Divorce Contract Extra 6(NSFW)

Extra 6(NSFW)

 

“I understand.”

 

While Seo Dohyeon drew the bath, Go Igyeol pressed cool palms to burning cheeks. He worried his needless shyness had looked ridiculous. Clutching Seo Ihyeon’s tiny, damp hand, he rested his forehead against it and groaned softly until Seo Dohyeon’s voice called that everything was ready. He shot upright.

 

The tub brimmed with warm water. They settled the child between them and bathed him with the effortless harmony born of countless weekends. The moment Go Igyeol lifted the baby free, Seo Dohyeon unfolded a large towel and swaddled him like a precious gift. On the cloud-soft duvet, lotion, diaper, and fresh clothes appeared in perfect order. While the hair-dryer hummed, a bottle warmed in waiting hands.

 

“I’ll feed him. Go rest. I’ll clean up too—just leave everything.”

 

“I can help…”

 

“Wait for me and relax. Hurry.”

 

Seo Dohyeon settled the nursing pillow across his thighs and laid Ihyeon in the cradle of his arm. The moment the nipple touched the baby’s lips, tiny fists flailed and he suckled with ravenous delight, as though he had fasted all day. Go Igyeol lingered, guilt prickling, until a gentle glance urged him out. He left the door ajar, hesitated in the living room, then decided a shower would be wiser. Gathering clothes, he slipped into the bedroom.

 

Only when he stepped beneath the spray did he realise why his body thrummed. He had meant only to wash while waiting—yet his cock strained painfully against fabric. No expectation, no fantasy… so why this sudden, aching erection?

 

“Ha… why am I like this…”

 

Compared to Seo Dohyeon, his desires had always been modest; this betrayal by his own flesh left him flustered. Ihyeon had skipped his nap—he needed to finish quickly. Sighing at the stubborn hardness, he stripped and stepped into the glass stall.

 

Water would mask any sound. He turned the heat high and reached down. The act felt foreign; he almost never touched himself. Fingers brushed the slick crown, then circled the shaft in slow, uncertain strokes.

 

“…ah…”

 

The echo startled him; he bit his lip. The swollen head tingled beneath his thumb, yet the pleasure stayed shallow—nothing like the electric current Seo Dohyeon summoned. Frustration mounted; release hovered maddeningly out of reach.

 

“…hn, what do I do…”

 

Cold water might kill the arousal. Wild thoughts tumbled. He tried again, recalling every caress Seo Dohyeon had ever given him. Water slapped loudly against tile. Forehead pressed to the wall, he concentrated—still the cock only wept, refusing climax.

 

“Ah—hn… Seo Dohyeon-ssi…”

 

The desperate whisper changed nothing. Both hands fumbled clumsily until, in a surge of irritation, he started to pull away—when the glass door slid open.

 

“Thought you were washing.”

 

“Ah—!”

 

Strong arms encircled his back; a larger hand displaced his own and claimed the rigid length. Lips grazed the shell of his ear.

 

“Were you thinking of me?”

 

“…hn—ngh.”

 

“Say yes even if it’s a lie.”

 

“Nnh—yes, I was thinking of Seo Dohyeon-ssi…”

 

The shaft, so accustomed to those fingers, surged harder, as though it might spend at any second. Seo Dohyeon circled the crown with a thumb, then stilled. From the instant he had glimpsed Go Igyeol’s arched back and trembling hand, his heart had threatened to burst from his ribs.

 

“What about me?”

 

“Just… while waiting… I wanted to wash…”

 

“Why wash? Did you think I’d touch you? Suck you dry right here?”

 

“That’s not—after being outside—nngh—I just wanted to clean—!”

 

Words dissolved into whimpers. Arousal spiralled; the tormenting hand merely toyed with the head.

 

“Tell me what you want.”

 

“Hn—fast… please…”

 

Ihyeon slept, but might wake any moment; loud sex was impossible. Go Igyeol instinctively pushed his hips backward. Seo Dohyeon kissed the trembling shoulder and turned him around.

 

Wide, startled eyes met his; a brief kiss, then Seo Dohyeon sank to his knees.

 

“Ah!” The cry rang off tile. Go Igyeol clapped both hands over his mouth.

 

A wicked smile curved Seo Dohyeon’s lips as he took the straining cock to the root. The pointed tongue speared the slit his thumb had sealed; suction pulled like a vow. Go Igyeol folded forward, one palm still over his lips, the other clutching a broad shoulder.

 

“Nnh…!”

 

The shoulder flexed—permission. Seo Dohyeon swallowed to the base, tongue tracing every vein, then drew back only to plunge again. Each time the crown pulsed, thick ropes threatened; he drank them greedily, lewd sounds echoing. When climax loomed, he released the head and laved the shaft downward, rolling the tight sac gently between tongue and palate.

 

“Ah—ngh, stop—please—Seo Dohyeon-ssi…!”

 

The thumb sealed the slit once more. Go Igyeol’s plea trembled with unshed tears. Seo Dohyeon lifted drenched lashes, pushed wet hair from his forehead, and met eyes already rimmed red. A shaking hand reached to wipe the corner of Seo Dohyeon’s mouth.

 

“Why do you keep…”

 

“Because if you come, I have to stop. I don’t want to.”

 

Elegant lips spoke pure depravity. Go Igyeol silenced them with his own and squeezed his eyes shut.

 

“Please—finish me quickly.”

 

At the broken plea, Seo Dohyeon began a slow, deliberate stroke. He pressed open-mouthed kisses across the trembling belly, then lapped tenderly at the faint scar above the navel. Precome welled in a steady stream.

 

“Come in my mouth.”

 

“…please…”

 

“Or on my face?”

 

He gathered the dripping hair, smile sharp and hungry. Go Igyeol shook his head—neither, never—tears spilling at the impossible choice.

 

“Just… your hand… please…”

 

“Mouth it is, then.”

 

“You’re awful.”

 

Seo Dohyeon knew exactly where to strike. He swallowed the crimson length with fierce suction. Thighs quivered violently. A hand joined—stroking shaft, rolling balls—until lightning forked behind Go Igyeol’s eyes.

 

“Ah—AAHH…!”

 

Release crashed at last, flooding that waiting mouth. Back arched, calves cramped, toes curled against cold tile. Each pulse was swallowed with deliberate, audible gulps. Embers of pleasure lingered, igniting shame. Seo Dohyeon milked the softening cock with gentle pulls until Go Igyeol whimpered and pushed him away.

 

He wiped the milky traces from swollen lips, then opened his mouth—tongue glistening, proof of every drop taken. Only when the last was gone did he rise.

 

Afterward he washed Go Igyeol with reverent care, as though the spent, dripping cock were the only thing in the world that mattered. He shampooed dark hair, wrapped the trembling body in a warm towel.

 

“Get dressed. I’ll finish up and come out.”

 

“…but you…”

 

“Me?”

 

Go Igyeol’s gaze dropped pointedly. Seo Dohyeon only laughed softly.

 

“Don’t worry about this.”