The window is open because on the way home it had smelled like rain and it's been so hot for so long. Warm wind blows the promise of rain and the tang of the sea into the small bedroom and plays with the curtains, making them dance and whine. Yasu's clothes are folded on the chair, neat squares of brightly patterned fabric. Ohkura's are in a pile on the floor between the bed and the bathroom door, towels in a damp heap besides them.
Yasu lies back on the fresh sheets, naked golden skin on white. A thin layer of sweat is already starting to cover his body again, only partly from the heat outside. Ohkura's fingers are drumming a tattoo on his hips as he hovers over him, licking and kissing a path down the hard muscles of his stomach, pausing to tug gently on the silver barbell of his bellybutton piercing. Ohkura smiles against his skin as he sucks in his stomach and Yasu reaches up to hold on to Ohkura's arms.
These are surprising levels of activity for Ohkura who is all languor and laziness in everything, including sex. Except for his hands, which are forever drumming, beating out a rapid heartbeat of their own.
Yasu doesn't mind. He has enough energy for the both of them and at times like these when the sand is too hot to walk on and the air bakes you like an oven, it's nice to take things slow. He slides his hands down the warm skin of Ohkura's arms.
"Come here," he whispers and he smiles as he pulls Ohkura up to capture his mouth in a kiss. They kiss for a while, tongues locked in a lazy battle that Yasu always wins because Ohkura is trying to lose.
"Lazy," Yasu says cheerfully, pressing the word into warm skin as he presses Ohkura back into the mattress. Ohkura laughs and shrugs.
"You like doing all the work."
Yasu doesn't argue but grins back, rummaging around in the nightstand for what he needs.
He thinks Ohkura is beautiful like this, long legs spread apart and head thrown back. He watches his own fingers disappear in the tight heat and clutches at the sheets with his other hand because it's hard not to touch himself.
Ohkura groans when he pushes in. Yasu is breathing harshly, trying not to move too soon because it's tight and hot and perfect. He presses careful kisses against Ohkura's shoulder.
"Please," Ohkura chokes out finally, finally. Yasu laces their fingers together as he starts to push in. He starts slow but quickly increases his pace and gradually all the small noises Ohkura makes even out into one long drawn out moan.
Yasu screams when he comes. He's always the louder one though he tries not to be so he can listen. He pushes in deep, his balls pressed against Ohkura's ass, and clutches Ohkura's hands. Ohkura moans loudly and shivers despite the heat. Yasu rolls off him and settles down beside him to wrap a hand around his cock, curving up against his stomach. It's hot and hard in his hand, slippery with pre-come. It doesn't take much more for Ohkura to come over his hand, his whole body shuddering with release.
Yasu grabs a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand to clean them up and then snuggles back down, resting his cheek on Ohkura's chest.
"We should take another shower," he says, idly tracing patterns on Ohkura's skin.
"I'm never moving again," Ohkura mutters back. Yasu laughs.
"Okay," he says. They should get dinner at some point, but he's not too worried; if there's anything that gets Ohkura moving it's the promise of food. For now, a nap didn't sound too bad.
Outside the rain starts to fall and the breeze that blows through the window cools down. Yasu pulls the thin sheet over the both of them and settles back down, holding Ohkura against him. Ohkura's fingers are still softly beating a rhythm on his side when he falls asleep, a slow rhythm that moves in time with his heartbeat.