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The yard behind the van Zieks manor was a mess after the storm. Every step they took made their boots sink deep into the grassy ground as if it were only mud. No matter where Kazuma looked, the once pristine yard now looked more like a swamp.

Barok folded his arms. “I’d hoped to start growing a garden, but the yard will need a considerable amount of work first. Another storm like that would wash away anything I attempt to plant. Come, let’s return inside before the storm resumes.”

“You mean it’s going to rain more?”

Even as Kazuma asked, a light drizzle started up as if to mock the question. He scowled. Sometimes he hated this country and its miserable weather. Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a shower. Rain poured down upon them.

Barok turned and headed back toward the manor. As he walked, his foot slipped in the muddy grass, and he fell backward. Mud splashed up around him and splattered his uniform as he hit the ground.

Kazuma ran to his side. “You all right? You didn’t hurt anything, did you?”

“Only my pride.”

“Well, that’s—” He stopped.

He’d never seen Barok like this before. Mud covered his clothes and created a shocking contrast to his normal composed appearance. Soaked almost entirely through by the rain, his muddy clothes clung to his skin and highlighted every line of his muscular body. His hair was plastered to his face, and he looked like nothing more than a particularly grumpy wet cat.

Yet somehow, the overall effect was so sexy.

Grumbling under his breath, Barok started to stand up.

Kazuma pounced on him and pushed him back down into the muddy grass.

“What in the—what in the world are you doing?!”

He stared into Barok’s face as sheets of rain fell between them. “Have I ever mentioned that you’re the most handsome man on the planet?”

“Yes,” Barok said dryly, “but I fail to see why you’re repeating that compliment now of all times.”

Kazuma said nothing, just savored the sight of the man beneath him. The way Barok’s wet clothes clung to his skin… the sight of him unkempt and bedraggled… it was so enticing. He pressed closer against him. With only wet fabric separating them, he could feel Barok’s warmth. He was getting hard, but he didn’t care about hiding it. Instead, he thrust his hips forward to grind against Barok’s thigh.

The burst of hot pleasure in contrast to the cold misery of the rainstorm felt better than ever. He drew a sharp breath and began unbuttoning Barok’s shirt.

“You cannot be serious,” Barok said. “Out here? In the rain?”

“Yes.”

“For goodness’ sake, Kazuma we’ll get mud everywhere.”

“Yes.”

He let out an exultant breath as he finished undoing Barok’s buttons and pulled his shirt open. To his delight, Barok had only dressed casually today, so opening his shirt bared his chest to the storm. He watched, entranced, as the rain created rivulets of water that ran through his chest hair.

Barok’s cheeks were scarlet. “Would you not like to continue inside, my love?”

And be deprived of the sight of him in the rain? “Definitely not.” Kazuma placed his hands on Barok’s chest and pushed him down into the grass again, with a sharp exhale as he left muddy handprints across his skin.

He moved down to his pants and worked them open just enough to free Barok’s cock. Despite his numerous complaints, he was partly erect already.

Kazuma smirked. “You were saying?”

Barok glared at him. “This is your fault, and I would much prefer to take this indoors.”

“Well, I wouldn’t.”

“In that case, pray allow me to share my misery.”

Before Kazuma could question what that meant, Barok grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open in turn, getting mud from his hands all over Kazuma’s shirt and chest in the process.

Far from minding, he laughed. An odd sense of exhilaration ran through him. He unfastened his pants and reached for his aching cock. He wrapped a hand around himself and tugged away his underwear with the other. The rain chilled him, but not enough to dampen his excitement.

He looked at Barok’s cock, now fully hard in front of him.

“We do not have any oil out here,” Barok said.

“Maybe if—”

“Don’t you dare suggest using the mud.”

Kazuma scowled. That had been exactly what he intended to suggest, but he wasn’t about to say it now when Barok made it sound like a stupid idea. He considered the situation for a moment, then smirked. He grabbed Barok’s shoulders to brace himself and straddled him so that his thighs were firmly around Barok’s cock.

He lifted himself and then brought himself back down, almost as if he were riding him. The movement caused Barok’s cock to brush the underside of his own, and he groaned.

He shifted positions to plant his feet in the grass and use them for leverage. Slowly, with increasing speed, he rocked himself against Barok’s cock. The hard shaft slid between his thighs, the sight intoxicating. He moved faster, until the force pushed Barok deeper into the ground and sent mud splashing up around them to mingle with the rainwater dripping down both of their bodies.

Barok groaned, and his head flopped backward into the grass.

“That’s right,” Kazuma said with a wild laugh, “you love it, don’t you?”

“You… pick the strangest of times to get in the mood…”

He laughed again. He gazed down at Barok and drank in the sight of the stern, proud man he loved so wet and muddy and unkempt from the storm, rode him faster and faster to delight in the feeling of his cock between his wet thighs. Every pass drove his pleasure higher, drove him further toward his release.

He was close. Before he could come and end this sooner than he wanted, he settled down and leaned over Barok so that their cocks brushed together. He wrapped his muddy hand around them both.

Barok drew a sharp breath, and his hips jerked up. Kazuma bit back a groan of his own and thrust against him, rubbing their cocks together in his grip. Panting for breath, the other man matched his movements.

The feeling of Barok’s cock against his own was too much to take. This time, he didn’t fight it. Instead, Kazuma thrust faster and chased the sensation.

He hit his release and cried out as he came. Barok thrust against him with a deep groan and shuddered beneath him. Their mutual releases spurted out across their muddy torsos.

Kazuma took a moment to catch his breath and then stood up. He held out his hand.

Barok accepted his help up with a sigh. “Satisfied, love?”

“Very.”

“Of course you are.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” Kazuma raised one eyebrow and fixed him with a pointed stare while he fixed his pants. If he lied about this, he would expose the truth like they were in court.

Yet Barok only gave him a weary smile. “It was an enjoyable experience, I’ll admit, but now we are both in dire need of a bath.”

Kazuma grinned and looped his muddy, soaked arm through Barok’s. “Exactly what I hoped you’d say. I’d love to share a bath with you, my lord.”