DP Side Story Episode 14

Deep Pivot Side Story, Episode 14

As expected, the teasing remarks began again, and Yeon-woo furrowed his brows. Seo-joon kissed the corner of his now-flushed eyes, then slowly began to stroke him below once more.

Schlick, schlick—with each movement, slick pre-cum trickled down between his fingers. Face burning red, Yeon-woo stammered out a firm reply.

“I… I still feel safer when we use it.”

Relenting at his lover’s insistence, Seo-joon sat up and reached for the welcome kit tossed on the bed. He swiftly untied the ribbon and shook out the fabric pouch. Toiletries and small keepsakes tumbled out onto the sheets.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a packet of single-use lube and popped it into Yeon-woo’s mouth.

“There. Happy now?”

At the same time he asked the question, Seo-joon pulled down both Yeon-woo’s pants and underwear in one swift motion, tossing them aside at his ankles. As Yeon-woo, still holding the lube in his mouth, tried to protest in muffled words, Seo-joon gently stroked his cheek in reassurance—then picked up the ribbon that had tied the welcome kit.

Yeon-woo’s eyes trembled as he watched the long satin ribbon slip between Seo-joon’s fingers like a snake. The blue fabric wrapped twice around Seo-joon’s hardened cock, which stood firm between his legs.

“Lieutenant, what are you—?”

As Yeon-woo hurriedly spit out the packet and tried to speak, Seo-joon silenced him with a kiss and spoke sweetly.

“Just wait a second. I’m making that ring you love so much, remember?”

The ribbon tied neatly into a bow, snug right above the base of Yeon-woo’s penis—exactly at the point where the bumper usually sat. Twitch, twitch. As if echoing Yeon-woo’s stunned gaze, the bound cock gave a few eager bobs, making its feelings perfectly clear.

“Looks like even your dick likes it. Cute, right? You love pretty things, Yeon-woo.”

“……”

For some reason, despite all the kissing and teasing, Yeon-woo had stubbornly kept his lips shut. But now, he finally exhaled a hot, shaky breath.

“Lieutenant… you really are a weird person.”

Seo-joon, already expecting those familiar words, echoed them at the same time with a laugh and pressed their lips together. That means you love me, right? he whispered sweetly in a low, affectionate voice.

Yeon-woo, now quietly parting his lips, accepted the kiss as it deepened between them. …Yes. It means I love you. A confession no one else could hear, sealed in secret against the inside of Seo-joon’s mouth.

Haa… A soft sigh escaped Yeon-woo’s lips as the lingering kiss finally broke. His large hand slid over Seo-joon’s backside, palm sinking into the soft flesh that yielded under his thick fingers. Fingers slick with lube began to move gently in and out of Seo-joon’s entrance.

“Lieutenant, is… is this okay…? I think the ribbon’s tied a bit too tight…”

Yeon-woo occasionally winced, his brows creasing. Seo-joon, gently tugging and sucking on his soft earlobe without hurting him, adjusted his angle with a slow roll of his hips. Slick gel pooled between delicate folds, and the thick head of his cock began to push in.

“Nngh…”

Seo-joon clenched his jaw and pressed in with his hips. It hurt. He had unknowingly grown used to Yeon-woo’s usual care—how he’d take his time and apply plenty of lube. Now, without it, the sudden pressure was sharp.

“Lieutenant… please… slow—nnh… slow down… it’s going to tear… don’t…”

Yeon-woo’s face twisted in pain, as if something inside him was truly tearing.

“We need to loosen it more.”

“Use your dick to do it, Yeon-woo.”

“Ah… ah…”

“This kind of reminds me of… our first time. Doesn’t it?”

Seo-joon held his breath now and then, trying to endure the pain. It felt like something was burning deep inside him. The sensation was searing—like a hot rod pressing against delicate tissue—painful, yet oddly satisfying in its intensity.

“Ah… hngh… Lieutenant… ngh…”

Struggling to relax the muscles that had instinctively tightened from the pain, Seo-joon forced himself to take in the thick length bit by bit. When he finally managed to swallow the broadest part—the heavy head—Yeon-woo let out a sharp breath, the sound trembling like a swallowed sob.

For Yeon-woo, who had grown used to the slick, fluid motion of being thoroughly coated in gel, the current sensation was almost too much to bear. The tight pressure had him looking like he was about to lose his mind.

“It’s… too tight, Lieutenant—ah, hngh, wait, ugh, don’t move—”

“Too tight?”

Seo-joon lowered his lips gently and asked with tender care. His lips brushed against Yeon-woo’s damp lashes, where tears had begun to gather. Speaking even more softly, he whispered as if to kiss the wetness away.

“Then make it easier, Yeon-woo… just get it wet yourself.”

“Hnngh…”

With a quiet sigh, Seo-joon took a moment to fully feel the weight and stretch filling him below. There was a faint sting—like something might’ve torn slightly—but he didn’t really mind. He knew from experience that by the time he woke up tomorrow, it would be fine.

He moved his hips slowly, carving a path through the tight resistance. And as he did, Yeon-woo’s reactions beneath him began to build in intensity—clearly not something he could ignore. Was it really that good? For someone used to gentler intimacy, this sharper edge of sensation was probably hitting differently.

When Seo-joon finally took in everything—all the way to where the ribbon had been tied—Yeon-woo began to squirm, tugging at the hands still pinned above his head.

“Ah… ah, Lieutenant, it’s too—”

“What is it, Yeon-woo? Feels too good?”

Seo-joon asked softly, locking eyes with him. Yeon-woo’s long lashes fluttered beneath his drooping eyelids, and his gaze, unfocused and hazy, was drenched in pleasure.

“Yes… yes… ah, it feels good…”

Seo-joon leaned in close, lips nearly brushing the shell of Yeon-woo’s flushed ear, whispering as he moved his hips.

“You’re beautiful, Yeon-woo. The most beautiful in the world. Right? You were born to be loved… Otherwise, how could your ears be this pretty, your nose this pretty, your eyes…”

With each gentle kiss—ear, nose, eyes—as if stamping a seal of affirmation, soft moans escaped from Yeon-woo’s lips. Seo-joon kissed the furrow forming between his brows and watched his reactions closely.

His breathing, soft and shaky, started breaking apart in uneven bursts, until something seemed… off. Just as Seo-joon noticed, Yeon-woo suddenly gripped his hand tightly, his expression twisting in desperation.

“L-Lieutenant, I can’t—w-wait, please, take it out, please, I—it’s too—”

“You’re gonna cum, Yeon-woo.”

Funny… this really feels like I’m taking your first time. The thought crossed Seo-joon’s mind idly as he eased off Yeon-woo a little, then took him in again.

“Ah—ah, it hurts—it’s too tight—ha, ngh, I’m not exaggerating—it really hurts…”

He remembered hearing something similar the first time they used the bumper, too. As he gently sucked on Yeon-woo’s trembling lips, the distressed sounds softened little by little. Seo-joon carefully relaxed his lower body and moved his hips ever so slightly. The cock, snugly fitted inside, slipped out by just a fraction—then pressed back in again.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Mm… the ribbon… ngh… it’s really uncomfortable… ah, ah…”

As tearful as his lover might be, Seo-joon wasn’t someone who couldn’t tell the difference between crying from pleasure and crying from pain. In the end, he lifted his hips and slowly pulled out, letting the fully sheathed cock slip free.

There was an odd, tight sound as it slid out from the taut pressure of Seo-joon’s walls. When Seo-joon glanced down, he noticed how flushed and swollen he looked—more than usual. Yeon-woo let out a strained moan through clenched teeth.

Seo-joon clicked his tongue and murmured with a faint hint of laughter in his voice:

“No wonder it was uncomfortable.”

He’d thought the ribbon was tied just right, but apparently, Yeon-woo hadn’t been fully hard when he’d done it. Realizing the tightness had increased, Seo-joon opened another packet of disposable lube and applied it over the area. Thankfully, it hadn’t been dangerously tight—just enough to cause discomfort.

Yeon-woo’s lips were being thoroughly sucked as he whispered.

“Are you very uncomfortable?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Should I ease it for you?”

Yeon-woo kept nodding, his face looking like he might burst into tears at any moment. As Seo-joon evenly spread gel over his thick penis and began to swallow it again from the tip, he pressed a kiss to Yeon-woo’s increasingly contorted eyes.

“You know it feels even better when you hold it in and then come, right?”

“…What?”

Yeon-woo weakly twisted the wrist caught in his grip.

“U-Until when do I have to en–mmph…”

Seo-joon calmly lowered his hips, pressing a kiss just beneath Yeon-woo’s reddened eyes. His slick, slippery penis once again disappeared between Seo-joon’s cheeks.

“Ugh… ah, ah.”

Thanks to the added gel, the entry was smoother than before. A damp ribbon remained the only thing holding its presence between those mounds. Seo-joon whispered softly,

“Baby.”

Yeon-woo’s blue eyes trembled faintly.

“Hnngh, ah… no, I can’t hold it…”

“Baby.”

“Ugh… L-Lieutenant, no, I can’t take it…”

At the sudden title, Yeon-woo bit his lower lip softly and let out a moan, his face on the verge of breaking. The repeated address was both an affectionate way of calling him—and a clear demand for something else.

Sniffling, Yeon-woo furrowed his brows and looked at Seo-joon. Watching his every expression closely, Seo-joon suddenly said,

“Trembling puppy.”

That’s exactly what you look like right now, Yeon-woo. At his words, Yeon-woo flared up.

“Don’t call me that…”

“But you won’t say what I want to hear either, Yeon-woo.”