[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 120: Touch me please

The men sneered, one of them stepping forward. "This isn’t your business, pal. Get lost if you know what’s good for you."

Ryder just chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, but it is my business. You see, this poor guy here is mine, and I’m not really in the mood to share."

Before they could react, Ryder moved with surprising speed, his playful demeanor dropping as he lunged at them. He threw a punch, landing it squarely on the first man’s jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. The second man tried to retaliate, but Ryder was quicker, delivering a swift kick to his stomach that had him doubling over in pain.

"Come on, guys," Ryder taunted as he dodged a wild swing. "This isn’t a fair fight. You should know better."

It didn’t take long for Ryder to subdue them, his movements precise and efficient, despite the playful jesting that accompanied each strike. The men were no match for him, and soon enough, they were both groaning on the ground, clutching their bruised and battered bodies.

Ryder dusted off his hands, looking down at them with a satisfied smirk. "You boys really picked the wrong guy to mess with. Now, get out of here before I change my mind."

The men scrambled to their feet, limping and stumbling as they fled the washroom. Ryder watched them go, shaking his head in disbelief. "Amateurs," he muttered before turning his attention back to Noah.

Noah was slumped against the wall, his exposed chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His face was brutally flushed, his body trembling as the drugs wreaked havoc on his system. Ryder’s expression softened, and he knelt beside him, gently cupping Noah’s cheek.

"Hey, doll face, you with me?" Ryder asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Noah’s eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. His body felt like it was burning from the inside out, and an unbearable pressure was building in his groin. He let out a pained whimper, his hands twitching as they reached for his own clothes, desperate to relieve the agonizing heat.

"Too hot...I’m too h-hot...It’s burning everywhere," Noah cried out in pain. He started tugging at his pants, trying to get them off, but his hands were clumsy and uncoordinated.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on there," Ryder said, grabbing Noah’s wrists to stop him. "You’re going to regret that when you’re back to normal. Trust me."

But Noah wasn’t listening. The heat was unbearable, his arousal painfully intense, and he just wanted it to stop. He struggled against Ryder’s hold, his hips bucking as he tried to get some kind of friction. "Please...it hurts...I need...I need..."

Ryder cursed under his breath, realising just how bad the situation was. The drugs had done a number on Noah, and his body was reacting in ways that were completely out of his control.

"Okay, just hang in there," Ryder said, while thinking. He kept a firm grip on Noah’s wrists, his other hand gently stroking his hair in an attempt to soothe him. "I’m going to get you out of here, alright? Just hold on."

But Noah was beyond reasoning. His entire body was on fire, his cock throbbing painfully as the drugs amplified every sensation to unbearable levels. He moaned, the sound low and desperate as he tried to rub against Ryder, anything to relieve the pressure.

"Please...help me...need you..." Noah’s voice was a broken whisper, his eyes tearing up as he looked up at Ryder. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Ryder swallowed hard, his heart clenching at the sight of Noah so vulnerable and desperate. He knew he had to do something before Noah did something he’d regret, but he also knew he had to be careful, to not take advantage of the situation.

Ryder carefully guided Noah into the hotel room, keeping a steady hold on him as they crossed the threshold. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, golden hue over the room, creating a quiet, intimate atmosphere that only seemed to amplify the tension simmering between them.

Noah was a mess of conflicting desires and drug-induced need. His normally sharp, piercing eyes were clouded with a haze of desperation, his skin flushed with a feverish glow. The once confident, composed man was now a bundle of raw, uncontrollable lust, his body betraying him at every turn.

Ryder couldn’t help but notice how stunning Noah looked—his chest heaving with each laboured breath, nipples red and hard, his lips parted, and his usually perfectly styled hair now dishevelled and wild while he squirmed.

As Ryder led Noah to the bed, he couldn’t ignore the way Noah’s body moved with a seductive fluidity, even in his current state.

There was something undeniably alluring about the way Noah’s muscles tightened beneath his clothes, the way his hips swayed involuntarily as he struggled to keep his balance. Ryder had found Noah attractive—impossible not to, with his fiery attitude and undeniable presence—but seeing him like this, vulnerable and desperate, stirred something deeper within him.

But this wasn’t the time. Ryder knew that. He had to remind himself that the Noah before him now wasn’t in his right mind; the man was drugged, and his consent was nonexistent.

Despite the way Noah’s body was practically begging for touch, Ryder couldn’t take advantage of the situation. He had his flaws—plenty of them—but taking advantage of someone in this state wasn’t one of them.

Ryder sighed and lowered Noah onto the bed, towering over him. "You’re a real handful, you know that?" Ryder chuckled, trying to keep things playful as he pulled the blanket over Noah’s trembling form. "But as much as I’d love to help you out, you’re going to have to sleep this off. You’ll thank me in the morning for this."

Noah’s hands shot out throwing the blanket and grabbing Ryder’s wrist with surprising strength as he sobbed. "Please...please... I can’t...it’s too much...touch me, do whatever-"

Ryder’s breath caught in his throat at the invitation.

He stared down at Noah, taking in every detail—the way his cries to get fucked increased rapidly, the flush of his cheeks that spread down to his neck, and the way his pupils were blown wide with desire.

Ryder licked his lower lip as his own heart began to thunder. "It’s...I—you, damn it!"