Divorce Contract Special Side Story 2(NSFW)

Special Side Story 02(NSFW)

He wrapped Go Igyeol up in the blanket and pulled him into his arms, releasing his pheromones. Stroking that limp, powerless body with aching tenderness, he pressed a kiss to the damp sheen of cold sweat on Igyeol’s forehead.

“…You’re sweating.”

“So you are.”

Seo Dohyeon murmured as he rubbed his lips over the droplets gathered along the border of forehead and baby hairs. The warm scent rising from Igyeol’s fevered skin stoked his desire far too intensely. But Igyeol had been bedridden for days, barely able to move from his fluctuating condition—he couldn’t possibly pounce on him right now.

“Were you busy today?”

Even while his mind was shamelessly retracing every inch of Igyeol’s skin with his tongue, his outward expression remained composed and earnest as he recounted his day. He added an apology—since Igyeol’s voice hadn’t sounded that bad when they talked over the phone, he had no idea he’d been this unwell.

Listening to the explanation and that faintly guilty tone, Igyeol laughed. He wasn’t sick, seriously—why did Seo Dohyeon keep assuming he was? He’d only run a mild fever. And after soaking in Seo Dohyeon’s pheromones like a long, luxurious bath, his body now felt light, his mind startlingly clear. The moment that comfortable warmth settled in, the gloomy mood that had hung over him all day, just like the dreary weather outside, finally lifted.

“I’m really not sick. I’m fine. I just… I think I wanted to see you.”

Whenever Igyeol expressed his feelings with that rare, unfiltered honesty, Seo Dohyeon felt like he finally understood what happiness truly meant. Every day, every moment, he wondered if this wasn’t too much happiness for one person.

“You’re killing me.”

“……”

“Don’t tempt me. Even if you say you didn’t mean to, I’m already about to lose it.”

“…I want you to lose it.”

Igyeol rested his forehead against Seo Dohyeon’s neck and whispered. Each time his warm breath spread across skin, a shiver burst up Dohyeon’s spine. With a low groan, unable to hold back any longer, he kissed him. Their mouths burned as he slipped inside Igyeol’s lips, forcing himself not to get too excited, reminding himself not to overwhelm him.

His body had been feverish earlier, so every place Dohyeon touched with his tongue felt hot. The moment he pulled off Igyeol’s pajama top, goosebumps raced across that soft skin.

“Haa….”

His lips landed one after another from the slender throat down to the shoulders. Nipping lightly at the supple skin, licking, tasting—Dohyeon unconsciously sucked a little harder before pulling away. A round mark bloomed on the pale flesh. Ever since Seo Ihyeon’s observational skills had sharpened, Dohyeon had been careful not to leave marks anywhere on Igyeol’s body. But today, he slipped.

He pressed his forehead against Igyeol’s nape, steadying his rough breathing. This wasn’t even the first time they’d slept together recently, and yet he was wildly overstimulated. Maybe it was because it had been a while since Igyeol had taken the initiative. As he resumed moving, he stroked the waistline that had grown slender from a few days of poor appetite. Igyeol quivered.

“Hhngh….”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t. It just… tickles.”

He licked down from the prominent collarbone, moving lower and lower. When he took the already-hard nipple into his mouth, Igyeol’s back arched sharply. He couldn’t push him away, nor could he pull him close; instead, he gripped Dohyeon’s shoulders helplessly.

“Haa—ah…!”

When Dohyeon bared his teeth and bit down on the firm nub, a broken moan escaped. He flicked the tip with his tongue, sharp and precise, then sucked with enough force that Igyeol’s chest seemed to lift toward his mouth, begging for more.

Lips still latched, he slid a hand downward. Stroking along the parted thighs, his fingers dipped inward, and Igyeol reflexively snapped his legs shut.

Wet, obscene sounds—squelch, slurp, chup—filled the room. Each time, Igyeol writhed, rubbing the back of his head against the white sheets. His nipples were soaked in spit, the surrounding skin flushed a deep red. When Dohyeon kissed around them again, noisily, Igyeol let go of his shoulders and covered his own face with one hand.

“Should I stop?”

“…It’s not that. It’s just—embarrassing.”

The same trembling answer he’d been giving for years now—and Dohyeon still found it unbearably endearing. Smiling faintly, he rubbed Igyeol’s plump perineum. Releasing the tormented nipple, he moved lower, lower. Igyeol whimpered, fully aware of what was coming next.

“Uugh….”

He wanted to say stop—but the words wouldn’t come. He knew all too well how one wrong phrase could make Dohyeon freeze up entirely. Dohyeon’s lips pressed to the slight dip around the belly button, his tongue slipping inside before trailing downward.

“Haa… ah….”

Even after years, Seo Dohyeon still treated the clearly visible surgery scar with reverent devotion. He kissed around it for a long time, like he was touching something sacred. With his pheromones fully unleashed now, he continued downward, past the smooth pubic bone, taking into his mouth the rigid, leaking length below.

Lifting both thighs with his hands, he exposed the sex completely. Ignoring the breathless “you don’t have to” and “don’t,” he focused solely on pleasuring him. He felt every tremor that rippled through Igyeol’s body. Each time arousal surged, precum pooled and spilled over, and Dohyeon swallowed it before spearheading his tongue into the slit. But he had no intention of making him climax with oral alone.

He sucked down the shaft, then shifted to the testicles, rolling them gently in his mouth before giving a soft bite. Igyeol jerked upward. Saliva dripped messily down, trailing toward the reddening perineum.

Following the path of that wet trail, Dohyeon dragged his tongue slowly downward. When he pushed the thighs up a little farther, Igyeol’s lower back curved beautifully, his entire body curling in on itself. Holding that supple form, he moved toward the entrance already beginning to weep sweet slickness.

He started with tender licks, but quickly grew hungry, devouring him with greedy strokes. The messy noises of suction filled the room like someone feasting. Igyeol’s sobs intensified. His round little toes spread out, curled, spread again. His fingers, which had been clawing at the sheets, eventually pushed weakly at Dohyeon’s head.

“S-stop—ahh, stop….”

Seeing the mixture of saliva and arousal smeared around Dohyeon’s mouth, Igyeol’s eyes widened. Tears clung thick around his reddened lashes as he begged him to stop. Dohyeon reluctantly moved away, pressing kisses around the rim and the soft mounds of his rear before slipping one finger, then another, then a third into the twitching entrance.

“Hh… unn….”

He worked the drenched opening with relentless patience. Even once three fingers could move in and out easily, he didn’t climb up. He ignored every pleading “please, please,” waiting until the tension inside fully melted before finally straightening his back and settling between the spread legs.

Igyeol, limp and breathless from exhaustion, cast a resentful glance at him—one that quickly blurred. Riding the edge of climax only to be denied again and again had left him oversensitive. He’d never held back an orgasm before, so he didn’t know if this feeling was the same—but being touched without release felt like he was about to explode yet couldn’t. It was maddening—like Dohyeon was deliberately avoiding every pleasurable spot inside him.

“Why.”

“…Hurry.”

Dohyeon, slipping on a condom with practiced ease, laughed under his breath when he saw Igyeol’s impatience. He rarely ever begged, but tonight he was unusually desperate. Usually, Igyeol was the one teasing him, and Dohyeon the one suffering—but when else would he get to see this sight? He teased him a little longer.

When he made Igyeol spread his legs himself, Igyeol bit his lip but obediently held his ankles. With Dohyeon’s help, his cheeks grew even redder. The sight was so lovely that Dohyeon stared for a long moment, unable to move.

He pressed his tip to the twitching entrance and slowly pushed. The loosened folds stretched open, trembling, as the thick head sank in.

Igyeol exhaled deeply, relaxing his lower abdomen. The first moment of penetration was always difficult. He instinctively held his breath, so he consciously forced himself to let it out. The entrance, wet and slick, stretched with a sting—but pleasure swelled beneath it. He felt his inner walls clench around Dohyeon’s length, spasming as it pressed deeper and deeper.

“Haa… ah—hurts.”

The familiar moan slipped from his lips. Dohyeon brushed a feather-light kiss over his dry mouth.

“It’s all the way in.”

“Just—faster….”

Maybe it was because the insertion was too slow. The deeper Dohyeon went, the stranger the sensation grew—the lower part of his belly tingled as though something were tickling him from inside. His toes curled tight; chills rippled from head to toe. It felt like that moment right before a roller coaster plunges—the thrill that tingles through every nerve.

“I—I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt.”