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The news had warned them about the heatwave about to hit Night City, but V had never expected such scorching weather. He can't work in these conditions; his CPU is already way too hot to function properly with V just standing under the sun. A forced day off due to the weather conditions, something he experiences for the first time after three years of living as a merc in the city. He's glad he spent the day at Kerry's villa: there's a pool waiting to cool him off barely a few feet away. He doesn't even bother to put clothes on as he goes outside in the evening, leaving his grunting input in bed, one foot dangling off the air.
The pool is a welcome breather from the heat. Despite hating getting his hair wet, V plunges underwater without a second thought. He stays there, submerged, for a moment, feeling like he's finally not suffocating despite not being able to breathe. He resurfaces after his lungs start stinging from the lack of air, his skin warming up immediately once his face is out of the water. He swims to the other side of the pool. Head resting against the rocks, eyes closed, he floats there a moment. Enjoying the calm and serenity away from the ruckus of the city, and the lightness of his body slightly drifting with the water.
He suddenly hears a splashing, followed by ripples hitting his body. He opens an eye, a smile already creeping on his lips.
"Fuck, that's good," Kerry lets out, seated down, water to the elbows.
"See?" V jokes back.
"Yeah. My input can have some great ideas," he sighs before cheekily adding, "Sometimes."
V doesn't reply anything, cheeks heating up, and the weather isn't to blame. Sure, he knows he's Kerry's input, but hearing it from the rockerboy's mouth still makes him all flustered.
"What?" Kerry asks, narrowed eyes studying his expression as he swims closer.
"Nah, nothing. It's just… You know…"
"Hmm-hmm," he croons, inching closer and closer until trapping V between him and the rocks.
They don't need to say it; their soft gazes are enough to tell what they feel. V closes the gap first, plunging into Kerry's mouth. Pressing their lips sweetly at first, then rougher as the rockerboy pulls him by the back of his neck. Legs spread wide against the rocks, almost as if straddling V's lap. He presses their bodies flush, tongue teasing his bottom lip before exploring his mouth. V lets a groan escape. A spark runs down his spine, wrapping his black-chrome arm behind Kerry's back to pull him closer still.
"Been missing me that bad, huh?" V teases, cutting Kerry short of making the same sort of remark, "I mean, yeah. I get it. Been so long since we last saw each other. That half-hour must've-"
Kerry shuts him up by kissing him again, cupping his jaw with one hand to keep him close as the other caresses his torso. His fingers find a nipple.
"You talk too much," he says, rolling the erect bud between his index and thumb, earning a loud sigh.
"Isn't it a little too hot for that?" V wonders, biting his lip as Kerry twists his nipple harder.
"Should be nova long as we stay in the pool, right?"
His mouth drifts to V's neck, brushing against his drive slots. A silent question, even though his cyberdeck isn't implanted there. He's actually kissing the drive where the Relic is stuck, making a weird shudder that definitely doesn't come from the merc run down his spine.
"Yeah," he lets out, his voice a little rough suddenly, slowly sounding back like his in his ears, "Should be."
Kerry hums in reply, lips trailing lower. Brushing against his shoulder, then clavicle. They find their way to the nipple he hasn't touched yet, grazing his teeth against the bud before gently nibbling at them. V lets out a wanton sigh, one hand running through Kerry's hair as the other glides down his back to grab his ass.
Kerry wraps his lips around his nipple to suckle greedily, shifting in the pool until their hard cocks can press against each other's. V's still a little short compared to his input, but the friction's still here, aching dick touching as equally desperate cock. His hand drifts lower, finger grazing against Kerry's tender hole. He hesitates a little, teasing the rim as he thinks. He really doesn't want to stop, and move back into the house. It'll be alright; V'll be careful.
He slides in, surprisingly easily. Kerry swallows him hole, hiccuping at the sudden sensation. His teeth bite at his nipple harder, trying to stop an embarrassing moan from escaping.
"Hey, hey, careful there," V says, tugging back at his hair.
"Sorry," Kerry slurs, hips rolling already. Begging V to move his finger as their cocks rub against the other's.
V thrusts in tentatively, gliding in and out so well. Kerry wraps his arms around his neck, groaning against his throat in-between wet kisses. V quickly slips another finger in, meeting with more resistance. Kerry winces, and V stills immediately.
"Don't stop," Kerry asks into his ear, gravelly voice taking an even lower tone.
V complies with a quiet chuckle, pumping in and out slowly, carefully, listening to Kerry's noises. The rockerboy relaxes his ass as he breathes out, sigh ending in a lewd moan as V crooks his fingers. Kerry fucks himself on those digits, legs spreading wider, fingernails digging into V's shoulder blades. The sounds he lets out make the merc loses his goddamn mind.
He tries sliding in a third finger, but can barely get it in past the first knuckle. Kerry tenses in his arms, holding his breath. He swallows hard against his shoulder, a painful whine stuck in the back of his throat. V stops, and tries to withdraw his fingers before Kerry clenches tight around them.
"Keep going," Kerry lets out, forehead pressed against his neck.
"I'm hurting you," V pinpoints, his other hand coming to run across his back.
"'s fine," Kerry blurs out. His chuckle doesn't make V laugh back, "I can take it."
"Ker."
"How you're supposed to fuck me if I don't let you prep me first?"
The retort goes right under V's skin. He's not about to fuck Kerry if he's the only one to enjoy it. What gonk idea is that?
"Kerry," he calls, mischievous grin already creepy up his lips, "Et si j'ai juste envie de te doigter aujourd'hui?"
What if I just wanna finger you today?
The words feel so filthy on V's tongue, making Kerry freeze for an instant as they register. His input dirty talking in his native tongue always makes him cave in.
"Not fair," he lets out, cock twitching against V's stomach as the merc thrusts into him with only two fingers.
He buries them deep into his input, whose hand creeps between them to wrap around both their cocks. He jerks the both of them at a faster pace than he's getting fucked, and V quickly matches the rhythm. Kerry jolts, arching his back, head thrown back. V plunges for his neck, lapping at the golden cyberware.
"Fuck," Kerry trails as V angles his fingers differently.
He focuses on that spot making Kerry mumbles gibberish in a voice getting more breathy by the second. The rockerboy's hand strokes them at an uneven pace, too fixated on the pleasure the merc gives him. His beautiful blue eyes cross a little as he comes into the pool. V keeps milking him until Kerry starts wincing, too stimulated to feel good anymore.
"You're still hard," Kerry notices as he comes back from his climax.
"That's alright," V chuckles, but Kerry keeps a serious face.
"Shut up," he says before breathing in and diving underwater.
Kerry slides V's cock into his mouth before the merc can argue. It feels so fucking good, his input's tongue swirling expertly around the tip as he bobs his head. The singer knows how to hold his breath, breaching the water to get some air very rarely, stroking V's cock when he can't suck it. The merc's quickly bucking into his mouth, tip teasing the back of his throat. V comes into his input's mouth, who swallows it all hungrily.
"Fuck, feeling alright?" Kerry checks in as he resurfaces, hand cupping V's jaw, "You're sweating like crazy?"
V realizes his body has heated up a little too much, but nothing a cold shower can't fix.
"Stop worrying, Ker," he sighs, pulling him close by the hips.
"'Fraid I can't do that, babe," he retorts, meeting his lips for a hard kiss.
V's quick to slide his tongue in, lapping at his own taste in his input's mouth.