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“Why is it so fucking hot?”
Osamu Miya was lying on the wooden floor of his flat in Hyōgo, sweating excessively. The balcony doors were wide open but no breeze came to tickle the wind chimes they had mounted at the threshold. To make matters worse, their humble neighborhood had a temporary power shortage so there was no AC or fans to rely on. The season: summer - the time when Suna Rintarō had a few rest days before diving head-first into an influx of training sessions to prepare him for the upcoming matches and to ensure his physique was maintained during vacation periods. The temperature: 33°C - exceptionally hot for their usually cool climate. Poor Osamu had counted down the days and nights until Rintarō finally returned to their shared home in the countryside but the weather was an unbearable obstacle that hindered the restaurant owner from expressing his love and gratitude.
Beside him, Rintarō was lying on his belly while he scrolled through TikTok. They love doing nothing and bask in each other’s company during their dog days. Streams of sweat trickled down Rintarō’s impassive face and landed on the same wooden floor that Osamu lay on as the latter let out another exasperated cry:
“Why can't we just travel to somewhere cool to avoid summer?”, his heavy accent mingled with his expressive intonations emphasized his irritation.
Rintarō is no stranger to Osamu’s dissatisfaction. Contrasting other’s opinions of Osamu, the twin is actually pretty vocal when upset. He’s straightforward and outspoken, a bit like his twin brother, Atsumu Miya, and with an external push like the scorching weather, he would complain in an identical tone to the faux blonde. Whenever Osamu lets his familial traits slip like this, Rintarō would always silently agree that: the apple never falls far from the tree.
“Because, sweetheart, you still have to work and it would cost us a fortune” Rintarō placed extravagant stress on the endearment to further agitate Osamu. Osamu isn't a huge fan of honey-laced words, especially since his romantic relationship with the fox-eyed man sprouted from a long-term friendship. Thus no matter how far into their relationship, the urge to tease one another and cringe at smooth talks was too overpowering. However, Osamu would be lying if he said he hated to hear Rintarō's sweet nothings. Not only is Rintarō attractive appearance-wise but his voice is exceptionally charming to the point that his mumbles send goosebumps to Osamu's arms and butterflies to the pit of his tummy.
As much as Osamu hates to admit, Rintarō did have a point. Osamu had entrusted his employees with store management during the few days Rintarō was in Hyōgo but after that, he’ll have to return to the grills and cookers again. Plus, living in a sleepy town means you’ll make small bucks, hence Osamu’s apartment size. Rintarō was still a rookie at volleyball so he barely made ends meet and on top of that, the athlete had to pay for his own rent in Tokyo so money was a head-throbbing issue for the pair in their early 20s. Staying home during Rintarō’s rest days is a realistic and economic choice so they’d rarely do anything above and beyond their norm.
“I fucking hate the weather today” Exclaimed Osamu for the twentieth time. He was getting annoyed and desperate to cool down. He finally hooked an arm under his tee and got rid of the fabric, exposing his soft stomach with faded abs lines and his pecs. Osamu swiftly pressed his back firmly against the cool floor and tilted his head back in an unintentionally suggestive manner. He was drenched but he can't shower ten times a day, right? The water bill would be out of hand and it would hardly satisfy him.
At this sight, Rintarō whistled: “Wow, you’re putting on quite a show”. Little beads of sweat ran down Osamu’s chest before disappearing into his shorts. Osamu’s hair was disheveled, some strands were sticking to his forehead while others were all over the place due to his constant movement. His cheeks were flushed from the heatwave and partially from Rintarō’s unyielding stare. “Not in the mood for it Rin”, Osamu grunted as he saw how sharp Rintarō’s gaze was and how it lingered on Osamu’s naked torso.
“Fine fine, it’s too hot” Rintarō admitted defeatedly but he rested his head on Osamu’s tummy anyways.
Osamu entangled his fingers in Rintarō’s damped hair and muttered a “Get off of me” that contained no bite. Even without practicing as much as his boyfriend does, Osamu still had enough strength in him to push Rintarō off his body at any given time but he lay there obediently as Rintarō curled up on him. The annoyance slowly but surely faded from Osamu's face as time went on and before he knew it, he had already been indulging in Rintarō's warmth of 36°C.
Rintarō ignored the brunette’s mumbled protests and continued to mindlessly look through his social media. Their relaxed breathing and the music emanating from Rintarō’s phone mingled to create a cozy and familiar ambiance. Even the usually irritating cicadas singing outside seemingly harmonized with their domestic symphony today.
As Osamu closed his eyes in an attempt to nap, he felt Rintarō’s hand made its way from his stomach to his chest until it stopped right at his nipple.
“Rin” Although Osamu said one simple word, his tone made the other man shudder.
“How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when my delicious and sexy boyfriend is shirtless right here”. To end his sentence, Rintarō playfully jabbed Osamu’s nipple and proceeded to fondle his chest.
“I just want to touch you a bit, nothing more” Rintarō looked up through his lashes and smirked at Osamu, who was currently biting back a moan.
Rintarō continued looking at his phone while his other hand touched Osamu at an agonizing pace. He was being truthful when he said he just wanted to touch his boyfriend. But after a while of enduring Rintarō’s slow provocative touches, Osamu sat up as Rintarō rolled onto his boyfriend’s thighs, oh those thick and juicy thighs.
Rintarō turned off his phone and looked at Osamu with a confused and borderline annoyed expression at being disturbed from his comfortable position. However, his mouth curved into a beautiful, sly grin when he saw Osamu's lustful eyes: “What’s the matter ‘Samu?”
“Ya gotta stop teasing me like this. It’s killing me” Osamu whined as he gazed down at Rintarō whose head rested so perfectly on his lap. Rintarō’s eyes were fixed on Osamu’s lips without any indication that he’d make any more advances.
“My bad. I didn't know you were this turned on from my innocent touches” Osamu hissed as Rintarō palmed his hard. Fun fact: Rintarō's intentions are never pure. Irrespective of it being a trivial matter like turning a blind eye to the Miya twins' playing truant or partaking in one of those strenuous interviews that people rarely watch, Rintarō always manages to have something up his sleeve. Hence, even Rintarō's partner (a.k.a Osamu) has a hard time believing the fox-eyed's self-proclaimed pure intentions.
As Rintarō’s hand marked the outline on Osamu’s shorts, Osamu bucked his hips in a feeble attempt to gain more friction. Unsatisfied with his efforts, Osamu said in a raspy and unsteady voice:
“Blow me”.
Rintarō’s eyes sparkled with delight as he licked his lips. He stopped touching Osamu and sat up straight at the command. “I thought you’d never ask”.
In one swift motion, Osamu took off his shorts and boxers and sat on a chair to spread wide for Rintarō. He remembered to give Rintarō a flat cushion to kneel on so his knees wouldn't be irritated. After all, an athlete's knees deserve extra care. Gladly accepting the cushion, Rintarō positioned himself between Osamu’s legs and kissed his boyfriend’s warm skin. The mark that he left on Osamu’s left thigh last night was still fresh so he suckled on the upper part of the brunette's thigh to create a new one.
Osamu’s whimpered in desperation as Rintarō concentratedly bite and lick everything but his dick. He locked his fingers and yanked Rintarō’s hair after he felt a third hickey forming. HIs force didn't stop until the black-haired was at eye level with his cock. “Not there. I want you right here baby”.
Rintarō’s wet lips parted to say something but before the words could even form, Osamu pounded his dick to the opening of Rintarō’s mouth. “Don't waste my time Rin” Rintarō shuddered at Osamu’s commanding tone and docilely licked the head of Osamu’s dick, which was overspilling with pre-cum.
The saltiness and slight bitterness of Osamu’s slick did little to discourage Rintarō, instead, he gulped every drop of pre-cum down like a starved man.
“That’s right Rin. Just like that”
Rintarō hummed softly as his tongue traced the bulging veins of Osamu’s hard. His cock is so veiny and thick compared to his own one but he loved every inch of Osamu. Rintarō’s lips worked at ease with Osamu’s length and width and finally, after teasing the latter for so long, Rintarō took in all of Osamu. Osamu let out a moan when Rintarō’s mouth sucked in him while Rintarō’s tongue tickled the underside of his dick.
“F-fuck Rin”
Rintarō started moving his mouth, making sure that Osamu’s dick hit his cheeks whenever he was deep inside Rintarō. He knew that Osamu was sensitive down there so he took full advantage of that fact. As the brunette crumbled under Rintarō’s blowjob, letting out gasps and twitching every now and then, Rintarō picked up the pace and palmed himself through his briefs.
Osamu’s thighs closed on Rintarō’s head as his hand came up to his lips. Osamu was licking and sucking on his own fingers, riding out his high.
“S-shit Rin. Gonna cum. Gonna cum”
Osamu’s voice was trembling which meant that he was having a hard time controlling himself. As much as Rintarō wanted to edge him on, the black-haired released Osamu’s dick and started to use his hands. The snap of his wrists became faster and faster before it was all erratic.
“Cum for me ‘Samu”
Oh god. The way Rintarō’s hand moved, the way he purred out Osamu’s name, the way he looked straight at Osamu’s lewd face with half-lidded eyes, and the way his saliva seeped from those smug lips were too overwhelming. Osamu came hard, the thick and hot liquid splattering all over Rintarō's hand and face.
Seeing how Osamu’s face contorted in pleasure and how his body twitched during his release made Rintarō close to his own climax. “Fuckkk” He grunted as he pulled his cock from his briefs and gave himself a handjob. Rintarō shut his eyes as he crept upon his release just as Osamu grabbed his neck and latched his mouth onto Rintarō's.
Rintarō moaned loudly as he spilled. His own cum tainted Osamu’s bare chest as they melted into a passionate kiss. Rintarō was losing himself from his release but Osamu had regained himself and initiated the whole make-out session. The brunette, sucked on Rintarō’s tongue as he fondled his boyfriend’s soft dick. Rintarō just came, meaning he was extra sensitive so Osamu wasted no time in overstimulating Rintarō. The rough pad on Osamu’s thumb made contact with Rintarō’s flushed cock head and the latter broke from the kiss to rest on Osamu’s shoulder.
“What is it Rin? Is there a problem?” Osamu’s words were so innocent but the way he whispered them into Rintarō’s ear was intoxicating and sinful.
Rintarō was a mess, he blabbered nonsense and couldn't answer Osamu’s question.
“Oh baby, you love it when I touch you here right?”
Osamu continued running his finger over Rintarō’s dick, which was starting to become harder as Rintarō sobbed in delight.
“Or would you like it more if I touched you…here” Osamu massaged the outside of Rintarō’s hole. His actions were gentle and relaxed but Rintarō’s was squeamish.
Osamu licked his fingers and slowly pushed them inside Rintarō. Rintarō took him with ease but his insides were as hot as always. Maybe it was more than 36 degrees Celcius. Rintarō gripped Osamu’s shoulder for support as Osamu’s fingers dug their way into Rintarō, finding his pleasure spot.
As the skilled boyfriend he is, Osamu found Rintarō’s prostate and began penetrating it with his thick fingers.
“Can you come again for me Rin?”
Rintarō, who was hard yet again, nodded feverishly against Osamu’s shoulder. “P-please”
Osamu started picking up the pace with his fingers as Rintarō’s hand moved along the brunette's own hard. Osamu knew that Rintarō was so close but he just needed one more push to send Rinatarō over the edge. And Osamu knew exactly what that final push was:
“S-samu!” Osamu applied pressure to the tiny space between Rintarō’s balls and instantaneously, Rintarō came undone all over Osamu’s hands.
It was a very hot day indeed. Rintarō was flushed to the tip of his ears while Osamu’s brunette hair stuck to his forehead. Osamu’s lips were slightly swollen while Rintarō’s were parted as if he was gasping for air. The power outage in the 33 degrees weather had led the couple to a restless afternoon but the 36 degrees of their bodies kept their minds off of the external heat.