DP Side Story 2, Episode 19
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story 2, Episode 19
His inner walls, already soaked and hypersensitive from the rough texture of the veil’s threads, spasmed lightly as he reached a minor climax.
“Uugh…”
Seo-joon’s head fell back and hit the sofa armrest with a thud. A large hand quickly cupped his head. Yeon-woo, who was embracing him, pulled him up and guided his back to the rest.
Thud! The penis thrust in to its very limit, making Seo-joon tremble with his mouth agape. A sweet shiver ran all the way up to his scalp. It was so, so… overwhelmingly good he thought he might lose his mind.
“Yeon-woo, ha, Yeon-woo, more, all the way, ah, ah…”
The rough thrusts hit a certain spot in his inner walls, getting caught and unable to go further. Each time the blunt head struck and pressed down on that place, his vision whited out. His lower body buzzed with sharp waves of pleasure.
“Haah… Ugh, ngh, ah.”
“Here? Ngh… Does it feel good here, Lieutenant?”
Yeon-woo’s voice, flushed with arousal, dug into his ear as he pounded into Seo-joon’s tender inner walls. It felt so good Seo-joon could cry. Strong arms locked him in place, leaving him completely at Yeon-woo’s mercy. Between the backrest and Yeon-woo’s large frame, Seo-joon’s ears picked up every low moan Yeon-woo let out.
At some point, the glans, already buried as deep as it could go, forced its way into a place it had never reached before. Like slippery jelly squeezing through a narrow straw, the thick flesh was suddenly drawn in. But the pressure was overwhelming, like trying to shove a basketball into a balloon.
“Ah, haa…!”
Clear fluid dribbled from the tip of Seo-joon’s penis, pinned against the backrest. His entire body trembled, swept away in a powerful climax. The ecstasy was so intense it prickled down to his scalp. Fluid ran down between his legs and dripped heavily onto the leather sofa.
“Ha, Lieutenant, ahh, Lieutenant…”
Yeon-woo’s hands gripped both sides of Seo-joon’s hips tightly. Their joined lower bodies were soaked and squelched noisily with every movement.
“Haah, haah, haa…”
Seo-joon moaned with his eyes closed, mouth slack. The pleasure was intense and utterly satisfying. This was exactly why he’d secretly taken the bumper out of Yeon-woo’s bag before they left… Just to use the excuse that they’d forgotten it, so they could have this kind of insane sex.
“Ugh, baby, baby… It’s so—ah… it’s so good, ngh…”
Unaware of his partner’s shameless scheming, Yeon-woo couldn’t hold back the steady spurts of thin cum as his glans was tightly squeezed by Seo-joon’s narrow inner walls.
Even after the long climax ended, the two remained still, dazed and lost in the afterglow. Still tightly holding his partner, Yeon-woo eventually began to move, slowly pulling his penis out.
Like pulling a stubborn cork from a bottle, the thick shaft finally came free. Squelch! An enormous splash of fluid burst out onto the leather like a popped water balloon.
“Haaah…”
Seo-joon, head limp against the backrest, shivered at the sudden emptiness inside him. They’d shared countless nights together, but this one truly felt like a wedding night.
It was going to be one of those rare nights he’d never forget.
“Lieutenant, have you ever heard of death by sex?”
As expected, following an outrageously good night, Yeon-woo came back with an adorably grumpy scolding. Seo-jun, who always tended to act cocky after their nights together, let out a quiet laugh.
“You’re exaggerating, Yeon-woo. I’m still perfectly fine.”
But the rough, hoarse rasp of his voice seriously undermined that claim.
“I wasn’t talking about you. I meant me. I might die from it.”
Don’t you even worry about me, Lieutenant? What if I drop dead on our first night? What would you even put on my gravestone? What would you tell Jeong-woo? That I died peeing myself, or worse, during sex? Both are humiliating, so what are you going to do? He went on and on with increasingly ridiculous complaints.
“We’ll die on the same day, so don’t worry, Yeon-woo… That way, no one has to be embarrassed.”
“Don’t say stuff like that so casually! And why wouldn’t it be embarrassing? If we both go from sex, Jeong-woo will be the one left behind to deal with all the shameful aftermath!”
“……”
As the storm of ecstasy faded, so did the energy in their bodies. Seo-jun, too tired to speak, lay still with his eyes closed—until he noticed Yeon-woo had gone quiet and slowly peeked one eye open.
“My veil…”
With a gloomy pout, Yeon-woo lifted the now-ruined veil. His voice teetered between reproachful and flirtatious.
Seo-jun, slumped on the sofa like a puppet with its strings cut, stared up at him. A soft drip-drip sound echoed from the veil as clear fluid trickled off it.
Their gazes met in silence. Yeon-woo’s eyes shifted away at an angle. Then again, for effect, he mumbled, “My veil…”
“You weren’t going to keep wearing it forever. What’s the big deal?”
Letting out a breathless laugh, Seo-jun reached out and gently pulled Yeon-woo on top of him. Yeon-woo wrapped his arms around Seo-jun’s waist and rested his cheek on his bare chest. Maybe still sulking a little, he didn’t speak for a few seconds. His deep sigh brushed warmly against Seo-jun’s skin.
“I wanted to keep it… It was our wedding veil.”
“I’ll buy you the same one again, then.”
“Pfft, forget it. It’s already ruined.”
“But the sex was incredible, wasn’t it… Yeon-woo?”
Seo-jun, still stroking his lover’s hair, suddenly flipped him over and pressed him down beneath him. Smooch, smooch—he peppered kisses around Yeon-woo’s eyes and cheeks. As his long lashes fluttered downward, Yeon-woo finally lifted his gaze and met Seo-jun’s.
“……Was it that good?”
“It was amazing.”
“But if we keep doing this… I feel like I’ll get numb to it eventually.”
Yeon-woo said this with a serious look on his face.
“For the sake of your long-term, healthy sex life, I think we should tone it down a little. I really want to be with you for a long, long time.”
Seo-jun burst out laughing at his partner’s heartfelt insight. “Ah…” He stretched lazily, basking in the afterglow, then lifted his head to look at Yeon-woo. He tapped the tip of Yeon-woo’s nose playfully and offered a soft apology.
“I’ve been a bit selfish. I’ll make it up to you by doing whatever you want next time.”
Yeon-woo glanced briefly at the top of Seo-jun’s head… then looked down again.
“……I already got what I wanted.”
That fleeting glance sent a chill through Seo-jun. He instinctively reached up to touch his head. A wave of betrayal and horror washed over him.
No way. Since when…?
Cat ear headband.
The one thing that should never exist, not even in an upside-down world, was currently on his head.
Cha Yeon-woo, you’re such a perv.
“How could you do this to me?”
How could you pull something so shameless…?
He couldn’t even figure out when it had been placed there. Was he wearing it earlier, when he was trembling like a fool and dripping all over the place? Or when he was twitching from all that stimulation? From the very beginning?!
“I don’t know if you realize, but I’m not the kind of person who suits stuff like this.”
Feeling his dignity slipping away, Seo-jun yanked off the headband.
“I’ve told you over and over, you’re the one who should wear things like this.”
“Lieutenant…”
That’s when Yeon-woo dropped the bomb.
“I think you don’t realize the gap between the image you think you give off and how you actually come across.”
Seo-jun stared at him with a stunned, almost pained smile.
“Excuse me?”
Even while looking like a scolded puppy, Yeon-woo calmly spoke his mind.
“You always insist on wearing coats even though you get cold easily… You pretend not to like sugary desserts even though you love them… You look cuter when your hair’s messy, but you always slick it with wax. And the cat ears actually really suit you…”
Seo-jun slowly sat up, brushing his hair back with an eerily calm expression.
“Aha… I see. So that’s how I look to you, Yeon-woo.”
For some reason, a chill crept down Yeon-woo’s back. He began to sit up, just a little cautiously.
“Lieutenant… are you mad?”
“No.”
Seo-jun gave a little laugh and gently pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Why would I be mad at you, Yeon-woo?”
I’m really not mad at you. Not at all.