The Cavalry dormitories were equipped with small, simple bathrooms in each room, allowing members to wash quickly without needing to go to the communal bathhouse. It wasn't the kind of luxurious facility imbued with water magic that nobles might have, but it was extravagant enough that commoners would scoff at it as an unnecessary indulgence.

But Kishiar had boldly thrown money into it, and during the course of this southern mission, he had even improved the facilities. It was the result of using the Emperor’s reward after the western mission entirely and solely on the Cavalry, just as it had been given.

And now, for the first time, he was personally witnessing the result of that decision he had pushed through.

“...I think it was a very good decision. It’s a little cramped, but not bad.”

To be honest, it wasn’t just a little cramped—it was very cramped. It was a space originally designed for one person, and now it held Yuder, who was larger than average, and Kishiar, who was even larger still. It was enough to give the illusion that the walls were closing in.

Yet Kishiar made no complaints as he crouched down and pulled Yuder tightly into his arms. And Yuder, likewise, felt no discomfort in this situation.

After all, it had been Yuder Aile himself who had dragged Kishiar in here in the first place. There was no reason for him to feel uncomfortable.

Even knowing that Kishiar had already washed, he had still brought him here. Because he didn’t want to be apart from him for even a single moment. It was, undeniably, an immense greed.

Water gushed down furiously from the faucet embedded high in the wall, pouring over their heads. The rough roar was nothing like the graceful, leisurely baths enjoyed by nobles. But the sound was more than enough to drown out everything that was happening between the two of them.

Swooooosh. Under the torrent strong enough to make it hard to open one’s eyes, gasping breaths echoed.

The wet sounds slipping from between their joined lips under the stream of water stirred up something obscene. Slippery hands mixed with lingering foam traced over skin, and under that touch, Yuder clenched his teeth and tilted his head back.

“Hh—....”

He had never really thought of restraint as difficult before—but for some reason, in this moment, the act of swallowing alone felt unbelievably hard. Yet the more the pressure built against his throat, the more the electric, spine-tingling sensation across his entire body intensified in proportion—and so, he didn’t dislike the difficulty at all.

“...Looks like we’ve just about washed off all the foam now. Almost a shame, really.”

The man who had been slowly rinsing the bubbles from Yuder’s body, all while pinning him gently against the wall with lips and limbs entangled, whispered wistfully as clean, bare skin emerged beneath his touch.

“So do I...”

To be honest, from Yuder’s perspective, what he regretted more wasn’t the vanishing foam from his own body—but the sight of the man whose golden hair was now soaked and clinging in disarray. That was what he didn’t want to stop looking at.

Conveying that feeling, he raised his hand and gently brushed aside the strands sticking near Kishiar’s eyes. At that, the man curled in closer and pressed his cheek softly against Yuder’s skin.

A smooth cheek, brushing close like a kiss. Followed by another kiss.

Their tongues tangled and sucked in deep, mingling with the taste of water, and a fiery tremor surged through Yuder’s lower back. His head spun. Unable to resist the euphoric wave of desire rising inside, he bit and sucked with increasing boldness, eliciting a low moan from Kishiar.

Yuder could feel it—firm and hot, pressing insistently between his thighs, almost no space between them at all.

The size of it, unusually vivid in the cramped space, was enough to leave him stunned. And he liked that.

Yuder panted as his own hardened length rubbed shamelessly against Kishiar’s in a messy tangle that betrayed no hint of embarrassment. Every time they changed positions while kissing, every time Kishiar bit at his neck or sucked along the bone just beneath, his lower half throbbed and twitched wildly in response—and he felt it all, clearly.

Originally, the plan had been to wash up quickly and head to bed.

But this was his room too, wasn’t it? Was there really any need to go all the way to the bed?

No. There wasn’t. His mind reached that conclusion fast.

Yuder reached down toward their pressed-together lower bodies. The moment he gripped the tips of both cocks with a rough, unthinking grasp and thrust his hips forward, their joined bodies reacted sharply. Kishiar wrapped his arms tightly around Yuder’s waist and let out a low sound. Yuder could feel the fierce pounding of Kishiar’s heart as if it echoed directly through their skin.

A long, large hand settled over Yuder’s.

For a moment, as their eyes met, Yuder thought the man might push him away. But Kishiar didn’t stop him.

Rather, as if to assist—or perhaps to trap Yuder’s hand so it couldn’t escape—he covered everything from above, gripping it tightly. A moment later, Kishiar slowly began to move his hand.

“Haa... Hnnh...”

The slick friction of the sensitive tips rubbing together made an obscene, sticky noise. Water flowed between their overlapped fingers, mixing with the fluid leaking from their cocks to create an even lewder sound than before.

A burning sensation sparked at the ends of his nerves, as though his skin were about to catch fire. When the pleasure began to climb up like pain, Yuder threw his head back. Kishiar pulled him even closer, and at the same time, the movements stroking up and down grew bolder.

The motion of both hands sliding together lengthened with every stroke, and the speed increased. Each time, it felt like sparks exploded in Yuder’s brain. His stomach flared with sudden heat, and his spine stiffened. His hips moved instinctively. Yuder bit into the man’s bare skin, swallowing the moan that tried to escape. And every time he did, Kishiar responded by sucking at Yuder’s earlobe, grabbing his ass between his supporting hands.

Fingers pushed inside with a vivid pressure. From his already damp insides, slick fluids spilled out freely, welcoming the man’s fingers. Even in the noise of the rushing water, the sound of it dripping, mixing with clean water and hitting the floor, rang out clearly.

The water slapping against his skin started to feel unbearably intense—sharp, ticklish, hot, maddening. The inside of his belly tensed and released violently in waves, and he could feel every pulse of it, clearly.

All those sensations stretched and stretched, swelling until it felt like something exploded deep inside his brain.

The climax hit him all at once, shaking his entire body.

A shattering release, uncontrollable.

Yuder threw his head back and parted his lips. No sound came out—but the trembling tip of his tongue and the sharp bob of his throat were enough to reveal just how intense it had been.

“......”

A moment later, a slick white fluid began to seep out between the differently sized and colored fingers. Kishiar let it smear freely across his own hand as he kept moving slowly, deliberately. After a long moment of their tongues tangled and locked together, he finally released Yuder. Yuder leaned his face against the man's wet chest, panting heavily before opening his mouth. His voice was hoarse, ragged beyond grace.

“...I don’t think I can stand anymore.”

“Mhm... Good.”

As if he'd been waiting for those words, the arm wrapped around Yuder’s waist tightened with a strength far greater than before. Supporting Yuder with just one arm, Kishiar stepped out of the bath in a single smooth motion and headed straight to the bed. In a room this small, that kind of maneuverability almost felt like a benefit.

The bed, never built to handle two adult men of such stature at once, groaned and sagged under their combined weight. But neither of them cared. Wet hair and damp bodies tangled into the sheets in a mess of limbs and warmth. Even though they hadn’t properly dried off, their skin radiated enough heat to keep the chill at bay. The magic stone stove was still burning steadily.

In the faint crackle of that fire, Kishiar bent down without hesitation and ran his hand between Yuder’s legs. He placed his mouth on the spot slick with fluids and water.

Yuder sucked in a breath, and the inside of his thigh trembled as if he'd been slashed by a blade.

It wasn’t the first time. Even back when he’d gone into heat, Kishiar had done this to him a few times. But back then, his mind had been emptied of everything but desire—nothing had mattered. Now, however, Yuder was all too aware of just how obscene and humiliating this act could be.

And yet... so what? The time to say something like “That’s not a place fit for someone noble to put their mouth” had long since passed.

And tonight, he didn’t want to stop him—no matter what he chose to do.

Yuder closed his eyes, biting his lip as he felt hot breaths dampening the space between his cheeks. After a moment, he parted his legs a little more and nudged the man’s back with his heel. Feeling that signal, Kishiar lifted his gaze, his soaked hair clinging to his face, and locked eyes with Yuder.

Then he bared his teeth in a brief, wolfish smile, like a beast receiving permission.

Ah, Yuder. It almost felt like he heard him murmur that name, thick and low.

Kishiar, who had been trailing kisses over his entrance, only finally filled him when Yuder, unable to endure the aching want, raked his back in desperation. The moment of becoming one was always enough to make his head go blank—but never before had it been so smooth, so swift, so effortlessly complete.

His soaked, yearning insides welcomed Kishiar in without resistance.

Clinging tightly, the two of them shared overwhelming pleasure, their bodies shaking, feelings exchanged through every breath and movement.

And just as the magic stove gave one final flicker before cooling completely, Yuder wrapped his arms tightly around the thirty-year-old man, holding him with all the strength he had.