He bit down next. Not deep, just enough to sting sweet and sharp. My body jerked. He licked over the bite right after — slow circles with his tongue, soothing it, tasting me again.
"Your body is nice, Renji," he murmured against my neck. "You're incredibly tasty."
He kept going.
Lick up one side of my neck.
Kiss the wet trail.
Suck hard enough to leave a faint red mark.
Bite softly.
Then down the other side — lick, kiss, suck, bite.
His arms held me tight but soft — strong enough that I couldn't pull away, gentle enough that it didn't hurt. Every time I squirmed even a little, he rolled his hips forward. His hard cock rubbed slow against mine under the water — teasing grinds that made heat coil low in my belly.
I could only make small moans. "Mmm… ah…"
My hands found his shoulders. Fingers dug in.
"W-wait—"
He lifted his head. Looked at me with that intense red stare — pupils wide, almost black.
Then he pressed his lips against mine.
Slow at first. Then harder. His kiss was firm but not cruel — deep, wet, consuming. His tongue pushed in right away. I tasted steam, salt, him. He made a low sound in his chest — half growl, half groan.
"Mmmph… hnn…"
I moaned back into his mouth without meaning to. My body went weak under the kiss. My hands slid up to his neck, clinging.
While he kissed me, his other hand moved.
Down my back — slow, deliberate. Fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear from behind. I tensed.
He squeezed one cheek of my ass — firm, possessive. Kneaded slow. Then his fingers found my entrance. He rubbed around the tight ring in lazy circles — over and over — massaging gently, letting the hot water make everything slick.
I couldn't do anything. The kiss made my whole body soft and heavy. My head spun. His tongue kept moving in my mouth, matching the slow circles of his fingers.
Then he pressed one thick finger inside.
"Nnngh—!"
It burned — sharp stretch, too full too fast. My legs shook around his waist. Tears pricked my eyes. I broke the kiss just enough to gasp against his lips.
He didn't pull out. Just held it there — deep, thick — letting me feel it.
"Shh," he whispered against my mouth. "Breathe."
After long seconds he started moving. Very slow. In. Out. In again. Each push made me gasp. Each pull made me clench around him.
"Ahh… nnh…"
He curled his finger a little — brushed that spot inside. My whole body jerked. Stars flashed behind my eyes.
He kissed me again — deeper this time. Swallowed every moan.
"Mmph… ahh… nnh…"
His finger kept the slow rhythm — in and out, curl, in and out, curl. His hips rolled in the same lazy pace, cock grinding against mine.
My moans spilled into his mouth over and over. My body felt liquid. Weak. Pinned between the stone, his chest, and the endless slow stretch inside me.
Dravic's two fingers were buried deep now, moving in that slow, steady rhythm — in all the way, curl against that spot, out almost to the tips, then back in again. Each stroke made my body jolt softly, my moans spilling into his mouth in broken little pieces. The stretch had settled into a heavy, throbbing fullness that made my legs feel like they weren't mine anymore. My thighs trembled around his waist, my cock leaking steadily against his stomach, sliding with every lazy roll of his hips.
He kept kissing me — deep, wet, swallowing every sound I made. His tongue moved in time with his fingers, lazy and possessive. My head was spinning, thoughts fuzzy from the heat, the steam, the constant pressure inside me.
After what felt like minutes of that slow, endless pumping, he pulled back from the kiss again. Just enough to look at my face. His red eyes were dark, half-lidded, watching every flutter of my lashes, every hitch in my breath.
"You're taking two so well, Renji," he murmured, voice rough and low. "So hot inside… clenching around me like you don't want to let go."
I couldn't speak. Just panted softly against his lips, forehead pressed to his.
He kissed the corner of my mouth once — gentle — then added more pressure with his hand.
The third finger joined at the rim.
Just the blunt tip at first.
He circled slowly — three fingertips now teasing the stretched entrance, rubbing in lazy loops. The first two stayed buried deep, barely moving, while the third one pressed gently, waiting for my body to give.
I tensed hard right away. The stretch already felt impossible — wider, fuller, burning brighter.
"Nn… Dravic… wait—"
"Shh," he whispered, lips brushing my cheek. "Breathe for me. Slow. In… out…"
His free hand slid up my back again, fingers carding through my wet hair, holding me steady. He tilted my head back a little so I had to meet his eyes.
"Look at me," he said quietly. "You're safe. Just let it happen."
I tried to breathe. Chest rising fast, falling shaky. My hole fluttered around the two fingers still inside, clenching and releasing in nervous little spasms.
He didn't force it. Just kept rubbing that third fingertip in slow circles — over and over — letting the hot water, my own slickness, and the steady rhythm of the first two fingers loosen me bit by bit.
"You feel how much you're opening for me?" he murmured. "So good, Renji. So perfect. You were made for this."
After long seconds — maybe a minute — he pressed forward.
Very slowly.
The third finger started to slide in — just the head at first. The burn flared sharp and sudden, making my eyes water instantly. I gasped, back arching off the stone ledge.
"Nnngh—! Too much… it hurts—"
"I know," he said softly, voice calm and steady. "Just breathe through it. I've got you."
He stopped. Held all three fingers there — barely past the first knuckle on the third one — letting me adjust. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming. My hole throbbed around them, fluttering wildly. Tears slipped down my cheeks, mixing with the steam on my skin.
He leaned in and kissed them away — soft presses of his lips to the corners of my eyes.
"Breathe," he repeated. "In… out… good boy."
I inhaled shakily. Exhaled slow. Inhaled again. Each breath made the burn ease just a fraction, turning into a deep, aching fullness.
After another long pause, he pushed again — another slow inch.
"Ahh… nnh…!"
My voice cracked on a whimper. My legs clamped tighter around his waist. My nails dug deep into his shoulders.
He groaned low — rough, pleased — when I clenched hard around his fingers.
"Fuck… so tight," he breathed against my neck. "Look at you taking three for me. So beautiful."
He held them still again. Let me feel it — three thick fingers buried more than halfway now, stretching me wide open. My whole body was shaking. My cock throbbed painfully against his, leaking more with every heartbeat.
Then — agonizingly slow — he started to move them.
Tiny rocks at first. Barely an inch in and out. Letting my body get used to the new width. Every small movement dragged over that spot inside, sending sharp sparks up my spine.
"Ah… ahh… mmm…"
My moans came higher, softer, endless. I couldn't hold them back. My head fell back against the stone. Eyes half-closed. Mouth open, panting.
Dravic leaned in and licked a slow line up my throat — tasting the salt of my tears and sweat. His hips kept their lazy grind, cock sliding against mine in the same gentle rhythm as his fingers.
"Feel that?" he whispered against my skin. "How full you are now? How deep I am?."
I nodded weakly — couldn't form words.
He pushed the last bit — all three sinking to the knuckles. The stretch peaked, burned bright for a heartbeat, then melted into heavy, throbbing pleasure that made my toes curl.
"Nnngh…! Dravic…"
"There," he said, voice thick with satisfaction. "All in. Good boy, Renji. So fucking good."
He started moving them properly now — slow, deep pumps. In all the way, curl against that spot, out almost to the tips, then back in. Stretching me wider with every stroke. Rubbing inside over and over until my legs were trembling uncontrollably, until my moans turned into soft, broken sobs of pleasure.
"Ahh… mmm… please… Dravic…"
He kissed me again — deep and slow — swallowing every sound. His fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm.
The steam felt thicker. Hotter. Time felt like it had stopped.