“…There… ah….”
“Does it feel good here?”
Delroz’s touch grew bolder as he found the spot he was aiming for. Without mercy, his fingers dug into the hypersensitive area, pressing deep. The thick tips stirred inside as if gouging it out. Every time the swollen inner wall was crushed, uncontrollable moans and drool spilled from Banteon’s gaping lips.
Though he had just climaxed, it felt like he was about to come again—his thighs twitched and his insides clenched.
“…Hh… haah…”
His vision flashed white, then turned icy blue. His mind snapped like lightning. Repeated waves of stimulation made his lower back tremble uncontrollably. Biting down hard, he tried to endure the merciless invasion.
It was different from being touched on the outside. The pleasure that spread from within tormented his whole body, but the sharp peak of climax still didn’t come. Banteon grabbed his own leaking front. No matter how sensitive the spot, it was hard for someone experiencing it for the first time to climax just from penetration. Just a little more. Just a bit more, and maybe…
“Let go!”
“You’re being rude.”
Delroz seized Banteon’s hands, pinning both wrists under his massive grip. His body, restrained in an instant, twisted helplessly. Cast away from the edge of climax, the pleasure had nowhere to go and churned violently in his belly.
“Don’t touch yourself when you have a partner.”
“I’m not… ngh… I said I’m not… ah…”
Banteon was different from Delroz’s past partners. It was his first time accepting a man—he couldn’t easily reach climax just from being entered. He wanted to scream at Delroz to stop, to let go, but his bent neck couldn’t produce a sound. His heated, unreleased body trembled in agony as the sensations surged higher.
Tears welled up in his eyes. Once the physical stimulation passed its limit, they spilled uncontrollably.
As Delroz’s fingers kept digging into the same spot, Banteon shook his head desperately and grabbed his forearm in protest. In response, Delroz shoved his fingers in even deeper.
“……!”
His entire body jolted. His untouched cock twitched and bounced on its own. His inner walls convulsed madly, and a dry climax—pleasure without release—melted his spine. Strength drained from his body. His thighs trembled and collapsed limply onto the sheets.
What a brute. All strength and no sense…
He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, when a metallic clink echoed in his ears. Through his hazy vision, he saw the thick cock thrusting out from between Delroz’s loosened pants.
The sheer weight of it pressed down hard. His limp, quivering body tensed up rigidly. It was a size he’d never seen before. The unfamiliar, massive shape snapped his drug-fogged mind into clarity.
He shouldn’t have looked.
If he’d been taken without seeing it, maybe he wouldn’t have felt this level of dread. But now that it had entered his sight, the terrifying thing gleamed as if ready to plunge in at any moment.
Delroz ruthlessly stretched the well-loosened entrance with his fingers and pressed the tip against it. The cold air that entered made Banteon’s thighs tremble. The sensation of the thick, fleshy weight below was undeniable.
“Relax.”
“…Hh…”
The low growl in Delroz’s voice was menacing. The usual composure had vanished from his face. The moment their ends touched and began to press inside, Banteon tried to move, unable to endure the pressure, but Delroz’s hands clamped tightly around his hips, holding him still.
It should’ve been painful. The soaked, swollen entrance made wet, squelching sounds as it was pushed to its limit—yet instead of pain, a new kind of pleasure reared its head. His body, having experienced that overwhelming ecstasy once before, demanded more.
Delroz lowered his head and bit Banteon’s chest. He suckled and teased the sensitive nub, making Banteon’s upper body jolt and the tight grip on his inner muscles weaken for a moment.
As the convulsing inner walls trembled, the massive shaft pushed deep into his body.
“Ah…! Ugh…!”
Banteon threw his head back and screamed. His voice echoed faintly, as if shouting from a distance. He clung to Delroz’s body with all his strength. If he didn’t hold onto something, he felt like he would drown in the terrifying pleasure tearing through his brain.
“Haa…”
Delroz’s breath came in a pleased exhale near his ear. At the same time, his hips began thrusting harshly, sending the prolonged, torturous sensations shooting up Banteon’s spine into his skull. He gripped Delroz’s back tightly, then struck it in frustration. Every time Delroz moved, unbearable pleasure exploded like it was shattering his spine.
“……!”
The pounding thrusts grew stronger, and Banteon’s legs kicked stiffly into the air. The moment of climax—pure release and liberation—rushed in white before his eyes.
“Ah, hh, no, n-no, ah…! Ah!”
When Delroz slammed in and thrust deeply, Banteon’s vision burst white, then faded to black. His lower abdomen convulsed from the climax, the space between his own belly and Delroz’s rock-hard abs slick with fluids. As the drug’s effects slowly dulled, the sensation returned to his trembling limbs down to his toes.
Peeking through half-lidded eyes, he could just make out the soft blue glow of the dawn moon filtering through the window—and beneath it, Delroz’s face smiling in satisfaction.
Beast. Sure, Banteon had been the one to ask for help, but still—was this really necessary?
His silent resentment went unheard as Banteon’s consciousness sank like spilled ink into darkness.
***
His sluggish mind began to return. He couldn’t even tell where his hands were until his fingers finally moved—his whole body had gone numb. The moment he opened his eyes, only one thought filled his head.
‘That damn beast.’
As he tried to shift his stiff, creaking body, resentment surged within him. He already knew Delroz had no middle ground, had experienced it enough to be sick of it, and yet he was the one who lit the fire. It was his own fault for taking the drug and clinging to him, but the bitterness wouldn’t go away.
So this is how it ends. From the moment he first signed the contract with Delroz, that fear he’d buried deep in his chest had finally come true.
It wasn’t as horrific as he’d imagined, not that it meant it was okay. It was just… bitter. That reality he’d desperately avoided turned out to be neither catastrophic nor liberating—it just left him feeling strangely empty. A hard-to-name blend of disillusionment and, perhaps, even relief lingered in his chest.
Groaning, he pushed through the unfamiliar pain of his body and only then did the room come into focus.
Bright light flooded the space through the wide window. The pale gray carpet glowed with sunlight, bathing the entire room in a soft luminance. A breeze, crisp with early winter air, gently swept over the thick blankets.
The sensation under his palms was soft. Despite the exhaustion, his body felt oddly fresh—none of the stickiness he expected. Just last night, his body had been soaked to the point of dripping sweat. He wondered at the sudden cleanliness just as the door to the hallway opened.
“You’re awake.”
The brute walked in without knocking, fully dressed in stark contrast to Banteon’s naked state. Delroz’s face seemed unusually radiant.
“How’s your condition? Any lingering effects from the drug?”
The drug’s influence had long worn off. All that remained were the red marks tattooed across his body and the residual aches. He gave a bitter laugh at the polite inquiry from someone who’d treated his body like a wild animal all night. This was the same man asking about his condition now.
“…Thought you were going to devour me whole.”
“I did try to hold back.”
Delroz, undeterred by the sarcasm, walked over and tossed something onto the bed. Banteon’s terminal—left behind in the study last night. He’d been too out of it to keep track of it then.
As memories of last night resurfaced, his brow furrowed. The last thing he remembered was Keslan, covered in blood, collapsing. What now? He was wondering just that when Delroz’s hand suddenly came down on his forehead.
“You’ve still got a bit of a fever.”
Just as he said, a low warmth was pulsing throughout his body. Still, considering he hadn’t lost his mind, he figured he should be grateful the aftereffects were this mild. Delroz pulled the blanket up to Banteon’s neck and gently stroked it. The area he touched throbbed. He didn’t even need to look to know it was probably red and raw.
“You’re a mess.”
“Thanks to someone who doesn’t know how to go easy.”
At his pointed reply, Delroz turned his gaze away—and Banteon noticed the tips of his ears had flushed pale pink. Even as he lay there, still aching, seeing that clear mark of satisfaction made his mood swing strangely between irritation and something else. That warm red energy surrounding Delroz’s entire frame—it was the unmistakable glow of a man basking in post-orgasmic contentment.
“…Haa…”
As he tried to move his waist, a groan slipped out before he could stop it. Delroz’s thick hand patted his back like it was some kind of treatment, but it wasn’t welcome in the least. What started as a gentle caress lingered longer and longer against bare skin, making Banteon’s back muscles flinch in irritation.
‘If you had a shred of conscience, you wouldn’t touch someone clearly in pain.’ Clicking his tongue inwardly, he asked:
“Keslan?”
“That’s your first question? You’re still worried about that brat?”
“Is he dead?”
It wasn’t worry. Any emotional attachment to Keslan had been severed a long time ago. He only asked because, if Keslan was dead, then the cleanup would be his problem.
At the question, Delroz’s brow furrowed tightly, his lips twisting as he spoke.
“He’s alive. Unfortunately.”
“Good to know.”
“You’re still—”
“Don’t misunderstand. I was going to end things with Keslan anyway. I asked because there’s more cleanup if he’s dead.”
No idiot would still pity him after what happened. If he’s alive, then getting a confession and punishing him would be much easier. Dead men can’t explain their crimes. Cleaning things up would be far simpler this way.
Delroz gave Banteon a suspicious glance, then turned his body away.
“You won’t be seeing me for a while.”
“Why?”
“I’ll handle the aftermath. You don’t need to concern yourself.”
