"We should probably stick to cleaning the essentials. The rest of us’ll get a pretty thorough soak in this boiling water anyway." I sighed.
"Agreed," Winter said with a slight smirk. "At this temperature, our skin’s gonna get pruney fast. We could even scrub off dead skin with some sand, it’s a great exfoliant. I’ll grab some from the beach tomorrow, since it’s mostly gravel here."
"I don’t see any dead skin on you. Your skin’s like silk," I murmured, giving him a meaningful look. "Makes me want to… keep touching it."
Winter had that subtle smirk on his lips again. "You know, my skin is pretty sensitive, almost like that of a redhead."
For a moment, I stared at him, mouth slightly open. His words sounded incredibly sensual, enticing… My pulse spiked instantly, and my breath caught in my chest. I just knew, the first wave was approaching. Fast.
"It’s coming, Winter, I can already feel the clenching. Down there." I shot him a pointed look, as if he weren’t perfectly aware of what I was hinting at.
Winter exhaled a small puff of air. "The problem is that the omega didn’t have any lube packets in his toiletry bag."
I smiled faintly. "That won’t be necessary for me. I produce slick. But… I do have a few packets in my bag."
"Oh… Why?"
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, do you really have to ask? As the saying goes, ‘Better safe than sorry.’" I chuckled with a bit of mischief.
"Besides… there’s always cum," I added in a lower voice.
Winter, whose cheeks were already flushed, probably from the hot water, but maybe not just that, murmured, "I see you think of everything."
"Not really. I mostly just make it up as I go. Planning’s more your thing, isn’t it?"
Under the surface of the water, I slowly reached out and placed my hand on his thigh. I saw the small, almost imperceptible shudder that ran through him.
"But I would love to go back to the… sensitive skin topic, and explore it a bit more in depth, if I may."
"What is there to explore?" Winter tilted his head, looking like he was barely holding back a chuckle.
"Oh, a lot… I really like your skin," I murmured.
"You’re fascinated by white skin?" He raised an eyebrow at me, perfectly mixing a playful and disapproving expression.
I scoffed. "It’s not about the color at all. You could be green or blue! It’s the whole package, everything about you fits together. You look like a prince of the ice elves. As an artist, I appreciate a cohesive aesthetic."
Winter rubbed his chin.
"Most people don’t see it as a ‘cohesive aesthetic’. What they see is pale skin. They usually assume I’m albino."
"Well, I’m different. I like looking at you. A lot."
Winter’s silver eyes drifted across my face.
"Interesting… You know, I was thinking the same thing about you."
"Thinking what, exactly?"
"A bunch of things I’m not going to disclose," he muttered with a subtle smirk.
Then he turned his head toward the cave entrance. There was less and less daylight; the inside of the cave was gradually being filled with shadows.
But there was another pressing issue, one that was becoming harder to ignore—like my ongoing erection and more frequent contractions in my hole.
One was especially intense and made me gasp a bit.
I lowered my gaze to Winter’s shoulder, which was nearly touching mine, our skin brushing ever so slightly. His milky complexion stood out against the dark stones lining the edge of the stream.
