Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu, fucking in the rain - 3/4
"If you wanna stop, just say so," Kouyuu growled softly, flushing at his own impolite tone.
"Don't ever say I don't listen to you again," Reishin purred, and tugged downwards sharply.
The leggings peeled their way down Kouyuu's legs, but Reishin didn't give him much time to get cold. He pressed against Kouyuu and rocked against him, and the evidence of his interest was obvious even through the layers of silks.
Kouyuu rocked forward, moaning as soft, wet silk rubbed over bare skin. Reishin slid a hand over his thigh and then between his body, forcing his legs to part. A finger probed at an intimate place and Kouyuu gasped, jerking forward towards the older man.
"R-Reishin--"
"Hush. You'll be fine."
Kouyuu swallowed his fears and realized that really, this wasn't so bad after all. The penetration had felt strange at first, but now it was starting to feel distinctly pleasurable. Gasping for breath as a second slender digit joined the first, Kouyuu tilted his head back against the tree.
A part of Kouyuu whispered that trusting Reishin was generally the last dumb thing a person ever did, and yet he couldn't help himself. He parted his legs a little further, as Reishin slipped an arm around him to support his weight and scissored his fingers to stretch him even further.
"There will be pain," Reishin murmured presently. "You must trust that it will pass."
Kouyuu's eyes popped open, but he could barely focus on Reishin's rain-drenched features. "O-okay," he whispered. How bad could it be?
Reishin hiked up his robes and pressed forward again, pinning Kouyuu against the tree and slipping his arms underneath his legs, forcing them wide. Kouyuu gasped as he was lifted, and then settled onto something hard, which pressed him open even wider.
He cried out, writhing as he was pinned, but Reishin held him firmly and pushed himself in slowly until he was seated fully within his body.
He couldn't breathe. The pain was overwhelming and he wondered if Reishin had broken something inside him. Something more tangible, this time, anyway. He clung to his father's shoulders and gasped for breath, tears starting in his eyes and mixing with the rainwater.
"Gently, gently, calm down Kouyuu," Reishin whispered, his voice a little strained.
And, amazingly, Kouyuu did start to calm down. And as his body relaxed, the pain began to ebb, replaced by a growing heat in the pit of his stomach that began to spread through his limbs. "Gods, Reishin-sama..." he moaned.
"Better," Reishin said with a smile. And somehow Kouyuu managed a smile in return.
A smile that disappeared suddenly when the older man pulled back and thrust forward again. Kouyuu was too busy screaming with pleasure to remember what else was going on, in that moment.
The rhythm built quickly, and with each thrust into his body a wave of ecstasy greater than anything Kouyuu had ever managed with his poor right hand crashed over him. He writhed and squirmed and cried out with it, unable to think, or worry, or do anything but worship Reishin for the sensations he was bringing him.
And it was over all too quickly. Kouyuu jerked roughly in Reishin's grasp, letting out one last throat-tearing scream as he climaxed. Reishin's fingers tightened and his rhythm began to stutter as he thrust just a few more times into that wildly spasming body before releasing his own seed deep inside.
Kouyuu's vision whited out for a moment, and when he was again able to comprehend what was going on, Reishin had set him down again and made a decent effort to rearrange their clothing. Kouyuu's fingers were still curled, white-knuckled in Reishin's robe and he couldn't quite figure out how to let go.
His throat was sore, and so were other places on his body, but it was a good soreness. A soreness that meant someone had truly wanted him, and not because of something they could get from him. Reishin already had everything else Kouyuu had to give.