Morning walk || Kazuha smut

Idk how to write

It was early. Earlier than the morning birds that sing and the sunrise that wakes the rest of the soldiers on Watatsumi Island. It was all too perfect for one samurai who happened to enjoy mornings like these almost too much. Kazuha stepped out of his tent, walking past the burnt out firepit that had died in the night from neglect, and walking silently past the other soldier's tents. The morning air was moist and refreshing, and the entire island was silent.
He walked a good ways away from the camp, so none of his fellow soldiers would have a chance of catching him. He finally found the perfect spot and his favorite spot.
A tree, surrounded by small plants and shrubbery, but directly past the tree was an open view of almost the entire island's mosiac scenery. It was a secluded area of the island that almost nobody knew about, and the best part was that the sunrise could be seen from this spot.
The thought of it alone made Kazuha's heartbeat heavier. He had always considered himself to be one with nature and it's beauty, so what was the difference of being aroused by it?
He sat down by the tree in the damp grass, his breath already wavering as he adjusted his clothing that felt like it was just too tight around his groin. He closed his eyes for a moment, just listening. The only sounds were the faint rush of water, and Kazuha's shallow breaths that felt uncontrollably shaky. He groaned, not wasting any more of his already limited time. He quickly removed the top of his haori that he had ever so carefully fixed up in his tent before heading out, the morning chill lovingly feeling up against his bare chest. He bit his lip and slid his hand down his pants, the feeling of being so exposed to nature itself making his head spin.
His cold and slender fingers wrapped around his pounding erection, and he pulled down his pants enough to reveal his cock to the morning air. The feeling of nature's breath around his body was otherworldly to him, sending chills down his spine.
Of course, he came prepared as well. He reached into the inner pocket of his discarded clothing and, with a little struggle with his needy state of mind, finally retrieved a small bottle of lube. It was small enough for him to carry with him on his morning 'walks', and discreet enough to be invisible in his pocket. He flipped open the cap and coated his fingers with a generous amount of the cold liquid. When he wrapped his now lubed, practically freezing hand around his cock, he tensed up and let his head fall back with heavy breaths. He swallowed softly and let out a low groan as he began to pump his cock, listening to the sweet wet sounds mixed with the sound of the waves on the shore not too far away. The wind blew through the trees and sounded harmonious to him with his light moans. He couldn't help himself. Feeling so connected with the land he treaded on daily felt like an honor, and he was returning the favor by giving himself to the land in the most raw way possible. He was so caught up in his surroundings, his own moans became white noise. He was insatiable. He couldn't live without this experience every morning. It was what motivated him to do everything he had ever wanted to accomplish. If he was ever caught, though, it may just be the bane of his existence, and that only made it a harder experience to resist indulging in.
He leaned back slightly, letting his legs sprawl out as he used his free hand to prop himself up. He ruthlessly fucked his own hand, thinking about the beautiful landscapes of Teyvat. The way the final moments of moonlight reflected off of the water below, or the way the morning dew made the entire island glow.
He quickened his pace with his hand, feeling his climax creep up his spine like a slow intoxication. He wasn't loud when he moaned, but he whined like no tomorrow. Begging himself for more, whining and praising himself for treating his body the way he knew he liked it. This morning was too perfect to not treat himself to.
Before he could even stop himself, he stuttered over his words of indecipherable nonsense and came, kicking his legs out and sprawling back on the grass as he pumped his cock a few more times. His cum shot out onto his chest and coated his hand copiously. He laid in the grass, feeling the cold wet ground against his warm and sweaty body. He looked up at the sky, the neutral blue slowly fading into new shades, signifying dawn's approach. He didn't feel done, though. He felt like he hadn't given enough to satisfy nature's desires, or perhaps just his own.
He kicked off his pants and reached for the discarded bottle of lube for just a bit more, coating his second hand in the substance and once again tossing the bottle to the ground. He reached below his cock to his now exposed ass. He felt vulnerable, but he felt good knowing the only thing that could see him was the sun that was soon to rise, or the tides from the center of the island.
He teased himself only a bit, and quickly worked one finger into himself. His breathy moans picked up a deeper hint, and his voice cracked and broke down as he pumped his once again needy cock to the pace of his finger. His back arched off of the grass as he inserted a second finger, his hair splaying out amongst the small plants near his head as he sang his own morning song.
The waves picked up at the nearby shore, and the birds became louder as the first signs of the sun peeked over the water's edge. The thought of it alone almost sent Kazuha over the edge, but he held out just to keep himself in the moment for a bit longer.
His heartbeat was in sync with the dripping stream nearby, his breathing was in harmony with the wind, his entire body truly felt one with the soil beneath him, and all he could see was the trees above him and the beautiful, changing dawn of the sky. The mindset was pure ecstasy, and he came a second time as the sun peaked over the water, this time he let out a cry of pleasure that practically echoed through the island. His vision went white as he spasmed, feeling like he had sufficiently given his all to nature's existence. He slowly came down from the high, unmoving as his chest practically heaved. His eyes fluttered closed as he struggled to control his breathing once again. He managed to sit up after a few moments of relaxing. As he had expected, nobody was nearby to see him like this. Stripped almost nude, dripping with morning dew and sweat, covered in his own cum. It was unsightly, but he enjoyed it more than he'd like to admit. The display was for the beauty of nature to take in. It was him giving back to the wonders of the world for being as exhilarating as they were.
Without missing a beat, he continued his morning routine. He stood up, just a bit weak in the knees, and re-dressed himself, fixing his haori over his chest as neatly as it was before. He didn't clean off his chest, not yet. He picked up the bottle of lube and stowed it in his pocket, walking back down the path as the sun came into better view. The entire island glowed beautifully as he found a small stream to rinse his hands in. He shook off the excess water and made his way back to the camp, greeting a few soldiers that had just awoken.
"Kaedehara, you're always bright-eyed and bushy tailed before any of us are even conscious, I could never wake up as early as you do." One of the soldiers walked past Kazuha, patting him on the back. He chuckled, sighing softly.
"Yes, I enjoy watching the sun rise every morning. Although it costs me some resting hours, I wouldn't trade it for the world." He responded to his fellow soldier, who seemed to listen to the Anemo samurai in awe. Kazuha continued past the soldier, speaking as he walked away, "Now if you'll excuse me, I could use a warm morning shower."
His routine ensued as usual, and his daily morning exercise made him more ready for the duties to come than any other soldier on the island.