Divorce Contract Extra 14(NSFW)

Extra 14(NSFW)

 

He nodded, yet the newly awakened heat gnawed at him, pleasure pooling unbearably low. Go Igyeol twisted, hips rolling of their own accord, small whimpers escaping bitten lips.

 

“What do I do… it tickles so deep… what do I do…”

 

Seo Dohyeon drew the weeping omega into his lap. “Move slowly, love.”

 

Go Igyeol rose just an inch, then sank until the thick length speared him to the hilt. A perfect O formed on his lips; shoulders shook. Tears gathered at his chin, fell in silver drops. Seo Dohyeon guided the rhythm—lift, descend—until the motion grew bolder, hungrier.

 

Each downward slide dragged the swollen crown across his prostate; Go Igyeol sobbed, clutching the visible bulge beneath his navel. Another climax ripped through him, thinner now, almost translucent.

 

“Huu… Igyeol-ah.”

 

“Ah—ngh—!”

 

Seo Dohyeon sat up fully. Face to face, hips snapping, he asked, voice rough, “Good?”

 

Go Igyeol could only nod, drunk on scent and bliss. “So good… love it… please—”

 

Their mouths fused. Go Igyeol sucked greedily on the invading tongue, swallowing pheromones like wine. Seo Dohyeon steadied the frantic pace, careful not to let him impale too fiercely.

 

He eased them down again. Go Igyeol’s lashes lifted, revealing eyes glazed with tears and pleasure.

 

“Faster—please—”

 

Seo Dohyeon gripped the outstretched hand and thrust upward. The omega’s cries spilled free, thighs trembling, clear fluid streaming endlessly.

 

“Don’t—ngh—too much—!”

 

Seo Dohyeon paused, thumb circling the slick head. “Don’t like it?”

 

A shy shake of the head. Not dislike—shame. He feared the face he made when pleasure became too sharp.

 

“I don’t want you to see…”

 

Seo Dohyeon kissed the confession away, then drove in hard. The muffled scream vibrated against his tongue. He folded Go Igyeol nearly in half, knees to shoulders, and pounded deep enough to bruise the mouth of his womb.

 

Thwack—thwack—thwack. Pleasure eclipsed pain; sparks raced along his spine. Another rush of come flooded the condom, hot even through latex.

 

Go Igyeol panted, blinking up through wet lashes. Seo Dohyeon licked sweat from his throat, searching those eyes for hurt.

 

A trembling smile. “I’m okay… not in pain.”

 

The words broke something open. Seo Dohyeon’s voice cracked, raw and sudden.

 

“…I love you.”

 

“…”

 

“I love you.”

 

“Say it again.”

 

“I love you, Go Igyeol-ah.”

 

Tears spilled anew, but this time they tasted like joy. Go Igyeol reached up, arms around the man who had become his entire world, and laughed through the storm.

 

Side Story Ⅵ

 

Sleep had begun to claim him the way dusk claims the sky—slowly, then all at once. After dinner he would curl on the sofa and simply vanish into dreams. Mornings were worse; alarms became suggestions. Lectures were missed, notes abandoned.

 

Today he jolted awake, saw the hour, and lurched upright—only for the room to spin violently. Collapsing back with a groan, he muttered, “Why is morning so impossible…”

 

He managed to shower, letting scalding water chase the fog. No energy for the hair-dryer; damp strands clung to his neck as he drifted into the living room.

 

Kwon Seungkyu  was guiding Ihyeon’s wobbly steps.

 

“Daddy’s here, Ihyeon-ah.”

 

“Ppa! Bbaa!”

 

Tiny arms reached. Go Igyeol scooped the chubby miracle and peppered fat cheeks with kisses.

 

“Ate your porridge like a big boy?”

 

“He opened his mouth like a baby bird—adorable.”

 

“Thank goodness. He’s been fussy with the teething.”

 

Ihyeon squealed, delighted by praise. Go Igyeol’s heart ached with love.

 

“You’ve been sleeping so much lately,” Seung-kyu said gently. “Skipping meals, too.”

 

“Just tired… assignments, exams…”

 

“Take care of yourself.”

 

“I will. Off I go. Be good for Uncle, okay? See you tonight.”

 

He waved the little maple-leaf hand. Ihyeon waved back—“Bba!”—and blew a clumsy kiss toward the door.

 

The lecture hall blurred. Words slid past like rain on glass. When the room emptied, Go Igyeol remained, staring at nothing.

 

Why am I so exhausted?

 

He dialled without thinking. The call connected instantly.

 

—Class over?

 

“I was late today.”

 

—Good job making it at all. Coming home?

 

“Trying… but I’m so tired.”

 

—Wait at the café nearby. I’ll come get you. Order something warm.

 

The certainty in that voice made him smile, soft and helpless. Picking him up had become as natural as breathing.