grant him medical decision-making rights and joint legal standing as a spouse. If Korea were to legalize same-sex marriage in the future, they could even use the certificate as proof for registration.
Of course, back in Korea, Seo-joon and Yeon-woo were already family in a different way—but Seo-joon wanted to bind him as tightly as possible. As father and son there, and as husbands here, so that no matter where they were in the world, they would be recognized as family…
That’s why Seo-joon had planned this marriage (by himself) during the trip. Shameless beyond imagination, he had no qualms about misusing his future spouse’s name.
He had submitted copies of both their passports through the Palm Beach County Court web portal to pre-apply for the marriage certificate, and booked a small, private wedding ceremony through a boutique planner.
The only problem was, he’d have to slip away for a bit to get it all done…
―”Lieutenant, can’t sleep?”
Suddenly, a low, sleepy voice murmured by his ear. A large hand slipped under Seo-joon’s gown and began to slowly trace his chest. Seo-joon reached back and ran his fingers through the soft hair. Yeon-woo always ran warm, especially right after waking up—his hair was fluffy with heat.
“My body still seems set to Korean time.”
―”If that were true, then… back in Korea, didn’t you still wake up at 2 a.m. for late-night snacks?”
“God, Yeon-woo, you’re like a bratty seven-year-old, only saying bratty things.”
Yeon-woo laughed quietly. His big body shifted, making Seo-joon, held tightly in his arms, bounce along with him. They were so close that the outline of Yeon-woo’s arousal was pressing clearly between Seo-joon’s buttocks.
Yeon-woo planted warm kisses along the nape of his neck and whispered, ―”Want a late-night snack?”
“…What kind of snack?”
“Hmm… ramen?”
Seo-joon chuckled and stroked his cute head. For a second, he’d nearly had the wrong kind of expectation, hearing him whisper so suggestively while rubbing up against him. And once again, he was the only trash here. It was always just him…
“If you whisper like that, it sounds like you’re offering a different kind of snack.”
The hand groping his chest paused, then slowly resumed—this time gently circling his areola. It was a touch full of meaning. Even half-awake in the middle of the night, Yeon-woo’s eager arousal pressed hard between his cheeks.
“…Would it be okay if you misunderstood?”
“When did Cha Yeon-woo get so bold?”
“Didn’t you just say I was seven years old?”
“Now you don’t even let me win a single line.”