Dravic kept the slow, deep rhythm with his three fingers for a little longer — each careful pump making my body shake, my moans turning into soft, endless whimpers against his lips. The stretch had turned into a heavy, pulsing pleasure that made my head spin, my legs weak around his waist, my cock throbbing painfully against his stomach.
His own cock was pressed tight between us — thick, hot, leaking steadily against my skin. Every time he rocked his hips forward to drive his fingers deeper, his shaft slid slow and slick along my length, the heads bumping, the undersides dragging together in wet friction. The hot water made everything slippery, amplifying every glide, every pulse.
I could feel him getting harder — thicker — the veins standing out more against my stomach. His breathing had turned rougher, shorter, matching mine. Low groans rumbled in his chest every time I clenched around his fingers or my cock twitched against his.
"Renji…" His voice came out strained, almost a growl. "You feel too fucking good… squeezing me like that… grinding back on me…"
I didn't even realize I was doing it — my hips rolling forward on instinct, chasing more of that slide, more of the stretch. My cock rubbed harder against his with every small movement, the sensitive heads catching, slick pre-cum mixing between us.
His fingers curled sharper — hitting that spot dead-on, over and over. The pressure built fast, coiling tight in my belly, spreading heat down my thighs.
"Ahh… Dravic… I'm— I'm gonna—"
"Me too," he rasped against my ear. "Feel it… feel how close I am… right against you…"
He sped up just a fraction — hips rocking firmer, fingers pumping deeper, faster. The wet sounds of it all filled the steam: slick slide of skin on skin, the soft squelch of his fingers inside me, our shared panting breaths.
My whole body tensed. Legs locked around him. Back arched hard off the stone.
The edge hit me like a wave.
"Nnngh—!"
I came first — hard, sudden. My cock pulsed against his stomach, spilling hot between us in thick spurts. The release made my hole clench wildly around his three fingers, fluttering and gripping like it wanted to keep him there forever. Stars burst behind my eyes. A broken cry tore out of my throat.
The moment I started coming, Dravic groaned deep — guttural, raw.
"Fuck— Renji—"
His hips jerked once, twice — pressing his cock harder against my stomach as he came. Hot pulses hit my skin, thick ropes mixing with mine, spilling into the water between us. His fingers stuttered inside me, buried to the knuckles, trembling as he rode it out. Every spasm of his release made his shaft throb against me, sliding through the mess we'd made.
We stayed locked like that — shaking, panting — his fingers still deep, his cock still pressed tight to my stomach, both of us leaking the last weak pulses. My hole kept fluttering around him in aftershocks. His chest heaved against mine.
After long seconds he finally eased his fingers out — slow, careful — one by one. The emptiness made me whimper softly. He wrapped both arms around me, pulling me flush to his chest, holding me up in the water while our breathing slowed.
His lips brushed my temple — soft, almost gentle.
"So fucking perfect," he murmured, voice still rough. "Coming together like that…"
He kissed me slow — deep, lazy — tasting the salt on my lips. One hand rubbed circles on my back while the other cradled the nape of my neck.
The steam curled thicker around us. The spring felt warmer, quieter.
But his cock was still half-hard against me — twitching faintly.
And his eyes, when he pulled back to look at me, were dark again. Hungry.
He sat back on the smooth stone ledge at the edge of the spring. The water lapped at his hips now, steam rising thicker from where his hot skin met the surface. He pulled me forward with him until I was kneeling between his spread thighs in the shallow end.
My knees sank into the soft, warm bottom of the spring. Water came up to my chest, rippling gently with every small movement. His cock stood right in front of my face — thick, flushed dark, still glistening with water and the sticky remnants of his release from earlier. Veins stood out along the shaft. The head looked swollen, shiny with pre-cum again already. It looked even bigger up close. Heavy. Intimidating.
My heart hammered in my ears. My lips still tingled from the earlier kisses, swollen and sensitive.
Dravic reached down with one hand and cupped my cheek. His thumb stroked slow across my cheekbone — wiping away the last traces of tears and steam that clung to my skin. The touch was surprisingly gentle, almost careful.
"Look at me," he said quietly.
I lifted my eyes. His crimson gaze was intense but steady — dark with satisfaction, but there was something softer there too, almost tender.
His thumb moved to my lower lip — tracing the edge, pressing just enough to part them a little. I felt the warmth of his skin, the faint salt of our earlier mess still on his fingers.
"Open it for me," he whispered.
My heart pounded harder. I hesitated for a second — lips trembling — then parted them slowly, letting my mouth fall open.
He smiled faintly — small, crooked, pleased.
"Good boy."
He took his cock in his other hand — gripping the base firmly to steady it — and guided the head to my mouth. The tip brushed my lips first — hot, slick, salty with the mix of cum and spring water. He rubbed it slow across my bottom lip, painting a thin, warm line of pre-cum there, then dragged it along the seam of my mouth, teasing the opening.
"Feel how hard you make me?" he said low, voice rough around the edges. "Just from watching you take my fingers… from hearing those little sounds you make when you come for me…"
I whimpered softly. The taste of him — musky, salty, warm — spread on my tongue even before he pushed in.
He pressed forward — slow, careful.
The head slipped past my lips first. Thick. Stretching my mouth wide right away. I had to relax my jaw, breathe through my nose. He didn't shove — just eased in inch by inch, letting me adjust to the weight, the heat, the way he filled my mouth completely.
When half his length was inside, he paused. A low groan rumbled in his throat — rough, pleased.
"Fuck… your mouth is so warm," he breathed.
His hand slid from my cheek to the back of my head — fingers threading into my wet hair, not pulling, just holding me steady.
"Relax your throat," he murmured. "Breathe. I'll go slow."
I tried. Inhaled shakily through my nose. My tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft on instinct — feeling every vein, every throb.
He pushed forward again — another slow inch. The head nudged the back of my throat. I gagged softly, eyes watering, but he stopped immediately.
"Easy," he said. "Just breathe. You're doing perfect."
He held still — letting me get used to the fullness in my mouth, the way my lips stretched tight around him, the way my tongue kept pressing against him without meaning to.
After a long moment, he started to move.
Tiny rocks at first — barely pulling back an inch, then sliding forward again. Shallow thrusts that let me feel every ridge, every pulse.
"Mmmph…"
The sound vibrated around him. He groaned again — deeper this time.
"That's it… just like that."
His hand in my hair tightened just a fraction — not forcing, just guiding. His other hand reached down and stroked my cheek again — thumb brushing over where my lips were stretched around him.
"Look at you," he whispered. "Taking me so well… so pretty with your mouth full."
He kept the rhythm slow — in and out, never too deep, never too fast. Letting me adjust, letting the saliva build and drip down my chin, mixing with the hot spring water.
Every slide made my own cock throb harder between my legs. Every low groan from him sent heat coiling tighter in my belly.
His breathing grew rougher. Hips rocking a little faster — still controlled, but urgent. The head nudged my throat more insistently now. I gagged softly on a deeper thrust, tears slipping down my cheeks again, but I didn't pull away. I relaxed my throat as best I could, breathing hard through my nose, letting him feel the tight squeeze every time I swallowed.
That did it.
His whole body tensed. Thighs locked under my hands. A low, guttural groan tore out of his throat.
"Renji— I'm gonna cum again— fuck—"
He didn't pull out. He pushed forward one last time — slow, deliberate — sinking as deep as my mouth could take him. The head pressed firm against the back of my throat, throbbing hard.
Then he came.
The first pulse hit thick and hot — flooding my mouth, spilling straight down my throat. I swallowed on instinct, throat working around him, but there was too much. The second spurt followed right after — stronger, creamier — filling what little space was left. Some leaked from the corners of my lips, warm trails dripping down my chin and into the water below.
He rocked through it — tiny, trembling thrusts — groaning low and broken with every pulse.
"Take it… all of it… yes… good boy… swallow for me…"
His hand in my hair clenched tight, then loosened, stroking gently as the last weak spurts faded. His cock twitched on my tongue, still sensitive, slowly softening.
When he finally eased out — careful and slow — the head dragged along my tongue one last time, leaving a final smear of cum and saliva. A thin string connected us for a heartbeat before it snapped.
Dravic looked down at me — chest heaving, red eyes blown wide with satisfaction. His thumb wiped the corner of my mouth, collecting the stray drop, then brought it to his own lips and licked it clean without breaking eye contact.