DP Side Story Episode 10

Deep Pivot Side Story, Episode 10

“What’s wrong with ‘babe’? There’s no nickname easier to say or more common than that.”

Beneath him, a firm pressure subtly pressed against him. Yeon-woo, ears tinged red, murmured quietly,

“It’s embarrassing… It sounds too dirty.”

So Master is fine, but babe is too embarrassing? Seo-joon just couldn’t keep up with the emotional logic of his young lover.

“…Master.”

Yeon-woo mumbled it softly, like he was talking to himself, then suddenly buried his face in Seo-joon’s neck. The arms wrapped tightly around his body were full of tension.

“I really like that one, though. Should I only call you that when we’re at home?”

“Stop saying nonsense, Yeon-woo.”

What are you even going on about… Tsk. Seo-joon clicked his tongue in exasperation.

“But, Lieutenant…”

Yeon-woo suddenly lifted his head and asked a question Seo-joon hadn’t expected.

“Why do you still call me ‘Yeon-woo’ so formally?”

Seo-joon ran his fingers gently through Yeon-woo’s hair, which curled between his fingers, and replied in a baffled tone,

“Well, what else would I call you if not ‘Yeon-woo’?”

Yeon-woo lowered his head again. Smooch, smooch, smooch… His lips gently grazed up Seo-joon’s neck, trailing along his jawline until they pressed softly against the rim of his ear. Then, in a voice barely louder than air, he whispered shyly:

I like it best when you call me Yeon-woo-ya.

Seo-joon let out a quiet chuckle at the request that hit him right in the eardrum. Like he didn’t already know?

He had long realized that whenever he called him Yeon-woo-ya, Cha Yeon-woo’s sensitivity heightened. Even when stubbornly holding back his release, just hearing his name called a few times would bring tears to his eyes and push him over the edge.

As if by habit, Seo-joon slipped his hand into Yeon-woo’s training pants and wrapped it around his penis. In response, Yeon-woo slowly began to move his hips against that hand.

The more they shared their bodies, the more the invisible walls between them began to crumble. Though their skinship had been endlessly slow compared to the size of their feelings, they were now, finally, becoming more like a normal couple.

Wrapping his legs around Yeon-woo’s waist, Seo-joon kissed his lips and whispered sweetly:

“Yeon-woo-ya.”

“Yes, Master.”

At that answer—enough to kill even a thousand-year-old heat—Seo-joon lightly tugged on Yeon-woo’s hair.

“Ow, that hurts.”

Yeon-woo laughed, faking the pain with playful exaggeration.

“I’m not into that kind of kink, Yeon-woo. Stop messing around and call me properly.”

Sliding his hand down, Yeon-woo pulled down Seo-joon’s pants and slipped them off past his ankles, then lifted both legs over his own shoulders.

“Then… how about ‘Teacher’?”

Seo-joon let out a dry laugh. From Master to Teacher now? Unable to let go of formal speech, Yeon-woo’s nicknames were getting farther and farther from anything a lover would use.

Yeon-woo squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his own penis—nearly finishing the tube even though it was newly opened—and spread it over, slipping on a condom with practiced ease.

He tossed the now-empty tube to the floor and opened a new one, squeezing more into his hand.

“Ugh…”

The cold sensation made Seo-joon frown instinctively as he let out a soft groan, bearing the discomfort.

“We need to order more lube, Teacher.”

“It runs out fast when you use so damn much every time, Student Yeon-woo.”

“…So doing it with a student is your kink?”

Yeon-woo frowned seriously, his brows furrowed. Teacher, you’re seriously weird… Why would you do something like this with a student?

Seo-joon let out a helpless laugh—he’d played along just to humor him and ended up being treated like some kind of pervert.

“You started it, Yeon-woo—ugh, ah… Yeon-woo, please… a little slower…”

Schlk, schlk. Each time his fingers moved in and out, an embarrassingly lewd sound followed. Seo-joon really didn’t like that vulgar noise.

Because of the lube, the aphrodisiac component naturally secreted by Cha Yeon-woo became diluted, making it far less effective than usual. To make matters worse, after Yeon-woo had finished a few times, things got so soaked inside that it took a long while just to clean everything out afterward.

“Ugh, that’s enough… just be quick about it.”

Seo-joon couldn’t understand why, despite being naturally so wet, Cha Yeon-woo was always so eager to pour on more lube. He slightly lifted his hips to ease the subtle discomfort.

“There’s no such thing as ‘quick’ in this. Lieutenant, you need to treat your body with more care… If we keep this up, it really might not—ow.”

In the end, unable to hold back any longer, Seo-joon grabbed his precious lover’s hair again.

“Are you going to keep saying things that kill the mood?”

“I’m sorry, Master… Yeon-woo just worries a lot, that’s all.”

The blunt tip of his thick penis smoothly pressed into the soft, loosened entrance. Ahh… As Seo-joon moaned from the intrusion—so much thicker than fingers—he suddenly straightened his head.

“You just called me ‘Master’ again, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

Creak, Schlk… The penis, which had retreated slightly, thrust in a little deeper.

“Ugh, ah… Yeon-woo…”

Black hair, disheveled on the pillow, swayed slowly up and down. Yeon-woo diligently moved his hips, carving a path inside. Ah, ah. As the connection deepened, involuntary moans spilled from Seo-joon’s lips.

“Haa… Lieutenaaant…”

The drawn-out words damply pooled at the nape of Seo-joon’s neck.

“Hngh… Ah.”

Seo-joon spread his legs wide, gripping Yeon-woo’s hips tightly as if trying to take him in even deeper. Their bodies, pressed together without a gap, clung to each other, craving more contact.

“Ah, aah… it feels good, Yeon-woo… hngh… so good…”

Seo-joon’s legs, which had been wrapped around Yeon-woo’s waist, pushed against the sheets. Yeon-woo, driving in as deep as possible, ground his hips in a slow circle and let out a low moan.

“Master.”

Blue eyes rounded wide. In the pleasure that tingled deep in his belly, Seo-joon furrowed his brows. At this point, whether he was calling him “Master” or “Lieutenant” didn’t really matter anymore.

“Yeon-woo, ah, hngh…”

Pressed against rock-hard abs, his cock rubbed and twitched, spitting out cloudy semen in thick spurts. The more frequent their sex became, the thinner the consistency, and it quickly smeared, trailing along the grooves of Yeon-woo’s toned muscles.

With his brows drawn tightly, Yeon-woo let out a breath and buried his face into Seo-joon’s shoulder.

“Haa… It’s so tight… ngh, it feels too good, Lieutenant…”

A moan, thick with pleasure, clung to the ragged breath spilling messily against the nape of his neck.

“I want to go deeper.”

His voice, husky and clouded with desire, trembled low over his wet lips. I keep wanting more, Lieutenant.

“Because I want to be completely swallowed up by you…”

It was getting harder and harder to hold back. The last words, barely more than a whisper to himself, never reached Seo-joon’s ears. All he could feel was the cock buried deep in his belly, pushing, pushing—relentlessly driving further inside.

Yeon-woo, who used to get overly anxious when he didn’t know his limits, now thrust greedily, almost desperately, once he was bound by a silicone ring the width of three fingers.

With each passing day, the intensity only grew more brutal. At this rate, it felt like he might slam in all the way—balls deep—without even meaning to.

“Ugh, Yeon-woo, w-wait… ahh—”

A sharp jolt of pleasure shot up the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. It was different from the leisurely pleasure he could usually hold in his hands and control at will. Instinctively trying to push away the pressure, Seo-joon’s hands moved to Yeon-woo’s broad chest—but Yeon-woo caught them and pinned them above his head.

“Because I’m always anxious.”

Yeon-woo’s broad shoulders and the sculpted lines of his muscular chest filled Seo-joon’s entire field of vision. Shadows pooled and shifted violently along the defined lines of his tense trapezius, collarbones, and deltoids.

“Please stay by my side when I sleep.”

Seo-joon felt as if he were completely bound by those blue eyes gazing down at him. It was like being subdued by a massive beast—an eerie, electrifying sensation that sent chills through him.

“……”

Only shallow breaths passed between their lips, just a handspan apart.

Yeon-woo took in everything within his view—the tousled black hair, the faintly furrowed brow beneath it, and the gray eyes that had lost all composure in the edge of pleasure.

“You have to stay somewhere I can see you… Lieutenant.”

To Cha Yeon-woo, Ji Seo-joon was like a blazing heatwave in the middle of winter. A person who gently melted his frozen skin, stirred warmth deep inside his body, and in the end, made his mind reel in a fevered haze.

If all the heat in the world were gathered and shaped into the form of love, it would become ‘Ji Seo-joon.’ To Yeon-woo, Seo-joon wasn’t just warmth—he was heat itself. If he disappeared, Yeon-woo’s entire world would freeze over, leaving nothing behind.

“Haa…”

Even now, wasn’t Seo-joon the one keeping him alive like this, making his blood boil? The one who made his heart pound until it might burst, made him breathless with emotion—his most beautiful lover, his miracle.

Shallow breaths brushed against Seo-joon’s nose. As Yeon-woo traced the outline of his face with his lips, as if to carve it into his skin, he pushed in deeper.

“Ah…!”

Seo-joon let out a moan, his eyes tightening in desperation. A wave of aching pleasure surged through Yeon-woo as the trembling inner walls clenched tightly around him. Swallowing down the thick urge to release, Yeon-woo’s throat bobbed, and he gently moistened Seo-joon’s dry lips.

“Ngh… hngh… Yeon-woo…”

Biting his lower lip, Seo-joon let out a breathless moan, and the composure in his eyes gradually faded. Every time that perfectly composed face unraveled with just the slightest movement of his own, Yeon-woo felt an uncontrollable surge of desire.

More—he wanted to unravel him even further and slip deeper inside. He wanted to pry open the lock sealed tight without a single misalignment, drenching every loosened gap as he pleased.

So he could never go anywhere again.

So that only he could ever witness him in this undone state.

So thoroughly soaked that no matter where he went, the traces would remain—sticky and unmistakable—until in the end,

He wouldn’t be able to leave this bed.