DP Side Story 2, Episode 18

Deep Pivot Side Story 2, Episode 18

Sensing something ominous, Yeon-woo furrowed his brows with a prim expression.

“You’re going to make me do something weird again, aren’t you.”

Seo-joon burst into laughter and kissed him shamelessly. “Who do you think I am?” he teased, as Yeon-woo’s belt buckle popped open with a soft click.

“I just… I really like doing things the usual way with you, Yeon-woo.”

He whispered the words against Yeon-woo’s lips in a voice full of love. Yeon-woo’s long silver lashes fluttered. A dark stain had already formed on the underwear peeking out from his open pants.

Wet Yeon-woo. Impatient Yeon-woo. Sensitive Yeon-woo… Seo-joon’s lips curled quietly. He was too lovable for words.

“Mm…”

When Seo-joon slid his hand into the damp fabric, a low moan caught between their lips. Gasping, Yeon-woo clutched the hem of Seo-joon’s shirt tightly.

“How about we get one step ahead… and move to the bed?”

Seo-joon whispered as he stroked Yeon-woo’s exposed penis up and down. “Y-Yeah…” Yeon-woo replied in a dazed voice, letting out a sudden spill of pre-cum. The veil that had been draped loosely over his head slipped off.

The thin tulle covered the tip of the glans. Holding the shaft wrapped in veil as if it were a gift, Seo-joon fixed his gaze on Yeon-woo’s face and kissed him gently.

“Haa, mm… The veil—mm—it’s going to get dirty.”

“So what if it does?”

“Hm?” Smooch, smooch. Light kisses rained along his lips and jaw as Seo-joon softly nibbled the sensitive skin along Yeon-woo’s neck and whispered low:

“I’ll buy you an even prettier one.”

Then he ran his hand slowly along the shaft, deliberately pulling the veil down.

“Haa… mngh… Lieutenant… ah, ngh…”

“Does it hurt?”

The veil was thin enough to show even the slight dip of the urethral slit, and the friction against the delicate skin made Yeon-woo squirm helplessly.

“Does it hurt, Yeon-woo?”

Seo-joon asked again, dragging the words slowly as he stared at his breathless lover. The repeated motion—rubbing the edge of the slit and relaxing—made Yeon-woo’s tense abs twitch with each cycle.

No… ah… yes… haah… mm… no… too much… mmngh… His voice flipped back and forth like a turned palm depending on Seo-joon’s grip. Watching his reactions, Seo-joon kissed him repeatedly in short bursts.

“Ah… Lieutenant… mmm… ah…”

Through the sheer veil stretched around his penis, clear fluid suddenly seeped out. Tears welled in Yeon-woo’s eyes as they twisted in pain. When Seo-joon rubbed the dip of the slit with his fingertip, Yeon-woo’s body jolted hard.

“Mmngh… it hurts, Lieutenant… hurts… haah… ngh…”

The veil, which had been stuck all the way inside the slit, peeled off slowly. Yeon-woo trembled, burying his face in the crook of Seo-joon’s neck. He gasped for breath as he rubbed his fevered forehead against him. Seo-joon’s smile stretched from ear to ear.

“Yeon-woo, I think you just… finished dry. Are you sure it hurts? Should I stop?”

Still resting his forehead against Seo-joon’s shoulder, Yeon-woo shook his head. From the curve of his ear to his scalp, he was flushed completely red. “Just… just finish me… fast,” he whispered, moving his hips on his own to avoid the overwhelming stimulation.

Seo-joon leaned in and whispered right against his burning ear.

“Yeon-woo… you want to cum quickly?”

“Yes… yes, baby… mm… ha…”

As he gently caressed Yeon-woo’s penis with a satisfying softness, Seo-joon lulled him into a brief calm, then sat upright. He spread his legs and straddled Yeon-woo’s lap.

Yeon-woo’s hazy blue eyes trembled. The veil pulled taut in Seo-joon’s grip clung wetly to the curve of the slit. Suddenly, Yeon-woo’s head fell back.

“Ah…!”

His soaked penis pressed firmly against the tight entrance. Seo-joon grabbed his wrists and pinned them down on the sofa, lowering his hips.

“Mm… no… don’t… ngh…”

The pink shaft, still veiled, sank into the loosened opening with a wet squelch. “Ah…” Seo-joon groaned low, lifting up slightly, then pushing down deeper. The shaft, buried snugly inside the tight walls, twitched as the veil rubbed and dragged against the slit. Wet threads clung and peeled over and over again.

“Ah! Mmh—ha—no—stop—stop—ah—haaah…”

Yeon-woo’s hips jerked. Seo-joon, leaning over him, swallowed his cries. The moans that escaped Yeon-woo’s tightly linked lips were muffled and blurred in their closeness. His inner walls grew slick as languid pleasure filled him.

His flexed abs rose and fell in waves. A single tear rolled from the corner of Yeon-woo’s eye as he moaned into Seo-joon’s mouth.

Hot smen soaked the veil from inside as it clung to the walls. With each pulse and release, his body trembled from the rush of pleasure.

“Mm—mgh—Lieutenant—ah—ah—wait… take it out—take it—ah, mmph—”

“Haa… baby…”

Waiting until the tremors of Yeon-woo’s climax had calmed, Seo-joon slowly sat up. Slick… slick… He gently rolled his hips, wet sounds echoing beneath them as he looked down at his lover beneath him.

“I prepped everything thinking it’d be our first night tonight. Was it… not good?”

Yeon-woo, brows furrowed, suddenly sat up. Wrapping his arms tightly around Seo-joon’s waist, he stopped him from pushing any deeper. Seo-joon tilted his head and kissed him. Then Yeon-woo’s lips trailed down his neck and— bit down hard on his shoulder.

“There’s no such thing as ‘not good’ with you.”

“You should’ve asked me to take it off.” A soft murmur of complaint came from the shoulder where he’d been bitten. His voice was filled with pouty resentment. Seo-joon, with his arms wrapped around Yeon-woo’s neck and his waist lifted high, moved slowly up and down, moaning.

“Ahh… I wanted to try this as soon as I saw the wedding veil.”

The coarse sensation of the thin veil fabric stimulating his soaked inner walls brought a strange kind of pleasure. Maybe that’s why textured condoms exist. But even more thrilling was Cha Yeon-woo’s reaction—his sensitivity heightened, gasping as though he might faint with the slightest movement.

At some point, Seo-joon’s body fell backward. His penis, which had almost slipped out, plunged back in deeply. Yeon-woo moaned, throwing his head back.

Multiple layers of soft, fluffy veil were caught between their bodies, making it feel like they were grinding together with a skirt still on. Through the veil draped over Seo-joon’s lower body, Yeon-woo reached and grasped his penis.

“This… hngh… do you know how weird this feels?”

‘You should suffer a little too, Lieutenant.’ His grip tightened hard around Seo-joon’s penis. The shaft, wrapped in the thin veil, pumped rapidly within his hand. Each time he stroked up to the tip and then all the way down, the ultra-fine threads scraped every bit of the sensitive skin around the glans with electrifying precision.

“Ah…! Ha, ugh!”

Overwhelmed by the harsh friction both inside and out, Seo-joon’s body twitched uncontrollably. The sensation of the inner part of the urethra being lightly scraped made him tremble all over. It was like the urge to pee, but more intense—constantly tapping at the tip of his penis. ‘This isn’t fair… This isn’t fair, Cha Yeon-woo.’

Yeon-woo’s brows furrowed as he suddenly stopped moving, the tightness inside clenching so hard it felt like it might crush him.

“Ugh, hngh… Lieutenant, Lieutenant, it hurts, your grip, ah… loosen up, ah…”

A groan slipped through clenched teeth. It was too tight, and the friction from the veil made it worse. No matter how Seo-joon tried to pull out, he couldn’t budge; only his body rocked helplessly as he stayed lodged inside.

Yeon-woo trembled under the merciless stimulation of the veil’s threads scraping against his tender flesh, unable to thrust in or out. The muscles in his forearm, supporting himself beside Seo-joon’s head, bulged with tension. Thump, squelch—each time a surge of fluid struck his inner walls, Seo-joon’s body jolted in response.

The wet, squishy sound grew louder as the space between them finally began to move again. Fluids that couldn’t all be held in leaked out. Seo-joon moaned, feeling his insides swell with the heavy buildup.

Then, without warning, Yeon-woo pulled out. A rush of fluids spilled out with the soaked veil. He tossed the drenched fabric to the floor.

“My veil…”

As he muttered in frustration, his smooth penis thrust back in. The contrast between the soft flesh and the inner walls that had grown used to the veil’s texture created a slippery, surreal sensation.