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Rain likes to play innocent with Payu.
It’s not always a play of course, at least, it wasn’t at first. Rain was the exact opposite of experienced before he met Payu. Not quite virginal, but compared to his boyfriend…
Okay, so basically virginal. Rain had slept with all of two girls before he slept with Payu. And they weren’t bad experiences, not necessarily. But comparatively, it actually felt a little blasphemous to even call those fumbling, uncoordinated and desperately awkward occurrences sex.
Sex with Payu is something otherworldly and arcane. The pleasure that Payu’s hands leave behind them, as his fingers slide and push and stretch, is a form of dark magick. It isn’t something comprehensible, or quantifiable by human language.
The blossoming feeling of complete squishy emptiness that Rain had felt in the beginning, when Payu had him hanging on every word, was like nothing Rain had ever experienced. Something compelled him to follow every order, to let Payu lead him to greater and greater heights with every clipped, firm word. He allowed his boyfriend to hold him by a single hand and lean him over the cliff’s edge, secure in the knowledge that Payu would not let him fall.
So, they have sex a lot. Rain’s naivety and innocence were never destined to last. But he sees how it turns Payu on, when he blushes and stammers, acting clueless when Payu practically jumps him for being a tease.
“P’Payu,” he whines, doing his very best to hide his smile. “What are you doing?”
Payu grins, hands trailing down Rain’s back to squeeze his ass, pulling their bodies closer together. “Don’t pretend, I can feel how hard you are, baby.”
“I’m not, I’m just–” A moan cuts him off, caused by the weight of Payu’s hand wrapping around his cock. “Daddy~ Don’t be mean,” he complains, mouth forming a practised pout. “I’ve been good.”
Chuckling, Payu nips his bare shoulder, before whispering, “Oh, really?”
Rain hums, attempting to buck his hips up into Payu’s grip. His boyfriend’s other hand holds him firm, keeping him still. The fingers on his cock are static, wrapped tight around him but unmoving. “Always your good boy,” he says, almost smug.
“Care to test that theory?” Payu asks, dark and full of promise.
And because Rain knows that Payu likes it, because he does too, he says, “No.”
The growl that Payu makes in response, coupled with the tightening of his fist around Rain’s cock, has him whimpering. His legs almost buckle.
“Want to repeat that?” This one is a threat, rather than a question.
Rain shivers, more than ready for the harshness that is bound to follow his answer. “I said, no.”
When Payu fucks him hard, merciless and with little prep, Rain cries. He begs for Payu to slow down, to go easy on him, to be kind to his good boy. Payu doesn’t listen. Instead, he says that good boys stay quiet and take what they are given. It makes Rain whimper and his cock jump with thick, inescapable arousal.
They cum together, in tandem and hard enough that fireworks burst behind Rain’s squeezed-shut eyelids.
So, as a result of repetitive study, Rain gets rather good at the little games he and Payu play together. He especially likes when he gives Payu permission to push him, drive him completely insane and then fuck into him hard and rough enough that Rain begs for him to stop, tears streaming down his face, needing mercy.
He likes it when no matter what he says, how he pleads, Payu keeps fucking into him with that same determination, as brutal and consuming as a summer storm. Rain had actually needed to safeword out once, just to get a breather, afraid he was going to have an actual heart attack with how hard it was hammering in his chest.
Payu certainly seems to like it too. Something molten, searing as a star going supernova, grows in his eyes whenever Rain pouts and whines like that, when he begs Payu to have mercy, go easy on him, all whilst internally hoping for the exact opposite.
Rain supposes it stands to reason. After all, Payu likes to teach. And luckily, when it’s Payu’s lessons, Rain loves to learn.
So, after Rain receives a text from Payu saying that his proposal finally got accepted, he thinks he has the perfect idea for how they should celebrate.
It was a dream that had given him the inspiration.
A few days ago, whilst Rain was preparing for his submission deadline, papers spread out over the table in the living room, Payu had returned from work and sat down on the floor next to him.
Within seconds, he had begun pointing out the errors and providing corrections to Rain’s workings. If it were anyone else, that little rejection-sensitive part of his brain would have started blaring, causing him to lash out and argue, to feel instantly defensive. But, because it was Payu, Rain’s brain was settled and comfortable.
Besides, every time Payu made a correction, he would lean in extra close, making sure their eyes met, his face set hard and austere as he spoke. His tone was firm and heavy with intention, a similar quality to it’s oppressive weight as he ordered Rain to bend over, keep still, be good, be good, be–
It had taken an immense amount of effort to follow the meaning of Payu’s words, to nod and make each of the changes instead of knocking the pages onto the floor and demanding that Payu take him right there in the living room.
Eventually the pressure of Payu’s gaze had been too much to bear, leading Rain to snap out, “Are you going to keep it up with the tutor routine all night or are you going to actually fu–”
Payu had cut him off with a biting kiss before the curse could even fully leave his mouth. Rain’s back is still a little bruised even now, a few days later, from how violently Payu had thrown him back against the hardwood floor, his head smacking down with a thunk.
The sound had caused the harsh edge in Payu’s eyes to suddenly soften, his hand reaching out to soothe over the small bump apologetically. “You alright, sweet boy?”
He had been, but Rain couldn’t resist screwing his features up in mock upset and complaining. “Hurts,” he said, voice wobbling a little. “Daddy’s so mean.”
And after being accused, Payu couldn’t seem to stop himself living up to the attribute, keeping Rain on edge with just his hands and his mouth until Rain was begging and pleading and upstairs they both heard Saifah’s door open only to immediately slam closed with a yell of disgust.
Rain would have been embarrassed, had his brain not been melting out of his ears in liquid form at the time.
That night, as Rain drifted off to sleep with Payu’s arms wrapped comfortingly around him and his brain cycled through the day’s events, he dreamt.
“Nong, you’re not listening.”
P’Payu looks exasperated, his arms crossed over his chest and nostrils flaring with barely contained frustration.
Rain groans. “I’m trying, Phi, I swear! It’s just difficult to concentrate.”
Payu lets out a breath and shakes his head slightly. The disappointment rolls off him in waves, sweeping Rain away in a swathe of discomfort, drowning him in guilt that flushes the edges of his cheeks. It makes him kind of want to cry.
He’s always looked up to Payu, the most capable and accomplished senior in his faculty, the code-line senior that every one of his classmates wished desperately that they had gotten. Payu was here, taking time out of his busy schedule to tutor Rain and Rain cannot even manage to focus on what the man is saying.
Okay, now he really wants to cry. It’s extremely difficult to resist the urge.
Payu takes a moment, before seeming to get an idea. “Perhaps you’re lacking the right…” He hesitates, seeming to choose his next word very carefully. “Motivation, Nong.”
Rain tilts his head, unsure what Payu means.
“Sit up straight,” Payu says, voice clear as cut glass and just as sharp.
Rain obeys, almost without even thinking.
Payu makes a humming sound, pleased and honeyed and warm. “That’s good.” His voice has gone all caramel smooth and Rain almost shivers.
Placing a hand on Rain’s knee, Payu begins to rub over the denim softly, drawing patterns there with his calloused fingers. It’s a teasing touch, one that sets Rain’s nerve endings alight with electricity, a storm raging beneath his skin and goosebumps rise on the back of his neck.
“How about,” Payu begins, a smug smile playing at his lips. “You read out that page of notations and if you’re good and don’t stumble on any of the words, then I won’t stop. Understand?”
Biting his lip, Rain looks up from the place where Payu’s hand is sliding further up his thigh. “You won’t stop what–”
“I asked if you understand, Rain.”
Rain swallows. Then nods.
“Words,” Payu says, not even looking at Rain, his eyes turned to the paper on the desk before them.
“I-I uh,” Rain stutters, feeling a strange, unfamiliar feeling sweep through him. His brain feels all slow and sticky, like he can’t quite get a handle on his thoughts; they all keep slipping away, oozing through the gaps between his fingers and falling in puddles on the floor, as though he has stuck his hands into vats of golden syrup in an attempt to keep hold of handfuls of the stuff. “I u-understand, Phi.”
“That’s better,” Payu praises and Rain doesn’t know why but he keens.
Rain tries his very best to focus on the page in front of him, reading each word aloud and doing everything in his power to keep the syllables clear and properly pronounced. It’s exceptionally difficult. Especially since, the entire time, Payu’s index-finger is tracing the inseam of his jeans, edging closer and closer to his crotch with every pass.
It’s incredibly distracting and incredibly hot and Rain is incredibly unsure that this is really happening because what the fuck, what the fuck, what the–
“You stuttered,” Payu says, face close enough that Rain can feel the heat of his breath against his cheek. “Strike one, Nong. I know you can do better than that.”
The disappointment stings. It’s a good kind of sting. Rain wants more.
He continues reading, considering each curl of his tongue on the softer consonants, the press of his lips together as he forms the plosive sounds, trying desperately to keep each phoneme full and sharp and–
“P’Phayu!” Rain yelps as Payu’s hand moves to stroke over the fly to his jeans, touching Rain’s (already embarrassingly hard) cock through the denim.
Payu tuts. “Nong, I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“But–”
“Hands on the table,” Payu orders.
Immediately, Rain obeys the command, refusing to think about why.
“Palms up.”
Rain flips his hands.
“Now, since you misbehaved, Phi is going to punish you, okay?”
Confused, Rain’s head tilts to the side. “Punish… me?”
Picking up the thin, wooden ruler from the desk, Payu raises it to hover over Rain’s outstretched hands and meets his gaze. “Phi is going to give you three hits, okay? It’s supposed to hurt, it’s a punishment, but if it's too much I want you to say so. Can you do that? Can you be good for me, Rain?”
It’s the first time Rain has heard Payu use his actual name without the additional honorific. The sound of it, so casual and intimate, lights up sparks across Rain’s forearms. Fireworks brew in his open palms, sizzling and set to explode.
He nods. The anticipation is a fuse.
Payu raises the ruler.
Crack!
Rain had woken up with a raging boner and a brand-new fantasy to add to his (ever-growing, seemingly endless) list.
And tonight would be the night to put it into action. Payu, the stern-faced senior with a secret agenda and Rain, the innocent, virginal freshman with a mountain of unexpressed and unknown desires inside of him, just waiting to be unleashed.
The perfect storm.
Because he’s a brat, Rain strips off the moment he gets home (their home, no longer just Payu’s, but theirs) and takes his phone into the bathroom with him. He showers quickly and wipes the steam from the mirror, artfully tousling his wet hair before snapping a couple of selfies with his tongue stuck out cheekily and his bare ass reflected by the mirror in the background.
He follows the photos with a teasing little message, one that reads:
Such a shame i don’t have anyone to help dry me off 🥺
Payu replies within minutes.
Hubby 🌪️ (3)
Be careful, babyboy
Or is someone’s ass in need of some new marks?
Behave yourself
Rain smirks, appreciating the set-up of Payu’s order. One that allows him to answer:
No 😚
I had a long day so I’m going to have some funnnnn
Not my fault you’ve gotta work late and leave me here, all aloneee
Have some sympathy for your wifey
I won’t repeat myself, baby
You know what the consequences will be
I will be home within the hour
Rain smiles to himself wandering back to the bedroom, phone in hand and body completely bare. The airconditioning is low enough that Rain’s skin is almost dry, from just the warmth in the air alone.
He lets it go for now, because, as much as he loves punishments, he has something else in mind for tonight. He’s already got what he wanted in the first place; Payu’s attention. He’s sure his boyfriend will leave work sooner than he had been previously planning too after receiving those messages.
Mission accomplished.
Yes, Daddy
He throws the title in just to be sure that Payu will forgive him.
Rain will be good. See you soon <3
It takes a little while for Payu to respond, enough time for Rain to dress himself again.
That’s my boy.
The use of ‘my’ in the message makes Rain kick his legs and let out a little squeal of delight. He loves it when Payu uses such possessive language, the words making Rain’s insides go all glittery, twisting up with pure, sparkling delight.
Once he’s (just barely) regained his composure, Rain refocuses on putting together his outfit. It should be something simple, casual but still impactful given the scene he wants to suggest.
In the end he settles on a pair of light blue, very ripped jeans and a red t-shirt with large, white block letters spelling ‘GOOD BOY’. The top is small enough that a strip of honeyed skin between the hem of his shirt and his jeans shows the moment he moves either of his arms even an inch. It’s nothing special, but that’s the point.
Moving to the desk, Rain shifts around some of Payu’s documents and covers them with a few sheets of his own work, mostly old blueprints from the previous semester and some other projects that he’d lost interest in. He opens the drawer to pull out some stationary for realism. Although, if he’s being honest with himself, the purpose of the wooden ruler he places on top of the sheets is more varied than one might think.
Payu really has taught him a lot over the past few months.
Rain is looking forward to showing Payu just how good of a student he can be.
Because he listens well and has read a few of the articles Payu had sent him in the first few weeks of their relationship, Rain knows he should really discuss things with Payu before he returns home, giving him some heads up about his plans for the night. However, he really wants this all to be somewhat of a surprise…
Tilting his head to the side and catching his bottom lip between his teeth, he considers the problem. Perhaps he can just hint towards the idea? Rain feels unsure and suddenly a little nervous, he’s taken things in his stride but still, kink (and sex in general) really is new to him.
Pulling out his phone, he swipes his conversation with Payu away and taps on the next message thread below it.
How do you subtly hint to your boyfriend that you want to roleplay a scene without giving spoilers?
Sky (1)
WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS
Then, another quick buzz.
LEAVE ME ALONE I'M ON A DATE
Rain just grins, dismissing the complaints as he types:
Skyyyyyy, it is your duty as my friend to help me, what should I do??
handing the phone to p’pai before i break it
make it quick
You’re the best!
he really is 😊
Even without the pronoun change signalling Prapai’s arrival, Rain would have known it was him. Sky never used emojis (and also never spoke about himself so positively). The speech bubble pops up again immediately.
just got for it!
payu’s a smart guy, he’ll play along
Rain ponders that for a moment, tapping his finger to his chin a couple of times as he deliberates. Prapai is right. Payu is smart. That’s part of the reason this whole scenario is so alluring in the first place.
Okayyyyy, thanks p’pai
The next text signals Sky’s return.
go fuck your boyfriend and leave me alone with mine
i can and will block you
Love you too <3
🙄
Dropping his phone onto their bed, Rain bounces over to the desk with not just one, but several springs in his step.
⋆☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆
When Payu returns home from work, the house is quiet.
He is immediately suspicious.
Living with Rain is not a quiet affair. Usually, when he comes home, he is greeted by his smiling boyfriend, often with a freshly-cooked (if a little burnt) meal on the table, wearing something a little too revealing and with those little dancing stars in his eyes when he catches sight of Payu.
Dating Rain really is such an ego boost. Not that Payu is unfamiliar with adoration, but the sparkling, golden, honey-soaked happiness that bubbles from Rain when he sees him just feels so… Different. Better. Perfect.
Everything about Rain is perfect.
The only thing that isn’t is that, currently, the boy is nowhere to be seen.
Scanning over the open-plan room, Payu frowns and heads towards the stairs. He’d been hoping to maybe take Rain out for dinner if he hadn’t prepared anything. Work has put him in a truly fantastic mood and he’s keen to celebrate with his beloved tonight.
Perhaps Rain had fallen asleep after his shower?
Payu steps towards their bedroom door, shucking his leather jacket off his shoulders and letting it slip off his left side, catching it on his right and throwing it over his forearm in preparation for it to be hung back onto the hanger waiting inside.
“Oh, Phi!” Rain exclaims, standing up to greet him when Payu steps over the threshold and it’s…
Odd. Rain’s tone is oddly formal, a little distant. He’d been sitting at the desk in the room, his most-recent assignment spread out in front of him. He’s shuffling his feet slightly, eyes darting around skittishly. He’s nervous.
Payu is just about to ask what might be the matter, when Rain continues.
“Hope you don’t mind us studying here, Phi,” he says, voice wobbling with nerves and something like excitement. “Hope you were able to find the house okay.”
Payu raises an eyebrow.
“I really appreciate you making the time to tutor me,” Rain continues, placing heavy emphasis on the word ‘tutor’ and fixing Payu with an especially meaningful look.
And oh, oh, okay. Payu remembers now, coaxing Rain through an orgasm on a lazy Saturday morning, listening to Rain relay the events of a particularly interesting dream he’d just woken from. The pieces suddenly slot neatly into place.
Payu smiles.
“Your directions were perfectly satisfactory, Nong.”
Relief washes over Rain’s features like poured water clearing the splashes of mud marking a wheel-guard. Rain forcibly returns the jitters to his limbs, biting down on his lip as he looks Payu up and down with all the subtlety of a bomb going off, taking on the mannerisms of his past-self without much difficulty.
The self-denial pours off him in waves and Payu is just as keen to break through its barriers now as he was when he had first met Rain on the side of the road; the pretty, skittish little bunny of a boy who eagerly held out his hand to hold Payu’s helmet and couldn’t help calling him handsome, without knowing what the feelings brewing in his gut truly meant at the time.
Stepping closer, Payu drops his jacket down onto the sofa.
Rain is wearing casual clothes, the rips in his jeans only a touch too revealing. Payu can see the fading patches of purple and yellow-green peeking through the gaps in the fabric covering Rain’s thighs, the marks that still resemble the shapes of his hands and teeth. He longs to renew them, darken them, making it so they never fade.
He puts the intention aside, keen to play along with Rain’s little scene. It’s clear that the boy has put some effort into it. And, while Payu will definitely reprimand the boy for not giving him a head’s up later, he feels he can pull this one off without having to plan too thoroughly.
After all, this is less of a roleplay and more of a… flashback. A little reminiscing of their past selves, with a little additional set dressing for emphasis.
Still though, Payu is a stickler for the rules so, once he’s close enough, he leans close to Rain. The boy swallows audibly, clearly resisting the urge to flinch back from the closeness. “Remember your words, sweet boy?” he asks softly.
Rain nods, eyes wide.
This causes Payu to frown, fingers twitching with the urge to grip the boy’s chin and demand an apology for the impertinence. He resists it, not wanting to throw things too off course. Instead, he simply says, voice firm, “I asked you a question.”
Shaking his head a little, the panicked sheen covering Rain’s eyes fades out to be replaced by something sheepish. “Yes, I remember. I’ll use them, Daddy.”
Payu preens. Rain is so good with his manners when he remembers them. “That’s my good boy.”
Whining a little, Rain stamps his foot in frustration, as if to specifically disprove Payu’s previous thought. “P’Payu~” he complains. “You’re breaking the illusion.”
Payu chuckles, reaching out to ruffle his cute boy’s hair. “Sorry, cutie, but I need to check in sometimes. You know the rules.”
Pouting, Rain appears about to stamp his foot again. Such a brat. “I know~”
“What are your colours?” Payu asks, smirking, half to make sure (because he’s a good dom) and half to further provoke Rain (because he’s an incorrigible tease).
Rain looks close to snapping, but his self-preservation instincts seem to kick in (for once) and he lists off, “Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for keep going.” He practically mutters the words, close to sulking.
If Payu wasn’t so curious about what Rain has planned for this scene, he might make Rain repeat the words, loud and clear and polite, but he decides to let it go this time. Stepping back, Payu pulls up the other chair that sits close to the desk and sits down.
Rain’s feet shuffle again, unsure now that he’s been interrupted.
“Sit down, Nong,” Payu offers, unable to hide his smirk. “Let’s get to studying. After all, you wouldn't want to waste my precious time, would you?”
Rain shakes his head, almost violently, and sits down, pulling his chair in with a slight scrape.
“I understand you are currently working through the module on brutalist structures. What have you been struggling with?” Payu lets his tone settle into one that he would use within this context, polite and easy, if slightly strict. The way he usually spoke to his juniors, when his juniors weren’t Rain.
“O-oh yes, I, uh–” Rain stutters, hands flying out to move some of the papers around. His fingers are clumsy and it reminds Payu of those first few times at the garage, when Rain was attempting to flirt with him in order to prove a point after their first kiss, the way Rain would try desperately to initiate touch, only to flinch away when Payu reciprocated.
Payu loves how easy and open their relationship is now, how they know each other so deeply, fit together so well. But he’s intrigued by this scene, the idea of returning to a time when Rain was nervous and clueless and just begging to be guided, instructed, moulded into something special.
“These calculations,” Rain points out, tapping the page with the end of the pencil in his hands. “I always get confused by them,” he explains. It’s a lie, Rain passed this module with flying colours last semester. He turns to Payu, looking up at him with wide bambi eyes, eyelashes batting as he asks, “P’Payu, help me, na?”
For just a moment, Payu is transported. He is no longer in his house, in their bedroom with the sunlight filtering through the windows in patches of burnt-orange. Instead, he is standing in the downpour, water soaking through to his skin as he bends down to a car window, the fingers of his newest obsession grasping his sleeve tightly as he begs.
His silence causes Rain to heighten the illusion, adding a repeated, “Na, na, na,” for emphasis. Just like he had that day, with the fluorescent of the street-lights catching on the droplet that gathered at the tip of Rain’s nose.
It still boggles Payu’s mind that, at the time, Rain really hadn’t been trying to seduce him. Not knowingly, at least.
Payu blinks away the vision, returning to the present and smiling down at Rain. “Here,” he says, reaching out to cover Rain’s hand with his own and direct it to the mid-section of the calculations, the part that has been deliberately written out wrong. “Let me show you.”
With each new instruction, each small correction to Rain’s shoddy work, Payu inches just a little closer, enjoying the way Rain’s nerves seem to ratchet up with every inch of closed distance. He’s his bright self, eager to please, desperately trying to hide his frustration whenever Payu offers him a critique, rather than a compliment.
“You need to focus, Nong,” Payu says around a sigh. “It’s really not as difficult as you think.”
Rain groans. Throwing his head back and allowing Payu to admire the arch of his neck, the honeyed-skin there just waiting to be darkened by the rush of blood to the surface, patches of pink in the shape of Payu’s mouth. “I’m so tired, Phi. Can’t we stop for today?”
It’s only been about ten minutes, but Rain has never been anything close to patient. Payu suspects that his cute, little student was already hard before he’d even walked through the door, the anticipation rushing through the boy’s veins and pulling him down. Now, with Payu leaning over him, guiding the pencil in his hands, praising and degrading him in equal measure, Rain appears to be close to bursting.
Unfortunately for him, Payu is a glutton for delayed-gratification and making Rain wait might be one of his most favoured pastimes. So he simply shakes his head, letting some disappointment show in his expression.
Hook. “I didn’t take you for a quitter, Rain,” Payu accuses, doing his best to suppress a smile.
Making a noise of alarm, Rain sits up straighter in his seat. “I’m not,” he argues, affronted by the accusation.
Payu raises an eyebrow. “Could have fooled me.” Line.
The challenge, a thrown gauntlet that barely has a chance to hit the ground, is snapped up in an instant. “Show me this part again,” Rain demands, looking back to the papers before them, his jaw set with determination.
Sinker.
“Manners, Nong.” Payu leans in close, so their faces are mere inches apart when Rain turns back towards him.
Rain swallows and Payu’s eyes follow the bob of his throat. “M-manners?” he asks, seemingly unsure what Payu means.
“Say please,” Payu clarifies, with a smug smile.
Rain’s eyes widen. His mouth opens, then closes. An internal struggle seems to be taking place inside him between the combative, prideful part of his headspace that motivates him to deny and avoid and conceal his desires and the part of himself that craves nothing more on this earth than Payu’s praise.
It takes a few moments, Payu’s breath fanning over Rain’s face, his eyes dark and intense, their bodies pressed together so close that they are wrapped up in each other’s heat (it’s another mirror, an echo, a memory of bathroom stalls and close-pressed thighs given life again), for the latter part to win out.
“Please,” Rain whispers, so soft that it’s barely audible.
Close, but not quite. “What was that?” Payu asks, still smiling sweetly, but he knows that Rain sees the warning in his eyes.
“Please,” Rain says, a little louder. Almost.
“Please…?” Payu prompts.
Rain shifts in his seat. His eyes dart around, lip caught between his teeth as he tries to find the words that Payu is looking for. “Please, um, please help me, P’Payu.”
There it is. A part of Payu craves the current words they use, the heat of the slight taboo in them, the roar of possessive, protective need that washes over him whenever Rain uses those titles. But this Rain, an inexperienced and unknowing one, wouldn’t think to say such things.
And just the thought of the boy before him being untouched , of being the first to mark him, to mar that crystal-clear, perfect skin with colours and shapes that have never before been left on the landscape of his body, is enough to send a shiver through Payu.
He knows just what lies under this facade of innocence, this nervous little fawn of a creature who (as Payu has past discovered) is too embarrassed to watch porn unless it's softcore and amateur, and Payu can’t wait to break through that veneer and release it.
“That’s better,” he praises, gentle and easy, letting his hand settle on Rain’s knee. The boy’s eyes flash down to the point of contact and his body stiffens. “That’s good,” Payu says, rubbing his fingers softly over the denim and waiting for Rain’s muscles to relax.
It doesn’t take long, as though Rain cannot resist melting into the touch. But something remains within his eyes, a worry that this isn’t right, isn’t appropriate, that this isn’t how seniors and juniors are supposed to behave.
Luckily for them both, Payu’s never been one for ‘should’s and ‘supposed to’s. If he wants something, he strives for it. And, when given permission like this, he takes what is rightly his.
“How about we play a little game?” Payu offers, an idea occurring to him.
Rain’s eyes light up at that. “A game?”
Payu nods. Reaching to tap the page of notes Rain had made whilst revising for this module’s exam, he says, “Read these aloud and I’ll reward you.” Rain’s eyes sparkle at the idea, fireflies dancing in the dark irises. “And if you stop or stutter, you will be punished,” Payu continues, watching the light in Rain’s gaze be suddenly extinguished.
“I, uh–” He swallows. There’s no sign of recognition in Rain’s features, clearly too deep in his headspace to remember this exchange from his dream. The boy is still chewing on his lip and Payu clenches his jaw, doing his very best not to rise to the bait. “Punished… how?”
Payu smiles. “You’ll find out if you make a mistake, now start.”
“P’Payu–”
“Rain, I don’t have all day,” he interrupts, pulling the feeling and expression out of his voice to leave them blank and unfeeling. “Do you want your reward?”
“Yes, but–”
“Then you should start reading and stop arguing,” Payu continues. His next words are firm and interspaced by intention and reprimand. “I won’t ask again.”
Rain’s head snaps forward and he starts to read. “New Brutalism is both a style of design and an ethical approach to the construction of structures– uh, It’s, uh, and the designers that pioneered it operated mostly within the…”
Payu chooses to ignore that first slip up, triggered by his hand moving further up Rain’s thigh until his fingers are stroking over the inseam, centimetres, possibly millimetres away from Rain’s crotch. His jeans are slightly bulged and Payu imagines that he must be half-hard already.
“...after Peter Smithson first defined the principles of material worth within stripped back productions–” Rain cuts himself off with a gasp. “P’Payu, what are you do–?”
“Rewarding you,” the mechanic answers, his hand lightly massaging over Rain’s clothed cock, feeling it grow firmer under his touch even as Rain attempts to shift away. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I, uh, yeah, I suppose…” Rain sounds so small, his voice shuddering slightly. He’s shaking a little and Payu, for a moment, loses his nerve.
“Colour?” he whispers.
Rain looks confused.
Gently, Payu uses his other hand to cradle Rain’s cheek, thumb soothing over the skin as he repeats, “What’s your colour, sweet boy?”
One blink. Two. Rain’s eyes spark with recognition. “Oh!” His tone is suddenly bright and clear. He turns his head to land a quick kiss on Payu’s palm. “Green,” he answers, sounding a little giddy. “So green.”
Payu smiles and pulls his hand away from his boyfriend’s face. He lets the dust settle for a moment, allowing Rain to fall back down a little. “Doesn’t it feel good?” he repeats, pulling the scene back around them, the hand between Rain’s legs continuing its movement.
“Yeah, I, yes, but–” Rain stutters, slipping back under easily.
“Do you want me to stop?” Payu challenges.
Rain is silent.
“Keep reading,” Payu instructs. “If you stop again, I will punish you. This is your final warning.”
Rain takes a breath, then another, then he continues.
The words wash over them both in a steady stream of information they already know. Payu keeps his movements slow and lazy, letting his breath tickle against Rain’s neck, leaning in so close that his nose brushes the skin.
It’s only when Payu presses a soft kiss to Rain’s neck that his wavering voice properly breaks, stumbling over the word ‘modular’.
Payu sits back quickly, pulling his hand away and tutting. “And just when you were doing so well.”
Head snapping to the side in alarm, Rain protests, “I’m sorry, P’Payu it’s just, you were being so distracting and–”
“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” Payu accuses.
“No,” Rain yelps, panic overtaking his expression. “Rain is sorry, Phi, please forgive me, please–”
Payu raises an open palm and Rain’s mouth snaps closed. “I believe I was quite clear about what would happen if you made any more mistakes.” Payu reaches for the wooden ruler laying neatly on his side of the desk. He weighs it in his hands, flipping it over a couple of times and bending it to test the durability. It’ll be a thwacky kind of hurt, with both a bit of thud and a bit of sting. Payu wonders why it never occurred to him to use something like this before. “Hands, thighs or forearms?”
Rain’s eyes dart between Payu’s face and the ruler in his hands.
Payu sighs. “Decide or I’ll decide for you.”
“Thighs,” Rain answers in a rush, hands slapping down to cover the exposed patches of skin that show through the rips in his jeans.
Payu smiles, pleased with the choice. “Three hits,” he says, feeling golden ichor rush through his veins at the flash of anticipation in Rain’s eyes. His expression shows a little anxiety, a little confusion. But Payu can see his fingers tapping together at his side, a happy fidget that exposes his inner excitement. “Count them for me, hmm?”
Rain nods and Payu narrows his eyes. “Words, Rain.”
“Oh, uh…” Rain looks around, shifting in his seat, appearing entirely out of his depth. Payu knows that he isn’t, but the idea that he could be, that Rain might be close to drowning, in need of Payu’s strong arms to kick through the water and pull him back up to the surface is so intoxicating. “Yes, P’Payu,” he answers eventually, refusing to meet Payu’s eyes.
“Good boy.”
Relaxation ripples through Rain, his fingers settling at his sides and shoulders dropping.
Payu pats the ruler against his own palm, testing the swing. He’ll take it easy this time, just enough strength to leave some pleasing pink stripes over the skin, something for Payu to look at and admire in the coming days.
He doesn’t ask if Rain is ready, but he does reach out to tap two fingers against Rain’s knee. It's a question and Rain’s double-tap against the side of his chair is the answer.
“Legs together,” Payu instructs, feeling warm satisfaction coil in his gut when Rain obeys. He lines up his strike, making sure that it’ll land across both of Rain’s thighs. Taking a breath, he keeps his weight fairly light, making sure to allow Rain a bit of warm up when his hand finally falls.
Crack!
A hiss escapes Rain as he fights the urge to flinch back from the impact. He pulls in a shuddering breath, before managing to say, “One.”
Colour is already beginning to flare over the Rain’s skin, rose and soft fuchsia blossoming through the spaces in the denim, the blooms opening as blood vessels burst and send crimson rushing to the surface.
It’s so pretty. Payu wants to lean down and lick over the petals, tear into them with his teeth and feel the soft florals darken beneath his tongue. Maybe later.
The next snap causes Rain’s head to fall forward, hair obscuring his features as he takes deep, steadying breaths. “Two.”
Payu is impressed by the strength of his voice. “That’s good,” he praises, always one for positive reinforcement. “One more, sweet boy.”
Whimpering at the pet name, Rain nods.
Payu waits a couple of moments, letting Rain’s anticipation build before he lets the final blow land right over the first, hard enough that it’ll probably bruise.
“Ah–” Rain cuts off the moan, snapping his mouth closed in an attempt to swallow it back down. He pants, lifting his head and allowing Payu to see the dazed expression on his face, the slight dewiness of his eyes and fuck Payu wants the wetness to grow and gather until tears are falling down Rain’s cheeks in a steady stream of salt.
He tuts, sounding disappointed when he says, “Oh, Rain, did you forget your number?” He sighs. “Perhaps we should start from the beginning again, since it seems you still can’t listen to your Phi.”
Face splitting apart, devastation breaking through the cracks in his features, Rain makes a desperate little noise. “Sorry, Rain is so sorry, please don’t–”
Payu hushes him, raising a hand to catch Rain’s chin and rub his thumb over Rain’s quivering lip. “It’s okay, baby, don’t fuss. It’s overwhelming, isn’t it.”
Nodding, Rain leans into the touch. His eyelashes flutter, unshed tears catching on them. “S’ too much,” he slurs. “Can’t think, Phi.”
Payu, just barely, contains a coo. Rain is so cute like this. “That’s okay, baby. Why don’t you let me do all the thinking for a while, how does that sound?”
Rain nods again.
“Here,” Payu offers, placing the ruler down on the table. “No more punishments, sweet boy. Let Phi reward you for taking it so well, hmm?”
Gently, he coaxes a swaying Rain to his feet and leads him towards the edge of the bed.
Rain’s limbs are gooey and loose, falling against Payu’s side, melting into him. It reminds Payu of how easily he had let himself lean into Payu’s touches on that first night, in his garage bedroom, Rain sighing happily as his senior (a practical stranger ) had gently dried his hair.
When they reach the mattress, Payu lowers his hands to the button of Rain’s jeans.
Rain makes a noise of surprise, grabbing Payu’s wrist. “P’Payu…”
“Don’t worry, angel,” he soothes, carefully freeing himself from Rain’s grasp. “I’m just going to take your jeans off and get a look at your marks. It’s important that I make sure you aren’t too hurt. Okay?”
Rain tilts his head, considering the words. “Oh, uh, okay.”
Payu smiles. “Good,” he praises. “Keep still and let me see.”
Practically holding his breath, Rain does as he is told, allowing Payu to slide his jeans down, letting them drop to the floor, pooling around his bare feet.
Payu loves Rain’s legs. His skin is slightly browned, caramelised by the sun. Barely visible, soft blonde hairs cover his shins, fading out as Payu’s eyes rise to the boy’s smooth thighs. Whilst his lower legs are toned and slim, the bones of his ankles and knees jutting out a little, his thighs are soft and pillowy, rippling when Payu spanks them, bouncing with the force of him fucking himself down on Payu’s cock when he’s sat in his lap.
Now, however, the clear skin is coloured by two, thick stripes of reddish-pink that span across the tops of both thighs, darkening in the places where there were no threads of denim to dampen the blows. One of the outlines is thicker, darkened in one spot from being hit twice over. Payu is sure that it’ll last a good few days, that it will feel raw, aching when the rough fabric of Rain’s clothes rubs over it whenever he sits down.
Pretty.
Payu drops to his knees and Rain makes a noise of alarm. “Phi, what are you doing?” He sounds urgent, hands landing on Payu’s shoulders as if to hold him at arm’s length.
With a smirk, Payu leans closer, easily resisting the push of Rain’s arms. His lips almost brush the skin of his thighs as he speaks. “Looks a little painful, darling. Why not let Phi kiss it better for you? Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Rain splutters. “P’Payu!”
“Didn’t you say you wanted me to do the thinking for you, Rain?”
“Well, um, yes, but–”
“No buts,” Payu interrupts. “I just want to make you feel good. Don’t you want your reward?”
“Yes,” Rain allows. “But I didn’t think…”
“It’s not your job to think,” Payu whispers. “I’ll make the decisions and you just enjoy them. Now be quiet and keep still for me.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer this time, leaning in to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss over part of the strip of crimson on Rain’s left thigh. Payu lets his tongue slide heavily over the skin, enjoying the way Rain hisses at the contact, the way his fingernails dig into Payu’s shoulders.
Kissing over to the right, Payu eventually lets his teeth graze teasingly over the darkest section.
Rain jerks.
“Feel good?” Payu asks, looking up at Rain, knowing just how sexy Rain finds the sight of him on his knees. “Want more, baby?”
Rain hesitates for a second, chewing on his lip. “More?”
In lieu of an answer, Payu tucks his fingers under the waistband of Rain’s underwear. The boy makes a pained noise, like that of a wounded animal as the fabric is pulled down.
Already fully hard and shining with precum at the tip, Rain’s cock sits at a slight angle. Payu presses close, making sure that his breath whispers over it when he says, “Cute.”
Rain is blushing, one hand raised to cover his mouth. He says something, completely muffled by his fingers.
“What was that, baby?”
Rain lowers his hand, looking down and to the left, away from Payu. He’s sulking. “Not cute,” he argues, in that adorable, lisping voice he takes on when he’s really deep in his space, as if he’s forgotten how to properly speak.
“Oh?” Payu can’t help the warm chuckle that bubbles in his chest. “You don’t want to be my cute boy, then?”
Rain whines a little, clearly upset by the accusation.
Payu congratulates himself on the win but doesn’t vocally acknowledge it. No need to rub it in. He’d rather be rubbing something else right now anyway.
“Phi’s going to give you your reward now,” Payu explains. “I need you to keep extra still for me. Can you do that, Rain?”
Rain falters. It’s for good reason. Despite being deep in the scene, something in his mind is clearly reminding him that Payu only tells him to keep still when Payu is planning to make it exceptionally difficult to do so.
Sighing, Payu sits back on his knees. “We can stop here if you want, Nong, it’s okay if you think you can’t–”
“No!” Rain’s jaw is set, his tone firm. “I can do it.” Always so stubborn.
“Good boy,” Payu whispers, not giving Rain any time to react to the word before he’s pushing forward again and taking Rain’s cock into his mouth.
Shuddering, barely managing to abort the thrust that his hips instinctively tried to enact, Rain practically falls apart above him. He gurgles, making a vocalisation so strangled that it’s barely recognisable as a moan.
Payu doesn’t give him any time to adjust, sinking down until Rain’s dick is held fully between his lips, warm, pulsing skin resting against his tongue, the tip barely brushing his tonsils. Rain’s cock is small and thick, fitting perfectly against Payu’s palm and comfortably filling his mouth. He still has enough space to swirl and roll his tongue against it, suckling on the head when he pulls back enough that just the tip is left between his lips.
Salt bursts across his taste buds as a few more drops of precum fall from Rain’s slit. He bobs his head slowly, keeping his gaze skyward, watching Rain’s expression flutter with pleasure.
The boy’s mouth is slack, jaw dropped and his breaths heavy and audible. His eyes are shut. He looks the very picture of bliss. Payu feels himself swell with pride at the sight. Adoration too. He will never stop being amazed by how beautiful Rain looks when they’re like this, when he’s breaking apart beneath Payu’s hands and mouth and cock, losing himself in the sensations completely.
Digging in his nails, Payu drags his fingers down Rain’s thighs as he sucks, enjoying the hiss of pain Rain lets out as the scratches pass over his bruising.
Pulsing and hot, Payu can feel just how close Rain is to his orgasm. Sucking harder, Payu does his best to push the boy right to the edge.
“Oh, oh, I, Fu– Phi, P’Payu, please, please, I’m–”
Those words are all Payu needs to head in order to know it’s time to pull away, feeling proud of Rain for telling him, for begging so nicely.
“No, no, please,” Rain practically sobs. “Want to cum, please make me cum, Phi.”
Standing up, Payu slides his hands into Rain’s hair and silences his pleas with a deep, possessive kiss. It’s messy and rough, all teeth and tongue and Rain moans into it.
“On the bed,” he growls, pulling Rain’s head back by his hair harshly.
Hurrying to comply, Rain steps backwards, knees giving way when the backs of them hit the edge of the mattress. He scrambles against the sheets, bunching the fabric between his fingers as he shuffles up the bed.
Keeping his eyes on Rain, Payu pulls his shirt over his head in a smooth and practised movement, tensing his stomach muscles as he does to bring them into sharper definition. He can feel Rain’s eyes on him as he undresses.
And again, Payu should be used to being watched, being admired, being wanted like this, but the weight of Rain’s gaze as it drags over his chest is so different, so awed. Rain looks at him like he can’t believe what he’s seeing, like he must be dreaming.
Payu’s too hard to take his time with it like he usually would. Teaching Rain and punishing him, moulding this impressionable, innocent version of him into whatever shape he desires with only the power of his words and the desperation with which Rain craves his touch, has Payu’s patience worn down to a paper-thin edge.
He wants Rain, needs him, has to lay claim to his body and make it so that he never wants anyone else.
He considers leaving his trousers on, knowing that Rain loves the imbalance of power between them when Payu is still fully or partially-clothed whilst Rain is naked, but today he craves skin-to-skin, just like their actual first time.
Climbing onto the bed, Payu pushes at the hem of Rain’s own shirt. He quickly gets the point and tugs it off with clumsy, fumbling hands. It is thrown to the floor, joining the rest of their clothes. Luckily, Payu’s too distracted by the sight of Rain laid out beneath him to think about the mess.
“So pretty,” he mutters, kissing Rain again. “So lovely, all spread out for me. You’re going to let me take care of you, right? Let Phi make you feel good.”
Rain moans, turning his hand to the side and arching his back as Payu kisses down the line of his chest, letting his tongue slide down to lathe over his nipples, teeth nipping over the buds until they are both reddened and hard.
“Ah, unh, uh, P’Payu, please, I need…” His voice trails off, eyes squeezing shut as he squirms and kicks his legs at the sensation of Payu’s mouth on his chest.
“Tell me, baby,” Payu asks, pulling away once he has finished leaving a impressively dark love bite just below Rain’s left clavicle. “What is it you need?”
Pulling in a desperate, gasping breath, as though he’s just surfaced from deep underwater, Rain says, reverent and soft as freshly-fallen snow, “You.”
Payu kisses him again, reaching blindly to grab the bottle of lube that they keep on the marble platform that serves as their headboard. He sits up to squirt some, probably too much, onto his fingers and uses his other hand to hitch Rain’s knee up over his shoulder.
“P’Payu..?” Rain might as well be tapping his two index fingers together like a girl from an anime with how bashful he looks, a dark blush colouring his cheeks. Payu would laugh at the image if it wasn’t so hot.
Rubbing gently over Rain’s hole, smearing lube over the skin and enjoying the way Rain’s hips shift despite himself, Payu asks, “Ever touched yourself here, angel?”
Rain shakes his head and fuck, fuck, fuck. That should definitely not make Payu’s cock jerk where it hangs between his legs. He knows it isn’t true, can feel the slight give to Rain that lingers from when he’d fucked his boyfriend the previous night. But still, the idea of it sends a shiver of arousal through him.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Payu comforts, drawing circles over Rain’s newly-slick skin with the tips of his fingers. “I’ll be gentle, make it good for you.”
Rain’s mouth opens and he looks about to protest, but Payu doesn’t give him a chance before he’s sinking a single finger inside, not quite as carefully as he’d just promised he would.
The sun is lower in the sky, the golden rays now a deep, blood-orange, bathing the room in the burnt sugar. Tangerine skins litter the floor, pools of citrus gathering on the sheets as the light falls into the room from the uncovered windows. The liquid-bronze smattering Rain’s skin in patches only serves to make him look more beautiful, as though aglow with some otherworldly light.
Pressing the second finger in, Payu turns his head to mouth over Rain’s calf and the side of his knee. Rain gasps at the extra pressure, twisting in the sheets, his eyes misty with unshed tears once again.
“So tight,” Payu mutters, curling his fingers in search of that spot. “Can’t believe I get to be the first person to take you, baby boy.”
“Mmph, unh, unh, uh!” Rain’s vocalisations get louder with every thrust of Payu’s fingers, every almost-touch against his prostate. “‘S too, unh! Too… Too much,” he complains.
“You can take it,” Payu says, leaving no room for argument. He presses deeper, spreading his fingers apart as he pulls his hand back, stretching Rain open. “Doing so well, so good for me.”
Rain whimpers.
Despite knowing he probably should add a third finger, Payu withdraws and reaches for the bottle once again. He wants Rain to really feel it when he fucks him, to have the ache to remind him of this in the coming days, wants to push him harder than he’d dared to on their actual first time.
Back then, Payu had only just realised how much this boy meant to him and he would do anything to keep him. The gift of Rain’s first time was something he cherished, cradled within gentle and hesitant hands. He’d taken it so slow, thrusting into Rain with steady, gradual thrusts, kissing every inch of body.
Now that he knows what a slut Rain truly is, how much he loves to be taken and used, he won’t be so kind.
Still, he feels he should warn the boy.
Once his cock is lubed up (Rain making a pathetic, choked-off noise as he watches Payu’s hand slide over his own cock, the reddened skin soon shining and dripping slightly onto the bed sheets), Payu leans down to kiss the side of Rain’s throat.
“Remember your words still, Rain?” He whispers, careful to use the boy’s name in an attempt to ground him enough to process and answer the question. “Daddy’s gonna be a little rough with you, okay? Remember what you say if you don’t want to keep going?”
Taking a deep breath, Rain answers, “Stop?” His tone is teasing and bratty and Payu wants to fuck him until he’s sobbing.
“Rain,” he scolds, moving to bite down harshly on the boy’s ear.
Hissing in pain, Rain giggles. “Oh right, I forgot Daddy is such a pervert that he likes it when Rain tells him to stop.”
If not for the blur of dominance that crowds Payu’s thoughts, he might have pouted at the accusation (despite its definite accuracy). As it is, he growls against Rain’s ear and raises a hand to spank the boy’s thigh sharply. “Behave,” he mutters, low and warning. “We can end the scene here if you’re going to act up. I’m more than happy to jerk myself off until I cum over your pretty, marked-up thighs and leave you here.”
Whining, Rain rocks his hips, chasing the pressure of Payu’s cock between his cheeks. Payu is careful to shift his own in answer, making sure the tip of his cock remains merely resting against Rain’s hole without pressing inside. Ever the tease.
“Red,” Rain mutters, after a couple more failed attempts to get Payu’s dick in him. “I’ll say red if it’s too much, Daddy. Now please do me, want you to take my virginity, come on, ruin me, please, please…”
Payu curses under his breath at the babbling pleas and sits back on his knees. Getting back to the narrative, he says, “This might hurt a little, Nong, but Phi promises to make it worth it, okay? Just lay still and let me take care of you.”
Blinking away his brattiness, Rain nods, appearing shy and unsure once again.
Holding the base of his cock to keep it steady, Payu teases the head over Rain a few more times, almost pressing inside on each pass. It’s not until Rain makes a desperate little whimpering noise, that Payu decides he’s made the body wait long enough and on the next slide he lifts his hips and sinks his cock inside of Rain in one, steady push.
Rain wails, legs kicking out and eyes screwing shut. “Too big,” he whines. “Hurts, please, wait, I can’t–”
“Yes, you can,” Payu says, rolling his hips slightly and soothing his palms over Rain’s thighs. “You can take it, sweetheart.”
Shaking his head, Rain tries to protest again but the words are punched out of him when Payu pulls back and thrusts forward with force. Taking advantage of Rain’s silence, Payu starts to fuck him roughly, not giving him any time to adjust.
“So fucking tight, baby, so small.” Sweat beads on his forehead from the exertion of holding himself above Rain. A few traitorous strands of hair have fallen free of his bun, passing by his eyes occasionally. “Opening up so beautifully for me,” he praises, voice a little strained as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. “You were made for this, weren’t you? You’ve been waiting for someone to use your pretty little hole, to fill you up properly.”
“N-No, please, Phi, slow– Unh! Slower, please, it’s too much,” Rain babbles, hands scrabbling at the sheets.
Payu doesn’t listen, fucking into him deeper and harder. He reaches out a hand to grip Rain’s shoulder to keep him from being shunted up the bed, anchoring in place so that he is forced to take the full brunt of each of Payu’s thrusts.
“Ah, uhn, uhn, oh my g– Please, fuc–” Rain claps a hand over his mouth to stop the curse escaping. Little moans, sounds that are almost like squeals, leave his mouth each time Payu pushes back in.
“Good boy, that’s it.” Payu places a hand in the hollow Rain’s knee and pushes his leg up, spreading him wide and allowing him to get even deeper, slamming against Rain’s prostate mercilessly. “Making me feel so good. I can feel you squeezing about my cock. You love this, don’t you? Say it.”
Rain makes a noise of protest.
“Say it, come on, baby,” Payu coaxes, slowing his movements slightly and grinding his cock into Rain.
“I, uh, I love– Ngh! Oh, god, I love it,” he admits.
Payu grins, wolfish and hungry. “That’s my boy. You love my cock, say it.”
Voice shaking and weak, Rain repeats, “Love your cock, please.”
“Want Phi to cum inside you, hmm? Want me to fill you up until it drips out of you?”
Rain’s eyes snap open at that and his head shakes. “No, n-no, Phi, you can’t, you’re– Ngh, uhn, not supposed to…”
Payu hushes him, picking up his pace again. “Don’t be silly, baby, it’s okay for Phi to cum inside of you. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“I’m… yours?”
“All mine, baby boy,” Payu confirms. “I’ll keep you nice and full, pump my cum into you so you never forget who you belong to. Doesn’t that sound nice, angel?”
“Yours?” Rain asks again, as though he still can’t get his head round the idea.
Leaning down, Payu captures his lips in a deep and possessive kiss. He groans into it, feeling his orgasm draw close as Rain raises his arms to wrap them around Payu’s neck. It’s an echo of their first time together, their bodies lit, this time, by the mandarin and cardamom of the setting sun, rather than the bruise-coloured neons of Payu’s night lights.
And now, Payu’s cock is bare and pulsing inside the tight grip of Rain’s body, instead of covered by latex.
“Beg for it,” Payu demands, speaking into the kiss, his thrusts harsh and hard and almost punishing. He can feel the pressure building at the base of his cock. “Beg for my cum, baby.”
Sobbing slightly, tears falling from his eyes and streaking his cheeks in sparkling silver, Rain struggles to speak. “P-Please, I want it, want your–” He gasps for air, fingernails digging into Payu’s back and dragging down. “Cum inside me, please, please, ple– Ah!”
“Fuck–” Payu grunts, sliding home once, twice, his hips stuttering on the third as his orgasm punches though him and his cum fills Rain in a series of spurts. It’s wet and messy and Payu can feel his own cum smearing up the sides of his cock as he works himself through the aftershocks.
He reaches clumsily for Rain’s cock between them, wanting to feel the younger cum around him before he is completely overwhelmed by the oversensitivity, only to find his fingers coated in wetness, Rain’s cum already splattered over both of their stomachs.
If Payu weren’t so totally and completely fucked out then he’s sure his cock would have been coaxed back to life by the knowledge that Rain had just climaxed, completely untouched, from the sensation Payu’s cum painting his walls.
Payu kisses Rain, their tongues clumsy and uncoordinated.
“Rain belongs to P’Payu,” he whispers. “Say it.”
And Rain does, sounding dopey and lovesick and so, so happy that Payu can feel his own eyes misting with tears.
It’s a little while before Payu has the strength to lift himself up and pull out. Rain whines at the loss, clinging to Payu’s shoulders.
“No~” he grumbles. “Stay.”
Kissing his nose lightly, then his forehead, Payu hums. “Not going anywhere, baby. Just need to clean us up a little.”
Rain grumbles as Payu twists to reach for the wipes inside of his bedside drawer. He uses a couple to remove the stickiness from each of their chests, before focussing on the mess between Rain’s legs.
Once they are both as clean as they’re going to get without a proper shower, Payu allows Rain to pull him back into a tight embrace, their limbs entwining like headphone cables left loose in a cardigan pocket.
“You okay, Raindrop?” Payu asks, tracing patterns over Rain’s back with the tips of his fingers. Their foreheads are resting close together, both laying on their sides. “Not too much?”
“Nuh uh,” Rain says, his eyes closed in contentment. “Feel good.” Then, his eyes open to scan over Payu’s features. “And you?” he prompts.
Happiness swarms Payu, a hoard of butterflies flapping violently in his stomach. He’s had sex with lots of people before Rain, but his boyfriend is really the first one to ask how he’s feeling afterward, to check that he’s okay. “Yeah,” he answers, kissing Rain’s nose again. “I’m good.”
Rain grins. “You went easy on me,” he sing-songs. “Don’t hold back so much next time.”
Rolling his eyes, Payu pinches Rain’s side in retaliation. “Watch it,” he warns, although his voice is too softened by affection to hold any real bite. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about how you sprung this scene on me. You know better than to not discuss things in advance, Rain.”
“You’re no fun~” Rain says, nudging forward to knock his forehead against Payu’s in admonishment. “I just wanted to surprise you and this is the thanks I get.”
Sighing, Payu decides to let the topic drop for now. After all, it had been a very nice surprise.
“Thank you, my love,” Payu murmurs, pressing a soft, languid kiss to Rain’s mouth. “How did I get so lucky?”
Rain blushes. “Shut up.”
Payu hums, as if thinking about it. “Nope, don’t think I will actually,” he says brightly. “My sweet boy deserves to know just how much I cherish him~” He puncates the sentence by landing a series of quick kisses all over Rain’s face, against his cheeks and nose and lips and chin until Rain manages to push him off.
“You’re ridiculous,” Rain complains, but he’s smiling.
“Love makes fools of us all,” Payu quotes, putting on a grandiose tone.
Unable to help himself, Rain laughs in response. “So cringey,” he complains.
Chuckling, Payu simply snuggles into Rain’s hold, moving so that his head is laid on Rain’s chest. Rain’s hand strokes over his hair, catching on the band and pulling it out so that he can card his fingers through the strands.
Rain loves playing with his hair, loves to twist it around his fingers and tug on it lightly. It’s a soothing feeling, one that slows Payu’s heartbeat to a gentle thud and makes his thoughts go slow and gooey as syrup.
“P’Payu belongs to Rain,” his boyfriend says. “You’re mine too.”
“Yes, Rain,” Payu agrees. “I’m yours.”