". . .well I'm glad someone is enjoying this." Shiro said wryly, mopping sweat off his face as he closed the door behind himself; it had been broiling outside for days, but it was not actually any cooler inside the apartment.

Yonekuni moaned, stretching in a languid, powerful motion and watching Shiro from beneath his lashes; despite the way he was lounging all but bonelessly across the couch, he was very definitely not sleepy, it was clear.

Shiro swallowed, feeling another curl of heat, this one blooming from deep inside himself; Yonekuni lifted one hand, beckoning, and he went to his mate, thoughtless and eager, forgetting the misery of the heat wave.