“...Captain... What...”

The word “Captain” had nearly slipped out unconsciously, but his lips shut before it did. He had only been apart from the one holding him for the span of a few sips of water, nothing more—yet that short absence had apparently been too much to bear, as the man mournfully nuzzled into his hair.

‘...I was only going to try stepping away for a moment. If it felt okay, I’d go out...’

He had planned to bring news of Kishiar to those outside, who were surely worrying about the situation, and maybe grab something to eat while he was at it—but how could he leave like this? Yuder looked toward the broken door in the distance, then gave up and turned his head away.

‘I’m not even hungry yet. I was just testing if I could step away...’

He hoped Kishiar wouldn’t act like this, but how could he force his way out when the man was like this? The moment their eyes met, Kishiar leaned in and kissed him with a joyful expression.

The moment their tongues intertwined, Yuder’s body lit up again like a reflex. As he let out a breath from the tingling pleasure, the hands holding him gently began to stroke his body. The touch, deliberate and thick with intent, showed just how keenly the other could read his reactions—it was clear he was trying to stoke the fire further.

The callused fingers circled and cupped Yuder’s hardened chest, rounding it gently. Just as he flinched from the stimulation, the hand slid down along the lines of his abdominal muscles. The palm moved in smooth motions over the area around his navel, now slick with fluid, and as the heat from that hand made his insides twitch, another rush of wetness spilled out between his thighs.

One hand gripped his half-hardened member, stroking it with a pleasant pressure, while the other slipped unhesitatingly between his thighs, collecting the slick fluid as it traced down to tease and press around the perineum. When it suddenly pushed in, Yuder felt a momentary collapse in his knees.

“Ah...”

Yuder furrowed his brow and leaned back his head. He barely managed to set down the half-spilled water cup, then leaned into the chest embracing him, and as if waiting for that, Kishiar’s hand below pressed in harder.

He stood, fully enveloped in Kishiar’s arms, while his entire body was touched. Doing this standing up was rare—and it made things feel strangely unfamiliar. Feeling the heat pressing against his lower back and waist, Yuder bit down softly on his lower lip.

‘We should get back to the bed...’

To do that, this needed to stop for a moment. But the sweat beading down his back, mixing with Kishiar’s sweat clinging tightly to him, made everything feel so good, so complete—it made it hard to want to pause even for a second. Even more than the hand reaching between [N O V E L I G H T] his legs, perhaps the heat behind him stirred his inner flame even more.

It was strange. In his past life, Yuder had always hated men who held him only from behind. He could never stand it. But now, even as he was being touched from behind, he felt... good.

‘Maybe it’s just because I’m standing... that could be part of it.’

He recalled that first day at Peleta, when he’d been held by Kishiar on this room’s balcony, watching the sea together. That feeling of freedom, like being released from a long captivity—maybe that hadn’t been an illusion. Maybe something inside him had really changed.

Perhaps even that final piece of unconscious resistance he’d carried into this life had melted away in those waves.

Yuder panted as he raised his head. The gaze that met his was still innocent, untainted—focused only on him, regardless of time, place, or reality.

‘...’

Seeing those eyes confirmed the craving he felt inside.

Yuder parted his lips to call for another kiss and arched his back. The fingers that had been exploring him moved deeper, so deep they could reach the erection pressed against his back.

“Mm...”

In Kishiar’s other hand, Yuder’s member, which had been stroked and kneaded, suddenly swelled and released fluid. Overwhelmed by the rising pleasure, he swallowed a moan and reached back to grasp the man’s hardened member, pressed against the small of his back.

It was so engorged now that it felt hard to even wrap his hand around. He guided it lower, closer to his own entrance—a clear signal, unmistakable in its meaning.

That it was okay to do it. Here. Now.

The hand that had been stroking Yuder paused momentarily.

A moment later, Kishiar smiled so brightly his lashes half-veiled his eyes.

Following Yuder’s guidance, he moved, slipping gently between his thighs. As it pressed through the flesh of his ass, slick from all the fluids, it didn’t go in right away—skidding along the perineum and nudging just beneath his entrance.

“Ugh...!”

The unexpected jolt made him shudder—and in the next instant, the same place was pushed again, more insistently.

“Not... not there.”

Grinding his teeth at the tingling, overstimulating sensation, Yuder shook his head. In response, Kishiar grabbed one of his legs and abruptly lifted it. As his heel rose with it, the space between their bodies closed a little more—and this time, the hardened length finally pushed open the closed entrance and surged inside.

“Ugh...!”

The sense of being stretched wide open in an instant, even after such a short pause to drink water, left Yuder breathless. Veins stood out along his neck as his head tipped back. The sensation of being taken standing up was wholly different from lying down. Because of the height difference, the pressure on his legs was intense. And that weight pressing down meant he was penetrated more deeply, more heavily. The force of it striking his deepest wall so suddenly made his vision flash white.

Yuder gasped and instinctively felt his stomach. It wasn’t pierced for real... right? No, it wasn’t. But there was definitely something bulging and firm inside, something that could be clearly felt through the palm of his hand.

It wouldn’t be exaggerating to say it was the only thing holding him upright right now.

“Ha... ah...”

As his vision slowly cleared, Yuder noticed the table was drenched. Apparently, he had ejaculated from the sheer force of being penetrated.

‘That cup... definitely can’t be used again.’

That was his last thought before Kishiar began to move. Despite the awkward posture, he supported Yuder without issue, and his thrusts had the same strength as before. Their tightly joined bodies rocked together, bringing a completely different kind of pleasure.

‘Ah, it’s so deep... too deep...’

There was no discomfort. No resistance. No fear. Yuder let out every sound his body wanted to make, leaning further into Kishiar. Each time Kishiar thrust deeper, the toes of the leg he held curled and trembled. Every time his hips were pushed back, the rod inside twisted and pressed in unpredictable ways, keeping the pleasure relentless.

“Ahh, ngh, ah...!”

After a relentless pounding, the heat inside Yuder surged again. Though he had just emptied himself moments ago, his insides felt full once more. His legs shook. He reached up, wrapped his arms around Kishiar’s neck, climaxing again from the sensation alone. Kishiar, responding in kind, turned his head to nibble and lick Yuder’s fingers—then resumed his movements with renewed vigor.

Kishiar seemed to like doing it while standing. He didn’t stop, continuing to hold Yuder tight. The position shifted little by little—before long, Yuder’s lifted leg was lowered again, and he was bent halfway over the table, swaying with each thrust.

“Ah, ah, hnng...”

From this angle, he could see things he hadn’t been able to from the bed. Through the curtain’s gap, a long stream of light spilled in—it was daytime.

Through that light, Yuder caught a glimpse of the black shadow rocking in front of the table. Blinking against the daze, he realized it was the two of them—bodies fully joined, forming one lewd silhouette.

In the stretched light, he and Kishiar looked like one body, melded together out of overwhelming love.

‘...Yeah.’

Was this it? Had Kishiar felt this same emotion—that even when caring for Yuder during his rut, it had still felt good?

Yuder faintly smiled.

Then, as Kishiar kissed his cheek as if to ask what he was thinking, that thought vanished.

Once again, the inside was flooded. Yuder could feel the greedy contractions of his walls swallowing the fluid Kishiar released. Each time the table rocked violently, his own front rubbed against the edge, leaving smears of his own.

This, too, was overly stimulating. It was getting harder to stay standing. He wanted a more comfortable position. As he took the thrusts pushing deep inside, Yuder bent forward completely. Now half-collapsed over the table, this could no longer be considered “standing,” but he didn’t care. The man behind him followed the movement naturally, bending to press close, wrapping arms around his waist and pulling him tighter.

With the new angle and deeper thrusts, Yuder’s strength gave out. They couldn’t see each other’s faces now—but he could smell him more vividly. That was enough. The scent told him everything about the emotions Kishiar was feeling. Panting, swallowing his pleasure, Yuder spread his legs wider so the man could move more freely.

Kissing reverently down the back of his neck, the man expressed his joy, his happiness, his ecstasy—all clearly felt through their joined bodies.

Yes. Everything was perfect.