Written in 2007, edited in 2012.
Please Head The Warnings: M/M, mention of anal sex, a short PWP, nsfw.
A Short Rapture
They day started off warm and humid. The gross, humid air made the furry strands of Kurama's tail frizz up and the downy fur of his ears mat to his damped scalp. On hot days, Kurama would go away from the rest of his band and spend the day in the river where no one to bother him.
Yomi loved the sweltering days of the deep Makai summer. The horned youkai didn't seem to sweat nor mind wearing his tunic while he worked. To fit in with the rest of the band, however, Yomi took off his tunic and shoes in the hot weather.
And Yomi did not purposefully stumble upon Kurama bathing in the river.
Kurama sprang up from the surface of the water with a splash but still gracefully inhaled a breath of fresh air through his mouth. Gliding his hair back with his palms, he cleared the water out of his eyes, and suddenly caught a whiff of Yomi's scent. Kurama turned his head and his ears were folded back. Yomi made no move to hide or apologize right away. Yomi didn't know if he should speak, but at the sharpness of the fox's sight, he decided someone should break the ice.
"I didn't know foxes liked the water." Oh, damn it.
Kurama rose beautifully wet and he waded through the waist-deep water toward the shore. Yomi instinctively let his eyes roam over his boss' body for a time, before turning his face away for the sake of some dignity he might have had left. In demon world, you only look if you're interested.
Yomi was very interested.
Kurama blinked his eyes slowly and he sighed. "Foxes don't like a lot of things."
However, Kurama's eyes did not leave Yomi. He never really gave Yomi the time of day to stare at the younger youkai's collar bone, the jutting muscles of his hips, arms, and thighs. Now was the perfect time for Kurama to think of ways to seduce him. To make the goat stop acting as if it was his law (at least for a few moments). Kurama didn't take his clothes from the ground. He instead tugged harshly at the youkai's knickers and placed his hands on Yomi's slender face, his long fingernails grazing the tips of his ears, forcing the youkai to look at him.
Yomi acted on reflex and opened his mouth to speak and then it was filled but Kurama's tongue.
Today, the two bandits stayed by the riverside. Kurama let Yomi fall on top of him. Hips undulating, hands gripping each other, breathing hard. It did feel strange for Yomi, especially since Kurama was beneath him and doing nothing but teasing him.
Yomi gritted his teeth when he pushed his engorged cock inside the Youko and he felt the waterlogged tail whip at his thighs. Kurama grinned at the sensation but growled when the youkai refused to move after the initial intrusion.
"Just go." Kurama demanded.
Yomi's voice was raspy, his mouth dry from panting through it. Kurama gripped his hands on Yomi's shoulders and rolled his own hips in a tight circle, letting his still damp tail whip at the youkai's taunt legs.
The fox kept his eyes closed and returned all of Yomi's deep shoves with pushes of his own, while rubbing harshly at his stiff cock. The younger youkai squeezed his eyes shut while he plowed through his own orgasm.
Yomi didn't see Kurama come that time, or any time after that.
He always kept his eyes shut though the end of it.
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