A sudden breeze covered Akihito's moist skin in goosebumps, but it was more than welcome. The atmosphere was so warm and humid and heavy, he was almost suffocating. Through his half-opened eyelids, he could see a bottle of water standing nearby. Alas, it was clearly out of his reach, and getting it would mean abandoning his infinitely pleasant position.
Akihito sighed softly and straightened his neck, lifting his head up. He acknowledged the regular intervals of the wet noises and the low rumbling sound around him. It all made him feel so peaceful. Akihito sighed in pleasure again and closed his eyes for a moment.
A thick drop of sweat running down his neck caught Akihito's attention, pulling him out of his somnolence. The drop struggled to pass over his clavicle, then resumed its fast race. It stopped completely around his erect nipple. A few seconds later, it was heavy enough to continue. Akihito shivered as he felt it roll down the side of his abdomen. The drop then joined its peers into the hollow where his belly and thigh touched. It wasn't the end of its journey, though. Akihito couldn't stop a loud moan from escaping his lips when he felt the drop run down his erect cock with a tormenting slowness. The young man opened his eyes to watch it roll past his glans and melt in the white sheet under him.
Teeth grazed suddenly at the vertebrae located in his upper back, below his neck.
— What are you thinking, Akihito?
The young man looked up and met Asami's incredibly golden eyes in the full-length mirror in front of them. The look on the crime lord's face was not only one of pleasure and arousal. There was pride, too, and rightfully so: his young lover was supporting both of their weights on his knees and hands, as Asami, one hand ghosting over the boy's mouth and the other alternatively roaming his thigh or torso, was buried deep inside him. Asami rolled his hips slowly yet mercilessly and without interruption, continuously stimulating the man under him.
— Ah… Asami, I'm going… to…
— No, love. Not yet.
Asami now stayed motionless inside Akihito. The younger man felt him move to reach out for something. Remembering the mirror's presence, he looked up just as Asami passed his tie swiftly between Akihito's legs and tied the piece of fabric tightly around the base of Akihito's cock.
— You… So cruel…
Asami chuckled and resumed the rolling of his hips. He inserted his index and middle fingers inside Akihito's mouth, massaging his soft tongue. The boy moaned, closing his eyes. He yelped when Asami reached up and bit his ear, pulling his whole head back. Asami spoke between his teeth, right into Akihito's ear.
— Look.
Akihito opened his eyes and took the scenery in. Asami, still biting his ear, looking right back at him. Akihito's own body moving back and forth helplessly to Asami's hips as he penetrated him. His painful erection wrapped tightly in Asami's favorite tie, and the pre-cum pooling on the bed sheet around his glans. His arms trembling, tensed up by the effort of supporting such heavy weight. Their bodies drenched in sweat by their vigorous activity on this beautiful Summer day.
Asami let go of Akihito's ear. He knew placing a huge mirror close to the bed was a great idea. What he didn't know was, how had it taken him so long to think about it? Asami heard Akihito's sighs and moans turn to cries and pleads for freedom, and felt that he was about to cum himself. He reached out between his young lover's thighs and set him free. Akihito reached his orgasm first, closely followed by Asami, who ejaculated inside him.
Akihito couldn't take it anymore. His arms gave up on him and he fell head first onto the mattress. Asami, still inside him, bent over and rested his forehead on the boy's back for a minute. Then, careful not to pull out, he turned the inert Akihito around. Asami was now on his knees, facing the mirror, his chest against Akihito. Placing his hands on his cheeks, he lifted the boy up until he was out of him, and watched his own semen slowly pour out of Akihito's gaping hole.
Satisfied, Asami gently laid Akihito on his side and mirrored his position, a few inches from him. It was way too hot to snuggle, but he could still look at his adorable, flushed face.
Shower could wait.