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Overhead the stars were bright and growing brighter as the campfire died slowly in its pit. What seemed like all around them was the soft shuffling and gentle lowing of the cattle they’d been hired to drive to greener pastures, their horses shifting on their feet, sighing. Daichi had hunched forward to poke at their fire with his stick, pushing a hand back through his hair. His sleeves rolled up, Koushi watched the dim light dancing across the muscles of his forearms, the concentration on his face.
“That’s probably bout the end of it,” he announced after a minute of pushing the remains of their fire around. It’d perked up a little but without adding more wood there wasn’t much for it.
“’s fine,” Koushi assured him. “Orville will let us know if there’s any coyotes. Best be turning in anyway.”
Daichi hummed, sitting back on his heels to give Koushi a look. It was hard to make out in the dark but Koushi’s heart thumped a little harder at what he could see.
“Wanna lay down with me?”
There was a huff of laughter from Daichi.
“You probably stink to high heaven.”
“At least I’ll be in good company with you then.”
Daichi barked out a laugh, flopping back against Suga’s saddle beside where he was propped up. Koushi cupped Daichi’s cheek to draw their laughing mouths together. They bumped noses in the dark, both snickering as they stole a series of quick kisses. Koushi lifted himself to throw a leg over Daichi’s hips, straddling him as he kissed Daichi proper. Daichi breathed a soft sound into Koushi’s mouth, opening up to him without hesitation.
Somehow it never ceased to make Koushi’s heart pound the way big strong intimidating Sawamura Daichi trusted him so completely, surrendering control to him. Koushi wanted to fight to deserve that trust, licking into Daichi’s mouth hands brushing through Daichi’s hair. His breath hitched as Daichi’s broad hands settled on his ass. They pulled apart with a heady bout of giggles, Koushi brushing their noses together. With steady fingers he undid the top buttons of Daichi’s shirt, just far enough to give him access to slip his hands inside Daichi’s shirt. He brushed his fingertips over the expanse of Daichi’s chest, the sparse hair the muscle beneath the soft surface reflexively jumping beneath his touch.
Koushi knew if it weren’t so dark he’d find Daichi’s chest not nearly so tan as the rest of him, harsh lines where his skin that saw the sun was separated from the parts of him that didn’t. Daichi groaned quietly as Koushi squeezed his pecs, thumbs tracing over his nipples. Daichi broke apart from Koushi, panting, his hips rocking upward against Koushi’s.
“Stop that,” he groaned arching into Koushi’s touch in a way that did not at all seem uninclined. Koushi rolled his hips down, Daichi’s head falling back against the saddle. Koushi nipping at his exposed neck. The contact was electric, shooting sparks of pleasure through Koushi’s blood. Koushi pinched again at Daichi’s nipples, pulling a whine from his mouth, Koushi groaning as they rocked together.
He brushed their lips together again even as he felt Daichi’s hands shift from where they were squeezing at his ass to his belt, tugging it loose.
“Eager tonight, ain’t ya,” Koushi laughed.
“So what if I am,” Daichi claimed his mouth again, swallowing down his laughter, hands tugging his britches down. Koushi squirmed in Daichi’s lap.
“What’re you doing, I’m not getting ass naked in the dirt with you, Sawamura.”
“That’s not what you said last night,” Daichi retorted and in another second he’d flipped their positions, Koushi back to the hard dirt, as Daichi fumbled with his own belt, the dying light of their campfire, casting his face in a rosy glow, he smiled back crookedly at Koushi. It was not fair for one dirty cowboy to look at fine as Daichi did right now. Koushi propped himself up on his elbows to watch Daichi undo his fly, shimmy his pants down enough to free his cock. Then Koushi had seized him by his belt dragging his destabilized partner down on top of him. Daichi made a sound of protest that trailed off in a gasp as Koushi took them both in hand, one smooth stroke, as he drew Daichi’s lips to his like a horse to water and Daichi drank him in. A perfect moment for Koushi to wrestle him onto his back again, perched once more on Daichi’s hips, resting back against Daichi’s powerful thighs. He tugged more buttons free on Daichi’s shirt as they rocked together, Daichi’s hands roving from Koushi’s thighs to his bare ass and back again, trying to get their bodies closer.
Koushi finally had enough space to kiss at Daichi’s exposed chest, everywhere he could reach. Daichi groaned, one hand detaching from Koushi’s hip to settle again over their lengths. Koushi’s breath hitched, hips twitching into Daichi’s grip. For a moment it was all he could do to hang on, feeling every sweet bit of friction between them.
“Fuck,” Daichi whispered, “Sug, you look like a right angel.” Koushi closed his mouth over a nipple, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud and earning a whine from Daichi. “A demon.” He amended through staggered breaths. Koushi laughed against Daichi’s skin, repeating the action again as Daichi squirmed beneath him. “Ah, please,” Daichi’s voice scraped out after a minute, arching against Koushi. His hand had slowed under the distraction and Koushi leaned back, Daichi panting beneath him.
Daichi gazed up at him in a daze, big cow eyes on him dancing in the fire glow, shirt flung open, undone by Koushi in every way. Koushi took hold of Daichi’s cock and leaned close to kiss him as they started again. Moving in time, slow at first but hurried on by Daichi’s whispers for more fluttering and breathless against the shell of Koushi’s ear.
Koushi’s wrist ached, leaning forward to rest on an elbow, kissing and kissing until at last his forehead was merely resting against Daichi’s, their kissing turned to sharing ragged pulls of breath, closer and closer to the edge. Daichi whimpered soft, lifting his mouth once more to Koushi’s, a messy kiss, frantic as their pace, free hand clutching hard enough to bruise on Koushi’s thighs. Koushi gasped as he reached it: the precipice, a thundering waterfall, a herd stampeding over the edge of a cliff. Daichi smothering a sound of his own against Koushi’s mouth, head thumping back in the dirt. The two of them panting like dogs.
“Fuck,” Daichi breathed out, voice hoarse, wrecked.
Slowly Koushi let his weight off his elbow and sinking down on top of Daichi. He swore he could feel the thunder of Daichi’s heart alongside his own, slowing in tandem.
Daichi grunted.
“So it’s fine for me to have my ass in the dirt?”
“We’ll cross the river tomorrow,” Koushi mumbled against his neck, kissing him there, once, twice, a third time…
“I hate you.”
“Do not.”
Daichi chuckled breathlessly kissing Koushi’s forehead and Koushi reveled in the bloom of heat in his chest at that. He hoped he wouldn’t ever stop feeling this way with Daichi. Rain after a drought, prairie wild flowers and meteor showers with all the heavens strung out above him. He nuzzled his nose against Daichi’s pulse point before adjusting himself so he could kiss those stubborn smiling lips, Daichi’s eyelids hanging heavy and sleepy, sated. He kissed him sweetly, Daichi humming against his mouth.
“Love you,” Daichi mumbled as Koushi pulled away to slowly tuck himself back into his pants. Koushi’s heart skipped a beat. He’d never get used to it. Daichi as his partner is every sense.
“Love you back,” Koushi smiled at him.
The fire let out a pop, almost completely embers. Somewhere further off a coyote yipped, Daichi’s eyes snapping open all of one second before Orville began to bark, and the cattle around them shifted with a chorus of nervous moos. Koushi nearly tumbled face first into the dirt off of Daichi’s lap in his haste, hand fumbling for where he’d laid down his rifle hours ago. He’d staggered to his feet and cocked the gun before Daichi had made a single move.
“Fuck,” groaned Daichi struggling to pull up his pants.
“You can stay right there, sweetheart. I’ve got this.”
“Fuck that,” Daichi rolled to his knees as scrambled after Suga in the dark to investigate.