Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 59: Cleaning Up The Rest (Suggestive)

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the horizon in strokes of amber and deep violet when Ezra finally returned. His body hummed with energy, thrumming with the mana he'd absorbed. Every muscle felt stronger, every step lighter.

On his approach, his senses were assailed with the now-familiar scent of pine and crystal-clear waters. The aroma of his beautiful new home.

Ahead of him, Oberyn and Rav sat sprawled across the grass, panting. Their clothes clung to their sweat-slicked bodies, hair damp with exertion.

"Looks like you two had a productive day!" Ezra shouted as he approached. A warm breeze blew through him - the sweltering heat of the day yet hung hot and heavy over the mountain.

Oberyn and Rav shared a look - something softer than before. Their relationship had been tense, strained, but hours of training had melted some of the ice between them. It wasn't just for Ezra's sake. This was the beginning of something real. A bond that belonged to them alone.

Slowly, they considered each other 'friends' - not just because of Ezra, but because of the unique bond they were developing as well.

"Wouldn't be half as bad if not for the heat wave," Rav panted.

The heat had been relentless, pressing down on them like a weight. The training had been demanding, yes - but for Oberyn, it was a war against his own lungs. His breaths had been ragged, his body unused to the controlled flow of mana breathing.

And for Rav, it had been an exercise in patience. He had been filtering magic through Oberyn's lungs, doing what he could to stop the cursed mark from growing. Now, exhaustion clung to him in the form of sticky sweat and lazily flicking ears.

But the exhaustion was worth it.

Oberyn sat beaming, chest rising and falling from exertion. The joy on his face was carefree, unguarded—something Ezra had never seen before.

It was endearing.

Warmth overtook Ezra - not from the sweltering sun, but from within. The tsundere fairy twink who once tried to kill him - he was now starting to slowly but surely break out of his hardened exterior.

It was the side of him that Ezra found himself drawn to most. He wanted the whole world to see who Oberyn really was, not just the mask he wore to be strong.

"You've indeed done well. Mana Breathing will be second nature to you before long."

Rav smiled wistfully, heart full of pride.

"Well, boys - I need a cold shower. Would you like to join? I'm sure all three of us could fit."

Ezra's smirk froze.

"Oka-" Oberyn started, only to be interrupted immediately.

"We're good!" Ezra cut in immediately.

"Suit yourselves."

Rav clacked his fan and a cloud whipped under him from nearby, ascending him to the upper floors of the pagoda, tail swishing lazily.. Ezra and Oberyn watched him disappear into his chambers.

"I do want to take a shower...is that okay?"

"Yeah, just not with Rav. He'll...you know."

"Be naked? Yeah, that's sort of what I was hoping for..."

Oberyn glanced up and only just then noticed the look of shock on Ezra's face. "What?" he said defensively. "Wouldn't it be better if I have multiple examples of what a dick looks like, so when I make one it can look...good?"

Ezra ruffled Oberyn's hair. "Your innocence is truly unbelievable, Oby. Go wash up."

The Nephilim trotted off, somewhat confused but happy to oblige - but Ezra hesitated.

A thought flickered through his mind, and before he could second-guess himself -

"Hey, Oby. If you were down to shower with Rav...maybe I can join?"

Oberyn's face instantly burned red.

He hesitated, ears flushing all the way to the tips, as if he was just now realizing what showering together actually implied.

"Surprised you asked," he said, voice teasing but shaky. "Figured by now you'd just show up."

Ezra chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way...maybe next time I will."

The next thing either of them knew, they were running upstairs, breathless with anticipation.

The moment the bathroom door clicked shut -

Ezra pressed Oberyn against the wall, crushing their bodies together.

The heat between them ignited instantly.

His lips found Oberyn's neck, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin just beneath his jaw. Oberyn let out a small, involuntary gasp, his hands clutching at Ezra's shoulders.

"Mmmf - what about the shower?" Oberyn pleaded half-heartedly, his fingers tugging at Ezra's shirt.

Ezra nibbled at his collarbone, tasting salt and warmth - but somehow, even Oberyn's sweat was sweet.

He grabbed a fistful of Oberyn's hair, tilting his head back just enough to meet his eyes.

"What can I say? I've been gone all day, just thinking about last night over and over again..."

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His voice tickled Oberyn's ear, sending a jolt of intoxicating energy through his veins.

Oberyn squirmed, fluttering his eyes mischievously. He must've learned that one from Rav.

"I thought it might take days for you to recover," Oberyn said sheepishly. "How many times a day can you do it, anyway?"

Ezra hoisted Oberyn off his feet, pinning him to the wall. The Nephilim instinctively wrapped his legs around Ezra's waist, and the friction sent a pulse of heat through Ezra's body.

"I don't know," Ezra thought. His record was four in a day in his old body - but that was pushing himself to his absolute limit.

But after playing with Oberyn last night and going three times, he sensed that his new body could have gone even more. Stamina was no issue whatsoever.

"Want to find out?" Ezra grinned tauntingly.

"I mean, it's good for research purposes," Oberyn smiled, but even he couldn't keep up the facade.

"I also, you know, might be enjoying it even more than you are," he admitted, breathless.

Ezra's heart thudded. He swore it could've beat right out of his chest, with how excited he was.

"Good," he whispered, low and sensuous. "Then let's test that theory."

And with that -

Ezra carried Oberyn toward the shower, lips never leaving his skin.