[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 121: Fuck this!

Noah looked utterly fuckable, every inch of him a tantalising invitation. It took every ounce of Ryder’s self-control to keep from giving in, from pressing Noah down into the mattress and taking what he so desperately wanted.

But he couldn’t do that. He knew that this wasn’t the real Noah speaking—it was the drugs, twisting his mind and body into a state of insatiable need. Ryder swallowed hard, shaking his head slightly as he gently pried Noah’s fingers off his wrist.

"Listen, doll face, I know you’re feeling like this right now, but this isn’t you talking. It’s the drugs. And as much as you think you want this, you don’t. Not really," Ryder said softly, his voice filled with an uncharacteristic tenderness. "I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you, because believe me, I do. But not like this, okay? Not when you’re not yourself."

Noah wasn’t listening. He tugged at Ryder’s hand again, his grip weak but insistent. His eyes were filled with tears, the desperation in them almost too much for Ryder to bear. "Please, Ryder...I need...I can’t take it..."

Ryder clenched his jaw, trying to keep his own desires in check. He’d never seen Noah like this—so helpless, so needy—and it was tearing him apart. But he had to stay strong, for both their sakes.

"Noah, you’re going to regret this if you don’t stop," Ryder said, his tone a mix of firmness and concern. "I’m not going to touch you like this. I can’t. So please, just try to relax, okay? You’re going to feel better soon."

But Noah wasn’t hearing it. His hands were trembling as he reached for the hem of his own shirt, trying to tug it off in a desperate bid to relieve the painful heat that was devouring him. "P-please... I can’t...it hurts... it hurts so much..."

Ryder’s heart twisted in his chest. He wanted to help Noah, to do something—anything—to ease his pain, but giving in wasn’t the answer. So, he did the only thing he could think of. He gently grabbed Noah’s hands, stopping him from ripping his clothes off, and held them against his chest. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Hey, look at me," Ryder commanded. But Noad didn’t listen and instead began to touch and rub his cock.

Noah was a mess of desperation, every inch of his body aching for relief that he couldn’t seem to find. He was drenched in sweat, his skin burning hot to the touch, and every nerve in his body was on fire. Noah’s back arched off the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to ease the agonising pressure building within him. He had already stripped off all his clothes, his hands desperately working his cock, but it wasn’t enough.

"Angh-ah!" His whimpers filled the room, the sound echoing off the walls as he writhed in torment. His body was no longer his own, driven by the drug-fueled lust that coursed through his veins. Every movement, every touch was an agony of need that only grew with each passing second.

Ryder stood at the edge of the bed, watching in awe as Noah’s normally composed demeanour crumbled before him.

Still, it was impossible to ignore the sight before him. Noah’s body was a vision of raw, untamed beauty—his muscles tensing and flexing with each futile attempt to find release. His cock was hard and angry, and no matter how hard Noah tried, he couldn’t seem to bring him the relief he so desperately craved. Ryder’s mouth went dry as he watched, his own body reacting despite his best intentions.

Unable to stand by any longer, Ryder knelt beside Noah, his hands trembling as he reached out to cup Noah’s face. "Noah, I’m going to get some help, okay? Just hold on—"

But before Ryder could even move, Noah’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. With a desperate whine, Noah pulled Ryder down on top of him, grinding his hard cock against Ryder’s thigh. The sudden contact made Ryder freeze, his eyes widening in shock as he realised what was happening. Noah’s hips bucked beneath him, seeking the friction that his own hand couldn’t provide, and Ryder felt his heart skip a beat.

"Noah, stop," Ryder tried to say, his voice shaky as he attempted to pull away without hurting him. But Noah wasn’t having it. His arms circled around Ryder’s neck, holding him close, and he buried his face in Ryder’s neck, his breath hot against Ryder’s neck. Noah finally breathed in some relief, rubbing his hot face against Ryder’s skin which turned cold in nervousness.

"Hanghh...yesss...touch me m-more," Noah moaned, aggressively moving his hips and rubbing his whole body against Ryder’s. And soon he was able to come.

But he was still hard. It was far from enough.

Ryder’s heart twisted in his chest at the sound of Noah’s voice against his ear. It was making him so damn horny and hard to resist. The lust in his eyes from Noah’s unintentional seduction was oozing painfully.

He wanted to do something to ease Noah’s suffering, but he knew that giving in wasn’t the answer. Yet, how could he deny Noah when he was in so much pain? The drugs had taken over, and Noah was no longer thinking clearly. But Ryder couldn’t just stand by and watch him suffer.

He sighed, pressing his forehead against Noah’s. "You have no idea how much I want to help you right now. But I don’t want you to regret this in the morning."

Noah only tightened his grip, his body writhing beneath Ryder’s as he ground his hips up asking for more. His sobs were heart-wrenching, and Ryder could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

Ryder closed his eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming urge to give in. With a resigned sigh, Ryder stroked Noah’s hair gently, trying to soothe him as best he could. "I hope...I hope you won’t hate me for this later."

Noah’s only response was another desperate sob, his hands clinging to Ryder as if he were a lifeline. Ryder took a deep breath.

Carefully, Ryder shifted his position, trying to give Noah the friction he craved.

"Fuck this!"