[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 122: Doll face

Ryder’s breath caught in his throat as he took off his own clothes and sank back onto the mattress, his back resting against the bed, feeling every muscle in his body tense with anticipation. The weight of Noah’s body settling into his lap sent a surge of heat through him, making his skin craving with desire. He never would have guessed that Noah, with his small frame, could feel so heavy and grounding against him, but it only added to the vigour of the lust.

Noah wasted no time and began to move his hips, grinding it against Ryder’s cock. Ryder couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly their bodies fit together. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, made to be entwined in this passionate dance.

Trying to maintain some semblance of control, Ryder clenched and unclenched his fist behind his back, desperate to hold himself back from pouncing on Noah. He kept his hands there, that way he wouldn’t be able to touch Noah.

But the way Noah’s hips moved against his own, the way their cocks rubbed together with delicious friction, made it increasingly difficult to resist Noah’s unknowing seduction.

With each passing moment, Ryder felt himself losing the battle against his raging desires. The pleasure coursing through him was too intense, too addictive. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

Noah was lost in his own world, his fingers digging into Ryder’s shoulder as if he feared he would disappear. The fierce friction between them ignited a wildfire of pleasure within Noah, causing him to gasp and whimper with need. He was completely consumed by the overwhelming sensations, his body moving instinctively driven by the insatiable hunger that the drugs had awoken.

Ryder could feel his self-control slipping away as Noah got closer to him and grinded against him, his throbbing erection pressing against Ryder’s own. A low hiss escaped Ryder’s parted lips as the friction between them heated, igniting a fiery desire deep within him that could not be ignored. Noah seemed desperate, he wanted this pleasure, in every way possible.

It was both pitiful and incredibly arousing to witness how desperately he moved, his body seeking something it couldn’t fully grasp.

"Damn it, doll face," Ryder murmured through gritted teeth, his voice strained with frustration and concern. "You’re so reckless. You have no idea what kind of danger you’re putting yourself in. What if someone else had found you instead of me? Someone who wouldn’t care about your well-being?"

"Angh!" Noah let out a strangled whimper, his entire body coiled with tension as he chased the elusive release he so desperately craved.

Ryder, feeling the need for more control, nudged Noah’s hips lightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from the smaller man. "If you’re going to do this," he growled, his voice dripping with desire, "do it right." His dark eyes bore into Noah’s, commanding and demanding all at once. "Take them both," he ordered, his voice low and velvety. "Wrap that pretty hand around our cocks and rub them together."

Noah’s breath caught in his throat, his hand hovering hesitantly above their throbbing lengths. But then, as if guided by the intense heat between them, his hand descended and trembling fingers encircled both their erections. The sensation of skin against skin sent shivers down his spine as he began to stroke them together, following Ryder’s lead. Ryder’s cock was equally hot and angry, and it barely fit in his hand. Yet, it was extremely blissful to rub it against his own dick.

Every movement brought them closer to the edge, closer to that sweet release they both craved.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that." Ryder’s hips jerked up slightly, forcing more friction and screams from Noah, the head of his cock leaking against Noah’s. "You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you?"

Noah moaned softly, the sound making Ryder’s cock pulse painfully. Noah’s grip was tight but unsure, and Ryder couldn’t help but guide him. "Move your hand. Rub them together, Noah. I want to feel you stroking me while you grind that tight little ass against me."

Noah’s breath hitched as he did as Ryder instructed, rubbing their cocks together and feeling the unbearable joy of heaven. Ryder hissed, biting down on his lip. "That’s it...faster," he urged, his voice low and strained.

He couldn’t help it anymore. Noah was too irresistible.

Ryder grabbed Noah’s wrist, forcing him to stroke harder and faster, the two cocks slick and swollen in Noah’s hand. The pleasure was intolerable, and Ryder knew he wasn’t going to last long. "Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, Noah," Ryder growled, his eyes locked on Noah’s as they rutted against each other, their movements growing more and more frenzied.

"So close... I’m so close..." Noah’s whimpers were driving him wild, and Ryder couldn’t stop the words from escaping his lips.

"You want cum, baby? You want to cum all over me?"

"Y-yes!" Noah gasped, his hips jerking uncontrollably as his body responded to the filthiness of Ryder’s words.

With a feral growl, Noah tightened his grip, his fingers digging into Ryder’s flesh as his climax surged through him, the force of it nearly knocking the breath from his lungs. He cried out, his back arching as he spurted thick ropes of cum all over himself and Ryder, covering his belly and chest in sticky white streaks.

The sight of Noah’s body, slick with sweat and flushed with pleasure, pushed Ryder over the edge. His own orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, every muscle in his body tensing and releasing in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck yes," he hissed, his hips jerking violently as he coated Noah’s cock and balls with his own cum. The scent of their combined arousal filled the air, driving them both further into a state of feverish desire.

Noah’s body continued to convulse as he came again and again, lost in the rapture of pleasure. Ryder watched him with hungry eyes, unable to resist the urge to touch and taste every inch of him.

But before he could act on those urges, the drugs began to wear off and Noah collapsed onto Ryder’s chest, panting heavily. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over with pleasure.

Ryder couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. "See, you really are a greedy little slut."

Noah looked up from his drunken haze, his eyes still sparkling with desire. Slowly, the intense heat between them began to dissipate as reality set back in. Ryder gulped nervously, trying to look away from Noah’s alluring gaze that seemed to consume him completely.

Noah’s appearance was a complete disaster. His once neatly styled hair was now a wild mess, sticking out in all directions. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen from tears, his cheeks stained with dried tracks of salty liquid. His body was slick with sweat and various other fluids, giving him an almost ethereal sheen in the dimly lit room.

He lay there, a perfect representation of debauchery, and Ryder couldn’t help but feel drawn to him despite the chaos surrounding him.

"Ryder..." Noah’s voice was weak but pleading, causing Ryder to turn his gaze back to him.

"So now you realize it’s me," Ryder smirked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. "You–mmfgh!"

However, before he could say anything else, Noah leaned forward and captured his lips in a desperate kiss. The contrast of Noah’s soft and wet lips against Ryder’s rough ones sent shivers down his spine. He could feel Noah’s arms wrap around his neck as their bodies pressed together, a mix of warmth and electricity igniting between them.

Ryder’s mind went blank, his eyes wide with shock as he felt Noah’s lips pressed against his. The unexpected kiss sent his thoughts spiraling, tumbling over themselves in a jumbled mess. But he couldn’t bring himself to kiss back, instead, he pushed Noah away and broke the kiss with a gasp. "What are you doing?"

It was Ryder’s first kiss, and he had always prided himself on not being the type to engage in romantic displays of affection. He hates kisses or any kind of feelings that suggests romantic and intimating actions.

But something about Noah made him question all of that. What the hell was that? What the hell is happening?

Ryder was speechless, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the right words to express what he was feeling. His heart raced in his chest, and his palms grew clammy as he tried to make sense of it all.

But before he could say anything, Noah’s head fell onto his chest, soft breaths escaping his parted lips as he succumbed to slumber. Ryder let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"This is going to be one hell of a conversation when you wake up," he muttered to himself, gazing down at the peaceful expression on Noah’s face. "Doll face."