Divorce Contract Extra 15(NSFW)

by berry

Extra 15(NSFW)

Scratching his forehead, Go Igyeol drifted out of the lecture hall, exchanging lazy nods with classmates. Han Seogyeom’s hand shot up in cheerful greeting, only to wilt when Go Igyeol’s gaze slid past without recognition.

The thin cardigan offered no shield against the lukewarm spring wind; chills crawled beneath his skin like fever. All he wanted was home. He shuffled through the gates and into the café across the street.

A steaming lemon tea warmed his palms. Minutes later, familiar hazard lights blinked. Seo Dohyeon stepped out, rounded the hood, and opened his arms just in time for a small body to crash into them.

“Quite the welcome.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you more. All day.”

Seo Dohyeon kissed the crown of dark hair, then the plump cheek, before guiding him into the passenger seat.

Whispers followed them—curious glances from classmates who knew the stories: the marriage at twenty, the divorce headlines, the impossible reconciliation with a man whose name lit up search engines. The sleek car vanished, but the gossip lingered.

Inside, fatigue melted the moment their eyes met. Limbs that had dragged all day suddenly floated. Go Igyeol’s smile refused to dim. At every red light, Seo Dohyeon brushed kisses across knuckles and palms.

“Sleep in again?”

“I… stayed up late.”

A slow, wicked curve of lips. “Very late.”

Heat flooded Go Igyeol’s ears. He turned to the window, biting back laughter.

“Dinner first?”

“Yes.”

“A walk after?”

“Yes.”

They returned to the quiet hanjeongsik house they had grown fond of. In the parking lot, Seo Dohyeon leaned across the console. Go Igyeol’s eyes widened, then fluttered shut. Warm palms cupped flushed cheeks; gentle pheromones spilled like honey. Their kiss was slow, exploratory—soft suction on the lower lip, shy strokes of tongue against tongue, a low hum when the roof of his mouth was teased.

When they parted, both were breathless.

“Shall we go in?”

Go Igyeol pressed the back of his hand to burning cheeks and nodded. He wanted more scent, more touch, but hunger gnawed louder.

The private room welcomed them with familiar warmth. Seo Dohyeon moved banchan closer, piled snow-white fish onto the small plate, and watched with quiet joy as cheeks rounded like a chipmunk’s. Tonight Go Igyeol ate twice his usual portion, earning fond concern.

***

They never made it home.

A short walk turned into lingering kisses against the car, then frantic ones in the hotel elevator. Clothes scattered from doorway to bedroom like breadcrumbs.

Seo Dohyeon laid him bare on cool sheets and tore off his own shirt without breaking the kiss. Saliva glistened on swollen lips.

“I should wash—”

“No.”

He sank between spread thighs and swallowed the half-hard cock in one slick descent.

“Ah—!”

Go Igyeol’s back bowed. Hands shoved at immovable shoulders. Seo Dohyeon had never once hesitated to taste every inch—armpits, the scar low on his belly, the tender skin behind his balls, the flushed rim itself. Tonight was no exception.

Lewd, wet sounds filled the room. The tongue speared the slit, traced every vein, sucked until the crown darkened and throbbed.

“Hn—ngh—!”

Three strokes, maybe one, and Go Igyeol came hard down that greedy throat. Seo Dohyeon drank every drop, then licked a stripe up the inside of a trembling thigh.

Before he could collapse, hips were lifted, face buried in pillows. A hot tongue dragged through slick folds, spread him open, delved inside.

“No—ah—stop—!”

Cheeks pulled apart; the vulnerable entrance gaped, dripping. Seo Dohyeon inhaled like a man possessed—lilac soaked in honey, sweeter than sin. He wanted to drown in it.

Go Igyeol muffled screams in the cushion. Shame and pleasure warred; pleasure won.

A single finger breached him alongside the tongue. Another. Then Seo Dohyeon slid beneath and pulled him down—until Go Igyeol straddled his face, knees on either side of a wicked smile, utterly exposed.