Angelos 'Heatwave' Series - #9
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veiledndarknessMatt/Hana - Bittersweet Symphony
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Matt let out a low yawn, his hand moving over Hana's smooth shoulder, their bodies curled together on the couch. Hana blinked sleepily, his blue eyes peering around the room for a moment. He closed them, rubbing his cheek along Matt's chest, the hot air thick and oppressive in the apartment. Matt felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, his shirt sticking to his skin uncomfortably. Despite the soaring temperatures, he had steadfastly refused to remove his shirt.
Hana yawned and stretched on Matt, his body curled over him, his long black hair covering his bare back. "This heat..." he murmured, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.
Matt tugged the edge of his shirt away from his shoulder irritably. "We should just climb into the oven," he muttered.
Hana laughed softly. "How is that better than this?" he asked.
"It's a dry heat in the oven," Matt said tiredly. "This...is this hell on earth."
Hana slid his thighs over either side of Matt's chest, holding onto the broad frame carefully. "I will take your shirt off," he said. "It is too hot for that."
Matt shook his head stubbornly. "I'm fine, Hana, I promise," he said.
Hana frowned, his eyes studying Matt's intently. "Please? It is too hot, it is not safe for you to be so warm," he pushed gently.
Matt bit back a sigh, the worry in Hana's face cutting through his defenses. "I don't...I don't want to," he said. He ran his hand over Hana's stomach, feeling the soft skin.
"If it is me, and no others, why are you uncomfortable?" Hana asked.
Matt bit the inside of his cheek. More sweat gathered along his brow, his short light hair damp with sweat as well. As much as he wanted to take his shirt off, a part of him didn't want to, his scars being something that were harder for him to ignore when he was naked. He sighed aloud then and nodded.
Hana leaned in and kissed him, his nimble fingers undoing each button, more skin visible as he moved on to the next button. Matt shivered under his touch, his skin slick with sweat. Hana eased the shirt from him, the scars unnoticed to his eyes.
"Up," he urged him, scooting back. Matt did so silently, resting his arms on his knees. Hana moved off the couch and stood, his hair falling in a long wave over his chest, glimpses of his breasts visible between the strands. Matt looked up at him, swallowing dryly.
Hana dipped his head to the side, his eyes on the floor. He gestured with one hand, a familiar sign. He turned and walked down the hallway, his scent trailing in the moist air. Matt was up and off in the couch in one quick movement, following Hana through the apartment. Hana stood in the bathroom, his back to Matt as he spun the taps in the bathtub, the water pouring from the faucets.
Matt reached for Hana, his large hand smoothing over Hana’s hip. “Shower?” he said, sweat trickling down his neck.
Hana nodded. “It will cool you down, your skin is too warm,” he said. “Back home, a waterfall would be best…” he trailed off, pushing the shower curtain inside the tub.
Matt wrapped his arm around Hana, bringing him close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to Hana’s neck, relishing the shiver that the kiss brought on. “I’d take you there if you wanted someday,” he said.
Hana closed his eyes, his neck tilted to the side. “It is not needed,” he said. “Come…into the water.” He turned around, stripping Matt’s shorts down and without a word, led him into the bathtub, the tepid water greeting them.
Matt rested against the cold tiles, shivering when the water flowed over him. Hana cupped his hands under the flow, catching some. He ran his small hands over Matt’s face, smoothing the sweat away. Matt closed his eyes, sighing into his touch.
Hana murmured under his breath, soft words in his own language. Matt opened his eyes, the water pouring over them both then. Hana looked up at him, his eyes darkening. He pushed up on his tip toes, kissing Matt.
Matt tugged Hana closer to him, a low moan passing his lips as the kiss deepened. He wrapped one long arm around Hana's waist, lifting him easily. Hana leaned back against the tiles, his legs gripping Matt's hips, the kiss growing more heated.
"Hana..." Matt whispered thickly when the kiss ended. He slid one hand over Hana's wet hair, pressing a kiss to his neck, Hana's breath hitching when he did so.
Hana moved his thighs further apart, his breath coming in breathy gasps as he lifted and pushed himself down on the length of Matt's cock, his slickness easing the way. Matt groaned and pushed in, burying himself in the tight, wet heat. Hana gripped him hard, his mouth falling open from the feeling.
Matt lifted Hana slowly, the cool water running down his marred back as he thrust in, their moans filling the air as they moved together. Hana kissed Matt's temple, whispering words of love to him, his fingers running over Matt's shoulders, his touch easing the knotted muscles. Matt sighed as he came, slow leisurely thrusts that brought Hana to release with a soft cry.
They stood together, exchanging kisses under the water, relaxed and sated.
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Matt let out a low yawn, his hand moving over Hana's smooth shoulder, their bodies curled together on the couch. Hana blinked sleepily, his blue eyes peering around the room for a moment. He closed them, rubbing his cheek along Matt's chest, the hot air thick and oppressive in the apartment. Matt felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, his shirt sticking to his skin uncomfortably. Despite the soaring temperatures, he had steadfastly refused to remove his shirt.
Hana yawned and stretched on Matt, his body curled over him, his long black hair covering his bare back. "This heat..." he murmured, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.
Matt tugged the edge of his shirt away from his shoulder irritably. "We should just climb into the oven," he muttered.
Hana laughed softly. "How is that better than this?" he asked.
"It's a dry heat in the oven," Matt said tiredly. "This...is this hell on earth."
Hana slid his thighs over either side of Matt's chest, holding onto the broad frame carefully. "I will take your shirt off," he said. "It is too hot for that."
Matt shook his head stubbornly. "I'm fine, Hana, I promise," he said.
Hana frowned, his eyes studying Matt's intently. "Please? It is too hot, it is not safe for you to be so warm," he pushed gently.
Matt bit back a sigh, the worry in Hana's face cutting through his defenses. "I don't...I don't want to," he said. He ran his hand over Hana's stomach, feeling the soft skin.
"If it is me, and no others, why are you uncomfortable?" Hana asked.
Matt bit the inside of his cheek. More sweat gathered along his brow, his short light hair damp with sweat as well. As much as he wanted to take his shirt off, a part of him didn't want to, his scars being something that were harder for him to ignore when he was naked. He sighed aloud then and nodded.
Hana leaned in and kissed him, his nimble fingers undoing each button, more skin visible as he moved on to the next button. Matt shivered under his touch, his skin slick with sweat. Hana eased the shirt from him, the scars unnoticed to his eyes.
"Up," he urged him, scooting back. Matt did so silently, resting his arms on his knees. Hana moved off the couch and stood, his hair falling in a long wave over his chest, glimpses of his breasts visible between the strands. Matt looked up at him, swallowing dryly.
Hana dipped his head to the side, his eyes on the floor. He gestured with one hand, a familiar sign. He turned and walked down the hallway, his scent trailing in the moist air. Matt was up and off in the couch in one quick movement, following Hana through the apartment. Hana stood in the bathroom, his back to Matt as he spun the taps in the bathtub, the water pouring from the faucets.
Matt reached for Hana, his large hand smoothing over Hana’s hip. “Shower?” he said, sweat trickling down his neck.
Hana nodded. “It will cool you down, your skin is too warm,” he said. “Back home, a waterfall would be best…” he trailed off, pushing the shower curtain inside the tub.
Matt wrapped his arm around Hana, bringing him close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to Hana’s neck, relishing the shiver that the kiss brought on. “I’d take you there if you wanted someday,” he said.
Hana closed his eyes, his neck tilted to the side. “It is not needed,” he said. “Come…into the water.” He turned around, stripping Matt’s shorts down and without a word, led him into the bathtub, the tepid water greeting them.
Matt rested against the cold tiles, shivering when the water flowed over him. Hana cupped his hands under the flow, catching some. He ran his small hands over Matt’s face, smoothing the sweat away. Matt closed his eyes, sighing into his touch.
Hana murmured under his breath, soft words in his own language. Matt opened his eyes, the water pouring over them both then. Hana looked up at him, his eyes darkening. He pushed up on his tip toes, kissing Matt.
Matt tugged Hana closer to him, a low moan passing his lips as the kiss deepened. He wrapped one long arm around Hana's waist, lifting him easily. Hana leaned back against the tiles, his legs gripping Matt's hips, the kiss growing more heated.
"Hana..." Matt whispered thickly when the kiss ended. He slid one hand over Hana's wet hair, pressing a kiss to his neck, Hana's breath hitching when he did so.
Hana moved his thighs further apart, his breath coming in breathy gasps as he lifted and pushed himself down on the length of Matt's cock, his slickness easing the way. Matt groaned and pushed in, burying himself in the tight, wet heat. Hana gripped him hard, his mouth falling open from the feeling.
Matt lifted Hana slowly, the cool water running down his marred back as he thrust in, their moans filling the air as they moved together. Hana kissed Matt's temple, whispering words of love to him, his fingers running over Matt's shoulders, his touch easing the knotted muscles. Matt sighed as he came, slow leisurely thrusts that brought Hana to release with a soft cry.
They stood together, exchanging kisses under the water, relaxed and sated.
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