Divorce in Bed Chapter 28

What if the hand stroking his cock right now belonged to Dowon?

Yeohwi tilted his head back further and panted. His cock was standing ramrod straight, almost touching his clearly defined abdominal muscles. The rounded tip had even turned a deep crimson. The pre-ejaculate gathered at the tip was washed away by the streams of water pouring from the showerhead.

“Ah…”

Dowon’s hands were large and long-fingered. However, when he had actually held it earlier, Yeohwi’s hand felt slightly larger. It felt as if Yeohwi’s was thicker, too. He couldn’t be sure since he hadn’t placed them exactly side-by-side to compare, but if it were Dowon, he would likely use movements that were more precise and disciplined than what Yeohwi was doing now.

Yeohwi visualized Dowon’s movements in his imagination and mimicked them exactly. How would Dowon touch him? In what way and where would he stroke? He certainly wouldn’t just grab and shake it mindlessly. At that thought, Yeohwi’s hand movements changed. The hurried motions slowed down, turning into a teasing, agonizing crawl.

Flicking the back of the glans lightly with his thumb, he moved his remaining four fingers individually. As if tickling the skin. As if overflowing with composure.

‘I don’t touch kids like you.’

Because Dowon was an adult. He wouldn’t be easily swept away by carnal desire. He would suppress it with his characteristic cold reason and do it a bit more… like this.

Yeohwi became completely immersed in recreating Dowon. Continuing the fantasy, he stroked his own lips with his free hand. He remembered the times he had kissed him. Both times, Yeohwi had been the one to crash into him first, and Dowon hadn’t even properly responded. But he automatically envisioned how Dowon would act if he were the one to kiss first.

Yeohwi put his fingers in his mouth and rubbed them slowly with his tongue while thrusting his hips upward. Doing so made it feel as though he were truly with Dowon. It felt like the hand touching him now was Dowon’s, and the thing moving in his mouth was Dowon’s tongue.

Yeohwi moved his hips repeatedly with the thought of violating Dowon’s palm. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed—thwack, thwack. Water splashed as his hand slipped. It felt like he couldn’t endure it any longer as his member grew hotter and hotter.

“Ah, ah… Mister Dowon.”

Yeohwi squeezed his eyes shut as if tightening a faucet.

Suddenly, a pure white bed flickered before his eyes. It was the bed covered in rose petals. The one just outside that door.

He pictured Dowon lying on that bed. He saw the way his hands loosened his tie and the way his dark, dry eyes scanned Yeohwi. In his delusion, Yeohwi felt possessed as he rushed toward Dowon and pinned him down.

He grabbed Dowon’s wrists, pinned them, and kissed him fiercely. Dowon didn’t push him away. While pinned under Yeohwi, he parted his lips and offered his tongue. His forearms were wrapped around Yeohwi’s waist. When Yeohwi called out, “Mister Dowon,” he responded by saying, “Yeah, darling.”

His taut thigh muscles quivered. His body vibrated finely as the defined muscles boasted their presence as if roaring. Simultaneously, a thrill surged from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, and a white fluid erupted. It was so forceful that traces splashed all the way up the wall of the shower booth.

“Hah, ah…!”

Yeohwi let out a short groan, then hurriedly shut his mouth and swallowed the sound. His Adam’s apple bobbed violently from the recoil of forcing his breath to go still. The lump in his throat gulped up and down a couple of times before eventually settling.

His whole body was still hot.

He felt like he would go crazy, unable to handle the swirling heat.

‧₊˚🍊༉‧₊˚.

A short while later. While Dowon went to wash up, Yeohwi was not in his right mind even as he personally tidied up the honeymoon odds and ends spread across the bed.

The air in the room had become incomparably stickier and denser than before, and a fragrant scent of soap drifted from his body, which was damp from the hot steam.

An unfamiliar hotel room. Subtle lighting. And a pure white bed.

Yeohwi finished tidying up and hesitantly lay down on his spot—the sofa in the living area. Pillowing his head on one of the pillows he had taken from the bed and pulling the extra blanket up to the bridge of his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut.

It would be better if he could just fall asleep like this before Dowon came out.

Contrary to his hopes, his mind was crystal clear. In fact, he was currently running wild, soaked in dopamine and adrenaline.

After a while, Dowon appeared after finishing his shower, wearing a bathrobe. He glanced at the neatly cleared bed and the large lump that was Seong Yeohwi curled up on the sofa, then reached for his tablet.

It seemed he wasn’t planning to sleep immediately but was checking the remaining schedule while leaning against the headboard.

Through a gap in the blanket, Yeohwi could see Dowon. Though he was half-hidden by the back of the sofa, his forearms and outstretched legs were clearly visible. Every time he breathed, the mattress rippled minutely. Even that sight felt vividly close.

‘Ugh…’

The sound of his heart was so loud it was killing him.

He was so nervous he felt like he might vomit.

Just then, Dowon turned off the lights and placed the tablet on the nightstand. Then he turned over and lay down.

As the surroundings darkened, it became even more suffocating. Yeohwi fidgeted under the blanket and gulped down dry saliva. If he had known it would be like this, he should have let out one more round earlier. No, two rounds…

Yeohwi couldn’t even breathe properly and just gripped the edge of the blanket tightly. Even the tiny rustling sound of the bedsheets sounded loud. He worried his breathing was too heavy or that the sound of his heart beating might be heard. It felt like cold sweat was trickling down his back.

While wishing he would fall asleep quickly, he also felt like he would be disappointed if he actually did. His mood was truly strange. Dowon probably didn’t even know Yeohwi was this nervous.

“…Mister Dowon.”

Yeohwi called him very softly, as if whispering.

“…”

There was no answer.

“Are… Are you sleeping?”

Still no response.

Dowon’s back, turned away from him, remained motionless.

“You’re sleeping… right?”

Yeohwi let out a sigh that was a mix of relief and regret. His gaze fixed on Dowon’s back as he lay still in the darkness. The line of his neck that was usually hidden by a shirt, the shape of his sexily prominent shoulder blades, and his sturdy lower body…

Just as his every nerve was on edge, a languid reply came through.

“Go to sleep. We have to move early tomorrow.”

Startled, Yeohwi’s lips wavered.

“Oh, a-are you not asleep?”

“The sound of your breathing is noisy.”

“Ah…”

Yeohwi pulled the blanket up and covered his face completely. Both his cheeks burned.

“It’s because I can’t fall asleep… Usually, I sleep the moment my head hits the pillow, but today.”

“…”

“Um, Mister Dowon. There’s something I’m curious about… can I ask?”

Yeohwi mumbled. Dowon answered without moving from his position, his back still turned.

“What is it.”

“Um… What is Mister Dowon’s ideal type?”

“Sigh…”

A heavy silence flowed from the bed. He could vividly imagine the expression of Dowon furrowing his brow. He wondered if Dowon would ignore it, calling it a useless question.

As expected, no answer came. It was a total snub.

“No, I know I’m not a romantic interest for Mister Dowon. How could I not know? You nipped it in the bud and nailed it down so clearly. This marriage is an arrangement… and the age gap is huge…”

His throat felt tight as he spoke. Every single word he spat out stabbed his own chest.

“So… I’m just curious what kind of person, other than me, is a romantic interest for Mister Dowon.”

“…”

“If you just tell me that, I’ll sleep quietly. Really.”

Would it be greedy to want full affection instead of occasional interest?

Though he didn’t know it himself, Yeohwi’s voice was trembling minutely. He wanted to know what kind of persona he couldn’t become, and what kind of person could penetrate Dowon’s heart and stand by his side. He was jealous, yet he wanted to know desperately.

Because of the foolish hope that if he at least knew the standard, he might be able to mimic it. Or perhaps because he thought he could give up for certain.

Yeohwi pulled back the blanket and looked at Dowon’s back with desperate eyes.

“Since it’s awkward, I’ll tell you mine first. I like people who don’t play around. Not the kind of scum who mocks, deceives, and tricks someone by using their desperation… the kind who only says nice things to your face but only thinks about using you and throwing you away behind your back. A truly decent person.”