Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 60: [Bonus] Shower Time (R-18)

Ezra tore Oberyn's sweaty clothes away from him and guided him into the shower, his hand firm against the Nephilim's ass as he pushed him in.

"Ah!" Oberyn gasped. "Cold, cold!"

He reached for the crystal nested in the wall, tilting it slightly to the right. It shimmered with fiery light, and gradually heated the water cascading from above.

Ezra peeled off his shirt, the fabric clinging slightly to his skin, still damp from the lingering heat of the day. With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed it aside, followed swiftly by his pants, pooling forgotten on the floor.

The cool air kissed his exposed skin for only a moment before he stepped forward, drawn by the inviting shower and the Nephilim eagerly awaiting him inside. As he stepped in, droplets of water splashed against his chest, rolling down the taut lines of his muscles.

Thick steam wrapped around them, creating a veil of intimate heat.

Oberyn stood beneath the cascade, his golden hair darkened by the water, strands clinging to his flushed skin. Their eyes met - sparkling, vulnerable. Hungry.

Oberyn didn't look down. His hands were already used to Ezra's body - knew exactly what to do. He reached down both and started stroking, his grip slippery in the hot water that rained down on them. All the while, he stared directly into Ezra's eyes.

Ezra stamped his foot, twitching with pleasure. The thought of Oberyn's touch alone was enough to send him spiraling - the smooth, spellbinding tips of fingers were a heaven onto themselves.

In a normal situation, quality over quantity - but Ezra and Oberyn were doing a little experiment with his manhood. There was no need to hold out and try to last long.

He started to pant, letting the pleasure overtake him fully. In mere minutes, Oberyn's gentle strokes brought him to the edge, and he gladly pushed on through.

"I'm gonna cum- ah-aaah!"

His member began to convulse, shooting out hard and fast, coating the Nephilim's chest and stomach with seed. Oberyn gasped from the sensation, his body curling slightly, but he didn't back away.

The water washed away some of his mess, but not all. Oberyn didn't make any attempt to clean himself off, either - he liked being 'marked' in such a way.

"That was one," Oberyn smiled. He took a break from his stroking, pressing his naked body taut against Ezra's. His shaft still twitched and pulsed, burning hot against Oberyn's abs.

"What did you call it? I've got water in my ears," Oberyn giggled.

"O-oh," Ezra said, suddenly embarrassed to say the word outside of 'the moment'. "Cum..." he said awkwardly, trying to force a laugh. "That's what it was called in my world, anyway."

"Have you done this before?" Oberyn asked, his voice pensive. His eyes flickered downward before he realized the implication.

"Not that I mind at all!" Oberyn clarified. "In fact, it's kind of 'sexy' to think about."

"Mostly just with myself," Ezra replied. "There were a couple of guys, but not anything serious. Maybe just..." Ezra paused. "You know. Blowjobs and stuff."

"Blow-what?"

Talking about it was making Ezra firm up again already. Oberyn could tell as the rod pressed against him grew bigger and bigger - he would take care of it again. He grinded his body against Ezra as they spoke, tantalizing him.

"I'm really out of the loop on the sex terminology in this world I guess," Ezra smirked. "It's...that thing you did with your mouth yesterday."

Oberyn dropped to his knees and looked up, the water pounding his face and eyes. It was hard for him to see, but he was happy to use his hands to guide him.

"You mean this?" Oberyn said. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips about halfway down Ezra's shaft - as deep as he could get (for now).

Ezra trembled in excitement and anticipation. "Oh yeah. Just like that."

For the second time, Ezra quickly built up to a point of climax, unable to help himself as Oberyn's eager and inviting mouth worked wonders on his tip. Whatever Oberyn couldn't stuff in his mouth was cared for by adventurous hands.

"F-fuck - Oberyn!" Ezra gasped, his breath hitching as his body tensed violently, completely enthralled. "I can't - ahhhh!"

For the second time in fifteen minutes, Oberyn finished him off, pulling it out of his mouth just seconds before the release. Ezra sprayed over Oberyn's face, causing him to jerk backward slightly in surprise.

He looked up at Ezra, his face dripping wet from water and milk.

"Is this stuff safe to eat?" Oberyn asked. His obliviousness was beyond cute.

"Eh, I think so."

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Oberyn licked his lips, catching some of the milk in his mouth. "Good. It tastes really yummy. Can we do the next one in my mouth?"

Ezra took a heavy breath. He couldn't believe it but he was almost ready to go again. His new body was a miracle. His skin burned - not from the heat of the shower, but from Oberyn.

"Sure, but...give me a few minutes," Ezra laughed. "That's like, five times in the past twenty-four hours."

"Are you at your limit?" Oberyn asked, almost disappointed sounding. The thirsty Nephilim would keep doing this all day if he could - seeing how happy it made Ezra was reason enough.

"Not if you're going to let me finish in your mouth. I'll always have energy for that."

"That good, huh?" he wondered if he'd get to experience it someday himself.

The Nephilim's body was flushed, his golden eyes lidded, still catching his breath from the mess they had just made. He could feel Ezra's heartbeat thudding, their bodies entangled as the water washed over them.

It wasn't long before Ezra's member began to twitch again, ready for another round. And no words needed to be exchanged, as Oberyn dove back in, devouring Ezra.

"Aaah!" Ezra moaned, grabbing onto the walls for support. This time he wouldn't finish quickly - the Nephilim was going to have to work for it.

And he did - slurping and kissing and sucking for a full twenty minutes without complaint or pause. Working on Ezra's shaft was as delightful to him as it was for the recipient.

And the more Oberyn did, the more he trained his throat. And by the end of the twenty minutes, he was almost able to get all of Ezra's length in his mouth and throat. It was then, when Ezra felt his tip hit the back of Oberyn's throat, that he could no longer hold it anymore.

As he shuddered and released, Oberyn pulled him out of his mouth ever so slightly, keeping just the tip in his mouth as Ezra squirted. He sucked up the milk directly from the tip, moaning into it as it coated his throat. Ezra was amazed his body still had so much to release as it gushed out.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

The only sound was the steady patter of water, the way it dripped from their hair, rolled down their skin, traced paths along Oberyn's flushed collarbones.

Ezra let his fingers drift down Oberyn's back, soft, slow, lazy—and that earned him a quiet shiver.

A smirk played at his lips.

"So?"

Oberyn blinked up at him. His body twitched slightly, as if he wasn't ready to move yet. As if he wanted to stay like this just a little longer.

"So... what?" Oberyn's voice was hoarse, breathy.

Ezra chuckled, dragging his fingers through Oberyn's damp blond hair, pulling his head back just enough to meet his gaze.

"One more if we're trying to break a record."