Divorce Contract Extra 1(NSFW)

Extra 1(NSFW)

Side Story I

Spring had arrived. The wind that blew was warm, and tender green buds unfurled upon once-dry, brittle branches. It was around that time the three of them decided to move homes. A house with stairs would soon be dangerous for Seo Ihyeon, who would begin walking any day now.

Seo Dohyeon asked whether a countryside house or an apartment would be better. After some thought, Go Igyeol answered that a countryside house would be nice. A yard, he said calmly, would make it easier to go outside with Ihyeon. A week later, Seo Dohyeon placed a real-estate contract before him. The property was under Go Igyeol’s name.

“…What is this….”

Handing the document over, Seo Dohyeon wet his dry lips, as if nervous. And Go Igyeol, who accepted the papers, was equally taken aback. Staring down at his hands, he checked the contents inside the envelope and let out a troubled laugh.

“We’ll be moving next week.”

“Wait, w-what… that fast?”

“I’ll handle everything. You don’t need to worry about a thing. Just relax. All you need to know is that we’re moving. Ah—furniture, we’ll choose together. Whatever you like.”

As he spoke, Seo Dohyeon brushed his fingertips across Igyeol’s soft, full cheeks, as if they would melt beneath his palm. Lately, he had come to cherish the evenings after work—sharing dinner with Go Igyeol, taking a light stroll, then sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the sofa, murmuring quietly to one another. When their thighs and arms brushed, and he heard that low, gentle voice, it felt as though he were drifting inside a dream. Each time, he would lace their fingers together, checking the warmth with his own hand.

“How was school today?”

“…Uh, well. Just… unfamiliar. All my classmates seem to have already graduated—there wasn’t a single person I knew.”

“And your classes?”

“It’s been so long… I was overwhelmed, I barely even remember them.”

Watching the embarrassed curve of his lips, Seo Dohyeon sighed softly. Throughout the day at work, he had pictured Igyeol’s life at school. With looks like that—objectively and subjectively impossible to ignore—there must’ve been plenty who wanted to befriend and get close to him. That thought alone piled anxiety inside him. There would be many betas and alphas at school. Dozens of times a day, jealousy would ignite like wildfire—but he never let it show.

He simply showered Go Igyeol with pheromones more often. And Igyeol, unaware of the reason and drenched in his scent, would blush helplessly.

“You didn’t make any new friends? Did you eat lunch alone?”

His tone carried subtle hope, but Igyeol did not catch it. Smiling brightly with kind eyes, he answered,

“Oh, I did have lunch with a new friend. He’s two years younger than me.”

“…Younger?”

“Yes, our schedules are similar, so we’ll probably eat together often. Today we ate at the school cafeteria.”

“That’s good. You should’ve treated him to something tasty.”

As he stroked Igyeol’s lips, proud yet faintly restless, Seo Dohyeon naturally leaned down. Just as Igyeol’s lips parted to speak, Dohyeon’s lips covered them. Soft pecks—light, fleeting kisses that left only longing—made Igyeol flush and push lightly against his chest.

“…We’re in the living room.”

His pale brown eyes darted toward the baby’s room. Dohyeon pressed another firm kiss to his cheek, then wrapped an arm around his slim waist.

“Shall we go inside?”

“…Yes.”

The door had barely shut before their lips collided. As soon as a narrow gap opened, Dohyeon slipped his tongue past it, and Igyeol parted his lips further as if waiting. Their mouths, already burning hot, tangled immediately. Dohyeon pressed deeper, rubbing and twining flesh against flesh until he had explored even the innermost molars, leaving no corner untouched. Tilting his head, he fit their lips more tightly, tracing the uneven textures of the inner cheek with the tip of his tongue. He checked each spot tenderly, as if making sure no new wounds existed.

“Mmph…”

His tongue prodded beneath Igyeol’s, teasing the tender underside, and Igyeol—unable to tell whether the liquid pooling in his mouth was his own or Dohyeon’s—swallowed desperately. The slick warmth sliding down his throat left a crawling rush of sensation behind it, and his arms tightened around Dohyeon’s neck.

Leaning back against the closed door as though suspended there, Igyeol’s legs grew weak. Dohyeon pulled him closer, steadying him as he withdrew his tongue, then placed light kisses upon his shining lips. The tip of his nose, his philtrum, upper lip, chin, cheeks—soft, featherlike kisses fell one after another. Igyeol shuddered as warm breath ghosted over his skin. Wet lips pressed against the delicate skin beneath his ear, smearing softly. Dohyeon even grazed him with his teeth. From his exposed skin to the places still hidden, faint red traces bloomed, quickly deepening into marks.

“…Hah…”

“Igyeol.”

Mouth trailing down his throat, Dohyeon knelt and gripped the hem of Igyeol’s T-shirt. His eyes asked permission; Igyeol nodded. The shirt slipped off easily. His pants and underwear followed in one swift motion. Dohyeon remained fully dressed on the floor, while Igyeol, bare as the day he was born, sat on the bed.

Blushing, Igyeol pressed his thighs together, but Dohyeon laughed softly and pried them apart with gentle hands. Igyeol’s face flared scarlet. Unable to refuse, he bit his lip hard. Dohyeon lowered his head between his legs, resting against him.

“If you say stop, I’ll stop.”

“……”

“Do you want me to stop?”

He kissed the soft inside of Igyeol’s thigh as he asked, releasing it only to look up. Igyeol shook his head faintly. He wasn’t opposed—only shy. Seeing Dohyeon from above alone made his member throb upright, leaking thick, sticky fluid. Smirking faintly, Dohyeon looped his arms around Igyeol’s slender calves and pushed them wide open. The spot he tried so stubbornly to hide lay exposed to the air.

His flushed shaft, pulled taut to his abdomen, and the reddened sac beneath caught Dohyeon’s gaze first. Then the plump perineum, and the slick, glistening folds below, twitching faintly as more viscous fluid seeped out.

“H-hngh, I… I don’t hate it…”

“No, you don’t hate it.”

Dohyeon licked his lips, then buried his face deep between Igyeol’s thighs. The moment he inhaled, Igyeol’s legs trembled and tried to close, only to press against Dohyeon’s broad shoulders. Igyeol squeezed his eyes shut as Dohyeon swallowed him down to the root. The suction—unyielding from the first moment—sent shuddering waves through him. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Dohyeon wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base and pumped hard, heightening the rush.

Under the warm light, the spit-slick shaft gleamed. Back arched, fists twisting in the sheets, Igyeol reached for Dohyeon’s shoulder. Dohyeon glanced up at him with eyes dark and hazy just as Igyeol’s trembling abdomen spasmed.

Suddenly, Igyeol pushed at his face in panic. Dohyeon let the flushed tip slip from his lips, and the moment it broke free—

A sharp burst, white and heavy, shot forth from the swollen crown.

“Ah—ahh…!”

Across Dohyeon’s closed eyelids, the bridge of his nose, his philtrum—thick, milky fluid splattered everywhere, sliding slowly with a musky, sweet-pheromone scent. Body quaking from release, Igyeol jolted upright, scrambling to wipe him. But each touch only smeared it more.

“W-what do I do…”

Hearing his trembling voice, Dohyeon languidly wiped his eyelids with the back of his hand, then stuck out his tongue and tasted the streak running toward his lips. Igyeol gasped, hand brushing his mouth.

“Why— I-I’m sorry. I tried… to hold it…”

“You came on my face and it felt…”

“…I’m really sorry….”

“…incredibly arousing. I liked it.”

Unbuttoning his shirt quickly, Dohyeon stripped it off, wiping his face roughly before rising. Igyeol followed his movement with wide eyes. Dohyeon smiled, laid him down gently, and pressed a soft kiss to his tense cheek.

“Did you hate it? Because I didn’t.”

“…I— it was a mistake… Next time… next time I’ll hold it…”

“Even if you do it again next time, I won’t mind.”