“…Want me to help?”
At those welcome words, he nodded. He wanted to get out of the stifling clothes as quickly as possible. With Delroz’s help, he unfastened the buttons of his top and tossed it aside, then undid his belt. He hastily shed the constricting shell from his body. Even the undergarments that normally felt like a second skin now felt heavy and coarse, like a bundle of straw. He wanted it all off—every last piece.
Delroz’s hands, usually searing hot, felt refreshingly cool. Everywhere they touched his bare skin, the heat seemed to dissipate—only to blaze back stronger. Instinctively, he leaned toward the cooler sensation. As he buried his face in Delroz’s palm, he heard a small breath above his head.
If this went on, he would have to fall into Delroz’s arms. He’d never even imagined it before, but that’s how it would end. He couldn’t hold someone in his arms—not when he couldn’t even lift an arm properly. He couldn’t let himself fall apart like some brainless idiot. And yet, his body kept seeking him out, driven by instinct.
He grabbed Delroz’s thick fingers and brought them to his cheek. The palm that touched him flinched. When it started to pull away, he seized the wrist with both hands. Why was he pulling away now? Delroz had been the one relentlessly pursuing Banteon all this time. And now, at the very moment he became the only one who could save him, he was backing off? A sense of betrayal crept in—one he had no reason to feel, yet couldn’t suppress.
They weren’t in any position to play innocent with each other. Even before his temporary match with Banteon, Delroz had spent the night casually with other Guides—at least a few, from what he’d heard… Ah.
Like a bolt of lightning across a muddled sky, it hit him. He’d momentarily forgotten. The walls Delroz had built, despite saying he liked him. Maybe that aversion now came from the sudden, undeniable reality of being touched by another man. Maybe the guiding-induced attraction had faded, and the naked reality of a male body was finally sinking in.
Banteon’s body was nothing like the soft, tender forms of women. No matter how fine or delicate, it was still angular, hardened by muscle—nothing like theirs. Maybe Delroz was recoiling from that difference, even repulsed.
“So… now that you’re actually seeing a man’s body… is it disgusting?”
“You really say that kind of shit right now?”
Or maybe it was just that he had no other excuse. Delroz’s lips twisted miserably. He shot Banteon a glare, as if to accuse him. But who really had the right to feel wronged here?
Delroz’s voice trembled as he barely managed to hold back what sounded like a storm of emotions.
“Is this… an emergency situation?”
The question came out of nowhere. Through the haze, Banteon remembered. Yes, he had said that to Delroz once—back when he’d dared to lay a hand on him. Unless it was a genuine emergency, he was never to touch him like that again.
And even now, in this situation, he had the nerve to say that. That kind of prudish caution—it was laughable. Who would believe this was the same Delroz who had once been so arrogant and brash? Even through the heat boiling in his head, the corner of Banteon’s lips curled up.
He should’ve known when Delroz had botched that kiss. That’s right—this guy had probably never had a proper relationship. Just casual sex, here and there, during his time as a mercenary. At the Center, he’d probably just taken whoever threw themselves at him.
In a moment where laughter had no place, an involuntary smile twitched on his lips. He forced his arm up and reached for Delroz’s neck. His trembling hand barely touched the collar of that well-worn shirt.
A pointless comment. Without another word, Banteon pulled Delroz in and swallowed his lips. The moment they touched, Delroz reached up like a man possessed, clutching the back of Banteon’s head and pressing down.
His lips attacked like he was going to devour him. The thick tongue that shoved its way in sent shockwaves through his mouth. Licking, sucking, biting—each action sent tingles to the roots of his hair. Only when he was on the verge of suffocating did Delroz finally pull away, his eyes burning with a savage light. The once-delicate gaze had gone completely feral.
Without bothering to unbutton anything, Delroz yanked off his shirt and threw it to the floor. Banteon’s eyes were drawn to his heaving chest and broad, imposing torso. Under the hazy moonlight, the finely chiseled muscles writhed like they were alive. He held his breath as Delroz leaned down.
His hands clenched the sheets with such force they hurt. His entire body trembled, overwhelmed by chaotic sensations. As Delroz’s lips pressed in like they meant to swallow him whole, Banteon writhed and squirmed. A massive hand pinned him firmly in place. The slow descent—from collarbone, to chest, to navel—made his mind spin.
When a hand brushed over his nipple in the process of gripping his waist, his body jolted reflexively.
“Nngh… ahh…”
His wet, dazed gaze lost focus. He clung, eyes pleading, looking up at Delroz with desperate longing. Hurry. End this. His sensitive spots were being licked and stroked, yet the need still went unresolved. Please. Let me go. Free me. Delroz twisted Banteon’s now-erect nipple and ran a palm over his tense abs.
“I asked if the fact I’m a man disgusted you.”
When Delroz’s hot mouth—without a hint of hesitation—took in his fully hardened length, it felt like the entire world blinked out.
“Ah…! Wait—!”
Wet saliva made lewd, squelching sounds as he took him all the way in. The shock made Banteon tremble violently. Delroz pinned his shuddering body down as a thick tongue pressed against the sensitive tip. His eyes felt like they’d burn from the heat.
Delroz had said he’d never done this with a man before, but his boldness left Banteon stunned—and tense. There was no hesitation as he swallowed deeper, drawing a long, guttural moan. Holding Banteon down as he thrashed, Delroz sucked him in to the root. Hands that had been gripping the sheets now reached up to grab his dark hair, fingers clawing through it.
“……!”
Already pushed to the limit, his body came easily. His hips jerked violently as the climax exploded through him, wave after wave of searing sensation. The pleasure was so intense it barely felt like pleasure at all—it was almost too much to bear. Delroz didn’t lift his head until he had swallowed every last drop.
“Why would you… do something so filthy…”
Through the haze, he finally saw himself clearly. His body was still flushed and trembling, chest slick with sweat and rising with every ragged breath. Delroz’s gaze was fixed intently between his legs—where the aftermath of his climax still lingered. Humiliation flared in him belatedly. He tried to pull his legs together, but a solid torso wedged itself between them.
Pressing against Banteon’s thigh, Delroz spoke in a chilling voice.
“Relax. This is just the beginning.”
Just as he said, the heat in Banteon’s lower body hadn’t settled—in fact, blood was surging downward once more. How strong was this drug supposed to be? He bit down on a curse between his teeth and raised an arm to cover his eyes. How had it come to this? The helplessness welled up, bringing tears to his eyes.
Delroz stroked the inside of Banteon’s thigh with his thick fingers, coaxing his legs open even wider. Without hesitation, he rubbed his burning, rigid length and the perineum against him in an overt, obscene manner.
The unfamiliar sensation made Banteon’s thighs tremble faintly. The dull pressure of moist skin sliding against his own climbed all the way to his brain. Delroz’s slowly moving hand paused at the narrow opening before gliding across the tightly closed entrance.
“Nn….”
The foreign sensation caused Banteon’s reflexive kick to graze Delroz’s groin. He felt the heavy, weighty pressure of something between his trembling thighs. Instinctively, he glanced down at Delroz’s lower half. The outline was clear—even through tightly fastened pants, the already fully engorged form bulged ominously.
He’d thought it was absurdly huge when he’d seen it before, and now it loomed grotesquely through the fabric. Could that even fit? His drug-hazed mind spun in disarray.
That thing was supposed to go inside. In a state where even a single finger would be hard to take, it seemed hopelessly daunting. A muffled groan slipped through clenched teeth.
“The drawer…”
There was no way they could proceed as-is. He wanted nothing more than to escape this fucked-up situation, but his drugged, trembling body was far too susceptible to resist. His mind screamed for release, for this hunger to be sated. Still, he had to at least be able to walk afterward. With great effort, Banteon lifted a hand and pointed to the drawer. Delroz yanked the handle roughly, like he meant to tear it off. Inside was a vial of perfumed oil meant for sleep.
Delroz hesitated for a moment at the slick texture coating his hand. But that hesitation lasted only a breath. He poured out the expensive oil until his fingers dripped with it, then pressed one slick digit to Banteon’s entrance and pushed it inside in one swift motion—burying it to the base.
“……!”
Even with just one finger, the sheer sensation of being filled made his whole body tense. It was the first time anything had entered him, but thanks to the heat of the drug and the thick coating of oil, there was fortunately little pain. What he did feel, however, was the explicit sensation of being stretched inside. The wet squelch from behind filled his ears, and his overheated body flushed a deeper red.
The alien intrusion and the twisting motion within made his whole frame jolt helplessly. As his pelvis lifted reflexively, another finger slipped in. The sudden rush of cool air against the newly spread interior made his thighs curl inward. He almost wished it would just end—hoped it would be over in a wild, uncontrollable frenzy. If it had to hurt, so be it. Maybe if Delroz just drove it in and pounded him, this awful drug would wear off. He clenched his teeth and braced himself.
The moment Delroz’s motions grew bolder, everything shifted. As Banteon writhed, his vision flared white and blinked out.
“Ah…!”
His whole body locked up, toes curling tightly. The sharp clarity of the sensation tore through him—pleasure and stimulation too intense to bear. Unlike anything he’d felt from being touched at the front, this new, vivid rush pierced through him under the drug’s thrall. His body begged for more. Stronger. Deeper. Just one more time. One more…
