Divorce Contract Extra 3(NSFW)

Extra 3(NSFW)

 

Saliva pooled beneath his tongue. Seo Dohyeon lapped without waste, flattening his tongue into a broad, silken ribbon that swept from entrance to tailbone in one languid stroke. The unearthly sensation tore a helpless moan from Go Igyeol’s throat.

 

Schlurp, slurp, shlick, shluck, schhhhlup.

 

Obscene, wet sounds filled the air. Seo Dohyeon teased only the delicate pleats, watching the tremor ripple across the taut belly while studying the cock that had begun to rise, proud and glistening. He experimented—how many slow drags of tongue would coax thick beads from the slit?—until the rim fluttered open and nectar spilled in a silver thread. Only then did he seal his lips over it and suck, drawing the sweetness in with the hollow pop of a man drinking from a hidden spring.

 

Go Igyeol sobbed. The sounds were too lewd, too intimate; they scraped raw places inside him he hadn’t known existed. Every night spent tangled with Seo Dohyeon had rewired him—now a single touch made his body sing with shameful anticipation.

 

“Ah…! Hn, ngh…”

 

The Seo Dohyeon he thought he knew had been ascetic, restrained. Not this ravenous creature who devoured his most secret places with reverent depravity. Powerful hands clamped harder around trembling thighs, spreading them until soft flesh yielded and the hidden star bloomed open.

 

“Hnnngh, ah…!”

 

Fingers parted the plush mounds; a hot, insistent tongue breached the ring and slid deep. Seo Dohyeon scoured every velvet wall, drinking the fresh flood that poured from within. Slurp, shluck, shhhlick—sounds that should never belong to him echoed shamelessly. Arms tightened, lifting the hips clear off the bed until Go Igyeol floated, impaled on pleasure.

 

“Ah—haah, wait—nngh!”

 

The sharp bridge of a nose ground against his perineum. Lightning shot up his spine; he thrashed, but iron arms pinned him open. Seo Dohyeon opened wider and sucked with feral hunger. Desperate feet kicked at broad shoulders.

 

“Aaahh! Ngh, Seo—Seo Dohyeon-ssi…!”

 

A thumb had been teasing shallowly in and out; now a long middle finger plunged to the hilt. Go Igyeol’s back bowed off the mattress. The intrusion speared straight on entry, scraping every ridge, then crooked on retreat to rake the sensitive ring until it fluttered wildly.

 

“Ah, ngh! Hnnngh…!”

 

Too much. Everything below the waist melted into warm honey. Ticklish heat spiralled from his navel; toes splayed and refused to uncurl. Vision blurred; frantic blinking did nothing. Stop, stop—he whimpered, but the filthy symphony of sucking drowned him out. Seo Dohyeon swallowed every drop that gushed from the greedy passage.

 

Thin rivulets of precome streamed from the rigid cock, pooling messily around the navel. Go Igyeol reached instinctively to relieve the ache—only to be blocked. He wept.

 

“Hn, I—I’m going to come… please, let me—”

 

“Not yet.”

 

Hot breath bathed the soaked entrance as the words were spoken. Go Igyeol gasped, twisting uselessly. Seo Dohyeon seized the straining shaft, thumb sealing the slit, and began to lick long, sugary stripes up the trembling thighs.

 

Then another finger joined the first. A broken cry spilled out as they scissored gently, withdrew, then slammed home. He deliberately skirted the swollen prostate, tormenting with feather-light brushes.

 

Squish, squelch, squish. The rhythm quickened. The cock jerked on the brink, denied even a single drop of release. Seo Dohyeon drew the tight sac into his mouth, rolling the delicate orbs with his tongue. No flavour, yet impossibly sweet. He wanted to bite, to feel the tender skin yield between his teeth—but that would terrify.

 

“Please—Seo Dohyeon-ssi—please—!”

 

At the cracked plea he crushed the prostate mercilessly. Fingers pistoned, thumb still corking the slit. Go Igyeol’s entire body flushed crimson, inner walls spasming in frantic clutches. Only when the first helpless pulses began did Seo Dohyeon release the seal.

 

The shaft shuddered, spilling weak, milky ropes that barely cleared the head.

 

“Ah… ngh… something’s… wrong… haa…”

 

Fingers withdrew with a wet pop. Go Igyeol curled inward, shoulders shaking. There had been no catharsis—only a maddening itch trapped behind the tip. Shame burned hotter than lust.

 

“I begged you… to let go…”

 

“Mhm. And I did.”

 

“No—!”

 

“Was I too late? Couldn’t come properly?”

 

Go Igyeol slapped a palm over the smirking mouth. Seo Dohyeon rose, sweat-slick hair falling into his eyes, and peeled the hand away. He brushed damp strands from Go Igyeol’s forehead and whispered against a scarlet ear, “I could make you come right now.”

 

A violent shiver. Go Igyeol turned away.

 

The condom packet tore with a crisp rip. Seo Dohyeon rolled the latex down with deliberate care, smoothing it to the root. The playful smile made Go Igyeol’s heart stutter; he couldn’t hold that gaze for long.

 

“What is it?”

 

“…Nothing…”

 

“When Go Igyeol says ‘nothing,’ a thousand filthy thoughts flood my head.”

 

He lifted an ankle to his shoulder, pressed a kiss to the brow. “There are too many meanings in that one word. I end up thinking all day and get nothing done.”

 

“…Ah…”

 

The blunt head nudged the loosened entrance. Slick folds parted eagerly, swallowing him in a slow, greedy kiss. Warm nectar welled, begging him deeper.

 

“So tell me—did I hurt your feelings?”

 

“N-no, ah…! Haa, too—”

 

“Shall I go slower?”

 

He eased forward, thick shaft stretching the narrow channel to its limit. Go Igyeol’s eyes flew open, pupils blown wide. Seo Dohyeon caught his gaze, voice velvet. “Better now?”

 

A frantic nod—faster, faster.

 

“You told me to go slow.”

 

“N-no… I mean—faster, please—!”

 

The head crushed against his prostate; Go Igyeol’s arms locked around Seo Dohyeon’s neck, lips brushing a soft cheek in desperate apology. “Faster…”

 

“Hold me properly.”

 

“…nngh…”

 

Strength had fled his limbs long ago, yet at the low command he clung tighter. Seo Dohyeon snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the root in one ruthless stroke. Coarse hair scraped swollen rims. Vision flashed black even with eyes wide open. No sound escaped the gaping mouth. Each collision forced wet, obscene claps and the thick slosh of trapped fluid. The half-sp and half-spent cock spurted the last of its trapped load in pitiful arcs.

 

“Ngh, ah…! So—deep… Seo Dohyeon-ssi…!”

 

At the word deep, Seo Dohyeon seized Go Igyeol’s wrist and pressed it to the taut belly. He withdrew until only the crown remained, then drove in savagely. Skin bulged visibly beneath the palm.

 

Hic—hic—fingers scrabbled over the moving ridge.

 

“Ah, haa… wha…”

 

“Every time I sink in, this little bump appears. It drives me insane.”

 

“Hngh, ah…!”

 

“That’s why you keep begging—because you don’t know what it does to me.”

 

Each thrust sent lightning crackling through every nerve. Go Igyeol drowned in molten heat, limbs slipping. Seo Dohyeon laced their fingers, pinned the trembling body beneath him, and drank in the sight—crimson cheeks, glazed eyes, parted lips spilling broken pleas. He fought the urge to ravage, gentling his rhythm even as madness clawed at him.