DP Side Story Episode 16
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story, Episode 16
Seo-joon guided Yeon-woo’s hand between his legs. Squish, squish… Their interlaced index and middle fingers gently stroked the delicate inner tissue. A wet sound came from the still-soft, loosened entrance.
A soft blush bloomed on Yeon-woo’s cheek under the dim mood lighting. His lips hesitated, opening only after a long pause.
“…Baby.”
His clear eyes looked at Seo-joon, trying hard to appear composed. The way he spoke the word made it sound awkward, almost like he was calling out each syllable separately—ba, by, instead of saying it naturally.
Seo-joon’s lips curled into a soft smile. Seeing him laugh with those crescent-moon eyes, Yeon-woo scowled in slight irritation.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“See? The first time’s the hardest. It gets easier after that.”
Then suddenly, Yeon-woo wrapped his arms around Seo-joon’s waist and laid him down on the bed. Seo-joon ran his hand along the curves of his lover’s chest as Yeon-woo moved on top of him.
“It might be great for you, Lieutenant… but for me, this is a bit of a problem…”
Lowering himself between Seo-joon’s legs, Yeon-woo pressed his weight into their joined bodies.
“Just calling you that… makes me end up like this.”
Despite having spilled so much already, his length stood firm, pressing insistently against Seo-joon’s perineum as if nothing had happened. Seo-joon let out a faint, amused smile. Isn’t that just pure lust at this point?
“Calling you that, Lieutenant… it just feels so strange.”
“Is it really that weird for us to be lovers?”
“My heart’s pounding so much, I feel like I might die.”
“And yet, you still managed to have sex…”
What now… The words he hadn’t managed to say disappeared into a short, broken breath. Something thick and warm began to slowly press into the still-sensitive, slick inner walls. Seo-joon tilted his head slightly back, letting out a quiet sigh as he gripped Yeon-woo’s tense forearm tightly.
“Haa…”
Frowning, Yeon-woo exhaled a breath tinged with pleasure and thrust his hips upward. Seo-joon cupped his face in both hands, tracing the beautiful lines of his features as if committing them to memory through his fingertips.
He gently ran his thumbs along the hollow between Yeon-woo’s brow bone and eyelids, then down the straight bridge of his nose, and finally across those full, slightly pouty lips that stirred desire just by being there. His blue eyes gazed steadily into Yeon-woo’s.
Yeon-woo, quietly yielding to the wandering touch across his face, focused all his attention on moving inside Seo-joon. His eyes had deepened into a murky shade, clouded with desire.
Suddenly, Yeon-woo bit his lip and contorted his face before resting his forehead on Seo-joon’s shoulder. He gently nibbled at the soft skin around Seo-joon’s neck and shoulder.
Seo-joon could feel each hot, ragged breath of pleasure ghosting across his skin. He locked his legs around Yeon-woo’s waist, pulling him in deeper. With no resistance in the way, the thrusts reached dangerously close to the limit, his length grinding against the sore, overstimulated inner walls.
“Ah… ngh…”
At the sudden change in Seo-joon’s moan, Yeon-woo flinched, pulling back—only to slowly push back in just a little. Bracing himself against the sheets, he lifted his upper body slightly.
Tap, tap—he gently rocked his hips, as if gauging the depth. When he pressed firmly against the point where he could go no further, Seo-joon twisted his waist in a shudder, as though overwhelmed. It was a depth nearly impossible to reach when using a bumper.
It was the point where everything narrowed so suddenly, it could almost be mistaken for a needle’s eye—the ridged spot that tenderly sucked at the tip as though teasing, subtly contracting like a temptation. Just before crossing that final curve, Yeon-woo knew: this was the exact limit Seo-joon allowed.
And he also knew that when he rubbed that exact spot—Seo-joon would tremble and cry out with delight.
Yeon-woo gripped him tightly, pressing down on his trembling body as he began thrusting hard and fast. The aggressive movement made Seo-joon’s legs instinctively clamp down in reaction, the loud sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room.
“Ugh—ah, aah… Yeon-woo, ngh…”
“Ah… it feels so good—hngh…”
A sharp climax pulsed out from the tip, spilling inside Seo-joon. Eyes tightly shut from the overwhelming sensation, Yeon-woo gasped, hips still moving with shallow thrusts. It feels so good. I might die. Just a bit more…
With reason fading into the background, only shameless instinct remained.
In complete darkness, not a single ray of light.
The guest room door opened and closed, and a shadow darker than the night stepped inside. The shadow stretched long over Seo-joon, who lay asleep on his side, hugging a pillow.
The blanket covering him was gently pulled back by a large hand. Calm blue eyes traced the dip running down the center of his spine and over the round rise below, taking in the quiet stillness.
Tap. Yeon-woo, having taken off his hoodie, sat down on the edge of the bed. Turning on his phone’s flashlight, he gently parted Seo-joon’s hips with one hand and examined the area in between. A long, heavy sigh faded into the silence around them.
‘This really hurts…’ he thought.
Yeon-woo opened the cap of a small metal tube and squeezed some ointment onto his hand. If Seo-joon had seen him, he probably would’ve teased him again, lips jutting out in exaggerated mockery.
Yeon-woo’s long middle finger naturally slipped between Seo-joon’s hips. Though Seo-joon frowned and let out a faint, uncomfortable moan, Yeon-woo remained unfazed.
…After all, even though he’d done this every night, Seo-joon had never once woken up.
When it came to Seo-joon, Yeon-woo now knew more than even Seo-joon himself.
He knew which dishes Seo-joon pretended not to mind, but subtly avoided or reached for more. He knew how Seo-joon claimed not to care for sweets, but couldn’t resist cakes or cookies.
He knew the habit of chewing on paper cups hadn’t completely gone away. He knew Seo-joon tried to dress for the seasons but secretly felt the cold more than others. He knew that whenever he kissed him after making eye contact, the smile on Seo-joon’s face deepened—just slightly.
He knew the slight swelling and tenderness of flushed skin, and where inside, deep in the softest places, there might be bruises or soreness. Yeon-woo carefully applied ointment again and again, patiently tending to those hidden wounds.
Finally, he pulled the blanket back up over Seo-joon’s body.
Even when he returned after washing his hands, Seo-joon hadn’t stirred. Quietly undressing, Yeon-woo slipped under the covers beside him and gently pulled Seo-joon into his arms.
Seo-joon let out a long breath, shifting in his sleep to find a comfortable position, snuggling into Yeon-woo’s embrace. Stroking back his tousled hair, Yeon-woo gazed down at the face resting against his arm.
Peaceful, innocent, and unguarded—an expression Yeon-woo could never see when Seo-joon was awake. Every time he saw this face, fear gripped his heart.
Seo-joon’s body could no longer be guided by him, nor recover on its own.
“……”
Just looking at him like this made Yeon-woo’s chest tighten with dread. And yet, his reckless lover continued to act like he was still a no-name, unafraid of anything.
Yeon-woo wanted to stay with him for a long, long time. For as many days as possible—just one more, if that’s all they could have.
Even if they were no longer in the fiery throes of youth, even if someday they could no longer share each other’s bodies, Yeon-woo wanted to go on loving him just the same. To share each moment of life, every little happiness, side by side.
He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Seo-joon’s forehead. A moment only Yeon-woo would ever know—something Seo-joon would never be aware of.
Over that smooth, untroubled brow, a whisper barely formed:
You really are such an idiot, Lieutenant.
“Lieutenant, should we stop by that place and pick up a cake today?”
The car, with Yeon-woo at the wheel, cruised smoothly along the coastal road. Seo-joon, who had been watching the scenery out the window, gave a short reply.
“That dessert place.”
“Yes, the strawberry cake yesterday was really good. You really seemed to enjoy it.”
Seo-joon reached out and gave Yeon-woo a light tap on the bridge of his nose.
“What was that for?”
“Because you’re cute.”
Yeon-woo turned his head and pouted again, casting a glance his way. Eyes on the road, Seo-joon muttered, grabbing his chin and gently turning his head back to face forward. He chuckled to himself.
It’s cute how he always uses me as an excuse when it’s really something he wants himself. If Cha Yeon-woo said he wanted it, Seo-joon would gladly buy a whole cake every day, even a hundred of them.
“Let’s get one for Jeong-woo too. Size 5. So Dr. Kang and Song-hee can share it too.”
“Okay.”
Seo-joon checked the GPS and gauged the distance to the café.
“Let’s switch drivers there.”
“It’s fine.”
“You were busy moving your hips last night, Yeon-woo. You’ll get sick if you drive too long on top of that.”
“……”
Yeon-woo’s ears turned red as he kept his eyes fixed dutifully on the road. Seo-joon smiled silently and gently touched the edge of his ear, pulling out his phone. There were several messages waiting—ones he hadn’t had time to check while checking out of the hotel.
No-named Eric Donovan had messaged asking about their upcoming visit to NASA, saying he looked forward to meeting them. Seo-joon faintly smiled, remembering their first encounter last year at a NASA research base—grim and heavy.
“Eric’s asking how you’ve been, Yeon-woo.”
Listening to the message, Yeon-woo let out a light laugh. Though he’d met a few of the foreign No-names via video calls, they were still unfamiliar to him.
Eric in particular had caused trouble after hearing about Yeon-woo’s codename and its meaning from Jin Cheong-oh. Ever since, he’d tease Yeon-woo with things like, “So is your name Aggie or Baby?” or “I heard you’re the famous ‘Special Limited Edition Baby’ in that field. Is that true?”
“…Please tell him to stop messaging me. I don’t understand any of his jokes anyway.”
Seo-joon chuckled quietly at that. After sending Eric a short reply, he began checking his other messages—when a new one appeared from an unknown number.