[twitter prompt] shindrift - storm (nsfw)

[tanyart]

Storms on Earth are the least threatening of all the places Drifter has been to. No acid rain like on Venus, none of the blizzards of Europa, and definitely no frozen sand bullshit like Mars. The EDZ’s got nothing — a little rain, some thunder and lighting, maybe some hail. So what?

Which is why Drifter is perfectly fine bumping uglies with Shin with a storm in full swing, drenched from head to toe as lightning flashes. Can’t do this kind of dumbass shit anywhere else. Drifter pushes Shin against a tree, hard enough that the branches shake a downpour water over them, soaking whatever the rain hadn’t touched.

Drifter grabs onto the clasps of Shin’s helmet, relishing every snap coming undone without resistance, and pulls the helmet off. Shin looks at him, wild-eyed, eyelashes dripping as he blinks. Each breath he takes sputters water, rivelets around his wet lips, and Drifter’s so fucking thirsty for it. He tosses Shin’s useless helmet to the side, and Shin doesn’t even put up a fight when Drifter crashes their mouths together, drinking in the rainwater. The taste of forest grit and polluted carbon has no reason to be so good.

Shin says something then, lost to the sound of thunder. And, well, if he wants to be heard he should’ve been shouting. Drifter briefly looks him in the eye but continues to work his hand over the front of Shin’s pants. Shin opens his mouth again but Drifter can see the wordless shape of a moan.

He drops to his knees, making his intent clear enough. Shin‘s quick to get his pants down after another second, and Drifter smirks at what he sees; Shin’s not even hard yet. Fine. That’s gonna change real soon, considering how Shin’s hand is already gripping the back of his head.

Something about the storm, the way the rain makes Shin look, and the way the thunder hides the noise Drifter makes when he swallows Shin down. The hand over his hair tightens. He takes pulls of rain water that tastes like Shin, shivering when he feels Shin start to go hard in his mouth.

The electric air intoxicating, egging him on to match the storm’s energy. It’s a real wonder lightning doesn’t strike them. Drifter feels like it could any moment, and his body forgets to be cautious of Shin, constantly wrung tight and jumpy around the hunter. The weather isn’t even the real danger but for once Drifter can pretend it is.

Another part of Drifter wants to drag the whole thing out, keep Shin plastered to that tree and hips rocking into his mouth. He puts his hand around Shin’s dick instead, the rain not enough to make the rubbing smooth even with spit, but Shin makes a low, ragged noise loud enough to overcome the rumbling sky and Drifter figures that’s as good as it’s going to get.

Fuck, he’s so hard, but he’s as wet on the outside as he is in his pants. So whatever. When Shin bucks in that telltale way, Drifter nearly can’t tell the difference as Shin comes — slightly warmer than the rain running down his face, more salty and viscous when Drifter licks his corner of his mouth.

Shin’s panting is visible as puffs of humid air. He stares down at Drifter with a flush so bright it cuts through the gray gloom of the forest.

Shin’s thumb swipes at Drifter’s cheek, the rest of his fingers curling beneath Drifter’s chin. The rain doesn’t seem to be doing a good job washing the mess off of Drifter’s face. Drifter only licks at the opposite side of his mouth as lightning flashes overhead. If Shin wants another look, he’d have to try again. Drifter turns his face away and stands up, a little awkwardly with his pants so tight. He hasn’t gotten off yet and he sure as hell wants to.

But the rain’s starting to let up, the thunder fainter in the distance. Shin almost stops him with a biting kiss, hand wandering south to return the favor. Drifter pulls the hood of Shin’s cloak over his head, tugging at it sharply while he steps back.

He points to the sky, deliberately vague. Shin’s left open-mouthed long enough that Drifter figures it’s starting to collect rain water. After a moment, Shin sputters something incomprehensible then does his pants back up. Even picks up his helmet again, giving it a shake.

They start walking again.