Divorce Contract Extra 12(NSFW)

Extra 12(NSFW)

 

How could anyone smell like this? Pheromones, body wash, and the unmistakable signature of his skin braided into a single intoxicating thread. Seo Dohyeon pressed his lips to the velvet flesh; Go Igyeol’s hands abandoned the sheets and cradled the back of his head, urging him closer. Gentle nips traced the smooth chest before the gown slipped entirely away.

 

Go Igyeol opened his eyes. Seo Dohyeon stood over him, gloriously bare, every line carved by lamplight. A trembling hand reached out. Those flushed fingertips caught on the neat row of shirt buttons.

 

One by one—tok, tok, tok—they surrendered. Fabric parted, revealing hard planes of muscle. When the last button gave, the hand hovered uncertainly. Seo Dohyeon straightened, letting shirt and trousers fall in soft whispers to the floor.

 

Naked, he was magnificent. The angry, veined column of his cock jutted forward, crown slick and gleaming, a single bead trembling at the slit. Go Igyeol swallowed dryly, looked away, then squeezed his eyes shut. Heat rolled over him as Seo Dohyeon lowered himself, skin to skin, scent flooding every pore.

 

“Haa… hnngh…”

 

Desperate arms circled the strong neck; pheromones detonated. The air turned thick, sweet, impossible to breathe without drowning. Vision blurred; the face above wavered like a mirage. Wet kisses peppered his cheeks—chyu, chyu—then lips sealed, fierce and devouring.

 

Tongues clashed. Seo Dohyeon plunged deep, claiming the soft palate, the back of teeth, everywhere. Go Igyeol’s eyes watered; tears slipped free.

 

“Nn—hn, mmph…”

 

Obscene, wet sounds faded beneath the roar of blood. His own pheromones answered, slick pouring in helpless response.

 

“Hnngh—ah…! Ngh—ah!”

 

“Huu… Igyeol-ah.”

 

“Hn—please—just—”

 

Every nerve screamed. Skin prickled where they touched. Thighs fell open of their own accord. Between them, slick coated everything; each small shift produced a lewd, sticky sound.

 

Go Igyeol dragged Seo Dohyeon’s hand downward. A muffled curse, then the world tilted. Thighs shoved wide, hips lifted, and a hot tongue dragged from dripping entrance to perineum in one long, filthy stripe.

 

“Aah! Hn—nngh…!”

 

Again, again—broad, hungry licks painting him crimson. Slurping, shameless noises filled the room. Go Igyeol sobbed, spine bowing.

 

“Hn—ngh—ahh…!”

 

Pleasure knifed through him, yet he couldn’t form the word stop. He could only clutch the hands pinning his thighs and wail.

 

The tongue speared inside, curling, spreading pheromone-laced saliva over sensitive walls. Each thrust tightened the ring of muscle, drew another broken cry.

 

“N-no—hn… that’s—”

 

Seo Dohyeon dragged him lower, forcing his hips higher, and feasted like a starving man—sucking, biting, licking until the delicate skin burned scarlet.

 

“Shall I stop?”

 

Lips brushed the trembling thigh.

 

“N-no—don’t—”

 

Tears spilled. A hand flew to cover his face; permission granted. Seo Dohyeon dove back in, mouthing the soft sac, nipping the tender bridge of flesh, sucking until Go Igyeol’s belly quivered like a struck drum.

 

Every press of that aristocratic nose against swollen balls forced another helpless spurt of precome. The neglected cock wept openly, aching for touch that never came.

 

“Ah… hurts…”

 

Finally released, he collapsed, chest heaving. Seo Dohyeon crawled upward, licking stray slick from the flat stomach, then latched onto a nipple. Sharp teeth worried the peak; fierce suction hollowed his cheeks. Pain and pleasure braided into something unbearable.

 

“Nngh…!”

 

A large hand closed around the untouched cock—one slow stroke and Go Igyeol shattered. Thick ropes painted his own belly; vision whited out.

 

Seo Dohyeon swallowed the broken cry, feeding saliva into the slack mouth until limp arms found strength to cling again.

 

“Hn—enough—please—inside—”

 

“How, love? Tell me.”

 

Thighs spread wider. A foil packet tore. Dark eyes blazed.

 

Go Igyeol bit his lip bloody, cheeks flaming.

 

Dohyeon rubbed the slick rim with gentle fingers. “Will you be all right? I only used my tongue…”

 

“Haa… hurry—Seo Dohyeon—”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Just—put it in—”

 

The blunt head notched against the fluttering entrance. One steady push—heat parted, swallowed, gripped like a fist.

 

“Relax.”

 

“Haa—hn—yes…”

 

“Quickly—let me in deep.”

 

A palm circled the soft belly beneath the navel. Go Igyeol trembled, forcing muscle to yield. A slow withdrawal, then a single, merciless thrust seated him to the root.

 

Go Igyeol’s forehead ground against a strong shoulder. Breath stuttered. Seo Dohyeon kissed the wet lashes, licked salt from flushed cheeks.

 

“Breathe, love. Slowly. There—all in.”

 

He held still, fighting the urge to rut like an animal. The clenching passage strangled him; every ripple threatened to end it too soon.

 

Go Igyeol whimpered at the burn, shifted experimentally—lifted, sank—trying to ease the stretch.

 

Seo Dohyeon smiled against his temple. “More?”

 

“Hurry—”

 

An arm locked around the narrow waist, lifted, withdrew, then slammed home. Again. Again. Wet sounds—slap, squelch, slap—filled the room as the thick length carved deeper, hotter, faster.

 

“Hn—ah—hnngh…”

 

“Does it hurt?”

 

“N-no—ah—hold me—”

 

Tears slipped free with every blink. Seo Dohyeon gathered him close, arms binding like steel, and kissed every inch of face within reach. Pace quickened; the brutal depth dragged shattered moans from Go Igyeol’s throat until pleasure bordered on too much.