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A salty breeze ghosted through the old house, the last hints of summer settling over him. The nights were growing colder, the ocean chilly. Warmth clung to the days, the sun still bright and high in the sky, but darkness was swift.
Would he come, one last time, before the mountains turned bright red and dusty gold?
Adashino smiled to himself; he’d become too sentimental.
And he didn’t care.
It was silly to pine after a man as elusive as Ginko, it was hopeless to hope for more, and yet…
The scraping of geta on his pathway stones set Adashino’s heart to fluttering.
Was it…?
A man with pitch black hair came into view and Adashino had to school his expression. It wasn’t fair to the villager to look so disappointed to have the wrong visitor.
He was thanked for the help he had given the man’s daughter, and as nice as it was to have company and gifts, he was quick to hurry the man off, wanting to be alone with his lonely thoughts.
It was foolish to hope, and yet…
“Hey.”
That voice.
Adashino turned, his eyes lighting up, a smile curling his lips as he saw a white-haired man sitting in his room, smoking and making himself quite comfortable.
It was terribly rude to invite oneself into another’s home and Adashino was just a grinning fool, stepping onto the veranda of his house, geta left in disarray by the stepping stone.
“Ginko!”
He was too excited, but Ginko flashed him a smile, his cigarette hanging crooked from his lips. “Did you really think I wouldn’t make it back in time?”
Adashino was stunned for a moment. Was he so obvious…? He shook his head all the same, smiling as he came to sit down next to Ginko. They shared a space that would not be considered respectful for two friends or colleagues. “I still had hope…”
Ginko gave him a terse laugh. “You shooed that man away quick enough… You’re only this surly when…” the words trailed off and Adashino hummed in agreement.
He was far too obvious, it would appear. “How long are you staying?”
Ginko sighed out his smoke, wisps lingering in the air. “Not long. A few days.”
“We’ll make the best of it, then,” Adashino hummed again, resting back on his hands as he closed his eyes and breathed in the slightly bitter and herbal scent of Ginko’s cigarettes. He would have loved for Ginko to spend the entire winter with him, but that was a horribly selfish thought and he knew better than to ask for more than what he was given.
But one could not stop themselves from wanting…
Ginko was so close, his warmth swirling and pulling at Adashino. Ginko copied him, leaning back on his hands, head tipped up, and if their pinky fingers grazed against one another’s, neither said anything, but Adashino smiled all the same. He was warm and comfortable and took another deep inhale of the smoky air, letting it rest in his lungs for a moment before breathing out a deep, satisfied sigh.
“I brought something I think you might be interested in,” Ginko spoke after long moments.
Adashino knew it was a gift, even if it came with a price tag, but ah… Ginko needed the money for his travels, and Adashino treasured everything Ginko had given to him. It wasn’t so much a transaction as the two of them gifting each other what they wanted and needed.
Adashino smiled.
Ginko sat up and pulled his traveling case close to him, rummaging around until he pulled out an object hidden in an old, worn cloth. He watched as rough fingers unfolded the cloth, laying it down on the low table in front of them. Adashino sat up and watched intently, his eyes lighting up as Ginko revealed a kiseru to him.
It was old, the brass coated in patina, the engravings slightly worn away from decades of use. “Oh…?”
But more than the object was the story. Ginko told him how he came by it and Adashino quickly scrawled it down. Precious words and precious memories he hoped to keep for eternity, to have his writings used in the future, for Ginko’s words to live on in eternity…
He was foolish and sentimental and smiled as Ginko talked to him. He could only hope that these ramblings, his hastily scrawled words could be of some use to future generations. Surely, he would rewrite this story later, neater, keeping this scroll for himself. The raw, unedited words and reactions of Ginko for him and him only…
He smiled to himself, feeling overly nostalgic and emotional as another salty breeze blew in from the mighty ocean. It was colder now, chasing away the warmth of the sun as shadows stretched out into the garden.
“Would you like something to eat?” Adashino asked, putting away his ink and brush, leaving the scroll out to dry before rolling it up.
“Of course,” Ginko replied, looking at him with fondness.
It was an easy enough routine to fall into. Adashino prepared a simple meal, they ate, they talked, and the sun set.
The house was easy to close up for the night, just a few shouji and shutters to close before they retired to the bedroom. Ginko laid out a single futon and Adashino’s lips twitched into a smile. He would never ask Ginko for anything, even if he was desperate for everything.
Adashino understood his place in Ginko’s world, and as sad and lonely as that could be…
It would be enough.
A lamp was lit before Ginko sat on his knees at the edge of the futon, his clothes still on as Adashino turned away to grab a lacquered covered bowl, full of oil.
“Eager?” Ginko asked, his tone teasing and Adashino felt himself flushing, even as he settled the oil on the opposite side of the futon from Ginko before kneeling next to Ginko.
“Of course…” But Adashino could only remain so coy. This was an old dance of theirs.
Ginko pulled him in for a kiss, their lips clumsy at first, both of them unsure of what the other wanted for the moment.
Callused hands grazed Adashino’s neck, traveling up to his face, cupping him gingerly as Ginko deepened the kiss. Adashino moaned, his lips parting to let Ginko dominate the kiss. It was rough, uncoordinated as Adashino felt his eyes rolling back, unable to keep up with Ginko’s intensity. He let himself be pushed back onto the futon, the cover pushed hastily to the side.
A solid weight covered Adashino’s body and he keened, overwhelmed to the point tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. But, Ginko didn’t let up, devouring Adashino, forcing moans from the deepest parts of his breast as those callused hands wandered beneath his dark yukata.
There was no need for words or permissions, the both of them having long moved past that point ages and ages ago. Adashino would often reflect that he was too easy for Ginko, falling to pieces in an instant and willing to give up everything for him.
He gave himself a rueful smile as Ginko’s chapped lips moved to his neck, sucking bruises into the skin. The villagers would tease him in the coming days and while Adashino wasn’t sure if they were aware of the depths of Adashino and Ginko’s relationship, he was sure some of them had an idea of what went on in the dark hours between the two men.
Adashino gasped, pushing away all thoughts as the hems of his yukata were pushed up, baring his trembling thighs. Ginko settled comfortably on his knees between Adashino’s legs, a small smile playing on his lips.
The air caught in Adashino’s breast as he watched Ginko pull his tunic over his head, baring his scarred and pale chest to him. His eyes wandered down the expanse of Ginko’s body taking in the sight, as he pushed himself up to his elbows.
Ginko let him look him over, picking over the scars and bruises, eye full of affection. Bruises faded, small and insignificant, a few new scars Adashino were sure hadn’t been there the last time, he catalogued them all, brushing his thumbs and fingers over them, feeling the rough, raised skin against the pads of his fingers.
“Nothing that significant happened…” Ginko muttered and Adashino hummed in response. He wanted to ask about them all, for the umpteenth time, but there was no time for that.
Adashino laid back down, planting his feet flat on the futon, knees bent and wide. The panels of Adashino’s dark yukata slid further up his thighs, pooling at his hips and baring him to Ginko’s hungry eye. “You’ll have to tell me more in the morning, I have no patience for it now…” He grinned, coaxing Ginko back to him so they could kiss.
This time, Adashino dominated, pushing his tongue into Ginko’s mouth, desperate to explore every part of him, for as long as he had Ginko to himself. He groaned as their clothed cocks pressed against one another’s, both equally hard. Ginko rolled his hips and Adashino felt himself losing dominance, letting Ginko take over once more as he wrapped his arms around Ginko’s neck.
They kissed for what felt like hours, their world reduced to each other and Adashino’s worn futon. Adashino wrapped his legs around Ginko’s hips, pushing up against him, desperate for more friction on his aching, leaking cock.
“Eager?” Ginko teased again as he pulled back from Adashino’s kiss-swollen lips.
“Aren’t you just as eager…?” Adashino teased back, reaching down to caress Ginko’s straining hardness through his trousers. He earned himself a choked off moan from Ginko, a rare show of his slipping restraint.
“Suppose I can’t deny it…” Ginko whispered before planting a few chaste kisses on Adashino’s lips as his hand fumbled between their bodies with his trousers.
Adashino was breathless as Ginko pulled away, resting on his knees as he pulled his cock free, trousers slipping down his thighs. A dark, hot blush covered Adashino’s face, hopefully disguised in the warm, flickering lamp-light. His breath hitched as he watched Ginko take his thick cock in hand, stroking himself, swiping a thumb over the leaking head before pushing the foreskin up to cover himself again. Ginko released himself, his heavy cock bobbing between his legs, the head pulling free of his foreskin and Adashino could only swallow thickly, desperate to taste, to touch, to feel.
But he could only whine as Ginko gentled him back down onto the futon, carefully pulling Adashino’s fundoshi free from between his legs with practiced efficiency. Adashino turned his face away, feeling his cock twitch in the cool air, desperate to be touched, pre-seed leaking down the length as the head pulled half-free of his foreskin.
Adashino knew he looked a mess, but Ginko just smiled down at him as he reached for the bowl of oil. The lid clacked as it came free, settled on the tatami and Adashino couldn’t bring himself to look at Ginko, not yet, not even as he felt two well-oiled fingers drifting between his thighs, searching for his hole.
Adashino let his eyes flutter shut, head still turned away as he bit his lip to stifle the noises that wanted to spill from him unbidden as he felt one finger breach his tight ring of muscle, quickly followed by a second. His back arched off the futon, Ginko’s fingers sinking quickly into him. His thighs trembled as those thick, callused fingers grazed the spot within him that sent sparks rumbling up and down his spine.
A moan broke from his bruised lips and he canted his hips in a silent plea for more. Ginko gave him a breathy laugh, but complied all the same, a third finger sinking into Adashino easily.
So easily…
With tear-damp lashes, Adashino opened his eyes and looked up at Ginko with as much reverence as he possibly could. The air caught in his breast as Ginko pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of him with deftness and dexterity.
Adashino was gasping, panting, moaning as he was brought to the edge of bliss, and just when he didn’t think he could hold on anymore, Ginko smirked, bending down to take Adashino’s cock into his throat, swallowing him in one easy movement.
Ginko bobbed his head, taking Adashino’s cock into the back of his throat with a content look in his eye. Adashino couldn’t look away, mouth hanging open as he watched his cock disappear over and over again between slick and swollen lips.
A breathy scream erupted from Adashino’s breast, torn free so effortlessly as he was brought to spill. Ginko swallowed down his seed without any escaping, fingers undulating inside of him, milking each and every drop from Adashino’s quivering body until he was left keening and whining in overstimulation.
Ginko pulled back, his fingers still resting thick and deep inside of Adashino as he grinned, wiping at his chin with his other hand. “So eager…” he teased and Adashino couldn’t find it within himself to be embarrassed.
Adashino pulled Ginko down for a breathy, open-mouthed kiss as he still fought for air. He coated his hand in oil, reaching down to stroke Ginko’s throbbing cock. Ginko’s fingers slipped free of Adashino’s hole and he groaned at their loss. “I’m desperate, not eager.”
Ginko gave him an airy laugh between their open-mouthed kisses. He settled closer between Adashino’s open thighs, pressing his cock against his twitching hole as Adashino held his cock, angling him just right as Ginko started to push.
It burned and Adashino bit his bottom lip, forcing himself to relax as he felt the head breaching him. He forced himself to breathe as Ginko cooed at him, a strained breath leaving his heaving breast as the rest of the length slid into him with ease, Adashino’s hand drifting away from Ginko’s cock.
Ginko shifted on his knees, burying himself to the root inside of Adashino with one smooth push. They both let out a shaky breath, staring at one another until Adashino felt himself loosen, adjusting to the length buried deep inside of him.
Ginko gave a tentative thrust, rolling his hips gently, and Adashino groaned, throwing his head back, his neck exposed for Ginko’s greedy mouth. Marks would dot his skin and Adashino would treasure them for as long as they lasted, for they would surely last longer than Ginko’s short visit.
Wicked lips trailed from Adashino’s neck to his chest as Ginko kept his thrusts deep and gentle. Dark bruises were sucked into the tender flesh of Adashino’s breasts before Ginko wrapped his lips around Adashino’s sensitive nipples. He keened, hands threading through short, white hair as Adashino withstood the torment to his nipples as long as he could before pulling Ginko’s mouth back to his own.
They moved against one another, gasping, panting, kissing. Their tongues swirled together and Adashino felt his cock twitching back to hardness between their bodies. He groaned, his cock grinding against Ginko’s bare skin and the edges of his yukata, just enough friction to be teasing, but not enough to give him release.
Ginko pulled back and Adashino whined as his arms fell away, even as his legs were grabbed behind the knees, pushed up to his chest, so Ginko could move. The futon was rough against Adashino’s fingers as he gripped the bedding with straining force.
The pace Ginko set was slow and deep, pulling out to the pronounced ridge of his cockhead before pushing back in with fluid force. Each roll of Ginko’s hips forced the air from Adashino’s breast. His cock leaked against his abdomen once again, standing tall and aching with each thrust.
It was delightful, Adashino feeling overwhelmed and full, and yet, still he craved for more.
“G-Ginko! Harder!” Adashino cried out and Ginko just smiled down at him, smug and incorrigible.
“Harder…?” Ginko asked with a teasing hint to his voice. “Like this…?” Sharp, short slaps echoed in the room as Ginko took him suddenly.
“Yes! Yes!” Adashino moaned his pleasure, throat feeling rough and raw. Ginko’s cock slid and pushed against the spot that made lights appear behind Adashino’s lids, as if he could really see the glowing and floating mushi that existed all around them.
Ginko groaned, pushing the both of them to the brink of their pleasure. Adashino reached a hand down to his ignored cock, gently stroking himself as he looked up at Ginko, that green, green eye staring down at him in the flickering light. All of Ginko’s focus was on Adashino, and it was intoxicating.
Warmth pooled low in Adashino’s belly and he gave off breathy moans with each snap of Ginko’s hips. His cock leaked and throbbed in his hand as Ginko’s cock pushed and rubbed against every sensitive spot inside of Adashino’s body.
Strung like a bow, Adashino arched his back off the futon, his body rigid and tense. Ginko dropped his head and groaned into Adashino’s neck, his strong fingers leaving bruises on Adashino’s hips.
Adashino gasped, his second spill overtaking him in a shuddering instant, the tension releasing from his body. Ginko’s thrusts became uneven and hard, pushing into him with a roughness that told him he was close, too.
Adashino cried out and Ginko gasped as Adashino tightened around him as the second wave of his spill overtook him. Warmth flooded inside of Adashino and Ginko’s strong hips stuttered before slamming into him with a short, sharp thrust. Ginko ground against Adashino’s abused buttocks, pushing himself as deep as he could as he gave shuddering gasps and groans.
Ginko collapsed on him, his cock still inside, and Adashino wrapped his legs around Ginko’s hips to keep him there. They kissed, rough and messy as a strong breeze rumbled over the house, bringing with it the salt of the ocean.
Adashino grinned and Ginko laughed against his lips, trying to pull back but unable to escape Adashino’s grasp. He clenched around Ginko’s half-hard cock, coaxing as much spill from him as he could, savouring the feeling of being full and filled.
Ginko’s strength won out in the end and he was able to extract himself from Adashino’s arms. “Don’t pout…” Ginko whispered, still inside of Adashino. He raised one of Adashino’s thighs, shifting until they were both laying on their sides.
The dim light flickered as they settled against one another, Ginko warm and firm on Adashino’s back. Ginko reached for his tunic, using it to wipe away Adashino’s spill from his stomach before he resettled the collars of his dark yukata, to keep him warm as they slept.
“You’re still hard…” Adashino twisted back slightly, looking into Ginko’s green eye that always seemed to glow brighter in the darkness. “You can use me again…”
“Incorrigible…” Ginko said with a huff, but his hips were already moving in slow, deliberate circles. “You don’t mind…?” Ginko sounded uncharacteristically unsure of himself.
“Of course not,” Adashino said with a shake of his head. He felt warm and dazed, groaning softly as Ginko started to move again. He was stretched and sore and just wanted to keep Ginko inside as long as possible.
Ginko was gentle, giving shallow thrusts, keeping himself buried deep. Their breathy sounds filled the room, throaty and lazy. Warm breath ghosted along Adashino’s ear and down the collar of his yukata and he clenched his eyes shut as he shivered.
Adashino felt so wet between his legs, Ginko’s seed seeping out and slicking the way. It was lewd and Adashino made small sounds of pleasure as Ginko used him.
A warmth pooled low in Adashino’s belly, even if his cock didn’t stir again. He groaned, reaching back to twist his fingers in silky white hair. Ginko’s fingers slipped inside the folds of Adashino’s yukata, toying with his nipples. Adashino curled in on the sensation, his pleasure building and growing tight with each ministration.
As Ginko’s breaths came in quicker, Adashino felt himself getting close as well. The pace remained slow and steady, even as Ginko was obviously near spilling. Warm breath ghosted down the back of Adashino’s neck as they rocked together.
Without warning, Ginko’s teeth sunk into the back of Adashino’s shoulder, near his neck. Ginko’s cries were stifled, whereas Adashino’s echoed freely in the room. Pleasure wracked Adashino’s body and he shuddered, as if he had just spilled, though his cock lay limp between his thighs.
Adashino carded his fingers through Ginko’s hair, urging him on. He took in deep breaths as strong hips snapped hard against him, once, twice, before Ginko buried himself as deep as possible, warmth flooding deep inside Adashino. Ginko groaned into Adashino’s shoulder, the sound thrumming nicely through his pleasure-spent body.
Ginko was always amazing, bringing with him the most delicate and beautiful treasures, before showing Adashino pleasures he could never have known about otherwise. Adashino smiled to himself, feeling sleepy as Ginko pressed apologetic kisses over the bite mark he left.
Adashino would wear such a mark proudly, selfishly hoping it might scar, even a little bit, so that he might keep Ginko’s memory close at hand. Ginko hadn’t pulled out and Adashino enjoyed the dull ache it left him with between his legs.
Ginko sighed and Adashino reached back, twisting himself, so that they might kiss and kiss and kiss, until they drifted off to sleep.