In a quiet suburban American home, the only thing that could stave off the heat was a small industrial fan.

"Is this really all you have?" Finn groaned from the kitchen and John shifted in his seat, stark naked, and changed the channel on the TV. The fan oscillated lazily back and forth in an effort to waft and spread cool air throughout the room but, honestly, it didn't do much. John sweated slightly even in his relaxed sitting position, despite his legs being spread out in an effort to disperse as much heat as possible. From the kitchen came the hybrid man, equally as naked as the otter, and looked decidedly more warm-- his neck wasn't as fluffy as it was usually, thanks to shedding his winter coat, but he still lolled his tongue and panted from the heat. He held a glass of water in his hands and quickly downed it.

"Yeah, sorry," John must with a dulcet tone. "I tried to get it working, but the AC's fucked. Repairman's coming tomorrow."

"Can we go next door, then? My AC works." Finn complained as he strode across the room towards him, padding across the soft carpet and placing the empty glass on the coaster on the coffee table.

"No can do," John insisted. "I don't want my son to come home to find his papa ain't here when he should be...besides, it's a good excuse to see you naked."

A smirk crossed Finn's muzzle and he stepped closer, deliberately blocking John's view of the television as he swung a leg over, forcing the otter to close his legs so that the hybrid could straddle his body. His knees pressed down into the soft couch cushions and John's eyes widened for a moment, before he sat up and readjusted himself, instinctively moving a hand around to the small of Finn's back. The hybrid dipped his head and the two of them didn't hesitate to kiss, passion briefly surfing through them as John leant back, tugging Finn with him. The hybrid squirmed briefly atop him and then dipped his head to the side, peppering kissing along John's cheek and down to his neck, where the Otter sighed, roaming a hand up his back.

"You love kissing necks, huh?" The otter jabbed, causing Finn to pause. "I'm kidding. I like it."

"Fuck you." Finn retorted, but he didn't stop, and deliberately began to smear his tongue against the brown fur. John's fingers curled against his back and drifted down to his ass, cupping his pristine white cheeks.

"You know, it was kind of cute," John continued as Finn raised a hand to run it through the messy dark brown hair that travelled down the back of John's neck. "That little stunt you pulled at Allen's wedding."

"The whole 'stranger's thing?" Finn giggled, leaning back for a moment as his fingers snaked through his hair, his lips brushing with John's cheek. "Thought you'd find it kinky."

"I did," The otter confirmed. "Helped take away some of the stress of...this."

He squeezed his hand against Finn's cheeks, as if to infer his words. Finn knew all too well what he meant-- he wanted the keep the occasional hookup they did a secret from his son...not that it'd matter much, since they'd both fucked his son anyway, but Finn chalked it up to a difference in dynamic. Finn, of course, respected his wishes; to him, this was just some fun, no strings attached. He didn't consider it any more than two mutual, single men getting the chance to feel good.

"Relax," Finn leant up, sliding his hands down to John's shoulders as he rolled his hips. "No strings attached, remember? Don't get weird on me."

"I ain't," John grimaced, but his hands didn't move from Finn's ass, spreading those cheeks a little as Finn felt the obvious mass twitching beneath his rump. "We cut it a bit close sometimes, though."

"Charlie won't be back for another couple of hours. We have plenty of time," Finn insisted. "Now, are you going to keep whining, or are you going to fuck me?"

John looked up at him for a moment before a grin spread across his face. With a smirk in response, Finn lifted himself up and John brought a hand to his mouth, briefly licking his palm before it drifted down beneath Finn's ass, working spit over his own pink cock. He angled it upwards and Finn sunk down, easily meeting with the tip. He hesitated for no more than a few breaths before he pushed down, sighing as John's cock penetrated him, sinking deeper and deeper.

Finn scooted further and further down the length until his cheeks met with John's lap once more, the otter roughly completely inside him. John met the remaining inch with Finn's ass by easily rolling his hips, and the two of them groaned quietly under their breath from the pleasure. The hybrid leant forwards, cupping a hand to John's face and trailing his thumb across the dark brown band that travelled across his snout and down his cheek, like a raccoon's mark, before he snaked his arms around John's neck and pulled him in. John affirmed his grip on the hybrid's hips and began to gyrate, slow and sensual at first, before quickly picking up speed. Their sweaty bodies pressed together with nothing but the oscillating fan behind them to keep them cool, and it did a poor job of doing so.

As John thrust and gripped his fingers around Finn's ass and hips, the hybrid panted into his neck, hugging tightly to him as the cock massaged, pistoned and vigorously pumped back and forth. Finn's pants lapsed into gentle moans, his toes curling at his pleasure rose. John starts to grunt as well, panting hot, heavy breaths against the man's cheek. Neither of them had the say anything-- after all, the point was to enjoy each other, not make a big deal out of it.

The otter thrusted upwards one final time and pulled with his hands, yanking Finn down onto his cock as a strangled sigh escaped his lips. He flopped back and Finn sagged forwards, briefly leaning against John's body before he propped himself up with both hands, hanging his head. The gooey trail of cum that laid between them, in gooey strings between their stomachs, effectively confirmed Finn's enjoyment...and nothing needed to be said about how much John liked it; his throbbing cock made it obvious.

"Phew..." Finn grinned down at him and then lifted himself up, wiping his forehead. "Man, it's damn too hot..."

"The fan's all I got." John said half-apologetically, half-matter-of-factly. With a smirk, Finn reached down to cup the man's cheek again, pulling him closer.

"Then we'll make do." Finn mused, and he pulled John into a kiss. With a groan the otter flips them over and they begin again. Their groans of passion will remain in those walls, drowned out by the whirr of the rickty, industrial fan.