Divorce Contract C153(NSFW)

Chapter 153(NSFW)

 

His eyes went wide, brimming with worry. Seo Dohyeon, taking in Go Igyeol’s expression, drew one knee up. Though embarrassed under Seo Dohyeon’s unwavering gaze, Go Igyeol held eye contact, then murmured like a sigh,

“I want to… kiss you, Seo Dohyeon-ssi.”

Before the words had fully settled, Seo Dohyeon’s lips claimed his. Their lips pressed together, soft flesh swelling from repeated bites as a tongue pushed in. The muscle slipped through the parted seam, filling his small mouth. It was long and relentless—pent-up desire finally unleashed. His tongue swept every corner, leaving nowhere untouched.

“Hnn…”

Kissing Seo Dohyeon always made him crave more than this. Go Igyeol clenched the man’s shirt, then carefully looped his arms around Seo Dohyeon’s neck. The slight pull brought Seo Dohyeon closer, who cupped the back of Igyeol’s head and lowered him onto the bed. Lips fell and lifted from cheek, jaw, quivering eyelid—wet and unhesitating. Could he push a little further? Go Igyeol’s eyes, tinged pink with both worry and heat, searched his face. The flushed, breathless expression was decadent, provoking impulses he struggled to restrain.

“Go Igyeol-ssi.”

“…Just a little more… and if it doesn’t work… then we stop.”

With a heated breath, Seo Dohyeon leaned in again.

“If it hurts, push me away. Don’t hold it in.”

Go Igyeol opened his mouth to respond—only for a tongue to invade, slick and slow as it licked through the warm, yielding space. Rather than letting pheromones spill out, Seo Dohyeon kept them locked down with meticulous control—he needed to sense immediately if Igyeol felt fear. The tongue pressed against soft membranes, then withdrew to trace the line of his mouth.

“Haah…”

He wanted more, but Seo Dohyeon teased him, licking only the surface like taunting provocation. Igyeol shot him a resentful look. Light, fluttery kisses touched his lips—peck, peck—before teeth grazed his jaw and lips trailed upward, leaving a faint mark on the curve of his ear. A warm tongue slid behind it, down the tender skin.

“Ah…!”

Soft and damp, the tongue painted strokes down his pale neck. Seo Dohyeon bit gently, sucking without pain until faint red marks bloomed. When teeth sank deeper, sweetness filled his mouth, and Igyeol clutched the sheets before reaching up to grip Seo Dohyeon’s shirt again. One button came undone, then another, as trembling fingers worked.

Seo Dohyeon stopped sucking his neck and hurriedly shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then, lifting Igyeol’s sweatshirt hem, he paused and looked at him. His palm moved to Igyeol’s cheek, then to the neck mottled with marks he’d left, feeling for tremors.

Even after confirming it was different than before, Seo Dohyeon still hesitated—so Igyeol removed the hand himself and pulled off his top, stripping even the white undershirt beneath. Seo Dohyeon exhaled shakily and rested his forehead on Igyeol’s shoulder. A sweet scent swirled off his body, dizzying. Even now he felt like he might lose his mind—breathing in a fragrance sweeter than flowers threatened to unhinge him entirely.

When Seo Dohyeon finally lifted his head, Igyeol lowered himself slowly onto the mattress. As his back touched the sheets, he reached up for Seo Dohyeon.

“A little… more.”

Granted permission, Seo Dohyeon immediately kissed him again. Lips trailed from neck to collarbone, then down his chest. They closed over a hardened nipple, sucking greedily with wet, slurping sounds—chuup, jjuup, chup. No milk spilled, yet Seo Dohyeon bit, sucked, as though he could draw something out. Igyeol writhed helplessly as sharp pleasure spread like a trembling spark through his body. Each time teeth grazed the swollen peak, light burst behind his eyes.

“Ah…! Hnnh, ah…”

When Seo Dohyeon finally lifted his mouth, Igyeol glanced down. One nipple, swollen from relentless attention, stood puffy and raised. Seo Dohyeon flicked it with a mischievous tongue—each touch tearing a breathy moan from him. Igyeol reached out, grabbing Seo Dohyeon’s shoulder, and the man dove back in, lips enveloping the flushed mound as if devouring it.

“Ah! Hah, ah…!”

Wet sounds echoed—slurp, suck, chuup. His nipple throbbed sharply, tingling and stinging in a way that made his skin crawl with helpless pleasure. The overstimulation sent shivers racing through him; if this continued, he felt he would really… spill something.

“Hnnh, nn… ah…!”

His underwear was a mess. Slick warmth coated him front and back, damp enough to feel unmistakably. Beneath his lower belly, something hard pressed and rubbed, heightening the heat. Seo Dohyeon’s hand slid below his navel. As fingers tugged his waistband, Igyeol flinched, thighs trembling, and Seo Dohyeon finally lifted his mouth from his chest.

“…Haah, hn…”

Seo Dohyeon sat up and studied him. Light fell into his brown eyes, dark with arousal. His once-fair face flushed scarlet, neck marked with countless love bites, chest reddened and swollen from merciless teasing. His gaze swept him for any emotion other than desire—fear, hesitation—careful, thorough.

“Igyeol-ah.”

“…I-I just got startled. I think I… can still go a little longer.”

At his reassurance, Seo Dohyeon moved again. He tugged down Igyeol’s pants and reached for his underwear—but Igyeol squeezed his thighs together, biting his lip with discomfort.

“The lights…”

“I’ll turn them off.”

“…Okay.”

Seo Dohyeon let go of the waistband and abruptly stood. He switched off every light except the small mood lamp beside the bed, casting a soft glow as he looked toward Igyeol.

“Should I turn this one off too?”

“…No. If you turn that off too… it’ll be too dark. I want to see your face.”

Seo Dohyeon reached again, slowly lowering Igyeol’s underwear. His erection sprang free, sticky arousal clinging to the fabric. The sight made Seo Dohyeon’s vision burn bright and hot. A sweet, humid scent stirred, tempting him to bury his face between his legs and drink him in greedily. He barely held himself back, sliding the garment off his calves and exposing Igyeol completely.

Igyeol swallowed and averted his gaze, wishing now he’d allowed total darkness. Seo Dohyeon, however, was entirely preoccupied with examining him. He looked thinner than before—already slender limbs and a delicate waist now paper-thin.

Below his navel, a faint red scar caught the eye. Seo Dohyeon followed it with his fingers.

“Seo Dohyeon-ssi.”

“……”

At the soft call, his hand stilled. Seo Dohyeon lowered his head, pressing his lips to the surgical scar. He kissed it over and over, almost solemnly. His tongue traced the line, drawing a faint shiver from Igyeol.

“…It tickles.”

He could feel Seo Dohyeon’s guilt. Igyeol reached up to gently stroke his chin, unsure what to say—he wasn’t okay yet, not fully, so reassurance felt premature.

“I still want to keep going. Do you… not want to?”

Worried he’d lost interest, Igyeol glanced down. The outline beneath Seo Dohyeon’s pants strained, hard enough to pierce through.

“It’s not that. I feel ashamed because I do want to. I want to have sex with you so badly it disgusts me.”

“……”

Seo Dohyeon gave a small, rueful smile, then leaned down to kiss the flat stomach. His mouth moved languidly along his skin. Holding Igyeol’s calves, he eased his thighs apart; Igyeol covered his face with his hands in embarrassment.

A trail of slick arousal had seeped down to his tailbone. Seo Dohyeon swallowed, then kissed slowly up the inner thighs, tongue gliding toward the sensitive space between.

“W-wait—hn, wait, please—ah…!”

Hearing his trembling voice, Seo Dohyeon looked up. Igyeol watched with wet eyes, cheeks burning, clutching Seo Dohyeon’s arm in mortified panic.

“Should I stop?”

“…I don’t want you to stop.”

“Then how about here?”

He ran his fingers over the rigid erection dripping with viscous desire. Igyeol squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, whispering, “There… too,” voice tiny and earnest. Seo Dohyeon exhaled in resignation and moved upward instead, climbing over him.