Title: I’m melting!
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Kamen Riderrrrr.
Summary: It was too hot, even for a day in the summer.
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Shotarou growled under his breath where he lay on the couch in the secret room. The agency was closed, he doubted it would come any custumers today, it was just too hot for moving. Not even Philip had enough energy to research anything in the Planet Library, even though he rarely let anything get in the way of whatever he was obsessing over. He was just lying on his stomach on the metal floor, in clothes altered by his own hands. A pair of his trousers had become shorts -For Shotarou unbearlably short- and the parka and shirt lay discarded on the floor, next to RevolGarry on the lower level.
Shotarou himself didn’t feel like sacrificing any of his precious Windscale-clothes, settling for just lying there in his boxers. As long as Akiko didn’t come there would be no fuss over that.
Shotarou rolled around, so that he was facing his partner. The young boy lay still, staring emptily with his cheek pressing against the netted floor, licking his lips every now and then, salvaging the precious liquid in form of the sweat that formed on his upper lip.
Shotarou would have been outside rather than looking at his practically naked care, but due to the extreme heat, he could only lie there and look at the boy, who looked so… seducing right now.. Unbearable. Torture. But he couldn’t lok away, whenever he did, the knowledge that Philip lay there like that, limps spread for minimum contact, nagged his mind terribly, so he decided he might as well look.
Philip shifted his legs. The metal wasn’t cool enough anymore, but he didn’t have the energy to lay down at another spot. So he settled to moving his legs slightly, not noticing how Shotarous eyes followed his movements, eyes widening somewhat as a moan escaped the youngers lips. It wasn’t a moan from lust, but from the suffoctating heat, but it made blood slowly travel southwards in the olders body.
”Augh! It’s too hot!” Shotarou murmured, not sure what part of the word ‘hot’ he meant.
Philip moaned again, a weak and shivering voice carrying over to the brunette. ”..Melting.. I’m.. mel…ting..”