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A small fan blows onto Tadashi's face, but no relief finds him. Patio door open, shirt unbuttoned, no wind flooding in; the summer drones as the temperature climbs. He lounges on the wooden floor, hoping to the gods that the heat wave ends as soon as possible. If not that, then he prays for the repairperson to fix the only air conditioner in the apartment. Except it's only three pm on a Saturday and his landlord informed him the earliest they could come is Monday.
So, the suffering continues.
With his eyes closed, Tadashi's mind drifts to his newly-appointed boyfriend, wondering just how miserable Kei feels dealing with the same heat. Right on cue, he steps into the living room with a groan. Tadashi loses track of Kei's steps, heat-induced delirium squeezing through every part of his brain and with it, the last remaining space for any thought aside from the way he feels boiled alive.
"This is disgusting. Kill me now."
"Not unless you kill me first. It'll be a lovers' murder-suicide," Tadashi replies, tipping his back to get more of a breeze. It fails.
Thoughts of shaving his head bald and jumping in an ice cold pool flood his mind, and for a moment, he loses himself in the fantasy of instant relief. As if the world hears him, something cool meets his head; he moans aloud.
"Whatever will I do with you?" Kei teases.
Tadashi's face flushes as his eyes snap open. Kei smirks down, but the cold water bottle blocks the rest of his view.
"You're complaining that I, what, made noise?"
Kei scoots next to him, body heat radiating. "Not just a noise, and no, not a complaint."
The dinky fan continues to blow, airflow getting weaker with another body present. The thought of pushing Kei out of the way crosses Tadashi's mind. Kei beats him to it, shoving him just enough to land on his side. When he snaps his head over to glare, he notices Kei's smirk growing.
"You are evil incarnate. It's a wonder you don't scare off everyone at your job," he says, no real bite behind his statement.
Kei shrugs, unbothered.
Beads of sweat collect along his forehead, visible for the first time since high school. Tadashi's eyes trace the paths of the sweat as it falls, down the side of Kei's face, all the way to his neck. As they travel down past his collarbone,Tadashi swallows his spit. His gaze focuses for too long on the damp expanse of Kei's chest. A wandering thought of licking each inch of bare skin whispers his mind, and he silently thanks his boyfriend for letting his shirt hang open and unbuttoned. Instead, Tadashi pulls the bottle out of Kei's hand to swipe a drink.
"You're staring."
Tadashi flits his eyes back up to Kei's, amber to gold, ensnared expression to a smug one. His usual embarrassment of having been caught staring dies in the humidity before it has a chance to fester. Impulse snaps into his brain, bypassing his usual filters. In his momentary pause, Kei snatches the water back, crinkling plastic breaking Tadashi's trance.
Tadashi forces himself to respond, "and you're sweating, like a lot."
Unamused, Kei glares at him. "It's 35 degrees, and our AC is still broken. What am I supposed to do?"
Stray droplets dribble down the corners of his mouth, beckoning Tadashi. All rationality falters, gone with the sticky air. In his haze, he leans forward, tracing a finger along the water's path, wondering when it changed from cold to lukewarm. Curiosity burns in him, worsening as he touches Kei.
It's the heat, he tells himself. Kei, mischievous as always, takes hold of his wrist as he tries to draw away.
"What are you doing?"
As if Kei doesn't know.
"Huh?"
"What are you doing," Kei repeats, head tilted and face unreadable.
Even after knowing one another for decades, Kei upholds lines they dare not cross, and on any normal day, Tadashi follows without contention.
The sweltering temperature of their apartment singes all of his thoughts, replaced entirely by urges to bite Kei's chest until it blooms red, red, red. His teeth catch the inside of his cheek; his eyes flitters away. Unexpectedly, Kei uses his other hand to prod at Tadashi's mouth, bullying a thumb past his lips.
"Hey, stop," Tadashi says, batting Kei away.
Unmoved, he pushes further inside, and Tadashi's hot breath glides along a calloused thumb. His tongue grazes a trimmed nail as the rest of the room fades away, gone with Kei's press. Up close, Tadashi notices just how much sweat there is for him, salt dancing on his tastebuds at the mere thought. Skin, sweat, Kei; those three words ring in his ears like a bell and drown out the rest of the world.
"You look like you want to ask me something."
He answers without hesitation, words muffled by the finger in his mouth, "can I lick you?"
Kei pulls back, dumbfounded, and Tadashi whines at the loss.
"What?"
"Lick you, you know. As in with my tongue?"
"I know what licking means," Kei says, blush creeping up his cheeks.
"So? Can I?"
Sheepish, Kei slips his shirt off his shoulders, sleeves pooling down by the wrists. Tadashi moves away from the fan without bothering to adjust it, muggy air in full effect as he clambers onto Kei's lap. As soon as they make eye contact, tension suffocates them into stillness.
He requests, he moves.
Embarrassment pricks at his face, and he burns hotter with Kei's eyes dialed in on him.
Tadashi regrets asking.
Kei doesn't let him. Gold hair splays out from under his boyfriend as he falls back onto the wooden floor. The glint in his eyes invites Tadashi, asks him why he pauses, as if this situation is routine. Pushing through embarrassment, he ducks his head to nose the underside of Kei's jaw. The scent that accumulates there entices him, commands him to crawl under Kei's skin and build a home in the layers.
It's the heat, the heat, he convinces himself again.
He presses his tongue flat against the column of Kei's throat and moans as salt catches on his tastebuds. In an instant, the feeling of 'not enough' sinks into his brain. His gums itch and his teeth ache to bite into the plush flesh, to see marks scattered across such easily bruised skin. His incisors only begin to graze Kei's collarbone when the noise pouring out of Kei's mouth stops Tadashi dead in his tracks. Kei's blush deepens as they hold each other's stare.
Half-lidded and breath stolen out of his lungs, Kei gazes down with an equal frenzy, goading Tadashi, begging him to continue.
He sinks his teeth into Kei's neck and hollows his cheeks, swallowing all the saliva that wells. Each slow cry Kei relinquishes drives Tadashi further into fever, lighting up each nerve. He needs more, more, more — more of this searing heat, more drawn out moans, anything to drown his brain in this feeling. The humid air and lack of space multiplies the sweat between their bodies, dripping off him and landing onto Kei.
The thought alone sends a shameful twitch to his cock.
Kei pulls an arm over his eyes, obscuring his face, but Tadashi knows, well aware of how pleasure breaks through Kei's expression as his body writhes. Catching his breath, he sits up, hands roaming Kei's chest; every muscle pulls taut, Kei's back bowing from caresses. Tadashi's hands roam up to his shoulders, to the wiry hair of his armpits, and he can't help himself. He dives, shoving his nose there. Each inhalation sends him to heaven.
The heat makes quick work of Kei's scent, musk and sweat seeping into Tadashi's senses, familiarity in the experience. He's too enraptured to separate out each note; instead, it all combines into Kei's rich fragrance. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he takes in breath after breath.
If he etches this into his memory, he can write all of this as some fever dream, swept up in the heatwave and stuffed between all the things they never talk about.
"I-I can feel you," Kei groans, words dragged out of him.
"What?"
"You know what I mean—"
Tadashi scowls, pressing himself deeper into the muscle and inhaling.
"A-as in your dick, it's on me," Kei says, words clipped by gasps.
That statement startles Tadashi out of his reverie, eyes flashing up in shock. Slowly, Kei peeks out from under his arm so they can share a look. Tadashi's gaze flickers down, catching right where his blood-fat cock pushes up against Kei's, equally as hard. Instead of pulling away, he grinds forward, moans escaping their throats in tandem.
"Fuck," Kei whines, canting his hips up. From this position, Tadashi's body lights white-hot.
The sound hits his ears, divinity in its reverberation, and he repeats the motion. If he felt far gone earlier, this pushes Tadashi past being untethered. Unbound to filters, acceptable behavior evaporates in the humidity, absorbed into the ether. He presses his face deeper into Kei's armpit as he rolls his hips down onto Kei.
"Tsukki, you smell so good. I-I always knew you would."
"Shut up, please."
Without thought, his tongue maneuvers through the wiry hair, careful to press further and further until he meets skin. Over and over, he licks the length of the muscle as he grinds his hips down onto Kei's; he burns through each whiff, through each lap of the tongue. Underneath him, Kei melts into the floor, moans climbing higher and higher to reach a fever pitch. Neither of them care that the balcony door is open nor the fact that their apartment is only on the second floor.
In his delirium, Tadashi nearly misses Kei's pleas.
"More, more, more, Tadashi, come on—"
In his lapse of movement, Kei's hands pull down at their shorts, and Tadashi lifts himself just enough for their erections to hit the blazing air. The feel of Kei's bare cock against his sets him fire, pushes him to the edge quicker than he anticipates. Time constricts his world and his ability to understand any moment beyond licking into the glorious skin.
Each drag deserves savoring. He wants to dive off the edge in an instant.
Ribbons of pre-cum make each slide of their cocks too smooth, too easy. Kei's large hand grasps at both of them, squeezing each centimeter of their lengths together. The heat, the constriction, the sounds; all his senses work in tandem to propel him into overdrive. He feels breakable, delicate in Kei's hold. Ceaseless, he fucks into Kei's fist, mouth hung open with electricity coursing through each synapse.
Forgoing warnings, Kei shoves him off, and every bit of pressure leaves his body. He stares bewildered at his boyfriend, confused at the sudden space. Why the sudden rationality — what changed?
Before he can indulge his paranoia, Tadashi lands on his back, blond hair tickling his cheeks and taking over his field of vision. A sob trickles out of his mouth as Kei bites into his shoulder, blunt canines searing his skin and traveling all the way down his chest, to the pit of his stomach. Bite marks bloom red and leave him scorching all over.
"Tsukki?"
"Shut up," Kei hisses, teeth sinking into his hip bones.
Tadashi's fingers tangle in Kei's hair, signaling him to come up. Kei refuses; instead, he licks a long, hot stripe on the underside of Tadashi's dick.
"I'm already so, so clo—"
Kei ignores him and gently pulls back Tadashi's foreskin to expose his sensitive head before swallowing him whole.
The wet heat enveloping him sends shocks down his spine, and tears form at the corner of his eyes. When he brushes the back of Kei's tight throat, his heart threatens to jump out of his chest. He can't remember ow he ended up here. Doesn't want to ask any more questions.
Instead of thinking, he thrusts his hips up to chase Kei's mouth; Kei responds in turn, pulling off all the way before sinking back down.
Tadashi's back arches deeper through each pass into Kei's mouth, his body twitching under each wave of pleasure. Every part of him melts, under the scorching heat, under Kei's moans that reverberate up his spine, under his tear-blurred vision and his blazing skin. Static spreads up to his ears, every noise and breath fuzzy even as they pour out of his mouth in uncontrollable measures.
Kei's soft hair in his hands anchor him, and at once, he feels out of body and more sensation than he can ever remember. His nerves and brain swirl together in a mess of overwhelm and need, lost entirely in the feeling.
Before he even realizes, he's pumping cum down Kei's throat. Embarrassment shocks him still for a moment, until he glances down and catches Kei's gold eyes fixed up while he continues to hollow his cheeks. Tadashi's brain washes white at the sight, coming back only when he tips into overstimulation. He pushes Kei off, too mindless to put any real strength into it.
"Y-you need to cum too," he manages to say, still breathless. "Use my mouth?"
Kei stills, pausing at the unexpected suggestion. Grinning, Tadashi caresses Kei's cheek, gently coaxing him up, and he obeys. They stare at one another, face to face, and he basks at Kei's beauty in the afternoon light. In an instant, they press chaste kisses to one another, unable to contain themselves. Tadashi's taste lingers as Kei licks into his pliant mouth, but he doesn't allow them to stay in this position long. He taps at Kei's sides as he pulls back. Even with a vague signal, Kei understands, knows intrinsically what Tadashi means.
He slides himself up, legs on either side of Tadashi's rib cage, tip of his cock grazing Tadashi's kiss-reddened lips. When Kei slips into his mouth, Tadashi moans at the weight on his tongue, one that reaches all the way down to his throat.
His blunt fingernails rake over Kei's thighs, dull scratches leaving thin, blushing trails along pale skin, and the resulting shivers in Kei's body travel all up way up through Tadashi's teeth.
Kei's grips into his hair, stretching his neck into the perfect position, finally able to accommodate every centimeter of his hard cock. Tadashi's heart picks up in tempo, beating in double time the deeper Kei fucks into his mouth. Every thought fizzles out until the only thing he can think is Tsukki, Kei, Kei. His smell, his taste has Tadashi's dick hard all over again. His body needs more, craves more. His hips move to chase a nonexistent friction, heat bubbling up through each thrust in his mouth.
Without hesitation, Kei reaches his hand back, lithe fingers brushing along Tadashi's cockhead. Each featherlight touch sharpens his mind, spear flying through his brain and landing on the inevitability of a second climax.
Even through layers and layers of sensation, he focuses on Kei's silky skin under his palms and down his throat, head in cloud nine from have his mouth be used. Tadashi feels high on Kei's pleasure alone. He flies even higher as his nose crushes into Kei's pubes, tear pricking his eyes at how full he feels. His senses floods with Kei's natural musk, ambrosian and salty to satiate Tadashi's appetite.
Whatever rhythm Kei began with falters. Each thrust turns sloppier as his whines climb up in pitch and fill the room. Knowing, feeling how close he is engulfs Tadashi's brain, jaw relaxing and throat tightening to push his boyfriend to the edge if even for a moment. The phantom touches accompanying the flavor ascend Tadashi to heaven, a second orgasm crashing into his body as Kei's cum fills his throat.
His eyes roll to the back of his as the salty, bitter tang fills his mouth, and his head swims. He swallows wave after wave, savoring Kei's taste and musk, face squeezed against Kei's pubes.
When Kei rips his hands away, Tadashi holds his head steady and lolls his tongue out pass his lips. Kei smirks, gripping Tadashi face to examine him, reward contained in the pride swelling in the space between them and the thumb brushing along his lips.
He's two orgasms deep but Kei's scent alone can push him to a third, fourth, countless, refractory period be damned. The fan blows, air just shy of his body. The heat continues to suffocate them as Tadashi's head gently meets the floor. He pays it no mind, for it's a small price that allows him to float in the endorphin-filled headspace. Strands of his head stick to his forehead; the hardwood under his head mirrors their body heat, flowing back into him.
At a snail's pace Kei re-adjusts and drapes himself on top of Tadashi, the apartment temperature still rising.
"Good?" Tadashi says, voice hoarse.
Kei nods and presses himself closer. "Yeah, yeah, really good," Kei replies.
Tangled in the humidity, sleep wraps their bodies together.
Tadashi's mind meanders, wondering if there's more heatwaves this month and if the possibility of today's event repeat in their near future. His thoughts ebb as their eyelids flutter shut in unison, steady heartbeats lulling them into a sticky sleep.