He reached out with both arms as if welcoming the approaching figure. Water rippled and splashed as their bare bodies collided. At the same time, Delroz’s massive upper body cast a shadow that spilled over Banteon.
Even as he yanked him roughly, Delroz’s embrace held a cautious tenderness. Like a beast sinking its fangs into its prey, his lips clamped down on Banteon’s neck, then jaw, collarbone, and chest as if he would devour him whole.
“Ugh… hngh…”
As Delroz bit and sucked on his chest, now soft and pliant from the warmth of the water, a breath escaped Banteon before he could suppress it. A sharp, electric jolt surged through his body. Delroz licked his way up Banteon’s slick, naked torso, now lifted out of the spring, until his tongue traced along his navel and lower abdomen. Banteon’s hand, gripping the back of that hard skull now buried below, trembled from the stimulation.
“S-So… good…”
“……”
Delroz muttered a curse under his breath, barely audible, then reached for the robe set aside nearby. He unfolded it in one sweep, threw it roughly onto the dry marble, and laid Banteon down on top of it.
Now suddenly lying fully exposed beneath the sun, Banteon instinctively clutched at the edges of the robe.
“Here? You want to do it here?”
He had only meant to stir the mood a bit before heading back to the bedroom, but something felt off. The marble beneath his back was hard—no matter how soft the robe, it couldn’t mask the unforgiving surface.
“Trying to run again?”
Was this really the same person who, just moments ago, had fussed over Banteon like he was a fragile patient? Now Delroz was looking down at him with a hunger-filled gaze, thick with menace.
“…No.”
What was there to worry about, really? No one ever came here. They could wash up right after. It’s fine—he convinced himself. But that fleeting thought vanished the moment Delroz pressed against him again.
Delroz leaned down, licking from Banteon’s toes upward, his mouth tracing every inch of skin. As his hands moved, Banteon’s thighs spread wide under the sunlight. The wet skin peeled apart with a faint squelch, and Banteon’s face flushed at the obscene sound that betrayed his shameless state.
Even with patches of shade from overhead branches, the openness of the space, with nothing to cover him, was strangely arousing. Delroz’s eyes slid upward, grazing across Banteon’s most vulnerable spot.
“Uuh…”
Between his legs, where the flesh was slightly parted—realizing exactly where Delroz had looked, Banteon’s shoulders flinched.
‘This is kind of embarrassing.’
But if he backed out now, that stubborn brute might take it the wrong way. Even suggesting they move to the bedroom might sound like an excuse. Just go along with it this once. Next time, insist we keep it indoors…
“Ah!”
The moment his body reacted instinctively, Delroz’s firm grip caught him. Having licked his way up Banteon’s calves and thighs, Delroz now pushed his face between his legs.
It wasn’t the swollen tip he aimed for, but deeper—hidden inside. A slippery tongue, still damp with the hot spring’s water, slipped in and stirred his insides.
As the tongue’s movements grew bolder, Banteon’s hand, which had reached out to stop him, faltered midair. He pressed a palm over his own face. His entire body shook under the intensity of sensation.
“Hngh… hha…”
Shame and pleasure tangled together, a trail of unsuppressed saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Delroz’s tongue gently prodded places Banteon hadn’t expected him to touch at all, igniting heat across his flushed cheeks. Fingers slid around his slick entrance, pressing in alongside the tongue, stretching him open. As the tongue probed deeper, smooth and relentless, Banteon’s hips twisted.
The wet, obscene squelching made his face burn. Delroz licked along the folds of Banteon’s inner walls, fingers prying the ridges apart as his tongue explored further. Unable to hold back, Banteon’s thighs trembled shamefully. When Delroz slipped his fingers into the now fully loosened hole and began to pump them inside, Banteon couldn’t take it anymore.
“S-Stop…”
His voice trembled, but the fingers buried deep only moved rougher in response. Banteon’s cock, already hard and aching without a single touch, looked ready to burst. Eyes clenched shut, he braced for the inevitable climax.
But just before he reached the edge, Delroz’s weight—seemingly fused to him—suddenly lifted. Confused, Banteon opened his eyes to find Delroz standing, face flushed and backlit by the sun. His brows were furrowed, golden eyes shimmering with unchecked lust.
Delroz tipped over a nearby basket, rummaging until he found a small brown bottle. With a flick of his wrist, he twisted it open and flung the cap away, then poured the cold liquid straight over Banteon’s body. It splashed from between his thighs all the way up his torso, a jolt running through him from the sudden chill against his overheated skin.
Still trembling from the earlier assault, Banteon rubbed at the slick trail that ran down his arm. A viscous, slippery fluid oozed between his fingers—it was massage oil, poured straight from the bottle.
“This is…”
Before he could even protest—Isn’t this too much? What are we supposed to do when I’m this slippery?—Delroz shoved him down roughly, pinning him in place. Locking Banteon’s waist with a tight grip, he drove his arousal into him without hesitation.
“…Ah…!”
Under the blazing sun, the cock that already looked larger than usual thrust in to the hilt. Banteon’s thoroughly relaxed body and the added slickness of the oil offered no resistance; there was nothing to buffer the ruthless penetration. Spread wide, the pressure crashed into his most sensitive spot, and Banteon writhed, clutching desperately at the edge of the robe.
‘Crazy bastard. Said I was a patient… Said he had to be gentle because I was a patient…!’
“Ah… ngh… hnnn…”
He couldn’t even make a sound—just choked, gasping, his body thrashing. His hands, slick with oil, slid uselessly across Delroz’s skin, offering no resistance. No matter how desperately he tried to push him away, all he did was smear more oil across Delroz’s rock-solid abs, making him gleam even more under the sun.
Each time Banteon’s sensitive inner walls trembled, Delroz’s brow furrowed deeper. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to rein in his fading reason. The excess oil coated them both from head to toe, leaving no traction—Banteon’s thighs clinging to Delroz’s waist, his feet kicking against the floor—nothing moved the way it was supposed to. With his insides slicked and saturated, he couldn’t even resist; every thrust landed with full intensity, unbuffered, unfiltered.
His walls, forcibly pried open, spasmed like they’d been struck by lightning. They clamped down again uncontrollably, then convulsed, squeezing Delroz’s cock with each wave. The violent rhythm was so intense even Banteon could feel it himself, and he gasped, voice catching with each short breath, his body writhing in helpless pleasure.
“…I’m sorry.”
That quiet apology, murmured between clenched lips, was all Delroz offered before gripping Banteon’s slick waist and driving in deeper. The muscles in Banteon’s calves tensed, his toes stretched out and curled again.
Delroz’s cock pressed deeper still, grinding against the innermost spot. And with that brief apology as his only warning, he began to pound into him mercilessly. Banteon lost all rhythm, flailing and pleading.
No—no… He couldn’t even speak; his voice wouldn’t come out. He shook his head instead. Whatever restraint Delroz had shown earlier had long since evaporated. And despite Banteon’s desperate refusal, Delroz didn’t stop. He pulled out nearly to the tip—then slammed back in to the hilt in a single thrust.
“……Hh—! Aaah…!”
The overwhelming sensation hit so hard it shot straight to his brain, white-hot and blinding. It felt like a sunburst exploding behind his eyes, more brilliant than even the midday sun overhead. Clenching fists, gritting teeth, he couldn’t stop the orgasm that seized his body.
“Aaah… ngh…”
The climax crashed through him like a wave, leaving his limbs heavy, his body spent. Then came the molten heat spreading inside him, drawing a violent tremor from his thighs.
He couldn’t even wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth. His whole body shook. A gentle hand touched his forehead. Delroz, brushing aside Banteon’s sweat-matted hair, leaned in and kissed his cheek tenderly. As his lips drew away, they curved into a quiet smile.
‘There. He’s satisfied now…’
Just as Banteon’s resentment—fueled by desperation and exhaustion—was beginning to fade, he felt it again: the slow, ominous shift of weight from below.
“Delroz…?”
“Sorry.”
Delroz kissed his cheek again and gripped his waist firmly.
‘Wait. No. ‘Sorry’ isn’t gonna fix this…!’
Before Banteon could even voice his protest, Delroz’s tongue slipped into his mouth. Thick and invasive, it filled him completely. At the same time, that familiar, ruthless mass below began to push in again, dragging across his overly sensitive walls.
He struggled at the renewed pressure, but Delroz only lifted his hips and sank in deeper. Pinned beneath that massive frame, Banteon had no choice but to bury his face in Delroz’s chest and let out another broken moan.
***
Was it lucky—or unlucky?
Thanks to their rough tumble in the overflowing hot spring, the oil washed off relatively easily. Naturally, it wasn’t Banteon, limp and draped like a curtain, who cleaned it off himself—it was Delroz.
Once the oil had been rinsed from every inch of him and his grip returned, Banteon reached out and pinched Delroz’s smooth cheek with all the annoyance he could muster. Delroz, of course, just smiled, saying nothing, and continued scrubbing him down like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And yet, seeing that dumb expression, Banteon found himself smiling back.
Maybe he really was turning into an idiot too.
Once every last trace of oil had been washed away and a fresh bathrobe was on, Delroz even dried Banteon’s hair with careful attention. Then, wrapping him gently in his arms, he carried him away. Banteon remembered that much clearly—everything up to that point.
But the moment his head hit the bed, the rest went completely blank.
