[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 133: He came back (M)

Noah’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he opened the door and saw Ryder standing there. He had half expected Ryder wouldn’t come back, especially after the awkward way he had left earlier. Noah felt a wave of confusion wash over him, but excitement quickly followed. Ryder had returned. Maybe this meant something—maybe this was the moment he’d been waiting for.

But there was something off in Ryder’s expression, a seriousness in his eyes that made Noah’s stomach churn with nerves. His hand tightened around the edge of the door as Ryder stepped inside, his presence heavy, his usual easy smile nowhere in sight. Noah’s breath hitched. He could feel it—the weight of what was about to come.

"I’m here to give you my answer," Ryder said, his voice firm, almost emotionless.

Noah felt his heart race, his fingers trembling where they gripped the door. This is it, he thought, he’s finally going to say it. But why did it feel like the mood had gotten heavier? Why was there a knot in his chest, twisting tighter with each passing second?

Noah nodded slowly, his throat too dry to speak. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, his thoughts spinning out of control. What if he says no? The fear surged through him, stronger than he expected. What if Ryder doesn’t feel the same?

But before he could think any further, before he could prepare himself for whatever Ryder was about to say, Ryder’s lips were on his—fast, desperate, and rough. The suddenness of it made Noah’s mind go blank for a moment, his heart skipping a beat. His body reacted instantly, leaning into Ryder’s kiss, his hands instinctively reaching for Ryder’s shoulders as the kiss deepened.

This...this is it, Noah thought, his heart soaring. This is his answer, right? Otherwise why would he come back and kiss me?. The intensity of the kiss, the way Ryder was pulling him closer, it all had to mean something. Noah’s chest tightened in a way that was both painful and euphoric. He could feel Ryder’s need, the desperation behind every touch, every press of lips.

He feels it too, Noah convinced himself. This is Ryder’s way of saying yes.

The kiss was so overwhelming, so consuming, that it was all Noah could focus on. His mind raced with the possibilities—maybe Ryder couldn’t say it out loud, but this kiss...this was his way of showing it. Ryder was finally admitting that what they had was more than just casual sex, more than just a physical connection. He had come back to Noah. He had come back with an answer.

We’re more than friends with benefits, Noah thought, his heart fluttering in his chest. His fingers curled around the fabric of Ryder’s shirt, holding him close as if this kiss were the confirmation he had been waiting for. This kiss means something. It has to.

The way Ryder kissed him—so passionately, so hungrily—it made Noah’s mind spin. He couldn’t think straight. All he knew was that he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to believe this was real, that this kiss was Ryder’s answer to his confession.

But deep down, something gnawed at him. A small, creeping doubt that tried to push through the haze of euphoria. Why hadn’t Ryder said anything? Why was he kissing him instead of speaking? But Noah shoved the thought aside, burying it under the warmth spreading through his chest.

No, this is enough. This kiss is enough. Ryder didn’t need to say anything when his actions were so clear.

Noah’s heart raced, his chest filling with hope as the kiss deepened. His thoughts were a blur, all centering around one idea—Ryder wants this too.

His breath caught in his throat when Ryder pinched his hips, lifting him up with ease and carrying him towards the bed. Noah let out a gasp as his back hit the mattress, Ryder’s strong, familiar hands tugging his pants and boxers off. Noah’s heart was pounding in his chest, his cheeks flushed as he watched Ryder strip his clothes off. There was an intense look in Ryder’s eyes, a fire burning that Noah had never seen before. He felt his stomach twist with desire, a shiver running down his spine.

Ryder looked almost...predatory, his gaze dark and hungry. Noah’s mind went blank as Ryder leaned over him, capturing his lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over Noah’s body, touching, exploring, claiming. Noah felt his skin heat up, his body arching into Ryder’s touch. The feeling was intoxicating, sending a rush of arousal through him.

Ryder’s fingers danced across his skin, teasing, caressing, until they wrapped around his aching cock, stroking him in a steady rhythm. Noah let out a soft moan, his head falling back against the pillow as Ryder worked his cock with expert precision.

"R-Ryder..." Noah gasped out, his chest tightening at the sensation of Ryder’s strong, calloused hand stroking his length.

"Hmm?" Ryder breathed out, his lips grazing against Noah’s neck.

Noah swallowed thickly, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly. He wanted to say it—he wanted to say those words he’d been holding back for so long. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"Y-you love me, right?" Noah stammered out while looking at him with hopes.

Ryder froze, his grip loosening slightly around Noah’s cock. Noah’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, his breath hitching as he waited for an answer.

Then he saw a smile on Ryder’s face. A smile that sent a shiver down his spine.

Relief flooded through Noah, a sigh escaping his lips. He loves me too, Noah thought, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

Another answer Ryder gave was kissing down Noah’s chest. Noah let out a whimper as Ryder’s lips trailed lower and lower, leaving a path of kisses and gentle bites on his skin. His mind was reeling, his body humming with pleasure.

He loves me, Noah repeated in his head. He loves me.

Then Ryder’s tongue was on his cock, hot and wet, and Noah lost the ability to think clearly. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. He gripped the sheets tighter, his body writhing under Ryder’s touch.

"A-ah, Ryder...!"

Noah could barely breathe as Ryder took him into his mouth, sucking him hard. It was too much, too fast, and Noah knew he wasn’t going to last long. But Ryder didn’t seem to care, his hands firmly grasping Noah’s hips, holding him in place.

"P-please," Noah begged, his voice coming out as a desperate whine.

Ryder didn’t respond, his lips wrapped tightly around Noah’s cock. But Noah could feel the way Ryder was looking at him, could see the desire and longing in his eyes. And it was that look that finally pushed Noah over the edge, sending him spiralling into a sea of pleasure. His body tensed, his hips arching up as he came, his cock pulsing in Ryder’s mouth.

Noah collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His mind was still spinning, his body buzzing with pleasure. It had been a while since they had sex, and even longer since it had been this intense. Though Noah’s cock was in Ryder’s mouth a few hours ago, the sensation seemed to be fresh as Ryder was still working on him.

Ryder’s tongue lapped up every drop, cleaning him up before sitting back on his heels. Noah let out a quiet groan, his legs feeling weak and shaky. He couldn’t help but admire Ryder’s strong, toned body, his eyes trailing down leading to his cock. It was then that he noticed Ryder was still hard, his cock straining against his boxers.

But Ryder didn’t give him any time to think or breathe as he lowered himself again, and pushed Noah’s hips up bringing Noah’s twitching red hole into view.

Noah felt a shiver run down his spine, his cheeks flushing pink as he realized what Ryder was about to do. The way Ryder was looking at him—so intently, so hungrily—made Noah’s heart race. He swallowed thickly, his stomach twisting with anticipation.

Ryder darted his tongue out and licked along the rim, a long, broad stroke. Noah let out a soft moan, his eyelids fluttering closed as he felt Ryder’s tongue swirl around his entrance.

Ryder’s tongue felt so good against his skin, his hands squeezing his ass tightly as he spread his cheeks apart, licking deeper. Noah felt his muscles relax, his body sinking into the mattress as Ryder’s tongue dipped inside him. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt, a strange mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

Ryder’s tongue was soft and warm, teasing his sensitive rim, and Noah found himself getting lost in the feeling. His cock was already half-hard again, his body reacting to the intense pleasure.

"Ah, Ryder..." Noah gasped, his toes curling as Ryder’s tongue pressed deeper, exploring his insides.

Ryder hummed softly, his fingers digging into Noah’s skin. Noah felt a shiver run down his spine, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel himself growing harder, his body responding to the stimulation.

The way Ryder ate him out, it was almost as if he was making love to his hole, and Noah felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. His cock twitched, his mind going blank as Ryder continued to explore his body, tasting every inch of him.

Then, without warning, Ryder pulled back a trail of saliva connecting his tongue to Noah’s twitching entrance. Noah’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"R-Ryder...what...?" Noah whispered, his breath coming out in shallow gasps.

Ryder didn’t answer, his gaze locked on Noah’s exposed entrance. His fingers danced along the rim, teasing him, before sliding a finger inside. Noah felt his breath hitch, his muscles clenching around the intrusion.

Ryder’s finger curled, brushing against Noah’s prostate, making him shudder. Noah’s eyelids fluttered, his body trembling with pleasure. The way Ryder looked at him, it made him feel so vulnerable, so exposed.

"R-Ryder...ah," Noah moaned, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath.