Divorce Contract Extra 4(NSFW)

Extra 4(NSFW)

 

“Hnngh—ngh! Haa… ah…! Wait—haaa…”

 

“You begged me not to go slow. Is it too fast now?”

 

“Hnn, yes! Ah—Seo, Seo Dohyeon-ssi… I—I’m…”

 

“Mmm, going to come again? Yet this little place keeps spilling without pause.”

 

He guided trembling fingertips to the rigid, glistening crown. Go Igyeol jerked as though burned, trying to twist away, but the wrist stayed captured. Seo Dohyeon found the startled flailing adorable and answered with a brutal upward thrust. Mercy was forgotten; Go Igyeol’s moan fractured into a sob. Pleasure lingered on his face like wine on flushed lips. Sweat traced silver paths down his temples. He had spent so much, wept so much—he feared dehydration would claim him.

 

“Stop crying, love. Shall I stop?”

 

“…No… just… a little more…”

 

At the broken plea Seo Dohyeon stilled. Go Igyeol rubbed his eyes and whispered that he wanted to change positions. Being moved at will was exhausting; if he rode above, he could control depth and speed. Shame scalded him, but he forced the words out. Seo Dohyeon’s pupils blew wide, cheeks staining crimson—some phrase had reignited the fire.

 

The thick length slid free with a wet sigh. Seo Dohyeon reclined against the headboard; Go Igyeol straddled him, reaching back with trembling fingers. The shaft was slick, scalding. He steadied it, lifted his hips, and aligned the blunt head with the loosened, fluttering rim.

 

“…hn…”

 

His chin lifted as he sank. Empty ache became exquisite fullness—deep, yet shallower than when Seo Dohyeon took him. Knees braced, he rose and fell in cautious waves, palms braced on the hard chest, careful not to impale himself too suddenly. He took only what felt perfect.

 

“Haa… nnh… ha…”

 

“Good?”

 

“…So good… ah…!”

 

Large hands cupped the slender waist, steadying the quivering body. The sight—arched spine, sweat-slick skin marked everywhere with his claim—filled Seo Dohyeon with possessive bliss. Each time Go Igyeol grazed his own prostate and shuddered, the urge to drag him down to the root surged like a tide.

 

He rubbed the flat belly and sat up, lips brushing the elegant throat. Arms circled the dipped waist and pulled; suddenly the joining deepened.

 

“Haa—nngh…”

 

“Take me deeper. It’ll feel even better.”

 

“Y-yes—hn, ah… it hurts…”

 

“No it doesn’t. See?”

 

Coaxing, soothing, he guided until the last inch vanished. The ring stretched taut, sealed flush. When Go Igyeol tried to rise, Seo Dohyeon held him pinned and rolled his hips in tiny, devastating circles.

 

“Ah—ahh…!”

 

Electric pleasure raced up his spine. No—no—Go Igyeol shook his head, thrashing; Seo Dohyeon crushed him close and snapped upward. One arm locked around the fragile waist, the other cradling the lolling head.

 

“Ah—ah—ah…! Stop—”

 

Another thin stream spilled from the over-sensitised cock. Go Igyeol stared up, trembling on the edge; Seo Dohyeon sealed their mouths. Every moan dissolved against his tongue.

 

“Mmph…”

 

“Open wider. Quick.”

 

Lips never fully parting, the command slipped between them. Go Igyeol obeyed; the tongue plunged deeper. Above and below, he was filled to bursting. Spasming walls clung greedily.

 

The heat where they joined was molten. Seo Dohyeon, still unsated, flipped them. Go Igyeol lay sprawled, lips swollen and shining. Seo Dohyeon stabbed beneath the tongue, coaxing fresh saliva, drinking every drop before feeding his own back in slow, deliberate swallows.

 

The rhythm turned savage. Each time Go Igyeol’s hips lifted, Seo Dohyeon dragged him down and buried himself to the hilt. Metallic whimpers told of exhaustion; Seo Dohyeon angled for release.

 

“Hnn—ngh—ah…! Ngh—”

 

Too deep. Go Igyeol clutched the invading length through his own belly, terrified it would tear through skin. The unmistakable ridge beneath his palm made him clench; Seo Dohyeon groaned. Knees shoved higher, hips slammed down.

 

“Ah! Hn—ngh…!”

 

“Haa—haa—fu—”

 

Thwack, thwack, smack! At the brutal crescendo the buried cock pulsed, flooding the latex with thick heat. Only when the last shudder passed did Seo Dohyeon ease free, gather the trembling body, and wipe away tears and sweat before brushing a tender kiss to inflamed lips.

 

“Igyeol-ah.”

 

“…No more… please…”

 

“Was it too much?”

 

A weary nod. Every muscle ached; his entrance throbbed with lingering burn. He feared it would never close again. Seo Dohyeon read the worry and withdrew gently. A shameful wet sound echoed; Go Igyeol’s face flamed.

 

“Did it hurt?”

 

“…A little.”

 

“I need to check for injuries.”

 

“…W-where…”

 

Instantly Seo Dohyeon moved to inspect. Though he had prepared thoroughly, loss of control might have torn something. The thought horrified him.

 

“I have to see.”

 

“No—wait—why there…”

 

Before protest formed, Go Igyeol was flipped onto his stomach. Large hands cupped crimson cheeks, parting—Go Igyeol yelped and squirmed.

 

“No! I’m fine!”

 

“What’s fine?”

 

“I’m not hurt.”

 

“How would you know? I lost my mind back there.”

 

The grave sincerity silenced protest. It hurt, yes, but not injury.

 

“You would have noticed if I tore.”

 

“…”

 

“It’s just… you always take so long.”

 

“…Would you prefer short rounds, many times?”

 

Go Igyeol blinked. Was that possible? Every session grew longer; the idea of short, controlled bursts felt like a fairy tale. Suspicion must have shown; Seo Dohyeon smiled sheepishly and glanced down again.

 

He wanted to look properly, but Go Igyeol refused. If there were real damage, he would have felt it. Still, certainty required sight.

 

“Shall we wash?”

 

“…T-together?”

 

“Together.”

 

Seo Dohyeon cupped flushed cheeks and stole a soft kiss before rising. Go Igyeol’s round eyes followed, stunned. A hopeful hand extended; after a moment’s hesitation and a sigh, slender fingers laced with his.

 

“I’m really not hurt.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Really.”

 

“I believe you.”

 

Please don’t look too closely—yet Seo Dohyeon intended to examine every inch. He never wanted to leave even the smallest wound on Go Igyeol’s body.

 

Side Story Ⅱ

 

It was Kwon Seungkyu’s day off. For once he could rest two full days without guilt. Still, he stayed within Seoul, wary of emergencies.

 

“Call anytime if you need anything.”

 

“Yes, rest well. See you Monday morning.”

 

“I’m worried little Ihyeon will haunt my dreams.”

 

Kwon Seungkyu waved cheerfully at the beaming child until the very last second, then finally turned away. Go Igyeol called another soft farewell to the departing figure before letting his head drop heavily onto Seo Dohyeon’s shoulder.