After the meal at the small restaurant, we stepped out into the cool morning air of the guild town. The streets were starting to wake up — merchants opening stalls, a few early adventurers heading to the board. Dravic walked beside me, tall and imposing, red hair catching the sunlight like fire. I kept my eyes forward, trying not to think too much about how close he was, how his arm brushed mine every few steps.
We reached the adventurers guild. The wooden doors were already open, and Cera was at the counter, sorting papers. She looked up with her usual bright smile.
"Good morning, Renji—"
She froze mid-sentence when she saw Dravic standing right next to me. Her eyes went wide, cheeks flushing pink almost instantly.
"So… so handsome…" she whispered, then quickly cleared her throat. "Ahem! Who… who is this man beside you, Renji?"
I felt my face heat up. "Ah… h-he's my friend."
Cera tilted her head, still staring at Dravic like he was some rare monster drop. "Is he perhaps registering as an adventurer?"
"Ahm, no," I said quickly. "He'll just… be visiting me. And coming with me during hunts."
"I see…" She blinked slowly, then remembered herself. "And the potions? The batch you promised?"
"Ah, right. I'll deliver them later after hunting."
"Alright then," she said, still sneaking glances at Dravic. "Be safe out there."
We turned and left the counter. I could feel her eyes on us the whole way to the door.
The walk to my lodgings was quiet. Too quiet. Dravic didn't speak, but his presence felt heavier with every step. When we reached the small wooden building, I pushed the door open and stepped inside first. He followed right behind.
Click.
He closed the door.
I spun around. "W-why are you closing the door?"
He didn't answer.
In one smooth motion he caught me — big hands on my waist — and pulled me against him. Before I could react, his mouth was on my neck. Hot, wet tongue dragging slow up the side of my throat.
"Mmmh…"
A low, pleased hum vibrated against my skin as he licked again — longer this time, tasting the faint salt of sweat from the walk. I shuddered hard.
"W-wait—"
He didn't wait.
His lips crashed against mine — hard at first, then softer, deeper. Tongue pushed in immediately, filling my mouth, tasting everywhere. I made a muffled sound into the kiss.
"Mmmph… hnn…"
His hands slid up under my shirt, palms flat against my chest. Fingers found my nipples — already hard from the cold morning air — and circled them slowly, then pinched lightly.
"Nn…!"
I moaned into his mouth, body arching toward him without permission. He groaned back — low, hungry — and pressed his hips forward. I could feel how hard he was through his pants, thick and insistent against my stomach.
He kissed me longer — messy, wet, tongues sliding together — until I was dizzy, knees weak. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected our lips for a second before it broke.
He cupped my cheeks with both hands, thumbs stroking my jaw.
"Relax," he said softly. "I won't put it in. You just need to suck it, okay?"
My heart hammered. I couldn't speak — just stared up at him with wide eyes.
He smiled — small, sharp — and walked backward until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He sat down slowly, legs spreading wide. His hands went to his pants — unbuckling, tugging the fabric halfway down his thighs. His cock sprang free — thick, hard, already flushed dark at the tip, a bead of pre-cum glistening there.
He opened his legs wider, thighs strong and golden in the morning light filtering through the small window.
"Come here."
He reached out, fingers threading gently into my hair, and guided me down until I was kneeling between his spread thighs. The wooden floor was cool under my knees, but his body heat radiated like a furnace.
He held his cock at the base — heavy, throbbing — and brought the head to my cheek first. Rubbed it slow across my skin, leaving a warm, slick trail.
"This is your main dessert, okay?" he said, voice low and teasing.
Then he touched my lips — thumb pressing gently at the seam.
I tried to resist — head turning slightly — but his legs moved. Strong thighs wrapped around my sides, caging me in place. My hands landed on his hips instinctively, fingers digging into the hard muscle there.
"Come on," he said softly, almost coaxing. "Open your mouth."
I hesitated.
He waited — patient, thumb stroking my lower lip.
Then I parted my lips — slow, trembling.
The moment they opened, he moved his hips forward.
The head slipped past my lips — thick, hot, stretching my mouth wide. I gagged softly at first, eyes watering, but he held still — letting me adjust.
"Mmmph…"
A low, pleased moan rumbled from his throat the second he felt my tongue against him.
"Fuck… yes… just like that…"
He started moving — slow rocks at first. Shallow thrusts that let me feel every vein, every ridge sliding along my tongue. Saliva built fast, dripping down my chin, making everything slicker.
I moaned around him — muffled, helpless vibrations — and his hips stuttered.
"Nnngh… Renji…"
His hand in my hair tightened — not pulling, just guiding. His other hand cupped the back of my head, keeping me steady.
"Suck… harder… good boy…"
I hollowed my cheeks — sucked on every pull-back — tongue swirling around the head each time he slid almost out. His moans grew louder, rougher — deep sounds that made my own cock twitch in my pants.
"Ahh… fuck… your mouth… so warm… so good…"
He started moving faster — thrusts a little deeper, hitting the back of my throat on every forward slide. I gagged softly each time, tears slipping down my cheeks, but I didn't pull away. My hands gripped his hips tighter, nails digging in.
His breathing turned ragged. Hips snapping quicker. Grip in my hair firming on both sides now — holding my head steady while he fucked my mouth in short, urgent thrusts.
"Mmm… Renji… close… so close…"
His cock swelled thicker on my tongue — veins pulsing hard. His thighs tensed around me.
"Ahh— fuck— gonna cum—"
He slammed forward once — deep — head pressed to the back of my throat.
Then he came.
Hot, thick pulses flooded my mouth — spilling down my throat, filling every corner. I swallowed fast — throat working around him — but some still leaked from the corners of my lips, dripping down my chin.
"Drink it… don't spit it out… take every drop… good boy…"
He groaned long and low — hips jerking with each spurt — hand stroking my hair gently now as the last weak pulses faded.
When he finally eased out — slow, careful — the head dragged along my tongue one last time, leaving a final smear. A thin string of saliva and cum connected us for a second before it snapped.
Dravic looked down at me — chest heaving, red eyes blown wide with satisfaction. His thumb wiped the corner of my mouth, then brought it to his own lips and licked it clean.
"How was it?" he asked softly. "Do you like it?"
I couldn't answer — throat raw, lips swollen, head spinning. I just stared up at him, dazed.
He smiled — gentle this time — and leaned down to kiss my forehead.
"You're turning me on again, Renji," he murmured against my skin. "But don't worry… we'll hunt first. Then we'll do it later, okay?"
He patted my head softly — fingers carding through my hair — then tucked himself back into his pants.
"Come on," he said, voice warm. "Let's go hunt. You need to earn those silver coins… and maybe a reward after."
He stood, offering his hand.
I took it — legs still shaky — and let him pull me up.