Hot Summer Days

AFF-Disclaimer: ES21 belongs to Shueisha, Reiichiro Inagaki and Murata Yuusuke.

Hiruma looked up from his laptop when he heard somebody entering the flat that he currently occupied. Well, it was more a one-room accommodation with an entrance and a small kitchen that Musashi lived in above his parents' house than a flat. Since it was a very small room, they didn't have any air-condition but only an electric fan that was on full force. Musashi had told him to turn it off during the day to prevent it from overheating, but since Hiruma wasn't going anywhere soon, he had left it on. Yes, it was a very hot day in Tokyo's summer. Again.

The fridge opened and was closed again, then Musashi finally appeared next to him in the main room and flopped down on the ground, turning on the TV set. He had taken off his bandana, still dressed in his work-clothes though, that were drenched with sweat, his tanned skin glistening. If it had been any other person, Hiruma would have crinkled his nose in disgust, but since this was Musashi, normal rules just did not apply. Thus, his smell alone made Hiruma's skin tingle in anticipation, wanting to jump him immediately.

"Too hot outside. We delayed the construction until later," Musashi mumbled around his vanilla cone, not sparing Hiruma one look. The blond though wasn't able to take off his eyes. He knew it wasn't like the other did it on purpose, but the way he ate his ice-cream was - to put it mildly - x-rated. He licked it quickly from the waffle upwards, suckling at the tip as the ice-cream melted dangerously fast. Some had already dribbled over his hand and was sticking to it dangerously. Once in a while Musashi cleaned his hand by licking the melted ice-cream away, holding the cone in the other hand where it melted even quicker.

Hiruma tried to pry his gaze away from the other's face to concentrate back on what he had been doing before, but that was really hard to do because of the pheromones and everything that Musashi emanated. It all made Hiruma's head go dizzy; so much that he was not able to distinguish one word from the other on his screen anymore.

"Ah! Damn it," Musashi cursed as the ice-cream melted too fast and dripped over his hand down his arm onto his shirt. He quickly lapped up the liquid from his arm and some of the cone as well, but his shirt was ruined. Thus, he took it off with one fluid movement, throwing it somewhere onto a pile with dirty laundry.

After that, he wanted to continue eating his ice-cream, but Hiruma had snatched the cone out of his hand and dumped it unceremoniously onto his chest, smearing the remains all over Musashi's torso. The older looking one stared down at his chest, bedazzled, then looked up into Hiruma's face.

"What the hell are you doing?" the older-looking boy growled, very unhappy that he was deprived of his ice-cream on such a hot day.

"Shut the fuck up, fucking old man," Hiruma growled back as he straddled the bigger one's lap. "Your fucking pheromones are all over the fucking place, it's a miracle that nobody kidnapped you on your way here to have their way with you. I'd fucking have."

With that he pinched Musashi's nipples hard, just to lap over them afterwards; eating up the ice-cream that he had spread there. The other winced, then gasped and tried half-heartedly to push Hiruma away.

"Get off of me, I'm sticky and I smell. I need a shower," he growled, evading a kiss from the other, just to give in half a second later.

"Yeah, you do," Hiruma admitted, but had kneeled down already, working on Musashi's belt and zipper. Skilled fingers from a lot of practice quickly freed the other's penis from its confines, rubbing the sweaty and smelling piece of meat up and down for a few times. He then pulled back the foreskin, smelled deeply before he wrinkled his nose a little, but licked all the way over the sensitive head.

Musashi made a face as well, since he knew that this wasn't the tastiest thing to do in the world. But obviously Hiruma had one of his strange phases if he wanted to do something like this. He inhaled sharply as the blond's hot tongue touched his awakening erection, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to ravel in the pure sensation of this amazing blow-job, born out of pure horniness. Hiruma's hand on him, his tongue and the way that he knew his sensitive spots and the way he liked it best by heart, everything was just perfect. He would not have wanted it any other way.

"Oh shit," he breathed, head thrown back against the back of the sofa, "it's too fucking hot to be doing this..."

"Mhm," Hiruma mumbled around his dick, not slowing down his rhythm at all. Instead, he nestled open his own pants, pushing his hand inside, rubbing himself while he still gave Musashi one hell of a blow-job.

Unfortunately Musashi did not see much of it as he was more caught up in the treatment that he got. He didn't even notice when Hiruma switched his hand to his backside. "Shit, do you want me to come before-"

"Shut up, fucking old man, I know what I'm doing," Hiruma ground out between gritted teeth, working impatiently on widening himself, not doing it as well as Musashi would have done it, thus he didn't get very far. He cursed with a lot of colorful words but gave up after a few fruitless attempts.

"...Want me to- ugh" Musashi started, but Hiruma had already adjusted his position on his lap, so that he was able to squeeze their erections together. The contact was too much for the both of them though and Musashi collapsed back onto the tatami while Hiruma fell forward, just so supporting himself on his left hand.

"Fuck..." he gasped and squeezed again. Musashi groaned, his hands seeking out for Hiruma's narrow hips that moved back and forth as Hiruma thrust into his hand, rubbing his slim, long self against Musashi's much larger erection. The blond's zipper bit into his skin, hurting them both a bit, but that didn't stop Hiruma from moving. Instead, his movements quickened and the pressure increased until it was almost unbearable, just raw animal instinct.

The worst part about it thought was the sweat that was covering him up whole, dripping from his brows into his eyes. Musashi used the closest piece of cloth to dry his eyes so that he was able to look up at Hiruma. The blond was incredibly sexy with his black shirt clinging to his skin, the black pants open just wide enough so that he had enough freedom for his cock, which was also glistening from sweat, spit and precum.

"Shit," the part-time carpenter cursed, squeezing his eyes shut as the vision alone almost made him come. But Hiruma riding him, rubbing himself on him was almost an overload of sensual reception for him. So he needed a moment to concentrate on just feeling Hiruma against him, but when he did it didn't take him long to reach his climax.

Hiruma, who had already been painfully hard when he started himself rubbing against the bigger one, came a few heartbeats before him, and thus he squeezed Musashi tighter as his cum splashed all over the taller one's chest. He just so managed not to fall down into the combined cum of them both when he collapsed down on the bigger one.

"Fuck."

"...Right," Musashi agreed.

"Too fucking hot here," Hiruma mumbled, feeling comfortably spent. And now that he worked out the effect that Musashi's pheromones where having on him, he agreed that the other should take a shower.

"Yeah... Want to share the shower? Cold one," Musashi offered, absentmindedly stroking the blond's back.

"Mhm... Cold sounds good," Hiruma mumbled.

"Fine. Just let me get a new pair of pants..."

Watching as Musashi pushed himself up on his feet, Hiruma decided that he liked Tokyo's hot summers more than he had thought.