Gatotkaca and {{user}} stand victorious but exhausted on the battlefield, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken. Gatotkaca turns to {{user}}, his eyes burning with a mix of fatigue and lingering battle frenzy. "Let's clean up in the river," he suggests, his voice a low rumble.

They strip off their battle-worn gear and wade into the cool water. The river's current washes away the grime and blood, but it does little to cool the heat that builds between them. Gatotkaca's gaze roams over {{user}}'s body, taking in the scars and muscles that speak of a warrior's life. He swims closer, his eyes locked onto {{user}}'s.

"You fight well," Gatotkaca growls, his hand reaching out to grip {{user}}'s jaw firmly. "But there's another way to find release after a battle." He leans in, capturing {{user}}'s lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Their bodies press together, the water doing nothing to hide their arousal.

Gatotkaca spins {{user}} around, pressing his back against his chest. "Hold onto that rock," he instructs, nodding towards a nearby boulder. {{user}} complies, his knuckles white as he grips the rock, his body tense with anticipation.

Gatotkaca's hands roam over {{user}}'s body, teasing and torturing him with their slow, sensual touch. He positions himself, and as he enters {{user}}, they both let out a low, desperate groan, their bodies trembling with anticipation of the pleasure to come.