“Sir, is this really an appropriate time?” Tsukishima grunted as he was manhandled up against the trunk of a nearby tree.
“You say that every time, Tsukishima.” With a low huff, Koito made it a point to bite at one of Tsukishima’s reddening ears as he got in close behind the shorter man. “I’m starting to think there will never be an appropriate time.” One hand moved to Tsukishima’s belt after pushing up the back of his coat, and Tsukishima didn’t do anything to stop him other than let out an annoyed huff, so Koito undid the belt easily and worked on the tie of Tsukishima's pants next.
Tsukishima fell silent, face burning as he was partially stripped out in the open like this. It wasn’t even dark, the sun barely beginning to set in the distance. It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t have bent over so easily for Koito. He should have at least tried to argue a little more than this. Shouldn’t he? Letting out a low hiss as the icy air hit his suddenly exposed abdomen, Tsukishima bit down on his lower lip to try and stop himself from making too many noises. It didn’t matter what the logical course was, they both wanted what they wanted.
From behind, Koito began to grope everywhere he could with icy hands. “I’ll be quick.” He promised, but they both knew that was a bald-faced lie. Koito’s “quick” would put a seasoned courtesan’s best work to shame. Koito took silent pride in his ability to make Tsukishima weak in the knees time and time again but knew better than to brag about it. It was a blessing that Tuskishima let him touch him at all, so Koito didn’t want to push his luck further than he already did.
Caressing the curves of Tsukishima’s stomach, and the defined lines along his hips, Koito was practically purring. Koito rocked his hips against the other man’s ass, quickly getting hard as he appreciated every dip and scar he had long since memorized the placements of. Tsukishima was just gorgeous, an absolute tank, a fierce soldier, but still, even someone as rugged and worn as Tsukishima had delicate skin on the inside of his thighs that twitched when Koito explored further down. One hand traced along that large scar Koito adored so much, the other sliding through the wiry hair between Tsukishima’s legs, silently asking for access.
Shuddering already with both a chill and anticipation, Tsukishima gave in and spread his legs enough for Koito's hand to slide between. His eyes were shut as he listened to Koito breathe heavily in his ear. It really wasn’t fair. Tsukishima shouldn’t be wet like this, not this quickly. He’d barely even been touched, but that didn’t matter, he knew what was coming and his body reacted accordingly. Tsukishima really did enjoy every second of this. No matter how much he outwardly protested and tried to push aside the younger man’s libido, Tsukishima secretly loved being used like this. It made his guts coil up tight as a spring without fail every time Koito wanted between Tsukishima’s legs.
“Sorry- my hands must be cold…” Kotio mumbled, spreading Tsukishima’s outer lips apart to finger him as Koito’s other hand pulled his own pants open to free his cock. He’d been worked up all morning and just couldn’t hold it in anymore. He needed relief and these days his hands were not nearly as satisfying as Tsukishima’s dripping cunt. “Haha… seems like you needed this too, hmmm? Your heartbeat is so strong, even down here, Sergeant Tsukishima.” He teased with a smile and massaged his open palm against Tsukishima’s dick, middle and ring finger curling inside, admiring how soaked the other man was already.
Impatiently pushing his hips back against Kotio, Tsukishima shut his eyes tight. “Be quick about it then-” He scoffed, embarrassed by Koito calling him by his rank in a situation as lewd as this. “Before I freeze.”
Koito laughed quietly at the eagerness on display and adjusted how he stood, lowering himself so that he pressed right into Tsukishima with an easy roll of his hips. “Ah...” He breathed out. “So warm~” Koito hummed, content with himself as he began to thrust lazily into Tsukishima. “Feels better and better each time... Mmn...”
With a shudder rushing up his spine, Tsukishima arched his back to meet Koito’s angle and let out a shaky breath. Koito always started out slow, almost maddeningly slow. Tsukishima just wanted the other to take him properly, pound into him and get it over with, but he would rather turn into a human icicle than ask for something like that out loud. Surely Tsukishima deserved to keep a bit of his dignity intact despite being treated as the Second Lieutenant’s personal toy.
The cold air prickled against his skin when he pulled out, so it felt even better than usual for Koito to be fully buried inside Tsukishima, eagerly sharing their body heat. “Fuck, Tsukishima… taking me like this- feels incredible.” Koito breathed out, one hand on Tsukishima’s hip. The other hand was still between Tsukishima’s legs, shielding the other a little from the cold air while his thumb traced along the deep scar under Tsukishima’s navel. He just loved getting his hands on Tsukishima, every inch was built to perfection and Kotio would never cease with his compliments. “I’m sorry it’s cold- I just needed this… needed you-”
Tsukishima could feel the other starting to speed up his thrusts and let out a rough moan in response. It felt good. So fucking good. Tsukishima huffed and his upper half slid a bit down the tree, pressing further back into Koito’s hips. “Hah…” Tsukishima struggled to bite back a whine, his insides squeezing down onto Koito, finally getting what he wanted. Koito was certainly not the first man Tsukishima had slept with, but none of them had ever satisfied him the way Koito did. A certain bit of praise that Koito would likely never hear uttered from the Sergeant’s lips, only because Tsukishima couldn’t handle Koito’s ego getting that inflated.
That and he was sure Koito would make it his personal mission to “satisfy” Tsukishima to the point that Tsukishima would likely never walk straight again. Even if sometimes that idea seemed mildly tempting when Tsukishima satisfied himself alone.
With the way Tsukishima was presenting himself and biting back moans, Koito knew he was liking it, Tsukishima was never too vocal, even when they were somewhere private, but Tsukishima’s body on the other hand, told Kotio all he needed to know. The clenching he felt along his length was nothing short of heavenly. “You like that, Tsukishima?” Koito took a half step forward, bending down against Tsukishima’s back as he started to set a rougher pace. “You want me to go harder, hmm? Like this? Can you take it?”
Eyes rolling back, Tsukishima dug his gloved fingers into the bark of the tree to brace himself. The freezing air on his skin and the burning heat inside him made everything feel crazy intense. After being fucked like this for a few minutes, Tsukishima was openly shivering, drooling into his scarf now that his face was tucked into the crook of his own arm. He already felt so close, he just needed Koito to push a little deeper and Tsukishima knew it would be enough for him to cum. Koito might not have been the best at getting Tsukishima off with his hands, but his unrelenting thrusts always made up for it. They both knew Tsukishima could take it.
Koito felt Tsukishima shivering in front of him, and he felt a bit of guilt eat its way into his lust-heavy mind. It wasn’t fair that he was enjoying the feeling of burning up inside and out when his partner was at the mercy of the winter air. Koito’s thrusting stuttered a little bit, but he managed another half-step forward, moving Tsukishima to stand back up and press closer to the tree. Managing to somewhat wrap his large overcoat around both of them, at least enough to block the cold air from Tsukishima’s belly.
“Hhff. S-Sir- Wait.” Tsukshima gasped, scrambling to find purchase against the tree again. It was too late, however, the new position had already forced Tsukishima up onto his toes, so now Koito’s height advantage made his thrusts lift Tsukishima partially off the ground. “Please- ah! Fuck, - Koito!” Tsukishima cried out, losing his filter as Koito's cock rammed against his cervix at this steeper angle. it was hard enough that Tsukishima felt an ache begin to bloom deep in his belly, but it quickly mixed into his building pleasure and it made Tsukishima moan obscenely, thighs beginning to tremble.
Fuck, this felt good. This is what he needed. Tsukishima’s cunt was so tight around him, and Koito kept driving into it without slowing his pace. He held his overcoat closed with both arms around Tsukishima’s waist, but it did nothing to dampen the sound of skin slapping against skin that was probably echoing through the woods by now. Not that Koito was likely to stop if someone stumbled across them, his mind focused solely on Tsukishima and their bodies together. Koito mouthed at Tsukishima’s jaw and throat, panting with the effort from keeping them both upright.
Going from shivering in the cold to breaking out in a full-body sweat made Tsukishima dizzy. His moans were strained and desperate sounds that were being fucked out of him. “M-More. Please, just a little more-” The stretch from the base of Koito’s cock put some delicious friction against his own and Tsukishima groaned. “I’m so... so close- hah- please.” Koito bit the side of his neck suddenly, startling Tsukishima and making him slip back. Tsukishima gasped and cried out, the next few thrusts grinding inside Tsukishima so perfectly that it pushed him over that edge. Whimpering as he came, Tsukishima clenched up around Koito, slick soaking down both of their legs. It felt incredible to have his orgasm drawn out by the constant pistoning of Koito's hips.
All Tsukishima noticed as his head cleared was that the sun had almost completely set by now. Tsukishima must have lost track of how long he was fucked up against that tree. By now he finally heard Koito’s raspy breathing turn into rushed cursing, a clear tell the other man was close to his limit.
Koito did his best to keep going, not wanting to lose the addictive pleasure, but it was too much for even him. Groaning, Koito could feel each throb and twitch of his cock and after another minute of doing his best to keep his rhythm, he had to admit defeat to his own desires. “I… I’m going to finish inside...” He gave little warning, voice strained.
Tsukishima shut his eyes. Of course he wasn’t pulling out. Fuck “Yes, s-sir.” The reply was barely audible between Tsukishima’s weak moans, feeling equally overstimulated and blissed out of his mind.
The moment the words left Tsukishima’s mouth, the overcoat fell open as Koito moved to grab the other man’s waist. With a grunt, Koito thrust up and held Tsukishima’s hips against him as close as he could manage, his balls drawing up tight as he came. He felt Tsukishima struggle to find traction on the ground, but all that did was make Tsukishima’s pussy clench in such a delicious way. “O-Oh- fuck… yeah…” He moaned. “That feels so good, Tsukishima…” Koito weakly rolled his hips to ride out his orgasm, only stopping when he needed to catch his breath. Koito stayed buried inside Tsukishima until his cock softened and it slipped out on its own, adding to the mess between their legs. Maybe one day he would have the stamina to go for a second round immediately after the first.
Feeling both of their cum drip down his thighs, Tsukishima's skin burned in sudden humiliation. Since when did he like this feeling so much? When had Koito turned him into such a pervert… bastard. Tsukishima held onto the tree for support with one hand, attempting to pull up his pants quickly to get out of the cold. A hand stopped him, however, and Tsukishima huffed weakly. “Please, I need-” He cut himself off with a whimper when Koito’s hand slid down to inspect his work, spreading Tsukishima’s lips apart to let the cum drool out more freely.
“I came so much… you can feel it, can’t you?” Koito hummed, the other hand playing with the hair between Tsukishima’s legs that was now matted into slick whorls. He certainly looked quite pleased with himself. “It's wonderful, I should fill you up like this more often…” Koito spoke with a distant, dreamy tone but eventually pulled his hands back to help pull Tsukishima’s clothes back into place, then fussed with his own clothes, wiping his hand off on his already-soiled pants.
“Please stop talking about…” Tsukishima started, only stopping himself to focus on his footing as he tried to move, unsure of his balance. Not to mention his stomach and hips were aching from the battering his insides had just received. It was a shame there was only ice and snow beneath them and no soft grass to simply slide down onto. Even if lying down in this state would only encourage Koito to ask for another round. Tsukishima ignored the throb of his own dick at the idea for now, reminding himself they were still barely outside of town in the woods.
Koito took Tsukishima’s arm to coax him away from the tree. “Ah… Of course, you're right. Look what I’ve done to you.’ Koito leaned in, kissing Tsukishima’s temple, then the edge of his lips. “Next time we will be somewhere soft and warm, I promise.” He brought Tsukishima close to embrace him, acting lovey-dovey and cooing sweet praise into Tsukishima's skin.
With a tired groan, Tsukishima batted Koito’s affection away despite there being a hint of a smile on his face. “Please stop talking about all these “next times” while this time is still… ugh- fresh.” He wobbled, holding onto Koito’s arm.
With an amused chuckle, Koito watched and supported Tsukishima until the other was able to walk back toward the inn without stumbling. The flush of pride across Kotio's cheeks was easily blamed on the nipping wind, but Koito had a smug look on his face and kept humming obnoxiously the whole walk back. No doubt if he was able, Koito would have been singing praises about Tsukishima to anyone unlucky enough to be within earshot.
The first chance he got back in town, Tsukishima took a nice long bath and scrubbed himself clean inside and out. All the while lamenting about how long this mission was going to take if he kept being jumped every time the sun went down.
Not that he was really complaining anymore when his scrubbing turned into getting himself off in the bath, Koito’s name tumbling from between his lips freely.
