“Aah…! Hng….”
Banteon’s body trembled uncontrollably and collapsed, unable to endure the erection buried deep and firmly lodged in his most sensitive spot. Even without a single thrust, his hips, twitching and convulsing on their own, jerked violently as sticky semen spurted out. At the peak of climax, when his mind went completely blank, his gaze locked with Delroz’s.
Golden eyes, which had been watching him with satisfaction, narrowed in amusement.
Only then did Delroz’s cock, which had remained rigid like a wall despite Banteon’s desperate pleading, begin to withdraw—roughly scraping the inner walls as it pulled out. As the folds inside were dragged along, Banteon’s back jerked, and in that moment, the hot flesh slammed back in even deeper, as if trying to reclaim its original place.
“……!”
The jolt to his hypersensitive body left Banteon speechless, unable even to scream. His head snapped back, breath caught in his throat. His vision, which had gone white, turned black, then flashed again and returned to a brilliant white. With his eyes wide open, unable to even exhale, he quivered from head to toe. And then, once more, he trembled as hot liquid flooded his spasming insides.
Delroz gently embraced his sweat-soaked back, his hand slowly stroking Banteon’s shimmering silver hair. Banteon, lacking even the strength to lift his head, buried his face into that large palm, panting faintly. Even though he knew that hand belonged to the very person who had wrung him out like this, his body melted into it—as if there was no one else in the world he could rely on.
“You okay?”
“…….”
‘You still had the mental clarity to ask that, and yet you pushed me all the way to the edge?’ There were plenty of things he could say, but he didn’t have the energy left to argue. The lingering sensation still zinging through his fingertips made it hard to focus.
“Ugh…”
When he tried to open his mouth to speak, only breathless sounds escaped as he struggled to catch his breath. Banteon looked up with half-lidded eyes at those golden irises gazing down at him. Framed against the dim bedside lamp, Delroz’s features were faint, but there was no hiding the deep satisfaction etched into his face.
Banteon, who had just moments ago wanted to grab him by the collar and curse him out, ended up asking a different question.
“…You look happy.”
His words, laced with weariness and the resentment from his still-trembling lower belly, made Delroz grin broadly.
“If you want me to show you with my body, I could explain it in much more detail.”
“Mm, I get it. No need to explain.”
If he heard any more, Banteon’s body wouldn’t survive. Even though his health had been improving rapidly, continuing this kind of physical relationship would only land him back in bed. As Banteon firmly refused, Delroz chuckled and, with practiced ease, carried his limp body toward the bathroom. Banteon rested his head helplessly against Delroz’s broad chest.
Having climaxed several times, his body was a soggy wreck—it was hard to even move a finger. Letting his muscles go slack, he allowed Delroz to hold him as they stepped into the bathroom, where a wall-length mirror reflected their image. Banteon, completely spent and limp in Delroz’s arms, contrasted starkly with the still-energetic man who held him.
Unlike Banteon, Delroz had only released once. Though he wore a satisfied smile, there was clearly still desire left unresolved. As a fellow man, Banteon understood just how much restraint that took. Part of him wanted to give in and offer himself again, at least once, just the way Delroz wanted—but in his current state, where even lifting his arms felt impossible, it was nothing more than a pipe dream.
Conflicting thoughts swirled in his mind—on one hand, the desire to recover quickly; on the other, even in peak condition, he wondered if keeping up with Delroz wouldn’t be too much.
As his body sank into the warm water filling the tub, a low moan slipped from his lips.
“Hoo…”
The tension in his muscles began to melt, and he closed his eyes, comforted. Delroz, as if accustomed to the task, poured some shampoo into his hand and gently massaged Banteon’s scalp. Thick fingers kneaded his scalp from crown to the nape of his neck, moving with care. Perhaps because Banteon disliked being touched by others, Delroz had diligently learned how to attend to him himself.
At first, he had handled him like a fragile lollipop, nervously fumbling to wash him. But now, his hands had become skilled enough to give a decent massage. There had been a time when Banteon insisted that he could press a little harder, and Delroz had complied—only to leave a bluish bruise on Banteon’s shoulder the next day. His face had gone deathly pale in horror, an oddly adorable sight for someone of his stature.
For days after, he had followed Banteon around with a heated towel and a hardened expression, scaring the servants half to death.
As Banteon chuckled at the memory that surfaced, Delroz’s hand, which had been rinsing away the bubbles, paused.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking about the past. You were so awkward when you first started helping me bathe. It was kind of cute.”
Delroz’s brows furrowed as he recalled those clumsy early days, but to Banteon, even that reaction just looked like playful pouting.
“You’ve grown up a lot. You know how to do all kinds of things now.”
As the gentle smile lingered on Banteon’s lips, Delroz’s previously irritated expression softened, and he met his eyes with a mischievous grin.
“Yeah. I’ve gotten very familiar.”
With those words, the hand massaging Banteon’s nape slipped beneath the water. Cutting through the bath, it slid with purpose behind Banteon’s knees and bent them, then moved to the plump, still-swollen inner area.
As Banteon flinched, Delroz grinned deeper and pressed his thick fingers inside.
“Ah…!”
“Even this is familiar by now, isn’t it?”
His fingers gently massaged the inner walls, almost as if cleaning them out. Though Banteon knew this was just to help expel the leftover semen, his body reacted instinctively—hips twisting involuntarily.
“Stay still. Don’t tense up.”
“You… You’re doing this on purpose…”
Usually, Banteon would handle it himself or use the shower head to slowly flush it out. But now, with clear intent behind Delroz’s swirling fingers, his thighs trembled and drew together. When the hand—warmed even further by the hot water—slid inside and filled his inner walls, his hole tightened instinctively.
“You’re making this harder.”
Delroz pulled his fingers out, then effortlessly spread Banteon’s legs and propped them up on the edge of the tub. He forced them open, exposing the twitching entrance before slipping his fingers back inside. Two fingers at once, parting the walls. Hot water seeped in through the gap between his fingers, flooding his insides. With every crossing motion of Delroz’s thick fingers, the water would spill out and fill back in. Banteon bit his lip hard from the sensation.
“Stop—let’s finish this outside, just for a moment.”
“Shh. I’m only washing you.”
Though it was merely a cleansing act, Banteon’s lower half twitched shamelessly. His face flushed red with humiliation.
“I’ll do it myself now. It’s fine…”
“You’ve got no strength left. Just relax.”
He said relax, yet Delroz wouldn’t leave him in peace. His waist jerked involuntarily under the constant stimulation circling his most sensitive spot. His thighs, spread wide, flinched with every deliberate stroke. When he saw his own erection slowly rising again through the clear bathwater, he couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Delroz’s arm with both hands.
“I won’t tease anymore.”
“I didn’t realize you thought I was teasing.”
Banteon’s plea for a truce was smoothly dismissed. Delroz’s mischievous fingers, which had been gently toying with the inner walls, suddenly plunged deep where Banteon had least expected it. A sharp moan escaped as the teasing touches turned to a direct strike. Banteon folded forward with a gasp, his whole body curling up at the unannounced hit to his most sensitive point. As his back muscles spasmed, he exhaled shakily to calm them.
“You…”
“Oops, wasn’t on purpose.”
Delroz laughed, clearly amused by the very intentional move. Only after drawing that satisfying reaction from Banteon did he finally pull back his large frame. As his fingers slowly slid out, they shimmered with something thicker than water. Delroz, if he had followed his desire, would’ve kept playing, touching, holding him all night long. He wanted to savor him endlessly. But considering Banteon’s stamina, he had to stop here.
He pulled away reluctantly—only for Banteon to grab his shoulder.
“You…”
Through slightly narrowed eyes, Banteon’s blue irises locked onto him. His teeth clenched as if wrestling with a decision, then he yanked Delroz toward him. It wasn’t a strong pull, but Delroz’s massive body moved without resistance, leaning down into the tub.
“You mess me up like this, and now you’re just going to end it on your terms?”
Banteon’s voice was low as he reached out and gripped Delroz’s chin. Unlike himself, who was submerged in water, Delroz’s upper body remained dry—until that moment. His torso, save for his arms, began to get wet. Delroz, utterly bewitched, stared at him, barely aware of the water now trickling down his muscular frame.
“If you’ve toyed with me, then see it through to the end.”
Banteon slowly sat up as his body stirred the bathwater. Like a siren’s invitation, his pale arms moved languidly. He brushed his fingers over Delroz’s thick chest and well-sculpted abs, an amused smile forming inside. His core, forcibly ignited once more, demanded new stimulation. Any thoughts about resting for tomorrow were torn in half and discarded.
The golden eyes that had wavered in hesitation suddenly sharpened, blazing with fierce light as they closed in. Banteon let out a laugh at the approaching shadow.
‘Fine. Go ahead and try all you want.’
He had always wanted to yield to Delroz’s desires—just once. He didn’t like seeing those longing eyes at the end, always walking away unsatisfied after devouring him with such hungry stares. He had ignored those looks knowingly until now. But since it had come to this—might as well take on the challenge.
Banteon, knowing full well he’d be hitting the floor in regret tomorrow, braced himself and pulled the beast into the water. The tub overflowed, splashing down onto the floor as he felt Delroz bury his head against his chest. He gently stroked his soft black hair.
Glancing to the side, he caught his reflection in the mirror, fogged over with steam.
The faint figure smiling back at him wore an expression he’d never seen before. He looked content. It resembled the face Delroz had made earlier.
In that case, everything was exactly as it should be.
The smile in the mirror deepened.
