Divorce Contract C156(NSFW)

Chapter 156(NSFW)

 

“Should we go there?”

A long finger pointed toward a small café beside the walking path.

“Yes,” Go Igyeol answered, brightening, and walked ahead.

Afraid to lose that retreating hand, Seo Dohyeon quickened his pace. He was about to ask why he was rushing—there was nothing urgent—when he noticed Igyeol’s red ears and had to swallow a laugh. His chest tickled pleasantly.

Inside the café, they ordered two coffees and sat. Seo Dohyeon, watching the unusually lively face across from him, asked whether there was anywhere he wanted to go once the weather warmed.

“Mm… I want to go to the seaside. See the ocean, take a walk at night, look at the stars. With you, Seo Dohyeon-ssi.”

“More.”

“…I haven’t really thought about it, so I’m not sure. I don’t think there’s anywhere else I particularly want to go.”

“Then think about it slowly, and tell me when you do.”

Seo Dohyeon placed a hand on the table and looked at him expectantly. Igyeol, idly rubbing the rim of his mug, tilted his head—prompting Seo Dohyeon to sigh like a man making a request. His hand.

“I want to hold it. I should’ve sat next to you.”

“…Oh.”

Glancing around, Igyeol carefully withdrew the hand holding his cup and extended it. The moment their hands met, long fingers slid between his, gripping firmly—tight enough not to hurt, tight enough to reassure. Warmth spread through Seo Dohyeon’s palm, and the waves of unnameable anxiety ebbed.

“Why are you like this?”

“Sometimes it all feels dreamlike. Like everything I have right now might vanish the moment I wake up. So I touch you to confirm it’s real. That warmth in my hand… it tells me it isn’t a dream.”

The candor—delivered in his calm, straight-faced way—made Igyeol’s gaze waver.

“That’s why I want to be touching you somehow. In any way.”

“…Me too. I feel like I’m dreaming, so…”

“……”

“In any way, I like being connected to you.”

The period at the end of his sentence had barely fallen when Seo Dohyeon lifted both half-full coffee cups onto the tray.

“Let’s go home.”

Where anxiety had sat before, hot anticipation now burned.

Everywhere their bodies touched burned. Each point of contact reminded him that this was real—not fantasy—and that certainty flooded him with satisfaction. Seo Dohyeon devoured his lips and hurriedly stripped off his clothes, leaving him bare on the bed. Then he climbed between his legs, kissed him again, and tore off his own clothes as well. Clothing lay strewn from the doorway to the bed like shed husks.

“Haa… ngh…”

As his lips trailed down soft skin, fingers slid between his thighs to rub the slick opening hidden there. Wet sounds filled the room—schk, schk, flesh yielding beneath gentle fingertips. Unable to bear the shame, Igyeol clung to him, burying himself in the sensation.

Seo Dohyeon’s lips and tongue stamped marks over his small face—pressing, licking, savoring. He nibbled the soft curve of his ear, then slipped his tongue into that tight, trembling place. Igyeol’s shoulder jerked.

“Hhn…!”

A helpless sound escaped. Gripping the nape of his neck, Seo Dohyeon left small teeth marks on his ear and dragged his lips behind it, tongue gliding down the damp nape. He sucked tender skin until red marks bloomed, layer after layer.

When lips touched his chest, Igyeol lightly grabbed his shoulders. His nipples—already swollen for days, still sensitive, refusing to return to normal—ached even when brushed by clothing. When Seo Dohyeon’s mouth descended again, hesitation flickered across his expression—but before he could speak, hot lips closed over the puffy bud. Pain and pleasure stabbed through him, and he trembled.

“Ah… ahh…”

Lewd sucking noises—chuup, jjuuk, chp—echoed as Seo Dohyeon clung to him. Igyeol whimpered, whispering that it hurt. When the tongue scraped gently, a lifted moan broke free; when teeth bit, he choked on his breath. Letting the swollen bud go only to take the other, Seo Dohyeon sucked greedily, fingers moving below.

Feeling strength drain from his waist, he pushed his fingers deeper and twisted. Wet, hot walls clung to him stubbornly. Sliding in another finger, he pumped rhythmically. The obscene sounds of mouth and hand tangled together, and Igyeol shook his head, tears leaking down the corners of his eyes. Seo Dohyeon lifted his head, pressed a kiss to his lips, then licked the tears from his cheeks.

When Igyeol finally forced his eyes open, his lashes clumped with tears and saliva, his vision met Seo Dohyeon’s gentle gaze. Trembling, he reached up and tugged him down.

“Stop, stop… just…”

He meant enough—put it in now. His body accepted the fingers easily; he wanted more.

Seo Dohyeon rose, removed his fingers from the wet entrance—pop, slick—and the sound made Igyeol squeeze his eyes shut. Seo Dohyeon kissed his cheek, spread his thighs, and freed his hard length. His hands moved fast as he slid on a condom.

Those wet eyes shimmered. A blink made tears spill down his temples. Seo Dohyeon cupped his face and slowly pushed in. The tight resistance made Igyeol’s brow furrow; he paused to withdraw, but Igyeol wrapped both legs around his waist, pulling him back in. He knew too well what would come if he let him retreat now.

“It doesn’t hurt. I just… feel good. Really… good.”

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

“Haa… hold me. I want… I want to do it while holding you.”

The sight of those outstretched arms was so precious it made Seo Dohyeon’s heart sting. Muttering that he was going crazy, he slid his arms beneath Igyeol’s shoulders, held him tight, and kissed the line of his neck. Slowly, he moved—pushing all the way in, leaving only a breath of room, then drawing out, then thrusting fully again, carving a path before finally burying himself to the hilt.

A breath caught in Igyeol’s throat. Seo Dohyeon licked his parted lips, swallowing the sweet gasps that spilled out. Soft schk, skt, wet sounds accompanied every thrust as he spread those trembling lips and pushed his tongue inside. Their tongues tangled, teeth grazing, saliva dripping down Igyeol’s chin.

“H-hah… ngh! Ah, aah…!”

Slap, squelch, chup. Each deep thrust made their hips collide, filthy and wet. Fingernails dug into his shoulders, marking red crescents in his skin, and the sting only spurred him on.

When he finally released Igyeol’s tongue, he let thick saliva coat the inside of Igyeol’s mouth. Igyeol swallowed reflexively, moaning. Seo Dohyeon sat up, lifted Igyeol’s trembling body into a new position.

“D-deep, it’s so… deep.”

Placed on his thighs, Igyeol lifted his hips; when Seo eased him down again, he shook violently. Seo Dohyeon held him by the waist, letting him sink only to the depth where he shuddered most.

“Still too deep?”

“N-no… no.”

Sweaty fingers slipped on his shoulders. Seo Dohyeon lifted him again, then pulled him close to kiss him fiercely.

“Try moving a little faster.”

“Haa… mm… nn…”

Each drop of his hips landed with a sharp slap. Sweat and release smeared their skin. Sticky whiteness had already splattered across Igyeol’s lower belly, and slick fluid clung to both of them.

“A little faster.”

Guiding his waist, Seo Dohyeon helped him move quicker. Pleasure shot up Igyeol’s spine; he trembled like he might break. Schk, chk, skt, clap. His chin tipped back, throat exposed. Seo Dohyeon’s mouth fell to that slender neck.

“Ah—ahh!”

Pain and ecstasy burst together; pheromones flooded the air. Igyeol came again, trembling uncontrollably. Seo Dohyeon laid him down and continued moving slowly, deeply.