DP Episode 121

Episode 121

“Yeon-woo.”

Seo-joon gently brushed Yeon-woo’s messy hair back from his forehead and asked softly.

“You’ve imagined having sex with me, haven’t you?”

It was a question that needed to be asked—right now, at this moment.

“…How did you imagine it?”

Yeon-woo lowered his gaze slightly and turned his head just a little to the side. By now, his face was flushed red, like it might explode.

“…I don’t know.”

Don’t ask things like that. Seo-joon kissed the corners of his shyly downturned eyes and, capturing his gaze, coaxed and teased him with persistent questioning.

“Did you imagine spreading your legs and taking me in? Or… the other way around?”

Smooch. Chuup. Even now, Seo-joon didn’t leave that milk-candy-sweet skin alone. Yeon-woo’s right eye flinched a little where Seo-joon’s lips touched.

“…I imagined making you cry. A lot.”

Given two clear choices, he suddenly confessed something entirely different. Seo-joon cupped his cheek and met his eyes.

“How did you make me cry?”

He could feel the cock pinned under his stomach stiffen and twitch with tension.

The Yeon-woo Seo-joon knew was the type to plant a single peach pit and already be envisioning a hundred-thousand-acre orchard in his head. There was no way he hadn’t thoroughly imagined what sex would be like between lovers.

“I came so many times just thinking about you crying.”

“…I can’t even count.”

It was pretty obvious that Cha Yeon-woo hadn’t been gay from the beginning, and it only made sense that, in his fantasies, he would more easily imagine himself topping than being topped. After all, he was a man too, and would naturally slip into the position that felt more instinctive.

“Then why do you act like you want to bottom? Yeon-woo, you rimmed me last time. Wasn’t that because you wanted to fuck me?”

Seo-joon bit and let go of Yeon-woo’s lower lip as he asked, half-joking.

To be honest, it was only then that Seo-joon realized that he might actually end up getting fucked by Cha Yeon-woo. Thinking about it, maybe it would be better if they both started with the position they were new to.

“…It’s just… tighter than I thought.”

But as always, my lover gave an unexpected answer.

“Because I thought it might hurt you, Lieutenant.”

“……”

Do you think I want to hurt you? Just watching you breathe quietly is enough to make my heart ache—how could I bear to cause you pain?

Seo-joon held back the surge of emotion rising in him and gazed at Yeon-woo. So this is what it means when people say they’re lovesick. He finally understood. His heart ached sweetly, painfully, simply because his lover was so dear to him.

“I’ve prepared myself a lot. Whatever you do to me, I’ll like it.”

Every word he spoke stoked the fire in Seo-joon’s chest. He cooled the heat gathering in his eyes with a smile.

“Who says it hurts? If that were true, then half the gays in the world must be masochists.”

Tilting his head, he leaned in and began kissing Yeon-woo again.

“Mm, ngh…”

Chuup, chuup. Wet, obscene sounds rang out as he sucked wildly, tongue plunging in and stirring things up. When the short, rough kiss finally broke, Yeon-woo’s ragged breath hovered just above Seo-joon’s lips.

“I’ve told you again and again, Yeon-woo. I want to swallow you whole.”

His trembling eyelashes fluttered like wings. Seo-joon lowered his lips to Yeon-woo’s now-damp eyes and whispered in a husky voice.

“Today, I’m going to swallow all of your cock.”

“……”

“It’s your first time, so be gentle with me.”

Yeon-woo looked like he was about to lose his mind. His wildly pounding heart almost made Seo-joon feel sorry for him.

He wanted to go slowly, to cherish and treasure every moment so Yeon-woo wouldn’t be startled—but there was no time.

Their lips met again in a deep kiss as Seo-joon pushed aside the hem of Yeon-woo’s gown and rolled his hips. His hand slipped down out of habit, brushing between thigh and leg, but quickly pulled away.

The unfamiliar position made him fumble awkwardly. Straddling Yeon-woo, legs spread, Seo-joon kept sucking on his lips.

“Nngh… Lieutenant, mmph…”

Seo-joon slowly moved his hips, grinding his lower body against Yeon-woo’s erect cock.

“Lie… mmph… ngh, con… uh, con…”

Even with his lips swallowed up, Yeon-woo seemed desperate to say something, murmuring moans into Seo-joon’s mouth while reaching hurriedly toward the side of the bed.

Seo-joon finally pulled back and, seeing the hand stretched toward the console, spoke.

“We’re not using a condom, so just pass me the lube next to it.”

“L-Lube?”

Yeon-woo turned his head toward the console. His hand fumbled around uncertainly, only for another hand to slip in and grab two packets of single-use lube in one swift motion. Seo-joon had picked them up earlier when they first entered the room—keeping them beside the bed had been a good call.

“Take it off for me, Yeon-woo.”

Seo-joon dropped the lube onto the sheets and leaned back down, pressing their bodies together. With trembling hands, Yeon-woo pulled Seo-joon’s gown down past his shoulders.

“Haa… Lieutenant…”

Yeon-woo’s hand brushed along Seo-joon’s exposed shoulder, gliding over his chest and down toward his waist. He hadn’t even done anything yet, but the rounded head of Seo-joon’s fully erect cock was already tapping lightly against Yeon-woo’s solar plexus.

Allowing himself to be touched as much as Yeon-woo wanted, Seo-joon cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips, then moved down to his chin and neck. Neck, shoulder, chest… Faint scars, now barely visible, rose in subtle ridges beneath the thin skin of his lips.

They were remnants of the injuries Yeon-woo had sustained while guiding.

“Nngh…”

Seo-joon traced each scar with his mouth, as if engraving them into his lips, slowly moving lower. His lips lingered long on Yeon-woo’s chest—savoring the firm, petite nipples that were shaped so perfectly for sucking and the solid chest muscles beneath them.

As his tongue traced between the sharply defined abs, following the contours of that sculpted flesh, and his lips caressed every inch, a pained moan slipped from Yeon-woo’s mouth.

“Hngh…”

“Haa…”

Seo-joon exhaled a heated breath against Yeon-woo’s warmly flushed skin, slowly stroking his chest. The twitching of the muscles beneath—contracting and relaxing—could be felt clearly through his palm.

A damp, warm weight tapped against the underside of his chin. The glans, leaking clear fluid through the small slit of the urethra, looked like it would spill peach nectar if pressed just right.

Without hesitation, Seo-joon parted his lips and sweetly sucked up the nectar gathered in the dip.

“Hngh, ah… Lieutenant, d-don’t…”

Yeon-woo’s hand, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, first grabbed at Seo-joon’s shoulder, then suddenly clutched the bedsheet in desperation. Seo-joon’s mouth was already filled with the cock he hadn’t even taken halfway in. Ah… aaah… Desperate moans spilled from above his head.

Seo-joon took Yeon-woo’s hand from the sheet and placed it on his own head, then pushed the tip of the glans deeper into his fully opened throat.

“Ah—ahh, ngh…! Lieutenant…!”

Yeon-woo, panicking, grabbed a fistful of Seo-joon’s hair and jerked his body back as if in shock. Seo-joon hadn’t managed to hold him in time, and from his parted lips, thick, cloudy fluid dripped down.

Even now, cum was still spurting out between Yeon-woo’s large fingers as he clutched the tip of his cock tightly.

“Haa… haa…”

Yeon-woo stared at Seo-joon’s lips in stunned silence. Seo-joon, without a trace of surprise, licked the semen off his lips and swallowed it, then pressed a soothing kiss to the back of Yeon-woo’s hand, still wrapped around his own cock.

“You came faster than I expected.”

He felt a little deflated that Yeon-woo had come before he even had the chance to properly suck him off—but still, the goal had been accomplished.

“Hngh… Don’t… don’t do things like this…”

“It’s okay, Yeon-woo. Next time…”

Seo-joon trailed off mid-sentence as he took Yeon-woo’s hand—still sticky with cum—and guided it between his own legs.

There would be no next time.

For the limited time he was allowed to have Cha Yeon-woo, he would greedily drink him in, and swallow every drop of his desire without restraint.

Seo-joon traced the tightly sealed crease between Yeon-woo’s fingers, then bit down hard as he pushed through that barrier. Yeon-woo instinctively sat up and wrapped one arm around Seo-joon’s waist.

“Ah… Lieutenant…”

Seo-joon let out a silent moan through gritted teeth. It was just one finger, but the foreign sensation was intense. The cum-slicked finger carefully brushed against his inner walls.

“Guide fluid… you know what kind of effects it has, right, Yeon-woo?”

You studied hard. Seo-joon whispered softly, kissing him, then guided Yeon-woo’s palm to rub against his perineum.

“Why waste a condom?”

Smooch, smooch. Every time his lips brushed against Yeon-woo’s flushed eyes, Yeon-woo let out a shaky moan.

“Try pushing in a little more. Do you think you’ll actually be able to fit your cock in like this? Honestly, shoving a fist in would probably be easier than your cock.”

“Hngh, it… feels like it’s going to tear…”

“A Guide shouldn’t be worrying about that.”

Yeon-woo’s long finger slowly moved in and out. Ah… aaah. He touched Seo-joon’s insides like he himself was the one being violated, completely at a loss for what to do.

“I think… I’m touching your organs right now, Lieutenant…”

Then he said the most adorably absurd thing.

“Is it really okay to just poke around like this? It’s so hot… and soft…”

Seo-joon, who had been gently rocking his hips to match the movement of Yeon-woo’s finger, let out a faint laugh. Wondering if Yeon-woo might be panicking, he glanced down—and was relieved to see Yeon-woo’s cock still standing firm, not having come again yet.

“Ah… ahh… Lieutenant…”

Seo-joon pressed his body close, grinding down against Yeon-woo’s cock. Yeon-woo let out a trembling moan and buried his face in Seo-joon’s shoulder. With his middle finger already inside, Seo-joon now took in his index finger as well, slowly growing used to the intrusion.

“It’s… it’s too soft. I don’t think it’ll work, Lieutenant. I don’t think I can get it in…”

“It’ll get softer once I swallow your cock.”

Seo-joon cupped both of Yeon-woo’s cheeks and kissed him with a loud smooch before bringing his lips close to his ear, whispering low and slow.

“Don’t spill a single drop on the sheets. Come inside me. I want every corner of my guts soaked in your cum.”