Phantom Feelings
Chapter 9
By Sakata Ri Houjun
Warning: Lemon.
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Kouji was lost. The instant Hikou's arms twisted tightly around his neck, the moment his mouth sought his in obvious hunger, and the second his body arched against his, pressing forcefully against him as if he felt this same strong yearning, he was lost.
He'd wanted the older man this way from the moment he'd leaned into his embrace that night he fell into the lake. No, even before then. He'd wanted Hikou this way since his own accident, when he'd kissed him in the cave just the way they were kissing now. And deep inside, he knew he'd wanted him even longer than that. Maybe forever. Maybe even beyond forever.
His body responded to Hikou in a way his heart could not. And that he'd denied these feelings release with everything in him, had only made them stronger and more furious now that they'd finally broken free.
Kouji knelt, and Hikou knelt, and he held the older man pinned to his chest, their groins rubbing lustily together, and Hikou pressed even closer. The bandit continued to probe his mouth, and the older man tilted his head back, opened it even wider, and silently begged him for more. So Kouji gave him more.
He kissed the rain-wet skin of his exposed shoulders, where he had already pushed his tunic away. He pulled the material still further away, sliding his sensitized palms down Hikou's slender, slick arms, and then closing his hands on his forearms and tugging them free of the garment. And it fell.
Kouji withdrew his hands from Hikou's arms, so he could clasp the warm soft skin of his waist, and slowly slip around to the small of his back. He ran his palms up the older man's spine, feeling the enticing curve, and then moved to rub circles over his shoulders. Kouji leisurely slid them downward again until the taller man's buttocks filled his palms, and he could squeeze and massage and pull at them while still feeding on his delectable mouth.
The bandit could feel Hikou's swift intakes of breath, the startled gasps that seemed to come each time he moved or touched in a new way. The older man met each of Kouji's thrusts with ones of his own, begging the bandit to answer his plea for more. It set the younger man's heart to beating even faster and harder.
He drew his hands around the older man's body again, to the front of him, never breaking the contact as he did. He slid them between their chests, and he captured his nipples. Hikou's response was to shiver, and back away just slightly, giving him more room to work. And Kouji did.
When his nipples responded to his calloused palms by stiffening and pressing against them, he drew his fingers forward, slowly, tauntingly, until he held him only at the very tips. They pulsed beneath his fingertips. He squeezed. They became pebbles, and he pinched them, and heard Hikou's exquisite cry of pleasure.
Hikou was panting. Shaking. Kouji was reveling in it. Gods, it had been so long…and even then it had never been like this. Never. It was as if he could feel every ripple of pleasure he sent through the older man's body.
He pulled his mouth from Hikou's, and his lips were moist not from the rain but from the touch of the older man's tongue. The bandit pressed him backward, and he went, lying down on the cold stone. The clouds seemed to part then, and the storm came in torrents. Rain pummeled Hikou's face, and spattered off the rock around his body. Kouji sat astride him, upright, watching in an unbearable agony of desire as the raindrops pounded down on his chest and flat belly with little smacking sounds.
And when he could bear the watching no longer, he bent his head to those sensitive nubs, and he sucked and licked and drank every drop from one, and then the other. And then from his waist, dipping his tongue deep into older man's navel to drink the rainwater pooling there. And as he moved lower still, he pulled Hikou's soaking wet pants with him. Kouji tossed the garment aside as he sat up to give them both time to relax. And then he peeled his wet shirt from his body, and kicked free of the boots and pants he'd been wearing.
The bandit pressed his palms to Hikou's knees, parting them slightly as he knelt between his legs. And he stared in awe at the flawless perfection that seemed to wait for his hungry mouth as the driving rain added to the moisture beading on the tip. And then Kouji leaned forward to taste Hikou. That first sample of the older man was drugging. Narcotic. Maddening. So that he swallowed him even more deeply, striving to take all of this beautiful man into his mouth, to consume him whole. He used his teeth and tongue, and fondled his swollen sacs at the base with his fingers.
Hikou's fists clenched handfuls of Kouji's blue hair, and his hips worked rhythmically, his body losing control as he panted. And then he froze as he screamed Kouji's name aloud, shattering the very power of the storm with the sound of his cry. And Kouji thought it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard as he eagerly consumed the proof of Hikou's satisfaction, nuzzling his spent member lovingly.
He sat up then, never taking his eyes from Hikou's wide, awe-stricken ones. And Kouji returned to him again, joining the older man there on their rain-soaked stone bed.
As soon as he laid down upon him, the taller man's arms locked around his back, and his legs parted for him. Hikou kissed the bandit desperately. Kouji eased himself inside the taller man, biting his lip as he fought the impulse that made him want to drive deep and hard and fast, right now. He took his time, sensing Hikou's inexperience, knowing the same way he knew so many things about the older man, things he had no way of knowing, and yet knew all the same.
Hikou's body was deliciously tight around him, caressing every inch of his hardened flesh as he pushed past the resisting ring of muscle. He seemed to squeeze him from within.
The wet stone beneath the bandit's knees was cool and hard. The pounding rain that continued to beat down on his back and shoulders, his buttocks, and the backs of his legs from thigh to ankle, was icy cold. And Hikou's rain-slick body pressed tight against and around him was warm. Everywhere. Warm. Hard. Responsive. Ready.
Kouji moved deeper, withdrew in agonizing slowness, and entered again. This pace he kept, though he thought he'd explode. Pleasure swept through the intertwined lovers, rendering them both dizzy as Kouji increased his pace. Hikou breathed faster, clung more tightly, and the bandit began to tremble in response. The older man moaned deep in his throat and locked his legs around the younger man's waist, urging him to even greater speeds, and Kouji felt cold sweat pop out on his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut and panted out Hikou's name.
The older man's body went rigid as the bandit reached between their bodies and grasped his wet length, and he moved his hand in synch with his thrusts, their gasps and moans mingling together in the wet air. And finally Hikou' body convulsed around Kouji's, drawing the bandit into the depths of ecstasy with him, and Kouji groaned and tensed, and surrendered. His body shuddered its release into Hikou's as he murmured the older man's name through clenched teeth.
They clung, they held, and then gradually, they relaxed.
Hikou let his head fall back and rest against his stone pillow. Kouji rested his upon the older man's chest.
"I love rainstorms," Hikou whispered.
"Yeah," Kouji said softly, with a brand new wonder dawning in his heart. "Yeah, so do I. I just never knew it until now."