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Chapter 157(NSFW)

 

During sex, Seo Dohyeon—who had been consciously trying not to release pheromones—could no longer hold back and let them spill. It had been so long since Go Igyeol had received that pheromone rush that his pupils unfocused. His gaze, slow and hazy with pleasure, drifted toward Seo Dohyeon.

“Haa, hngh, jus… just a little more.”

His pheromone-soaked body reacted with pure joy. Seo Dohyeon released another wave, pouring it over him as he thrust. Their bodies stayed pressed close as he rolled his hips, drawing out slowly only to drive in fast. He lifted Igyeol’s thighs, spreading him wide, and quickened his pace. His lips pressed against Igyeol’s trembling calves as he moved without pause; then, unable to endure the stimulation, Igyeol’s body shook and he came, trembling violently. Seo Dohyeon held his cock and stroked gently, helping him spill every drop.

“Hnng, mm, ah… no—hngh!”

That relentless touch didn’t leave him. Igyeol twisted, reaching out for his oversensitized length.

“Stop, hngh—ah… no more.”

“Okay. I won’t. I won’t.”

The moment Igyeol said no, Seo Dohyeon lifted his hand and bent down. Looking into those watery eyes, he lightly bit and released his upper lip, then took the trembling hand clutching the sheets. Pressing a kiss to the sweat-damp palm, he rolled his hips shallowly. Tingling pleasure rippled through every nerve.

Seo Dohyeon licked the faint scars on that palm and slowly pushed deeper. A dull ache gathered beneath his navel; his tip swelled, as though he could spill at any moment, yet he held himself back again and again, unwilling to leave the warmth inside him.

“Hhngh, haa!”

Fingers curled from the overwhelming sensation, Igyeol lifted his wet eyes toward him. Seo Dohyeon stilled his hips and released the hand he had been licking. His eyelashes clumped with tears, dampening the skin under his eyes.

“Does it hurt?”

At the gentle question, Igyeol gave a tiny nod. Seo Dohyeon had not yet climaxed once, but Igyeol had—again and again until his body trembled and his strength was spent. His nerves were frayed raw; even the brush of a fingertip felt like too much pleasure.

Seo Dohyeon wiped his wet eyes, studied his flushed face, and moved again. Slap, slick, thunk, slick. Every time their bodies met, obscene sounds filled the room. Igyeol tried to look away, but Seo Dohyeon followed his gaze insistently.

“Don’t look away.”

“…Hngh, just… a little…”

“Mm. Just a little.”

“…It’s embarrassing… haa… so embarrassing.”

His face had grown even redder, heat spreading down his throat. Seo Dohyeon glanced at the soaked entrance below and smiled. That he could be embarrassed over something as small as eye contact while they were already like this—he adored it.

“Want to close your eyes?”

A deep thrust came with the question; a sound—half answer, half whimper—escaped him. Seo Dohyeon leaned close.

“Then kiss me.”

Lips hovering just a breath away, his voice trembled with longing. Igyeol reached for him, weak arms looping around his neck. With eyes squeezed shut, he parted his lips and slid his tongue in carefully—instantly, Seo Dohyeon’s thrusts turned fierce again. Tears slipped from beneath quivering lashes. The pleasure was so sharp he felt like his body was coming apart. The thick length inside him pressed only where he felt most sensitive, keeping him trapped at the peak without ever letting him fall.

“Mm—ah, ngh, hnn—ahh—”

Their mouths stayed fused as Seo Dohyeon moved him ruthlessly. Piercing pleasure flashed like lightning; even so, Igyeol clung to him, licking inside his mouth, stroking his teeth, teasing his palate with his small tongue. With a low groan, Seo Dohyeon buried himself deep and came long and hard.

Smack, kiss, peck. Soft kisses brushed him like an afterglow. Igyeol opened his eyes and looked at him. He lifted a hand toward the sweat-damp hair falling over Seo Dohyeon’s forehead—but when his strength failed and his hand dropped, his expression wavered with frustration.

“I’m tired.”

His quiet grumble trembled with caution, as though afraid of displeasing him. Seo Dohyeon hugged him tight, stayed inside a moment longer, then slowly withdrew.

“I’ll wash you. You’re tired because of me.”

At that, Igyeol’s lashes fluttered; he flushed and leaned into his arms.

In the bathroom, under Seo Dohyeon’s careful hands, he washed—only for the heat between them to rise again, leading to one more round. When they finally emerged, much later, Igyeol half-dozed in Seo Dohyeon’s arms. Seo Dohyeon laid him on the bed and watched him sleep.

His cheeks looked healthy and full again, the corners of his tear-reddened eyes soft, lips swollen, neck and collarbones smooth, nipples still puffy and flushed. He wanted to check below, where Igyeol had cried from the pain, but touching him again in that daze had made him flinch; even while washing, he hadn’t truly checked. Now, lifting the blanket might disturb him—so he paused.

He would wake before Igyeol as always. He could check in the morning and tend to him before work. For now, he simply lay beside him, holding his neatly placed hand, confirming the warmth—making sure this wasn’t a dream.

“I love you.”

It didn’t matter that no reply came. Seo Dohyeon kissed his dry knuckles and curled into his arms, inhaling the sweet scent that clung to him, and closed his eyes.

At last—the scheduled date to confirm the divorce intent had arrived. If they did not appear, the divorce would be void. Early that morning, prepared to leave, Go Igyeol looked at Seo Dohyeon, face tight with nerves. But seeing Seo Dohyeon’s expression—more anxious than his—steadied him. He swallowed, firmed his resolve.

“I’m not going.”

His voice did not shake. Relief washed through Seo Dohyeon, melting the tension in his body. With a grave yet steady expression, Igyeol met his eyes. Seo Dohyeon exhaled and smiled faintly.

“Then… shall we go on a date today?”

At the soft question, Igyeol nodded. He picked up his coat, and Seo Dohyeon offered his arm. Side by side, they stepped out—until Igyeol stopped suddenly, round gentle eyes lifting.

“Ihyeon…”

“I already asked Kwon Seunggyu-ssi to watch him.”

The front door opened; Igyeol stepped through slowly, and once outside, Seo Dohyeon walked ahead to open the passenger door.

“Where should we go?”

“…Um… anywhere is fine. Anywhere.”

Seo Dohyeon thought through the places he had researched in spare moments. He quickly set the destination.

“Yangpyeong…?”

“They said it was nice.”

“…Who did?”

“People who went there on dates.”

Seeing Igyeol still puzzled, Seo Dohyeon laughed as he merged smoothly onto the road.

“I kept looking. For places to go together. It’s still cold, so there aren’t many yet—but when spring comes, let’s go out even more. Tell me which places you liked, where you want to go again.”

“…Okay.”

Light-hearted excitement kept bubbling up in Igyeol’s chest; he tried to hide his rising smile by rubbing his mouth and turning to the window.

It was the end of January, winter reluctant to leave. Their company no longer felt awkward, and the glances Seo Dohyeon sent him now and then were warm like early spring. The words he had tried to hold back finally slipped past his lips.

“I think… I’m a little happy right now.”

His husky voice trembled faintly. Seo Dohyeon turned toward him at the red light; surprise widened eyes that rarely betrayed emotion.

“I just… meant that I feel good.”

Seeing that baffled look, Igyeol let out a soft laugh and leaned into the seat.

“I’m happy.”

“I’ll keep you happy. I’ll work at it.”

The resolute promise made his lips curl again. It was still awkward, still difficult, but he had decided—he would be honest about his feelings. For tomorrow, when he would be even happier than today.

<Divorce Contract, End>