When we finished eating, I thanked the old lady politely before leaving the guild.
The night air was cooler now. Lanterns lit the streets as we walked back to the lodgings side by side. The town was quieter compared to earlier — only a few adventurers still wandering around.
When we reached our room, I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Dravic followed.
Click.
He closed the door behind us.
Then he walked casually to the bed and sat on the edge, stretching slightly.
"Haaa… Adventures with Renji are so fun," he said with a satisfied smile.
I ignored the comment and removed my robe, placing it neatly over the chair. I set my sword and pouch of items on the small wooden table beside the wall.
"A-are you still not going back?" I asked, glancing at him.
"What do you mean?" he replied, tilting his head. "I said I'll stay with you this whole week."
He smiled again — relaxed, confident.
Before I could respond, he raised his hand slightly.
"Alright. I'll cast a barrier first so no one will hear us."
I froze.
"H-hear us?"
A faint red glow spread from his fingertips, expanding slowly across the walls like a thin transparent veil. It shimmered for a second before disappearing.
"There," he said calmly. "Soundproof. No one outside will hear anything from this room."
My heart began beating faster.
Dravic leaned back slightly on his hands, watching me carefully.
The lantern light from the small oil lamp on the table flickered across his face, throwing shadows along his sharp jaw and the faint curve of his smile. The barrier's red shimmer had faded completely, but the air in the room felt thicker now, heavier, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.
He didn't speak right away.
Instead, he reached behind his neck with both hands and slowly tugged the collar of his black shirt upward.
The fabric peeled away from his skin with a soft rustle. He pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, red hair falling messily back into place. The shirt dropped beside him on the bed. His bare torso gleamed faintly in the low light—broad shoulders, thick chest rising with a slow breath, deep-cut abs shifting as he rolled them once. The thin dark trail of hair started low on his stomach and vanished beneath the waistband of his pants.
I swallowed. My mouth felt dry.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband next.
No hesitation. He pushed the pants down—underwear coming with them—letting both slide to the floor. He stepped out casually, kicking them aside. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already half-hard, thick and flushed at the tip. He made no move to cover himself; he just stood there, letting the lantern light play over every inch of him.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
"I-I'm still tired because of hunting," I said quickly, voice cracking. "Please… not today."
Dravic tilted his head, smile softening but eyes darkening.
"Come on," he said, low and coaxing.
He stood up.
The floorboards creaked under his bare feet as he crossed the short distance between us. Every step made the muscles in his thighs and stomach flex. His cock swayed slightly with the movement, hardening more visibly with each stride until it stood thick and curved upward, the head glistening faintly.
He stopped right in front of me—close enough that I could feel the warmth rolling off his body, smell the faint salt of sweat and pine from the day's hunt clinging to his skin.
His hand lifted—slow—cupping the side of my face. Thumb brushed my cheekbone, then traced down to my jaw, tilting my chin up so I had to meet his eyes.
"You're tense," he murmured. "All wound up from the hunt… from pretending you're not thinking about me every second since we left the room."
I shook my head weakly. "I'm not—"
"You are."
His other hand slid to my waist—fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me forward until my chest brushed his bare skin.
"You're breathing fast," he said quietly. "Your pupils are blown. And I can feel how hard you are already… right here."
His thigh pressed between mine—just enough pressure to make me gasp softly.
"Nn…"
He smiled at the sound—small, victorious—and leaned in until his lips were a breath away from mine.
"Let me help you relax," he whispered. "Just a little. No rush. No need to take everything tonight."
Before I could answer, his mouth covered mine.
The kiss was slow at first—lips pressing firm but gentle, coaxing my mouth open. When I parted my lips on a shaky exhale, his tongue slipped inside—warm, wet, sliding against mine in lazy strokes. I made a small, muffled sound into it.
"Mmmph…"
He groaned low in response—deep rumble in his chest that vibrated against me—and deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair.
His bare cock pressed against my stomach through my clothes—hot, thick, throbbing. Every small shift of his hips dragged it along the fabric, leaving a warm, damp spot.
When he finally pulled back, our breaths mingled—short, uneven.
"See?" he murmured, forehead resting against mine. "Not so tired after all."
His hand slid down—palming me through my pants, feeling the hard outline there. He gave one slow squeeze.
I whimpered.
"Ah…"
"Shh," he soothed, thumb circling the head through the cloth. "Just feel it. Let me take care of you."
He kissed me again—deeper this time—while his fingers worked the laces of my pants open with practiced ease.
The room was quiet except for our breathing… and the soft, wet sounds of our mouths moving together.
His other hand slid to my waist—fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, tugging it upward. I lifted my arms automatically, letting him pull it over my head and toss it aside. Cool air hit my bare chest, nipples already pebbled from nerves and the slight chill.
He didn't stop there.
His fingers moved to the ties of my pants—working them open with practiced ease. He pushed the fabric past my hips, down my thighs. I shifted my weight, letting him strip them off completely—pants and underclothes sliding down my legs until I stood naked in front of him.
Dravic stepped back half a pace—eyes raking over me slowly, appreciatively.
"Look at you," he said quietly. "All bare… all flushed… already hard for me."
My cock lay against my stomach—thick with arousal, leaking steadily at the tip. I tried to close my legs on instinct, but he caught my thighs, spreading them wider, holding them open with gentle but firm pressure.
"No hiding," he whispered. "Let me see."
He leaned in—lips brushing my collarbone, then lower. Tongue flicked over one nipple—quick, hot—making me gasp.
"Nn…!"
He hummed against my skin—pleased—then moved to the other, sucking lightly while his hand wrapped around my length, giving one slow, teasing stroke.
"Ahh…"
His mouth left my chest. He kissed me once—deep, claiming—then pulled back, guiding me down onto the bed with a gentle push to my shoulders.
"Lie back," he said softly.
I did—falling onto the mattress, legs spread, heart racing.
Dravic climbed over me—kneeling astride my chest now—so his cock hovered right above my face. He wrapped one hand around the base, guiding the head to brush my lower lip.
"Open," he murmured.
My lips parted—shaky, hesitant. The moment they did, he pushed forward—slow—letting the head slide past my teeth and settle heavy on my tongue.
A low, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest the second he felt my mouth close around him.
"Nnngh… fuck… that's it…"
He didn't thrust right away. Just rocked gently—tiny movements that let the head nudge the roof of my mouth, then the back of my tongue. Saliva pooled fast, dripping down the corners of my lips.
I moaned around him—soft, muffled—and the vibration made his hips jerk once.
"Ahh… Renji… do that again…"
I did. Tongue pressing flat along the underside, cheeks hollowing slightly on every slow pull-back. He started moving more—shallow thrusts now, never too deep, just enough to fill my mouth completely each time.
"Mmmph… hnn…"
Every muffled sound I made pulled another rough groan from him.
"Gods… your mouth… so warm… so fucking perfect…"
His hand slid into my hair—fingers curling gently at first, then tightening as his rhythm sped up. Not rough, but urgent. The head bumped the back of my throat on every forward slide now. I gagged softly once or twice, eyes watering, but he slowed just enough each time to let me breathe.
"Good boy… take it… just like that…"
His breathing turned ragged. Thighs tensed on either side of my head. Hips snapped quicker—short, needy thrusts.
"Ahh… close… so close…"
He pulled out suddenly—wet pop echoing in the quiet room—and stroked himself fast with one hand, the other still tangled in my hair, tilting my face up.
"Open wider—don't close—"
I parted my lips wider, tongue out instinctively.
He groaned long and low—voice breaking.
"Nnngh— fuck—!"
Hot, thick ropes hit my tongue first—salty, musky—then splashed across my lips, my cheek, the bridge of my nose. Pulse after pulse painted my face in warm streaks. Some dripped down my chin, some landed on my tongue. I swallowed what I could—throat working visibly—while the rest cooled on my skin.
He kept stroking through the last weak spurts, milking every drop, breathing hard.
When he finally stopped, he looked down at me—chest heaving, eyes blown black with satisfaction.
"Fuck… look at you…"
His thumb gathered a streak of cum from my cheek and pushed it between my lips. I sucked automatically—tongue curling around his finger.
He groaned again—quiet, wrecked.
"Perfect."