Warmth enveloped Ryouma’s body as he slipped into the onsen’s murky pool and sank down to his shoulders. He couldn’t help the sigh that left him as he settled against the spring’s edge, legs barely grazing the natural lip of a seat underneath him as his body became weightless in the water. He hadn’t realized how tense he had been until his muscles unwound one by one, only afloat now in the water. The rising steam swaddled the rest of his muscles that hadn’t luxury of being submerged. His head buzzed pleasantly at the heat, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes as he drew in slow breaths.
It was quiet here. A private spring, included in the reservation. It was down a little ways from his sleeping quarters—a short walk down a cherry wood hallway and through a glass sliding door. Tall walls were erected around it for privacy, with a transparent paneling to make up the roof let in the most light while keeping out the elements.
Still, he couldn’t help but think as his mind drifted lazily along, that he would have liked to see the mountains just behind the walls. He’s certain it’d be a breathtaking sight with the natural fog.
The water next to him sloshed and suddenly a weight was in his lap. Ryouma cracked open an eye to see the frowning face of Oryou directly in front of his.
“Ryouma shouldn’t sleep out here.” Oryou wrapped her arms around his neck as she settled her legs around his thighs.
“I’m not sleeping, dear. Just closing my eyes,” Ryouma said as he drew them close once again.
A huff came from Oryou as she nestled her cheek against his shoulder. “Ryouma says that now...”
“If I start getting sleepy, I’ll head back in.”
Despite the reluctant groan rumbled from her chest, Oryou voiced nothing further. She pressed an ear to his chest as she drew her arm back, grazing his pecs with her nails. She lazily traced them back and forth across his skin as she listened to his slow heartbeat.
Ryouma sank further with the sensations. He didn’t even know his body could slacken anymore than it had. But there was apparently some tension that hadn’t left until his wife started unraveling it herself.
The faint scratch of her nails. Her soft skin. The warm breath that left her lips. Her thighs nestled around his hips. Ah, this was certainly going to be his undoing.
He lifted his head, drawing his arms around the small of her back. Oryou glanced up at the touch. A feeling in his chest swelled at the sight of her. Her dark hair shined perfectly, done up tight to keep out of the water, similar to his. Her skin was milky-white against the murky water, breasts just peeking out from underneath it. It was so tempting to lap up.
He brought a finger to her chin, nudging her up. Whether he met her or she met him wasn’t clear, but it hardly mattered. Their lips locked the same. Ryouma couldn’t help the sharp breath he drew at the touch, as though it was a splash of cool water.
Her lips tasted faintly of salt. He chased the taste further, pushing closer into her space. Even so, he could feel their lips break, her body drifting away. He kept a firm had on her back to keep her close, but she still managed slip from his grasp, breaking fully away from him. A small whine came from him as her lips left his.
Oryou floated just out of reach, a playful spark in her eyes. She drifted further away, pushing off against the floor to the other side of the spring. Dragging droplets across her skin, she teased him to follow.
Ryouma knew that the springs were only meant for soaking, but...it was just the two of them here. Nothing wrong with a little, private fun, right?
He didn’t dwell on it much further as he glided towards her like a prowling tiger, his shoulders poking out from underneath the water. Of course, as soon as he neared, she pushed off in another tangent.
“Ryouma’s going to have to be faster than that,” she said coyly, a teasing smirk on her lips.
“Why rush?” Ryouma chuckled as he followed.
“Mmm, if Ryouma isn’t quick, something else might snatch Oryou away.” She dramatically pouted as she hugged herself, feigning heartbreak at the idea.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that. I’ll still find you.” From underneath the water, Ryouma snatched her outstretched ankle. Oryou’s eyes sparked with delight as he dragged her close again, flushing his chest to hers.
He didn’t wait another breath before locking her lips to her. The intensity with which he kissed her, going as far to push them up against the nearest spring wall, clashed with the tranquility the spring offered. But he couldn’t help it. In his entire lifetime, he knew he hadn’t kissed her enough.
His lips broke from hers to press against her skin that poked out from underneath the water. He buried his face into her neck, her craning to open it all for him. Her legs tangled around his hips while nails dug sharp divots into his shoulders. Ryouma suppressed a groan as his head spun. The heat of the hot spring combined with the rush of blood to his head made him delirious. They really needed to get out of this bath.
He pushed his hands up her spine, tugging her tight against him. She wrapped her legs around his back in kind.
“Oryou...let’s...” he trailed off, the heat of everything burning him, but Oryou understood all the same.
“Let’s,” she agreed, nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder.
Ryouma led them out, gliding through the water as they stayed latched onto one another like seaweed on a rock. Their lips locked together once more, though keeping them locked as they clumsily exited the bath and stumbled over their discard yukatas proved to be difficult. It’d be far easier to untangle themselves from one another and walk back, but now that Ryouma had her so close, he simply refused to let her go.
He was briefly thankful that the suite they booked had sturdier walls than rice paper. Had it been that flimsy, they would have surely crashed through it with how they constantly slammed into them. All things considered, he’d certainly take a bruised back over explaining to the inn keepers multiple tears in the walls.
Still, the hallway felt arduously long. Not that he was helping with the amount of times he kept pinning Oryou to the wall to kiss her breathless. At one point, he got greedy and slipped his fingers between her legs. She squirmed at his touch, a small gasp against his lips before she pulled away.
“Ryouma...” she whined. She wriggled against him, her body begging for more.
“Just a little further,” Ryouma tried to placate her, but he was met with sharp nails digging welts into his shoulders. He swallowed a groan as he pressed his body into hers. His fingers faltered inside her. “J-just...”
It was his turn to get pinned, as Oryou dragged him around to bite into him.
He wasn’t sure how he managed to get her to the futon. But he managed it all the same and was happy for it. Here he could do his best work. And this was certainly his best, if Oryou’s arched back and stuttered gasps were anything to go by. He was always good with his tongue after all.
Her thighs pressed against his head, giving him a slight headache. Still, he continued to lap her up, slow and careful to build her up to release. He held her hips down to keep her from fidgeting too much, but he could only do so much when she really wanted to move. His entire body trembled with the effort of keeping her in place as she edged closer and closer to her climax.
“Ry...” she started but it got lost in her gasps. Her thighs around his head began to loosen and he felt her start to open underneath his tongue. His head spun with exhilaration as his chest swelled. He could keep at this forever, if she wanted. It felt too good to make her feel good.
Forever came to a quick close, though, as a long groan left her lips. Her entire body shuddered and he felt the sharp prick of her nails against his scalp as she held him in place. She rode out her orgasm on his face, until her body slackened and her groans turned to small pants. Her limbs splayed out against the futon as she finally collapsed.
Ryouma pushed himself up on his elbows, unable to keep the pride off his face at her dazed expression.
Oryou reached out and he drew himself up until his chest was up to hers. He brushed his lips against lips as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Mind if I finish inside?” he breathed as he nuzzled his cheek against hers.
Oryou was already wrapping her legs around his hips. A warm chuckle rumbled in his chest as he drew himself up to properly place himself inside her, before snuggling close against her once more. As he pressed his body against hers, gently rocking his hips, Oryou pulled the futon’s blanket across them.
Enveloped in warmth between Oryou’s soft body and the plushness of the futon, Ryouma could feel his body slacken as his eyes drifted closed. He tucked his head against her shoulder as his arms tightened around her. Oryou’s nails gently scratched at his hair, carefully tugging it loose.
“Ryouma’s going to fall asleep like this.” Oryou’s warning came out as a sleepy mumble.
“Better here than the hot spring,” Ryouma breathed.
“Mmm, true.” Oryou’s arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Still, is that alright?” She seemed worried that he hadn’t finished.
“You can take care of me later. For now, I want to stay like this.” Truly he didn’t want to move. If he could stay attached to Oryou like this for the rest of his life, he would.
“If Ryouma says so,” Oryou sighed before resting her head against his.
Ryouma hummed out a soft reassurance as he nestled deeper into her. The smell of sulfur was still fresh on them. Honestly they probably should have cleaned themselves before dragging themselves out of the bath. But in the moment, that was just another obstacle away from her, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it.
Ah, it’ll at least be easier to explain to the inn keeper why the futon smelled of sulfur anyway. A small price to pay to make his wife happy.