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The storm outside is rough. The wind chilled them to the bone and the rain was relentless. Sea towns were supposed to be calm, but here he is shoved inside of a tiny room in a minshuku near the middle of town trying to wait things out. The room is cramped and unlit, the deep grey of the storm their only source of light. With an incredibly comfortable looking futon neatly laid out on the middle of the floor. The blanket is big and it looks warm and more than anything Tomioka wants to be wrapped up in it and not his suffocatingly wet corps uniform.
Technically Tomioka was supposed to be training but he’d absconded to Sabito the moment Shinobu brought up functional recovery training. And Sabito insisted they go somewhere nice before Tomioka officially went back to work. So they went to the sea. And it was nice. The trek there was nice. When they first arrived in the morning was nice. But the moment evening hit, hell broke loose. The bottom dropped out and rain fell hard and heavy before they could decide where to lodge for the night. He could barely see the door to the tiny inn Sabito ushered him into. The lady of the house greeted them. She was sweet enough to board them for what little they had, but cruel enough to start making demands immediately. She insisted on their haoris before she’d even let them into the room. Something about tracking water through the main area. Tomioka was reluctant, petulant about it even. Sabito had to plead with him for it. So he relinquished the coat, tracked as much water as he possibly could through the small building before finally reaching his room, and there he pouted. He’s been scowling out the window for the past thirty minutes or so.
The sound of a door opening catches his attention.
“You still in uniform?” Sabito asks, shuffling in carefully with a bowl full of hot water and some towels. “There’s blankets outside the door. Pull ’em in for me.”
Tomioka notices that Sabito has brought back both slightly less sopping haoris.
“She didn’t kill you for tracking water through the hotel?” Giyuu asks, pushing the door closed with his foot, arms full of a big, soft blanket. “These are warm.”
“Yeah and wet now too.” Sabito says setting the bowl and the jackets on a short table in the corner of the room. “You sat in here this whole time and didn’t think to take off your uniform?” it sounds rough, but there’s no bite in the words. His brow furrows as he towels off Tomioka’s hair.
It’s not so much that he didn’t think to take it off, more so, it didn’t feel right to do it knowing Sabito was still out there dripping wet too. If Sabito suffered through it a little bit longer. He would too.
Tomioka doesn’t dignify the question with an answer, instead he undresses. Throwing his uniform next to the table in the corner of the room and drying himself off with some of the other towels. He’s naked as the day he was born. Tomioka thought he might be a little more self-conscious. Sabito is aware of his nakedness, a soft red brushed across his cheeks. He’s doing everything in his power not to stare, focusing extra hard on drying Giyuu’s unruly hair. Tomioka kneels and wraps himself in blanket he brought in earlier. It’s just as warm as he thought, like they’ve been baking on a hot stone, and they smell freshly laundered. Tomioka thinks he could eat this feeling up. He gestures for Sabito to sit too.
It’s quiet for a long time. Long enough for Tomioka to regain feeling in his toes. Sabito’s been staring at him for a while with a look so lovestruck Tomioka is having a hard time believing that it's a look reserved only for him. The self-consciousness he was looking for earlier piles on him all at once. Sabito really is looking at him like he’s his entire world. The sweetest thing he’s ever seen. Sabito’s eyes dart from place to place on his face. Drinking in the way his nose drips and his teeth clatter. It’s a little jarring watching the boy who was the center of his whole world look at him the same way. Rainwater roll’s down Sabito’s neck slowly, but steadily and he’s hit with the intense desire to rub him dry. Just like Sabito did for him.
“Can I undress you?” Giyuu asks, already unclasping the collar of his uniform.
Tomioka never really waited for a reply. Whatever crawled up his spine the moment before is telling him that right now is the time. The time to be soft and to honor a man who honors him and for that he drops the pretenses and lets the admiration roll off in waves. The love bottled up over the years. The desire to treat Sabito sweetly and take care of him in return after years and years of coddling takes over. And it must be evident. When Tomioka slides out of his blanket and settles himself between Sabito’s legs, there’s a hand already settled on his hip. Silently begging for him to come just a little closer and Giyuu almost relents. Slides into Sabito’s lips and lets the undressing happen naturally. But for some reason his body won’t allow it. He wants to see this through.
He’s attentive. The buttons of Sabito’s uniform are cold and that might be why his hands shake the way they do. The metal is still wet from the rain and his grip slips, but finally he manages. He slips into a rhythm, button after button coming undone. More of Sabito’s chest comes into view. Then the hard planes of his stomach and the scars from years of battle. Giyuu is helpless. He caresses them, for some reason it feels unreal, and he needs something to ground him. Sabito has always been beautiful. From childhood to this very moment. While it took him some time to grow into his looks, Sabito was blessed with all things from day one. He’s everything a man could ask for. As the last of Sabito’s clothes are folded and stacked at the edge of the futon, Giyuu can feel the last strings of his self-control snap.
The word ravenous is the last and most embarrassing word anyone could come up with in this moment, but the way the feeling settles in his gut hunger is all that he knows. Giyuu is on him. Crushing their mouths together and pulling Sabito on to the futon. He’s hot and the idea of Sabito’s weight settling on him has him winding his legs tighter and tighter around his waist. Giyuu grinds up, dragging the length of his cock up Sabito’s and the noise he gets is like heaven. Low and naughty. The urge is back and Giyuu runs his tongue up Sabito’s neck, slow and warm and wet, pressing kisses just under his jaw. Sabito’s lust addled brain finally catches up to him, grabbing a fistful of Giyuu’s hair, slowly prying him off his neck.
“Be good.” Sabito whispers, sweet, but firm, “Be good for me, beautiful.”
He presses Giyuu onto the futon, peppering sweet, slow kiss down his neck. Giyuu wishes he had the good sense to look first. He’s never wanted something this much in his entire life. The way Sabito’s tongue plays on his on inner thigh forces his eyes closed tighter and tighter. It’s good and wet and the heat of Sabito’s breathe is so close to his cock that it’s criminal, but it's not enough. Giyuu wants everything right now. He wants to see the swell of Sabito’s cock. The thick, syrupy drip of precum from tip to sack. He wants Sabito to fuck him into a new day. But Sabito is teasing him, holding his hips in stock-still, against the soft futon underneath them.
He’s concentrating so hard he’s forgotten to breathe and finally he lets out a shaky breath.
Sabito exhales, too. Just barely heard over the pouring rain. Giyuu catches it though and it makes him laugh. To think confident and sure Sabito, so stressed even after Tomioka jumped him first.
“Thought I lost you.” Sabito chuckles out through kisses on his love’s thigh.
“You will if you keep dragging your feet.” Giyuu reminds him, bucking his hips.
Sabito doesn’t take the bait, still moving slow and sweet as molasses in between his thighs, licking a long stripe from base to tip. Giyuu gives a shaky sigh, letting his legs spread wider.
Sabito to has never been more excited in is life. He’s so hard it hurts and Giyuu isn’t making it easier on him. Everything about him is beautiful. His cock is thick and flushed a lovely red and nestled right in a thick nest of black curls. The way his back arches whenever Sabito licks his way over his balls and the way his fists are balled up white-knuckle in the blankets. Sabito’s going to go cross-eyed from staring at it all. Giyuu smells like heat and sex and rain and the cracks in his composure are starting to show. It’s got him high. Higher than high. And he might be able to cum from just this. Just the way Giyuu shakes and moans and shivers under his touch. He takes Giyuu’s cock in his mouth. Pressing his nose deep into that patch of hair and breathing him in. The way Giyuu moans is delicious. It’s guttural and it sounds like Giyuu’s already lost his mind. Hs legs fly open, butterfly on the floor. Sabito can feel the fist in his hair, but no matter how tight he pulls there’s no leeway. Giyuu’s thighs feel soft and slick with sweat as he presses them further on to the futon. The cock in his mouth makes him feel full. It’s hot and heavy on his tongue and he can’t help the little teasing suck from root to tip. He releases him with a little pop, flashing him his pearly whites.
“Please.” It’s whiny and desperate and coming from the prettiest pair of bite swollen lips this side of sea.
Giyuu looks like he’s going to cry. So, Sabito does the right thing. Reaches into the pocket of his abandoned pants pocket pulls out a bottle of slick. He takes a thick, creamy thigh and presses it into a well-muscled chest.
“This okay?” Sabito asks.
Giyuu looks like he could care less what position he’s just as long as he gets a dick in him immediately, but still, he nods his head. It’s in this moment that Sabito realizes something. Giyuu is pale. Deathly pale. But bits of him are pink. The tip of his nose. His fingers and toes. His hole.
When Sabito presses a well-oiled finger in him, his hole gives way immediately. The press is easy down to the last knuckle and his grip on Giyuu’s thigh gets just a little tighter.
“You been practicin’?” Sabito asks, pressing in a second finger.
“Yeah.” Giyuu moans out, low and breathy and completely unashamed.
Sabito throbs and it hurts, but its so fucking good. He takes Giyuu’s cock in hand matching his strokes with every scissor of his fingers. He’s worried. He really could cum just from how absolutely starved Giyuu sounds.
He adds a third finger, pressing in deep for that little bundle of nerves.
“Have I ever told you how lovely you are?” Sabito asks caressing his way against Giyuu’s walls, the base of cock held tight in his fist. “You’re so pretty. Your lips are pretty and your eyes are pretty and everything about you turns me on.”
The moan chokes up in Giyuu’s throat, he’s shaking and oozing precum underneath Sabito’s gaze.
Sabito slicks up. Working his fist over his cock in slow, tight strokes.
“It always has. Ever since we were little. When I got older I used to think about you. I still do when I get some time alone.” Sabito’s voice is cracking with pleasure. The slow push into Giyuu’s tight heat is torturous. Giyuu’s eyes are crushed closed, but the way he’s pulling at the sheets is enough. It’s enough to keep Sabito going. Slowly pressing deeper and deeper until he’s bottomed out, balls pressed soft and snug between them. It feels like Sabito to can’t breathe. Giyuu is taking his time to adjust, slowly relaxing his legs. The moment Giyuu cracks his eyes open hurts. Sabito can feel his cock throb in him. They’re that same pretty, ice blue glazed over and fresh with unshed tears. Giyuu is hooking his legs over his shoulder and doing everything he can not to beg anymore than he already has.
“Goddamn, do I love you.” Sabito pulls out, slowly pushing his way back in. Relishing in the sweet little noises Giyuu makes. Until he can’t help himself anymore. The slap of skin on skin is deafening and Sabito can’t stop himself from moaning anymore. He’s in deep and punching out choked sobs from his sweet. Giyuu reaches between, stroking in time with Sabito’s thrust and the reaction is almost immediate. He cums with a low, cracked moan, hole fluttering as Sabito continues to drill into him. Sabito feels like his cock is being strangled. He watches Giyuu cum back arched and eyes screwed shut. It’s too much. He pulls out stroking himself through the last bit of his orgasm before flopping down next to Giyuu.
The rain hasn’t calmed down in the slightest, but the grey of the evening is now the dark of night. Giyuu feels calm. Like he can breathe again.
“You think she’s made any dinner?” Sabito grunts out making his way to the bowl of water across the room.
“Probably.” Giyuu says reaching for the second blanket.
“If you crawl under that blanket with cum all over you I’m gonna knock you silly.” Sabito grits out, returning with the bowl of water and a towel. Giyuu takes the bowl from him immediately. Setting it on the floor next to him and immediately setting out to clean Sabito.
The only sound in the room is the drip of water from Tomioka wringing out the towel.
“Do you really think I’m lovely?” Giyuu asks, rubbing down the inside of Sabito’s thighs. Slow and methodical.
“The loveliest.” Sabito says, with the same lovestruck look as before. Giyuu continues on quietly cleaning Sabito from top to bottom. Slow and with intent.
“Sabito.” Giyuu says finally taking a towel to himself.
“Hmmm?” Sabito is comfortable and hums it out sweet like a song.
“Thank you for you bringing back my haori.”
Sabito is the best kind of man. He sings back, unironic and unashamed.
“Anything for you, darlin.”