DP Side Story 2, Episode 25
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story 2, Episode 25
Cha Yeon-woo opened the drawer, took out a condom, and with it held between his lips, he pulled down Seo-joon’s underwear and pants all at once. Standing between his spread legs, he rubbed around the moist hole.
“Hyung, you did it by yourself again, didn’t you?”
With the condom package in his mouth, he asked in a muffled voice filled with disappointment and reproach.
“Ugh… it just takes too long to do.”
“It’s exam time, haah, I shouldn’t waste too much time.” Seo-joon answered with a low groan.
Yeon-woo tore open the condom wrapper. The specially sized condom soon covered the tip of Seo-joon’s already fully erect penis. Yeon-woo no longer fumbled with figuring out which way it unrolled. He smoothly slid the rolled ring down onto his partner’s shaft. After pulling down his own pants, he took out his penis and ran his hand along it.
“When you do it by yourself…”
“Ugh, ha…”
“I told you I don’t like that, hyung.”
His stretched-out words were filled with a whine. Seo-joon, groaning at the pressure of the thick penis entering him, laughed as he pulled Yeon-woo into an embrace. His condom-covered penis bobbed in the air and tapped lightly against Yeon-woo’s lower stomach.
“If you keep this up, you’ll end up screwing up the exam again.”
“I don’t care… I’m really upset.”
Their whispering continued, though the wet slaps and skin-on-skin sounds made whispering pointless. Still, the room was soundproof, so there was no real concern.
“Ah.”
Yeon-woo suddenly paused mid-thrust.
“…Did you lock the door?”
“Yeah…”
Seo-joon answered, gently rocking his hips. Relieved, Yeon-woo leaned down and pulled up Seo-joon’s shirt, taking a nipple into his mouth.
“Ugh…”
“Haah, hyung… stop doing it by yourself… I’ll help next time.”
“Ugh, ah, fine, haah… deeper…”
“I won’t do it alone again.”
“Again…”
“Ow, hyung, it hurts, it feels like I’m going to burst…”
Tightened around him, Seo-joon let out a whimper while Yeon-woo faked a dramatic cry.
“I won’t mess up the major exam again.”
“Again… the major… ow…”
Though his technique up top never seemed to improve, years of experience had sharpened his skill in handling his partner’s penis with growing precision.
“Harder… aaah, baby, loosen up, ugh, or I’ll really come, ah, ah…”
“As if you’ve ever lasted.”
Though the grip couldn’t possibly make him burst on its own, Cha Yeon-woo always made a big fuss, like a nervous puppy yelping at the slightest touch.
“You have no idea how much I’m holding back, hyung.”
“Are you? Haah… it’s already so wet inside…”
“Not yet… not yet… but just loosen up a bit, just a little… please.”
Pressing their lips together, Seo-joon let out a low chuckle. Just like Seo-joon had improved at tightening from behind, Yeon-woo, now with more experience, had become more persistent and less likely to give up easily. He held out until his eyes welled with tears, and once Seo-joon climaxed, he would suddenly kick into high gear.
To Seo-joon, he was irresistibly cute and bold. That flushed, intensely focused face sometimes felt unfamiliar—like he’d suddenly grown up—but whenever he heard Yeon-woo whine “hyeong~,” he felt like he was still that unmistakable twenty-year-old baby, and it did strange things to his heart.
The desk creaked lightly. Seo-joon sat upright, wrapping himself tightly around Yeon-woo’s waist, moaning freely. Eventually, Yeon-woo, lifting him up and pounding from beneath, reached his climax and hugged Seo-joon’s trembling body close as his hips twitched.
“Haah… haah… ah, that’s so good, baby, ah…”
Seo-joon, legs wrapped tightly around Yeon-woo, clenched from the inside and nuzzled into his neck. When the wave of bliss settled, his feet touched the floor again. Leaning on the desk, he wobbled with dazed eyes.
“Hyung, hyeong… ugh…”
Light kisses trailed down his neck and shoulders. As his body gradually lowered, Yeon-woo followed, teasing his prominent shoulder blades and persistently suckling his nipples.
The tip of his dangling penis tapped softly under the desk. The hand that had been pinching and playing with his nipples slipped down and grabbed it. The condom, already filled with semen, began to swell again with fresh fluid.
Pushed from behind, Seo-joon collapsed fully over the desk and moaned. Yeon-woo wrapped himself around him and thrust hard from below, slapping their bodies together.
“Ah, ah…! Ugh, ha, ah…”
Low groans slipped through clenched teeth as he bit into Seo-joon’s neck. The deeply buried penis soaked his insides. It was Cha Yeon-woo’s first climax, finally released after enduring to the limit.
Sitting at the edge of the desk with his legs spread wide, Seo-joon planted kisses all over Yeon-woo’s face as he cleaned him up below. A glance at the time showed it was already 1 a.m.
“Looks like studying for the exam is out the window.”
“It’s okay. I studied hard.”
“What time is your major exam?”
“Two o’clock.”
Answering calmly, Yeon-woo removed the condom from Seo-joon’s penis. The condom was heavy with semen—he had ejaculated several times, and the amount had accumulated noticeably. As he stared at it, Yeon-woo suddenly flipped the condom and poured its contents onto Seo-joon’s stomach.
“Cha Yeon-woo, what the hell…!”
Seo-joon instinctively lifted his upper body, frowning as he looked down. The semen trickled along the grooves of his firm abs, dripping onto the desk and the rug below.
“What’s the point of using a condom then…”
Seo-joon muttered in disbelief. He had started using condoms just to avoid the hassle of cleaning the rug, but lately, Yeon-woo found more creative uses for them.
Either to tease—holding up the filled condom and saying, ‘Hyung, look how much you came. More than me’—or using it as lube for round two.
Yeon-woo stared intently at the way the semen pooled and streamed down Seo-joon’s stomach. After a while, he slowly reached for a tissue.
“Hyung… this kind of feels dirty-hot.”
As he wiped Seo-joon’s stomach with tissues, Yeon-woo whispered in a voice as airy as ever.
“You came so much at once—ah, ow, hyung…”
Seo-joon lightly bit the babbling lips. Yeon-woo grinned and captured his lips in return, sucking them deeply.
“There’s not a trace of intellect in anything you’re saying. I’m sure I already know the outcome of this major exam, Mr. Yeon-woo.”
“Teacheer… Can’t you teach me just one more time?”
This time, I swear I’ll do well… Yeon-woo laughed as he rubbed between Seo-joon’s legs again. Seo-joon chuckled and pulled him into an embrace.
“Just don’t cry if you screw it up.”
But as it turned out, he wasn’t just bluffing about studying—thankfully, Yeon-woo ended the semester with an A-.
After the end of the semester, some happy news came their way. It was about Hee-min’s wedding—he had become deputy director of the NASA-Korea IGTS research center two years ago. He said he’d be marrying a fellow Korean researcher, the same age as him, whom he met locally, early in the new year.
“You’re telling me you were dating at work instead of doing research? In a sacred lab, no less?”
—“Hey, I met someone naturally while working hard. That’s all it is.”
Seo-joon looked at Hee-min’s bashful face on the tablet screen. Yeon-woo brought over two cups of coffee, handed one to Seo-joon, then suddenly leaned into the screen with a smile.
“Congratulations, Deputy Director.”
—“Thanks, Yeon-woo.”
Min-geon and Chae-won also got in touch after hearing the news. Min-geon, now a special ops firefighter, had grown his hair out again and tied it in a topknot. Chae-won, who had started a pottery class, shared that she was now commuting to and from Jeju Island while preparing to start a guesthouse business.
Now, Awakeners are allowed to travel abroad freely as long as they share their real-time location with the government. Hee-min’s wedding was a rare chance for the scattered members of SAU to gather in one place. Since they were heading to the U.S. for the ceremony anyway, it would be a good opportunity to also check on the progress of Jeong-woo’s module implant procedure.
While Jeong-woo continued pulmonary rehabilitation, Seo-joon and Yeon-woo enjoyed the ocean breeze at Mukho Port, savoring the leisure that came with Yeon-woo’s semester break.
The café with the delicious strawberry cake they had visited before, and the romantic ocean-view pension Yeon-woo the ‘piggy’ had chosen, were both still the same. Even the cheese-colored cat that Yeon-woo had played with back then was still there, holding its ground like the true resident it was.
—“How much do you really know about your home’s evacuation shelter?”
From the TV in the dining hall where they were seated for a meal, Seo-joon’s voice played. It was the commercial the team had once mercilessly mocked for being overly dramatic and cheesy.
Yeon-woo, chopsticks in his mouth, stared at the screen. Seo-joon, dressed in a suit, was introducing home safety protocols against a domestic-looking backdrop. He had seen it so many times he could recite the script by heart, yet somehow, he never got tired of