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The fan is making a whirring noise as it slowly rotates from an angle to another, pushing small waves of lukewarm air over their bodies. Summer is seeping through their bones, weary and sweaty. Carlos doesn’t even look that hot. Must be the gummies that make him melt. Jannik, on the other end, doesn’t take the heat in such a breeze.
“Take your shirt off.” Carlos suggests and likes the way Jannik blushes to the tip of his ears, and that he still complies.
Jannik closes his eyes and lets his head fall back into the couch.
“Better?” Carlos asks, from the other end of the couch.
Jannik hums, tired, pliant.
Now that he thinks about it, inviting Jannik to come to Murcia at the hottest time of the year might not have been the soundest idea.
“Why do you still look so hot when it’s, what? over 40?” Jannik distantly asks, letting a leg fall to the side. He’s frowning, but it makes him look pleading. Carlos finds him hot, gut coiling with the first trails of desire.
They’ve been somewhat together for a while now, and Carlos starts understanding him better than they both expected when they first started fucking around. Jannik makes a small noise that goes straight to Carlos’ cock.
“You good Gianni?”
With his socked foot, he pulls Jannik’s leg completely to the side. Carlos grins. Jannik is blushing and half hard in his underwear.
Jannik offers him the beautiful smile of a man who knows he’s as powerful as his opponent.
“You know I’m more sensitive when it’s hotter.” He offers. He doesn’t sound sorry about it; simply stating a fact. He actually slides even more into the couch, liquid.
They’re still wearing their socks from the morning cold on the kitchen tiles. They’re really stupid.
But it’s also stupidly hot when Jannik’s foot grazes at his boxers.
“Feeling good, yeah.” Jannik replies, out of sync, toes following the length of Carlos’ stirring cock, the heel of it pressing into its base.
Carlos exhales, leaning into the couch further. He likes it, prefers the sucked in breath Jannik offers him when he presses his own feet over Janik’s briefs.
They haven't even put music on yet. They had a bite, some bitter coffee, and simply transferred from the bedroom to the couch. Carlos likes Jannik in summer. He’s not used to the heat, it makes him horny, much more pliant than his usual bite. Don’t get him wrong, he loves every side Jannik trusts him with, but he does love the endless libido Jannik gets when he should be more worried about a sunstroke.
He’s fully hard under Carlos’ ministrations. Carlos strokes him with his foot and Jannik bucks into the touch. His hands have disappeared under his shirt, fingers pinching at his own nipples.
Carlos likes that. Morning sex. Good morning foreplay. The joy of hearing Jannik moan so carefree.
The thing is, Carlos gets worked up too. Horny. Happy. Delirious with love. He loves the way Jannik squirms, how he’s also making Carlos leak into his boxers.
“Come on.” Jannik asks. Doesn’t even have to. Carlos gets him—they share the same hunger.
He climbs over Jannik’s lap, breath hitching as Jannik presses into him, making a small sound as he pushes his cock into Jannik’s. It feels too hot, Carlos is already sweating despite having barely moved, and Jannik already looks fucked out.
Carlos isn’t gonna last long.
Jannik worms his hands between them, shucking their underwear just enough for their tips to be exposed. Carlos pushes the head of his cock against Jannik’s and hisses at the feeling, entranced with how pink he looks down there.
They could untangle for a second and go get the lube, but they can’t stop touching each other. They rut, sighing into each other’s mouths, Carlos sucking on Janik’s bottom lip as he pushes into him.
Carlos feels molten, his whole body taken with the warmth and pleasure he’s feeling. Licking the budding sweat down Jannik’s throat, he feels so happy. Jannik sucks at the tender spot behind Carlos’ ear and it has him moaning, stuttering his hips into Jannik’s.
He loves him so much.
He pushes his blunt nails into Jannik’s sides, holding him closer, more possessive.
His.
Jannik comes with a faint moan, almost like a surprise, and then he blooms into the most beautiful smile. This gets Carlos leaking, pumping the head of his cock over Jannik’s briefs, pushing it into Jannik’s.
It doesn’t take him long. He hiccups, pushing out moans following in tow before he spurts over Jannik’s stomach, Carlos’ seed over the cream of Jannik’s stomach.
Carlos breathes out, and then back in, slow and deep. Jannik is laughing.
“Sex demons.” He says with a grin. “Each summer it’s like that, no? We should know by now.”
Carlos laughs as well.
“The socks—” Carlos lets the word float between them and Jannik isn’t bothered by it.
“You look good with them on. Pornstar.”
Carlos raises an eyebrow and Jannik laughs some more.
“Would you fuck me with them?” Jannik asks, but this time, the flush extends to his whole face.”
“Oh you like them.” Carlos laughs. He leans into Jannik’s space, kissing him slowly, pressing into him despite fully knowing he’s gonna be sticky with cum after that. “I’ll wear them whenever you want.” He promises.
Jannik laughs too, airy and giddy, like he does when Carlos makes him feel horny and he wasn’t expecting it. He loves that laugh of his, one of his favorites.
“Let’s say we shower, and then we go by the sea to have a swim.” Jannik starts. “Then we go to the cove beach so I can fuck you.”
“Will I be your creature of the sea?” Carlos asks.
“My merman.” Jannik answers.
“Show me how well a human could treat me.” Carlos says with gravitas, but the smile creeps up either way and Jannik laughs.
“I’ll make you want to live on the surface.”
They unglue from each other, scrunching their faces at the feeling of sweat and sticky cum.
Jannik takes the lead, taking them to the bathroom.
“Can I also take you to my realm and fuck you with my fish cock?”
Jannik bursts out laughing and Carlos hides his grin as he works the kinks of the shower. Hot enough, just the amount of pressure Gianni likes.
“Your fish cock.” Jannik says.
“Well you were the one who mentioned a merman. I’m simply stating facts.”
“Facts.” Jannik gets into the shower and wets his hair. Carlos washes himself, staring at the column of Jannik’s neck. His boyfriend wipes the water off of his face and looks at Carlos. “What is your evidence on that?”
Carlos barks out a laugh.
“Man, the internet?”
Jannik follows in tow, his laugh high pitched and unbridled.
“Well, if the internet says so.” A pause. “It also said you were an alpha.”
Carlos sputters.
“Well, don’t I provide?”
They can’t stop laughing, Carlos pressing kisses to Jannik’s throat as he leans to get a specific soap.
If you were to ask Carlos, this is his favorite kind of morning.
“Sure, my alpha. Can you go on a hunt later and bring me tomatoes for tonight?”
Carlos nods, kissing the edge of Jannik’s jaw.
“Sure thing.”
“Good pet.” Jannik tells him warmly, and Carlos’ grin gets even wider.
His favorite kind of boyfriend too.