Divorce Contract Extra 16(NSFW)

Extra 16(NSFW)

 

The sharp bridge of his nose ground against the perineum.  

White-hot sparks burst across his vision.  

 

Ah, ah—Go Igyeol clawed the sheets until his knuckles blanched, slapped a trembling hand over his mouth as his hips convulsed and a shattered sob tore free.  

 

Creak, slurp, creak, schlick, smooch.  

Every plunge into his depths drew thick, syrupy sounds that braided with the wet suction of lips, ringing through the room like a depraved duet.  

 

Cheeks scorched crimson, Go Igyeol bit down on his lip at the sight of his own cock standing rigid against his lower belly.  

A glossy bead of pre-come trembled at the slit, then fell—plip, plop—onto Seo Dohyeon’s cheekbone.

 

“Stop—hhk, please stop…”

 

Those aristocratic fingers ravaged him with exquisite brutality, pistoning in and out at a merciless tempo.  

The oversensitized walls, scraped raw, quivered and clung each time the digits withdrew.  

As more joined the assault and the rhythm turned frenzied, his lush, rounded buttocks shuddered uncontrollably.  

 

Rivers of slick coursed down Seo Dohyeon’s forearm to the elbow; with every retreat, silver filaments stretched, quivered, snapped with a soft tok.

 

“Ah, hhk—ah…! No—!”

 

A thick rivulet spilled from the tip.  

When the pad of a thumb deliberately grazed the swollen prostate, Go Igyeol’s spine bowed in a perfect, trembling arc.  

Electric pleasure crackled through every nerve; he held his breath, and the pleated ring spasmed, clamping down like heated silk.

 

“Please—just put it in. I’m begging you… hngh!”

 

He tried to jerk away, but iron hands pinned him fast.  

Seo Dohyeon pressed a theatrical kiss to the tender skin of his inner thigh before spearing those fingers deeper—plunge, plunge.  

 

Go Igyeol’s vision strobed black, crimson, blinding white.  

His toes curled until they ached.

 

“Hnnngh…”

 

Untouched, his cock jerked and painted his own flushed face in pearly ropes.  

Seo Dohyeon smiled lazily, withdrew the fingers still buried in that clutching heat, and smeared the spend across damp eyelids.

 

“Oh no—look at the mess.”

 

Flustered, Go Igyeol reached out, but his fingers only grazed air.  

Unfazed, Seo Dohyeon licked the seed from the corner of his mouth and shifted behind him.  

 

He snatched a condom from the nightstand, tore the foil with his teeth, and rolled the condom down his straining length in one practiced motion.

 

He nudged the blunt crown against the fluttering entrance and drove in to the root in a single, ruthless thrust.  

Go Igyeol’s eyes flew wide.  

Even slick and softened, the girth was overwhelming.  

 

Seo Dohyeon unleashed a tide of pheromones.  

He sealed a lingering kiss to the nape of that slender neck, seized the narrow waist, and began to move in earnest.

 

“Hoo.”

 

He was ferociously, gloriously aroused.  

Fingers bruising hips, he yanked Go Igyeol back onto every savage stroke—slam, slam—until the impacts rang like pistol shots.  

 

The sight of that dark, veined shaft splitting those pale peach halves was obscenely breathtaking.  

The delicate rim stretched scarlet and gleaming around him.

 

“Igyeol-ah.”

 

“Hn, hhk—ngh, ah…! It hurts…!”

 

Slap, schlick, slap, shluck.  

Gooseflesh rippled along his spine at the filthy chorus.  

Vision collapsed into darkness.  

 

The angle, the wet sounds—they dragged up memories carved in scar tissue.  

Pleasure curdled into terror; every muscle locked.

 

“No—hhk, I hate it, too deep—hhng, it hurts, it hurts…”

 

At the quiver in that broken voice, Seo Dohyeon slowed, then froze.  

He traced a soothing palm down the rigid spine; tension bled away, leaving Go Igyeol limp and trembling.

 

“Igyeol-ah.”

 

“Hic—don’t, I hate it. Hnng, no.”

 

The honeyed moans withered; tears soaked pallid cheeks.  

Curled fetal, he couldn’t meet those eyes.  

 

Seo Dohyeon felt punched in the sternum.  

This was the position Igyeol loathed above all—the one that let him batter the mouth of the womb until blood bloomed.  

How many times had he ignored the screams, clamped a hand over that mouth, and fucked him into the mattress from behind?

 

“Hurts… it hurts so much…”

 

Seeing the lashes drenched, the forehead slick with cold sweat, Seo Dohyeon gently rolled him over and gathered him close, flooding the air with calming pheromones.

 

“Go Igyeol-ssi.”

 

“…hh, hng…”

 

“I never meant to scare you.”

 

Clouded amber eyes slowly focused.  

Seo Dohyeon kissed the tear tracks again and again, rubbed their noses together, whispered his name until the shaking eased.

 

“Not like that. Never like that.”

 

“I know. Never again.”

 

“It hurts.”

 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

 

A shaky nod, cheeks still flushed, breath hitching.  

 

When Seo Dohyeon began to withdraw, certain it was kinder to stop, Go Igyeol looked up through wet lashes.

 

“Wait—just a moment. I’ll clean you up.”

 

“…Huh?”

 

His gaze dropped to the angry, throbbing length still sheathed in the condom.  

Fresh tears slipped free.  

Seo Dohyeon brushed them away and managed a tender smile.

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“But—”

 

“Don’t worry about me.”

 

A thumb stroked the sharp cheekbone, then tilted the chin.  

He tugged the quilt higher, tucking it around the shivering frame, and pressed a kiss to the tip of that reddened nose before swinging his legs off the bed.

 

“I’ll get water. Your lips are dry.”

 

Go Igyeol opened his mouth, closed it, then reached out with a steadier hand to catch the wrist.

 

“Still…”

 

He didn’t want to end here.  

Hesitating, he pushed the quilt aside and tugged.  

Seo Dohyeon yielded, leaning over him.

 

“I didn’t want to stop… not really.”

 

“…”

 

“It was just… that position. It terrified me.”

 

Seo Dohyeon nodded solemnly.  

He cupped the tear-stained face and kissed him with infinite care.  

 

Thighs parted willingly.  

The slick crown nudged the entrance and slid home—slow, deliberate, worshipful.

 

“Ah… hn…”

 

Kisses feathered along the hairline as he sank deeper, languid.  

Schlick—slurp—slap; the wet sounds wove through breathy sighs.  

 

Go Igyeol’s lashes fluttered; he bit his swollen lip.

 

“Does it hurt?”

 

“N-no… it doesn’t hurt. Just—hold me.”

 

He reached like a needy child.  

Seo Dohyeon folded over him, enveloping him completely.  

 

The slight frame melted against his chest.  

The new angle opened him wider; every gentle thrust seated him to the root.

 

“Hnn, ah…!”

 

The pace quickened—still tender, yet relentless.  

Go Igyeol clung to the broad back, nails scoring skin.  

 

Teeth grazed the throat, then sank into the sweet juncture of neck and shoulder, chewing softly as the rhythm surged.

 

“Nngh, ah—wait, hah…!”

 

Toes curled again.  

The thick intrusion sent lightning up his spine.  

 

Pleasure shocked through him like current; his neglected cock pulsed against Seo Dohyeon’s abdomen and painted them both in pearly streaks.  

 

Vision fractured—white, black, kaleidoscopic—then slowly cleared.  

Inner walls clamped in rhythmic spasms, milking him.  

 

Seo Dohyeon groaned low, withdrew to the tip, and slammed home once, twice—then stilled, flooding the condom in hot pulses felt through the thin barrier.

 

“Haa, haa… hn…”

 

Go Igyeol cupped his aching lower belly and blinked languidly.  

Drowsiness tugged at his limbs.  

 

Seo Dohyeon watched the tension melt away and lingered inside a moment longer, reluctant to leave that perfect heat.

 

“Shall we wash?”

 

“…A little longer… just like this.”

 

Moving felt impossible.  

He looped arms around the waist, pressed his cheek to the shoulder, and let his eyes drift shut, trusting everything would be handled—as always.

 

“How little is ‘a little’?”

 

“…Just a bit. Five… minutes?”

 

“Five?”

 

“…Ten.”

 

The sleepy mumble made Seo Dohyeon chuckle.  

He tightened the embrace, rolled them carefully so Igyeol lay atop his chest like Ihyeon, and stroked the sweat-damp hollow of the back.

 

Soft, even breaths filled the quiet.  

 

Seo Dohyeon abandoned all thought of leaving and closed his eyes as well, holding him close.  

 

These moments—reviewing the day with Go Igyeol cradled against his heart—were always bittersweet, laced with regret, and infinitely tender.

 

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