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With a brainless whimper, Jean flops onto his back next to Marco, the both of them soaked with sweat and panting heavily, and he pushes his sweaty hair back against his head as he murmurs, “Jesus Fuck, Marco…”
Marco’s got his arm flopped over his eyes, his chest rising far and falling fast, hitching only for his weak groan of agreement.
Their air conditioning is broken, and the heat index is something like 105, but it’s their first day off in a week and they had been nothing but determined to fuck all goddamn day. Turns out, though, lazy morning sex in the already boiling noon heat combined with the humidity their twisting, sweaty bodies tend to generate translates more into ‘kindly get off of me’ rather than ‘kindly get me off.’
Stubbornness and rising annoyance quickly transformed a sweet, slow lovemaking into the kind of fucking that would make a porn studio some serious bank.
“Dude,” Jean continues, his breath still coming fast and difficult in the sex-thick air, “I seriously fucking love you.”
Marco chuckles, bending a knee up in the pursuit of not having any two parts of his body touching. “D’you love me or the thing I do with the—” He makes a vague but incredibly filthy hand motion, which gives Jean a serious case of the giggles.
“Both. Absolutely both. But you more so. D’you know you grin when you come really hard?”
Peering over at Jean, Marco laughs, the sound sweet and still breathless. “You have told me before, yeah. I think it’s mostly when you do your best to fuck my orgasm straight out of me.”
“Like that?” Jean stick his tongue out, a wide grin spread across his flushed face.
“So much, Jean. So much.”
The blonde hums, lacing his fingers behind his head. Their wobbling ceiling fan does exactly fuck-all for the temperature in the room, as usual. Jean gives an irate sigh after a while, ruffling his still-damp hair in a way that makes cowlicks crop up something fierce. “I would totally make out with you right now,” he grumbles, “If not for the fact that I think the amount of sweat I’m exuding may actually kill me.”
“I know,” Marco groans, shifting in the destroyed sheets. “We could go cuddle and make out in a cold shower?”
“See, I would,” Jean says, stretching his arms above his head. “But I also really wanna suck you off, and cold showers mean shrinkage.”
Marco rolls his eyes. “I thought you wanted to make out with me, dope.”
“Your dick is part of you.” Jean wiggles his eyebrows like an ass, swinging his legs out of bed and somehow managing to stand without his knees knocking and turning to jelly. “If you’re jealous, we could just make out until you’re begging me to go down on you.”
Raising his eyebrows, Marco grins again. Can’t turn down that offer.
The cool water of the shower definitely helps with the whole angry-sweaty-man-aggression thing, enough that Jean can pin Marco against the chilly wall and press as much of their bodies together as possible while he does that thing with his tongue that always makes Marco hard so fast he nearly passes out.
Marco swears up and down that they’re gonna call the landlord today, after this, definitely, because he wants to cuddle and watch a movie, and Jean agrees around his thick mouthful of cock in a way that makes Marco see stars.