The ride back to the Western Fortress was slow and silent. The sun had risen high, and with it had come sweltering summer heat. The pride I had briefly felt after a successful hunt had been washed away by the distracting encounter with that blonde-of-hair Nohrian prince. I held my reins loosely, and mindlessly let my horse follow Hinata's steed. What was his name again? Leo?
I pictured his face in my mind. His short cropped hair accented his petit features, perfectly framing his eyes, which smouldered a dark reddish-brown hue. Lips pursed seriously. Then, beneath the water...
I felt hot, suddenly, and pushed the thought from my mind as soon as it had come. Get a grip on reality, Takumi.
Birds sang their summer songs in the trees nearby, and Hinata swayed gently in his saddle, whistling as he rode. I tried to focus on my surroundings—the steady clop-clop of hooves, the lush green vegetation that closed in against the trail we followed—but still my thoughts were abuzz.
The memory of Hinata's breath, hot and close against my neck, swelled suddenly in my mind. For a brief moment, I could smell his husky scent just as when we had wrestled. He had me pinned against the ground, I had managed to lock my legs around his strong hips... yet, when we locked our eyes together, I had let my touch go soft. I had looked at him longingly, and he knew it. We both knew it. He turned away, a little redder than before. Wrestling was over. He still served me as retainer, of course, but we never spoke of it again.
Oboro was watching me—I could feel her eyes boring into me once I came to my senses. My eyes had been locked on Hinata's shoulders and strong back, and I released my gaze. The memory of his hard, supple body pressed against mine had stirred me at my root and I could feel my member swelling between my legs. I tried to fight it. I tried to fight the feeling of ache and urgency it brought to bear.
That night, as I lay in bed drifting off to sleep, the scene at the hot springs unfolded again and again. My eyes looked over the naked prince's body; his slight shoulders; his big... thing, softly engorged from the hot springs and glistening wet in the dawn.
Come on, Takumi... You're a normal, healthy boy... Right? Get a grip...