Divorce Contract Extra 2(NSFW)

Extra 2(NSFW)

 

Go Igyeol’s ears burned crimson as he reached out and pressed a trembling hand over Seo Dohyeon’s mouth. The way he shook his head, mouthing a resolute no, I won’t do it, was unbearably lovely. Seo Dohyeon dropped feather-light kisses on those pouting, beak-like lips, then let his palms glide over the body that had finally unclenched. He eased the thighs apart, trailed kisses along the column of the throat, and slipped stealthily inward. When he forced those tightly clenched legs wide and settled between them, Go Igyeol bit his lip—habit, reflex, surrender.

 

Seo Dohyeon drew the averted face back until their eyes locked. Trembling pupils met his, flushed cheeks glowing like brushed peaches. Go Igyeol gazed up in innocent confusion—why had he stopped?—and Seo Dohyeon smiled, lowering his face. Anticipating the kiss, the lashes fluttered shut, lips parted in invitation. Yet the moment lingered, suspended. When the expected warmth never came, those lids lifted again, slow and uncertain. Seo Dohyeon simply watched him, close enough that their breaths mingled. Only when slender fingers cupped his cheek did the long-awaited kiss finally bloom—gentle, almost reverent, tongues sliding together in a languid dance. Seo Dohyeon drew the sweetness in, savouring it like nectar.

 

“…mm…”

 

The tongue delved deeper, tracing the roof of the mouth as though determined to taste the very back of the throat. Breath caught; Go Igyeol’s grip on the shoulders quivered. Seo Dohyeon released the kiss and lapped at the slick chin, following the stray rivulets that escaped the corner of those swollen lips down the elegant line of the neck.

 

Not a single inch was neglected. Every tender fold of skin was gathered between teeth, marked with meticulous bites that bloomed like constellations. The sting lingered, a slow-burning ember fanning pleasure higher. That was why, even as the body jerked and shuddered, Go Igyeol never pushed him away.

 

Seo Dohyeon’s mouth travelled lower, tongue polishing the delicate hollows of the collarbone. Over the flat chest, he nuzzled the small, hardened peaks, breathing in the faint warmth as though searching for some hidden perfume. Shoulders curled inward at the obsessive sniffing; Go Igyeol whimpered, clutching the broader shoulders in protest. Only then did Seo Dohyeon open wide and take the nipple deep, sucking with fierce devotion.

 

He flattened his tongue, laving circles, then closed his lips and tugged with soft, wet sounds. The shameless worship sent shame and ecstasy crashing together; Go Igyeol moaned through clenched teeth yet cradled Seo Dohyeon’s head as though it were treasure. One side was tormented until it swelled, glossy with saliva; Seo Dohyeon released it with a pop, admired the flushed areola, then claimed it again.

 

“Ah—ngh!”

 

Already sensitised flesh was seized between teeth once more. Tomorrow, the brush of cloth would spark lightning. Go Igyeol knew ordinary days would be stolen by these memories, invaded by the ghost of this pleasure.

 

Wet, rhythmic sucks echoed. The pointed tip of a tongue flicked the captured bud; cheeks hollowed with ferocious pulls. Sparks exploded behind closed lids.

 

“Haa—stop… ah, ngh…!”

 

Trembling hands tried to push, but Seo Dohyeon only transferred his hunger to the untouched twin. A glance downward revealed devastation: both nipples stood obscenely engorged, surrounded by livid rings of teeth marks, glistening with spit. Cool air kissed the wet skin and drew a broken whimper.

 

The second peak suffered even more fiercely—rolled, nibbled, stretched until it throbbed crimson. Seo Dohyeon had always lingered over the chest, but lately his obsession bordered on worship.

 

“Ah—hurts…!”

 

Yet the pain in the chest translated into molten heat between the legs. The untouched cock wept thick, steady tears of precome. Go Igyeol feared he might spill untouched.

 

“Stop—please—!”

 

Hips jerked; a slick gush escaped the clenching entrance, sliding down the cleft. Seo Dohyeon answered by pinching the neglected nipple between fingers, rolling, scraping with a nail. Each tug made the hole flutter greedily.

 

When the tongue pressed hard against the bitten bud, every hair on Go Igyeol’s body stood on end. Toes curled, heels lifted, spine arched like a drawn bow. Another ruthless suck—and the world flashed white. The mouth gaped, then clamped shut; the body quaked in waves. The air filled with the heady dusk-sweet scent of night-blooming flowers. Seo Dohyeon’s lips curved in triumph. His hand slid lower, encountering the warm puddle spread across the belly.

 

Lewd, wet sounds filled the room as he finally released the chest. Go Igyeol’s breasts rose and fell frantically, both nipples framed by angry red blooms. The sight set Seo Dohyeon’s eyes ablaze.

 

Go Igyeol, stunned that he had come from breast play alone, dragged trembling hands to cover the evidence and glared through tears.

 

“You’re… too much…”

 

“I want them in my mouth even when you sleep.”

 

“…!”

 

“I want to suck them every second we’re together. They’re so beautiful.”

 

The raw hunger in that face was devastating. Go Igyeol turned away, cheeks scarlet, yet could not resist watching Seo Dohyeon unbuckle his belt. The simple motion felt forbidden, illicit.

 

“Keep watching.”

 

“…!”

 

“Please.”

 

The gentle command turned the gaze back. Seo Dohyeon eased trousers and underwear down in one slow reveal. The engorged cock sprang free—thick shaft laced with veins, head flushed and gleaming. Go Igyeol’s breath hitched.

 

Seo Dohyeon wrapped a lazy fist around himself, stroking with deliberate languor. He wanted to plunge into that tight, molten heat; he wanted to bury his face between pale thighs and drink from the source. But he needed permission.

 

“I want to taste your hole, Igyeol.”

 

A mortified whine. Small hands flew to hide the burning face; only crimson ears peeked through the fingers. Seo Dohyeon smiled, mad with the urge to devour every visible inch. He lifted a slender leg, pressed kisses to ankle and calf, then nipped the trembling muscle.

 

“Well?”

 

No answer—only tighter-shut eyes.

 

“Igyeol.”

 

A shaky exhale. Refusal was pointless; Seo Dohyeon always prepared him this way to spare him pain. Still, the shame never lessened.

 

“You can keep your eyes closed.”

 

“…!”

 

“It’ll hurt otherwise.”

 

“…I don’t think it will hurt tonight.”

 

The whisper barely escaped the cage of palms. Seo Dohyeon kissed the back of that shielding hand, then shouldered the leg higher then bent low.

 

He spread the thighs impossibly wide, locking them open, and stared at the glistening entrance. Go Igyeol turned his face away, heart hammering. How greedily would he be devoured this time? Shame warred with helpless anticipation.

 

“God, you smell incredible.”

 

A honeyed, intoxicating scent rose from the soaked cleft. The closer he drew, the more it flooded his senses—sweet, ripe, addictive. The delicate rim, once a shy pink bud, had deepened to flushed rose from nightly worship.

 

He lifted the hips higher and descended. Tongue slid over the plump perineum; thighs quivered violently. The slick that had drenched everything tasted like warm sin from the very first lick.