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Alfred had never liked excessive heat much until it got hot enough for Arthur to finally start wearing shorts, then Alfred was very thankful for the extended heatwave.
Normally, Arthur looked skinny as a twig—still extremely attractive, of course—but in the shorts his thighs somehow looked thicker and gave him more of a shape that made him irresistible to Alfred.
After several days of wearing shorts, Arthur also had sun freckles all over—including his thighs. Heat or not, it was driving Alfred a little crazy with desire. Though, maybe it was the heat cooking his brain that made him unable to control his urges.
An attempt to rub Arthur’s thigh resulted in Arthur swatting him with a dirty look. Alfred was about to reach out again, but Arthur gave him an icy glare that made Alfred shiver.
“Alfred. It’s too hot for that. Stop it.”
Alfred glanced down at Arthur’s freckled, thick thighs and then back at Arthur’s frown. It was definitely the heat that was doing away with his common sense as he put a hand on Arthur’s thigh again.
“Alfred.”
Alfred leaned in closer, ignoring Arthur’s irritated grunt, and smirked. “Imagine how much cooler this room’ll feel if we’re hot and sweaty.”
Arthur carefully scooted away, still glaring in warning. “We’re not having sex, Alfred. Go take a cold shower.”
“Won’t help. I’ll still be horny when I get out cuz the sight of your legs in those shorts is driving me fucking crazy.”
Arthur’s eyes widened, and Alfred took the opportunity to start feeling up Arthur’s legs. Arthur let out a small noise that turned Alfred’s cooked brain to mush. When he leaned forward to kiss Arthur, instead of being shoved away, he was met with Arthur’s hands on his face pulling him into a deeper kiss. He groaned as he groped at Arthur’s thighs and ass under the shorts, and eventually they rolled onto the floor.
The room definitely didn’t feel any cooler after sex, but it at least made the sight of Arthur pulling his shorts back over his ass less maddening. Arthur ran a hand through his sweaty hair and rolled his eyes when he noticed Alfred watching him.
“I hope you’re satisfied, because that’s never happening again.”
Alfred was in no hurry to get dressed again, and he propped himself up on his side as he watched Arthur grab a book and sit down. “Aw, come on, sweetheart! Pretty sure that’s the loudest you’ve ever been!”
Arthur just shook his head as he opened the book. “It’s way too hot for sex, just like I thought.”
As Alfred cooled down, Arthur’s legs were once again looking extremely tempting—especially now that they’d been marked up during some very enthusiastic oral—but he knew better than to try to coax Arthur into another round. Still, he pouted and sat up to whine at Arthur.
“You know what you gotta do then, right? You need to wear shorts more often besides when it’s this hot outside so I get to see your smokin’ hot legs.”
There was no response except a long-suffering sigh. It might have just been his imagination, though, but as Arthur disappeared behind his book, Alfred could swear he saw a smirk.