After resting for a day - mostly because yesterday he had been too sore to do anything - William had to admit the vacation stuff wasn't that bad in the end. The weather today was lovely, just perfect for spending time outside. He had brought a couple of interesting books with him and sitting, or rather, half-lying in a hammock on the porch of the house, occasionally stopping to look at the sea was relaxing. Besides, he had Hugue with him now to take care of things. The younger man was somewhere around, but the Professor wasn't paying attention right now. He was busy scrabbling notes for ideas to use for his classes later.

A bead of sweat ran down Hugue's cheek as he carried the pitcher of iced lemonade in one hand, two glasses in the other. With his Master spending most of the day out on the porch and doing work, he was oblivious to anything else. Well, he had managed to force some fruit salad into him, at least. Some more drink couldn't be too difficult. Wiping absently at his forehead with one forearm, the blond shut the front door gently with his foot and set the pitcher on the small table next to the hammock William was lounging in. Sighing a little, he reached out and plucked the reading glasses from the end of the older man's nose and pushed them up, placing a foggy glass of lemonade into one of his hands. "Drink something."

Oh, there he was, William idly thought, glancing at the glass. Whatever it was, it felt cool and looked good, so he took a sip. "Mmm. Cold," he commented then took another sip before placing the glass on a table that was mostly filled with his books. The drink being cold did get him to realize that it was quite warm where he was. He put his notes away and rolled the sleeves of his shirt a little more. It was hot, and he was wearing a bit too much, but he refused to just strip. "What have you been up to anyway?" He asked the younger man while picking up the glass again - which promptly slipped from his hand, half of the contents ending up on the Professor. "Ack, cold..."

The swordsman smiled a little and leaned over, promptly unbuttoning the Professor's wet shirt and pulling it from his pants. He fumbled with the rolled sleeves a bit before managing to slip the shirt off and draping it over a deck chair to dry. He'd wash it later. "You'll be cooler this way."

"Ah, Hugue, darn it..." The Professor tried to resist but gave up soon. He had to admit the shirt had been getting uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to sit around half-naked. "Bah. Give me that?" He muttered, pointing at the shirt Hugue was wearing. Wait, shirt? He took a double take on what the blond was wearing and stopped to study him for a moment. The swordsman had a shirt on, unbuttoned - one of his, William had to note - and swimming trunks. He grinned a little; he didn't even remember Hugue owning swimming trunks. "Right," he said, clearing his throat. "The shirt. I'm not about to sit here naked."

Hugue shrugged and gingerly climbed onto the cramped hammock, pushing William's legs out of the way to make room. As soon as they were both seated on it and Hugue was sure it could hold both of them, he pulled the shirt off slowly and handed it to the older man, reaching over to the pitcher to pour himself some lemonade as well.

Ending up having to share his comfortable seat earned a slight frown from the Professor, but he shrugged and took the offered shirt. He got it on but couldn't be bothered with more than a couple of buttons as he'd had his previous shirt buttoned, and it had been warm enough. He then reached for his glass again, drinking whatever was left in it. He turned to look at his student and smirked. The blond, sitting there half-naked, was quite a sight.

A stray bit of hair had escaped from the way tickled his cheek and clung damply to Hugue's skin. Setting the half drained glass of lemonade aside, the blond tilted his head and stared back at the Professor, knowing full well what was going on in William's mind. He shrugged and squirmed in the hammock, stretching his legs across the older man's and picking up the glass again. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," William replied, the usual grin on his face. "Absolutely nothing. Just my thoughts wandering, that's all. And you know me, I end up thinking about four different things at once. So anyway," he changed the subject, quite certain Hugue had noticed the staring. "I was asking, what have you been up to? Haven't really seen you much today." Most part of that came of course from the fact that the Professor, when concentrated on his work, tended to ignore the world around him, but William himself of course wouldn't notice.

Hugue arched a brow at the Professor and continued to sip his drink. Mind wandering... hm. The blond knew exactly where that mind was wandering, if the path his eyes was taking had any indication. The scant corner of the swordsman's mouth twitched and he fidgeted, scooting a little closer and sprawling his legs a little wider just because he could. "I was cleaning and putting a salad together for lunch."

"Ah, well, yes. I don't know when this place was cleaned before I got here," the older man replied, stretching his arms before trying to take a more comfortable position. That wasn't entirely possible, with Hugue taking half of his seat. "Ah, lunch... ...Wait what lunch?" He blinked. "I've only been here reading for a couple of hours. It can't be lunch time yet."

"Lunch time began a half hour ago, Master." Hugue shook his head with a little sigh and rose from the hammock gingerly, trying not to dump the both of them on the porch. Pushing his hair from his face, the younger man took William's book and placed it upside down on the table so he wouldn't lose his place. "Come on. It's cooler inside."

William frowned at that, then glanced at the sun high up on the sky. "An hour ago...? Ah but it can't be. If it... Then I'd be hungry by now and..." He paused to think, then shrugged. "Well actually I think I am a little hungry. Fine, you win, boy, let's go try that salad of yours. Although it's not really cooler in there. I tried earlier, and it's easier to sit reading out here. Here you at least get the wind to cool things down a bit."

Hugue smiled a little as he walked back inside, pitcher of lemonade in tow. "It would be much cooler inside if you'd remember to shut the front door properly from time to time..."

Following in after the younger man, William found himself yawning. The heat was making him tired. "Bah. It's not my fault if the door doesn't shut properly," he replied. "Not my house. Besides, I haven't been going in and out that much." He had to admit that the fans inside the house did make the air cooler. "So. That salad of yours?"

Making his way into the kitchen, the swordsman placed the foggy pitcher on the small table and opened the door of the refrigerator. He pulled out two large bowls of fresh salad out and placed them on the table as well, the bottle of salad dressing following. "There's more in the refrigerator." This being said, Hugue pulled a couple of clean glasses from the cabinet and poured them both some lemonade before taking a seat.

"Lovely," the Professor replied, studying his salad for a moment. It looked quite refreshing, and he tried some, then smiled. "Mm, quite good. Well, you made it..." He grinned and started eating, noticing that he had in the end been quite hungry.

"There's a plate of watermelon as well, should you want any." Hugue took a small bite of his own salad and drank a sip of cold lemonade after it. In all honesty, he wasn't really all that hungry himself. The heat combined with snitching bites as he prepared the meal took the edge off his appetite considerably, but he continued to eat to have an excuse to sit at the table with William.

The older man nodded and mumbled something unclear as a response before continuing to eat his salad. It was cool and made him feel a little less tired than before, and he finished without attempting to make any conversation, which was rare for him. "Very good salad," he said, taking a sip from his glass. The lemonade was refreshing as well, and William's mood was getting even better. "So... any plans for the afternoon? I was planning on making more notes for my literature class."

The blond shrugged and nibbled slowly on a bit of crab meat, resting his chin on his palm and enjoying the cool air blowing from the small electric fan on the counter. "Not really... might practice a little tonight when it's not so hot outside."

"It'll get cooler soon," William replied, confident in his words. "This is Albion, dear boy. It might start raining in a few hours and nobody would think that's anything out of ordinary. Well then, I'm done with this for now. Thank you, Hugue." He smiled as he stood and stepped away from the table, then stopped to stare at the fan on the counter. He considered dragging one of the things outside, but then again, there was the wind... "Well, I'll be outside reading if you need me."

Hugue nodded and rose as well, placing his hardly touched bowl into the fridge and washing up the other empty one. Once he finished cleaning up the mess, the younger man picked up the pitcher again and stepped out the front door. He placed the pitcher back on the table next to the hammock and wandered off the porch quietly to make his way towards the shore only a short walk away. The ocean was a little warm, but gradually got cooler one Hugue got hip deep. Sighing in mild relief, he stepped out farther and basked in the coolness of the deeper water in comparison to the sweltering heat.

The class notes William had picked up were forgotten the moment he happened to turn his gaze to follow the younger man. He placed the book he had been planning on reading back down and watched the blond walk into the sea out of amusement. It was, in the end, quite a pretty sight, and a lot more interesting than his book. "Watch it, boy, this is Albion. The water's not that warm!" He called to the swordsman. "If you stay there too long, you'll get sick!" Well, Hugue's cybernetics weren't a problem, at least, he proudly thought as he watched the younger man. He had made sure any environmental effects wouldn't cause problems when crafting them.

Hugue sighed a little and submerged himself in the chilly spray entirely before rising back up and flicking his wet hair from his face. It would be a real pain to scrub all the salt and sand from his hair after this, but for now the blond wasn't concerned about it. Casting a glance over his shoulder as he stood again, the swordsman nodded slightly in the direction of the porch to acknowledge what William had said, then settled for floating peacefully, swimming in the direction of the shore from time to time.

The older man ended up taking a comfortable position in the hammock, one that allowed him to watch the sea, not that he had been interested in the sea itself. He reached to the table and picked up his pipe, working on it for a moment before searching for matches. He then settled to watching Hugue, thankful of the shade of the porch. It wasn't as hot as it sometimes got in Rome during the summer, but today was still way above usual Albion temperatures.

About twenty minutes passed before the younger man grew a little bored with swimming and dragged himself to shore. The odd contrast of chilly ocean water then the shock of heat on his skin made Hugue frown as he padded across the sand to the front porch. Once there, he tossed his wet hair across his shoulder and wrung out the wet locks before licking his lips and reaching for William's lemonade to wash the gritty, salty taste from his mouth.

"I told you to not stay there for too long," William scolded his student, not that he had managed to sound angered. He was feeling too comfortable for that, and the sight of the younger man standing there all wet certainly wasn't helping. "This is not Rome. Warmer there and all..."

Hugue tipped his head back to drain the glass, swallowing the drink and some of the ice as well. His wet hair hit the back of his thighs briefly during the act before he lowered the empty glass and set it back down. Sucking slowly on a particularly large chunk of ice, the swordsman climbed onto the hammock again and managed to get the Professor's shirt damp in some spots when he brushed against him. "Wasn't out there for too long."

"Hey, watch it, boy. I'll get all wet," William complained, attempting to move away, which wasn't too possible since he had been lying down and now Hugue was partly on top of him. "And you were. Seemed like a long time to me, at least. I had time to smoke and, well..." He stopped to think, but he couldn't really continue from that. After all, he hadn't been doing anything outside smoking and watching Hugue.

Fingers plucked out the slightly smaller piece of ice from between Hugue's lips as he swallowed and ran it across his lips. Licking his mouth again, the blond was relieved to find that the salty taste had faded, and he slipped the ice back in his mouth again. Shrugging, he leaned back as much as he could and ran a hand across his throat to swipe away some of the water that was tickling his skin. "It's not a problem."

"What, me getting wet?" The older man frowned a little, then stared at the blond curiously. "How is that not a problem? Fine, I'll have to admit, it's cooling, but..." He trailed off, raising his left hand and drawing his fingers over the swordsman's skin. "Hmm. Your skin feel kind of cool, too," he muttered, narrowing his eyes and tracing over a couple of scars with his fingertips. His mind wandered, but he caught himself and smirked. Considering their present location, trying to start anything wasn't a good idea.

"No, me being out longer than five minutes." Hugue's mouth curved upwards into a small smile when the older man got distracted with touching him. Shifting his weight forward, the blond pressed himself against William under the guise of reaching for his glass and pouring himself some more lemonade. Hugue took his time in moving off of the Professor and took a slow sip of the cold lemonade before drawing his tongue slowly over his lips and squirming his legs open to get more comfortable.

By now William could have sworn the blond was trying to distract him on purpose, but he couldn't figure out for what reason, seeing he wasn't doing anything other than being busy staring at the younger man. "Oh, well, whatever you say," the older man replied, not that he remembered what they had been talking about anymore. "Pour me some of that while at it," he mumbled, feeling thirsty all of a sudden. He had, in the end, forgotten about drinking anything.

Smirking to himself, the younger man drained the glass again and crunched on the ice, leaning forward as he had before to pour the glass full again. Once the glass was filled up to the brim with the cold lemonade, he pulled back slowly to keep from spilling any, ghosting his wet lips over the shell of William's ear as he moved, just for the reaction he might get. Settling the glass in William's hands, the swordsman leaned back again and wiped a bit of sweat from his chest and throat.

The older man froze in place then took the glass, taking a deep breath. The slight touch had almost made him jump, and he couldn't afford that. He muttered something as thanks and took a sip from his glass, then sighed and settled to lie back in the hammock. "Don't do things like that," he said, his gaze wandering on the younger man's half-naked body. "You startled me. I could have ended up on the floor..."

Hugue smirked a bit wider and leaned forward to gently remove the glass from William's hands, placing it on the table before crawling forward carefully and straddling the Professor's lap. Salt water that hadn't yet dried streaked down the swordsman's skin and dampened William's clothes even more as he dipped his head and flicked his tongue against his ear. "Have to be careful then..."

"Very careful all right," the Professor commented, turning his head to the side. Their position wasn't a very convenient one, considering the hammock, and William was wondering if the thing was enough to take the both of their weights in the first place. It had so far, but... "Aheh, Hugue," he muttered. "We shouldn't really, here..." He leaned to kiss the younger man's shoulder, noting that the swordsman's skin tasted a bit salty.

"There's nobody out here watching. Stop whining." The blond caught William's ear in a good, sharp nibble before pulling back and starting in on his neck. One hand slid across the older man's thigh and petted lightly to get his attention.

"No, that's not what I meant," the older man muttered against Hugue's wet hair. "It's not like anyone would come here anyway, the land here is privately owned and, yes, but I meant here." He raised his hands to Hugue's back and stroked his skin absent-mindedly. "We're outside," he continued rambling. "And this really isn't the most stable seat around here and would mind stopping that, it feels quite good."

Dragging the tip of his tongue over William's jugular, the younger man shifted his hand to squeeze teasingly over the front of the Professor's slacks, the other hand sliding up the front of his shirt and unfastening buttons. "Don't care."

William squirmed under the touch, but he was still against doing anything in their location. "All right, that's very much enough," he muttered, pushing his right hand between them and trying to get Hugue's hand away from his crotch. The hammock swayed under their movements, and the Professor stopped for a moment. "Really now, dear boy, this isn't going to work. This thing's going to drop..."

"Let it drop, then," Hugue muttered as he made an ill fated move to kiss the older man. He stiffened a little and cursed as he felt the hammock tip violently to one side and grunted as his back hit the floor hard and William's weight collided with his ribs. After a pause, the blond sucked in a deep breath and wriggled into a less painful position that involved his thighs pressing into the Professor's hips. Smirking, the younger man managed to collect his wits and wriggled a hand back down to the crotch of William's pants. "Well... it dropped."

Even after rambling about it, William hadn't exactly expected to end up on the floor, and he lay still for a moment. "Ow," he muttered. "Bah, at least I got a soft landing. More or less." He gave the younger man a firm glare and shook his head, then leaned in to kiss the blond. "I hope you weren't planning on continuing," he said, glancing down. "Oh. You are." He smirked. "You do realize you're in disadvantage now, though..."

Fingers wound in the older man's hair and dragged his head down for another kiss. After a moment, the blond managed to get the button open on the front of William's trousers and slipped his hand inside the gap to fondle him. "Hmmph." The swordsman's free hand snuck up to pat discretely on top of the table as he rubbed at William's front. One he found what he'd been searching for, he smiled and dumped the icy contents of his half empty glass of lemonade right on the older man's back. "Disadvantage?"

"Agh!! Hugue, darn it..." The older man pushed Hugue's hand away and ripped the drenched shirt away, muttering something not too nice under his breath. He glared at the younger man then grabbed his wrist, stopping the hand that was caressing him. "All right, young man, now you made me angry. I'm not up for this." He pulled the younger man's hand away and got up with some difficulty. "That was mean, you know. And now I need another shirt."

Hugue frowned deeply and stared up at the older man from where he was sprawled. Letting the empty glass roll to the side, the blond reached out quickly with one hand and wrapped his fingers around William's calf, turning his head to press his lips to the curve just beneath the protruding ankle bone. His fingers rubbed gently at the back of the Professor's knee as he nibbled on his heel before starting in on a toe. "I'm sorry, Master..."

At first, William considered pulling away, but he found himself frozen in place and staring at the blond, curious. Under normal circumstances he couldn't imagine Hugue on the floor in front of anyone, but this... "Are you, now?" He mused, smiling a bit. "That was quite a nasty thing to do, so I expect some compensation should you want to sleep in the bed tonight..."

Hugue couldn't help but smirk a little at that, and pulled away from nibbling at the top of William's foot. Compensation... he could do that, yes. Rising onto his hands and knees, the swordsman lowered his upper torso just enough to reach his teacher's other foot and flicked his tongue out over his anklebone. Loose water dripped from the ends of Hugue's hair and trailed down the deep curve in his back, puddling just above the waist of his swim trunks. In this position, he couldn't do much with his hands, as they were occupied with bracing his weight on the floor, but that soon changed once he rose up higher and nipped lightly at the unfastened crotch of the older man's slacks.

The older man shook his head, but he couldn't keep himself from grinning. "Still at it, hmm..." He said, appearing as uninterested as he could, not that his expression could fool anyone. He reached to pet the younger man's hair, finding it damp. He had to consider himself quite lucky, as he really couldn't imagine there being anyone else in the world who Hugue would ever kneel before. "I still haven't decided should I let you do that or not, you know."

One eyebrow crept up slowly and the blond shrugged a little, bringing his hands up to the back of William's thighs as he allowed his mouth to rove a little higher. Hugue's teeth scraped just at the older man's navel and he dipped his tongue in briefly before moving back down to suck on his hipbone.

William continued to idly caress the younger man's wet hair while standing there and observing what the blond was up to. It certainly seemed Hugue meant it when saying sorry, if the swordsman's actions were any indication. That, or Hugue was just determined to get sex. "Hmm. Still not sure..."

Blinking at that, the blond's brows furrowed a little as he pulled away, then moved his hands to brace himself on the floor of the porch again. Hugue's damp hair fell into his face and puddled on the wooden floorboards as he knelt and resumed pressing kisses to the tops of his mentor's feet. Hm, maybe he'd made William angrier than previously thought...

"Okay, enough of that, that tickles," the Professor said with a gentle voice. He knelt down and took the younger man's face into his hands. "Get up, darn it, boy. Can't really stay angry at you when you're so... Whatever that's supposed to be." He glanced around the porch and sighed. "Can't we at least go inside? I still don't think doing anything here is a good idea."

Climbing up from the floor, the blond nodded a little before leaning in to nibble on the older man's ear. "Inside then. It's cooler in there anyway." Feeling a little smug, Hugue turned on his heel and headed inside, not bothering to fix the door behind him. Lucky that William had a fan sitting on the nightstand next to the bed...

Doing anything outside in the middle of the day might have been something William wasn't willing to get into, but once they were past the door, he looked around, a thoughtful smirk on his face. When they had done anything it had been in bed, and he was curious to see how well other parts of the house served for the purpose. "Well then, we're inside," he said, catching Hugue around the waist and pulling him close. He raised his hand to grab the blond by the hair and dragged him in for a kiss.

All thoughts of the fan next to the bed flew from the swordsman's mind as he responded to the kiss. One hand gripped the Professor by the back of the neck as the other snuck back down and resumed it's former position in the front of William's gaped slacks. Hugue couldn't help but smirk a little into the liplock as he rubbed leisurely with his occupied hand. It wasn't often that his Master was too impatient to make it to a bed.

Standing there wasn't William's favorite approach to what they were going to end up doing either, so he glanced to his side, catching the sight of the couch there, and edged to that direction, dragging the younger man with him. He moved his hand to the front of the swordsman's swimming trunks and worked to get rid of them. The good thing about summer was that neither of them were wearing much, even if the Professor did enjoy undressing his student.

The swim trunks were ridiculously easy to get off, as the drawstring had been loosened by all the previous activity, and Hugue squirmed to get them to fall at his feet and kicked them aside. He frowned momentarily as his legs bumped the couch and he swerved a little bit before simply allowing himself to fall splayed on the cushions. Crawling onto the furniture completely, the younger man peered up at William before grabbing him by the hips and dragging him down with him.

"Much better," the older man muttered, finding a comfortable position on top of his student, then proceeding to nibble on the blond's neck. Their location still wasn't perfect, but it was better than outside, even if they were still missing certain things. The swordsman's skin tasted a little salty, and William grinned to himself, finding it amusing. With the swimming trunks out of the way, he slipped his hand onto the younger man's crotch, fondling him skillfully.

Hugue turned his head to the side to give William more access and wriggled against the hand squeezing his groin. Chewing on his lip, the blond petted his fingers across his teacher's back, finding that the skin was a little sticky there from the lemonade. He smirked and let his hand dip lower to rub at William's lower back, thighs squeezing the older man's waist.

Even with the fans around, the inside of the house still ended up feeling quite warm with today's heat, and the Professor made a mental note about them both needing a shower once they were done. Then again, they would both need a shower anyway... He smirked and advanced lower on the younger man's chest, stopping to lick on a nipple while wrapping his fingers around the swordsman's erection and stroking a little harder.

A shallow line creased Hugue's forehead and he rocked his hips into William's fist for a moment before stopping himself abruptly. Continuing to chew on his lip, he moved his hand again and resumed fondling the Professor in turn. A few beads of sweat formed on his brow and Hugue reached up with his free hand to wipe it away.

William frowned, raising his head and looking around in the room. They were still lacking something, and right now, not having all his clothes on turned to be a disadvantage. "Need oil," he muttered, moving away and taking another look around. "Stay," he ordered, moving over to a suitcase of his that was lying on a chair by the wall. It was full of papers and whatnot, but he was certain he had something in there. "Ah... There we go!" He grinned victoriously as he found a small bottle from one of the side pockets. He moved back to the couch and kissed the blond.

Hugue returned this kiss with fervor and gave William an odd look as he pulled his legs back and settled for nibbling on his collarbone. "You keep oil in your briefcase...?"

"Why, yes," the older man replied while opening the bottle. "Never know when I need some! Considering, well, never know when you come home and all that..." He paused his rambling and kissed the blond again, caressing the swordsman's face with his fingertips before drawing his hand down the younger man's body, returning to what he had been doing earlier.

Hugue caught the Professor's lower lip between his teeth and writhed under William's hand. His brows knit together and his hands wrapped in William's hair as the younger man resumed rocking his hips up to meet his teacher's hand.

"This is going to take some effort," William muttered, placing another kiss on the younger man's lips. "Should've gone to bed after all." It was too late to worry about their location, and even if doing anything on the couch wasn't going to be that easy. He frowned, forced to pause his caresses to mess with the oil. He got some on his hand soon though and returned his other hand to the blond's crotch while pressing his fingers between the swordsman's legs. "Relax now?"

The younger man squirmed and pulled his legs back even further as he fidgeted and forced his muscles to relax. Wiping his face, Hugue gritted his teeth and wrapped his arms around William's back, allowing his legs to splay open wider. The heat combined with the warm weight of the older man on top of him made the blond wish the fan on the counter was closer, or at least pointed in their direction...

Their current position made things a little difficult since he couldn't lean on anything for support, and William pulled back, sitting between the younger man's feet and continuing what he was doing there. "Shouldn't be doing this on a hot day like this..." He smiled and patted the swordsman's thigh, then leaned down to kiss the tip of Hugue's erection.

Sighing, Hugue fell still and watched William from half lidded eyes. The older man didn't seem to be in any rush to get on with things... "Heat making you lazy?"

"No, it's making me feel too hot," William replied, looking up at the blond. "And hot makes me wish the fan was a little closer, that's all. That and it makes me want a shower, and quiet about anyone being lazy if you want me to do anything here." He drew his fingertips over the swordsman's thigh and petted him a bit, deliberately taking his time now.

Hugue snorted and frowned, wriggling and attempting to regain the older man's wavering attention. He was hot too, and sticky from sea salt and sweat. And here they were, on the couch instead of in a nice, cool shower... and William still wanted to tease. It figured... "Hmph...

The Professor continued his slow caresses for a moment, but he then muttered something under his breath and stopped to stare at Hugue for a moment. "Enough of this bloody..." He trailed off, forces to wipe a few beads of sweat from his forehead. He removed his fingers and grabbing the oil bottle again to add it on his own erection. The heat was making him grumpy, and the blond acting all impatient didn't help things either. He needed to get on with things before getting too frustrated and just forgetting about the whole thing. "Well, boy, want something or not?"

"Been waiting for half an hour," Hugue hissed as he writhed underneath William's weight, torn between shoving him off for his attitude or reversing their positions and taking his penance out in a different way.

"Bah hasn't been that long," William muttered while shifting his position and taking a hold of the swordsman's waist. The heat frustrated him more than he realize, which was unusual for him and his endless patience. "All right now, boy..." Positioning himself between the younger man's left on the couch was still awkward, but he managed after a moment and pressed in. "...Guh..."

Growling, the blond tossed up one leg over William's shoulder and slid his foot down the his back, wrapping the other one limberly around his waist. The odd angle wasn't exactly the most comfortable one, but it made the act a bit easier and opened him up wider, certainly. As hot and aroused as he was, he was still highly irritated at the Professor, and still wasn't sure he'd feel any more pleased afterwards either.

It sure didn't appear William was any more happy with the situation, but he did manage a smirk as he looked at the younger man. "You sure can be a pain sometimes, boy," he told the blond, pressing into him in a slower pace than Hugue would most likely have preferred. William wasn't in any condition to get things done too fast, though, as the room feeling hot was draining his energy.

The last word was added in almost as an afterthought and the younger man huffed and squirmed uncomfortably, biting his teacher's shoulder a bit harder than necessary and flicked his hips forward.

"Ow, darn it..." The Professor stopped moving for a second and glared at the younger man. "You want me to finish anything here, you don't do that," he ordered before thrusting into the blond a little rougher than was needed. "Really should've gone to bed..." He muttered, grabbing the back rest for support.

"Then try picking it up a little faster than a snail's pace on sandpaper, old man." The blond growled again and tightened his legs around the older man and gritted his teeth, scowling up at him even as he attempted to press closer and get him deeper inside.

William stared at the blond for a second, then started laughing. "Oh no you don't," he then told him, giving his student quite an annoyed look. "It's hot and you wanted to start doing this nonetheless! You keep your mouth shut, or else." It wasn't like him at all to just start bickering back at Hugue's comments, as usually he would have just ignored them. If it came to words, he'd win, but there was just something about today. The weather most likely, he decided as he moved against the younger man again a lot more roughly usual.

"You're the one who pushed me on the couch," He repeated, grinding his teeth against the discomfort of William's unusual roughness, but refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing it hurt. "Or else..." Hugue snorted and his nails raked down William's shoulder when he thrust too sharply to make it overly pleasant. "Or else you'll sulk and ignore me until our time here is up and I have to leave."

"Bah," the older man muttered as a reply. "That' sounds like something you'd do. Not me." He gritted his teeth, ignoring the slight pain on his shoulder. Having to concentrate more on what he was doing took the levels of his movements to normal, though, and he continued for a while. "But you know," he said, leaning to place a quick kiss on the swordsman's lips and smiling at him. "Our time? You make this sound like some bloody darned honeymoon."

The deep frown on the blond's face relaxed slightly when he was kissed, and he nearly sighed in relief when the older man corrected his pace and it didn't hurt any more. Glaring half-heartedly up at the Professor, the swordsman made a small, dismissive noise and reached down to touch himself, since William wouldn't. Honeymoon... hmph, it was the closest he would ever get. The strange thought made the corners of his mouth soften and turn up ever so slightly.

With the arguing over - for now at least - the Professor managed to calm down to his usual demeanor. The warmth of the air in the room did make him a little dizzy, but he was beyond caring. Hugue's skin felt warm, and kissing the younger man's neck, he noted the hint of salt again. "You so need a shower," he whispered, nibbling on the blond's earlobe.

"Hark... who's talking... you're sticky." Hugue shuddered and tightened his grip on himself, writhing underneath William's weight and chewing on his lip to keep quiet. A trickle of sweat ran down his cheek and he shivered again, attaching his mouth to his teacher's jaw and scattering nibbles along it's curve.

The older man grabbed the blond by the jaw and glared at him, smirking. He then kissed him. "Sticky," he said. "Because you decided the lemonade is good for showers. I think I'd prefer a normal one, but doesn't matter when... One is needed soon... anyway... grah..." He paused to take a few deep breaths. Keeping his movements controlled was not easy, and he was getting more exhausted than usual. "Should finish this..."

Hugue's mouth quivered into a small grin at the memory and the hand wrapped around his length sped up it's movements, making his brows knit tight and his breath to become raspy. "It... was worth the look on your face...!" The climax took him by surprise, and he didn't even have the time to make a noise as he shivered and fell limp, hand sticky and wet.

"Was it... now?" William muttered, then laughed weakly as he noticed Hugue reaching his limit. He muttered something inaudible and continued for another couple of thrusts, which by now was all he needed. He gritted his teeth and managed to keep quiet as he came. He slumped on top of the younger man afterwards, breathing heavily. "Ack, so hot..." He complained, not feeling too comfortable. "Bath..."

"Agreed..." Shaking his head weakly, the younger man nudged at William with his hip and squirmed. "The heat really did make you lazy..."

It took the Professor some effort to move away, but he managed after a moment and shook his head. "No it didn't, it's making me tired. Bah... Should go take a nap. Right after cleaning up though. Come along, no point sitting here. Need to get you washed."

Hugue managed to drag himself off of the couch with no little amount of effort and stood straight, running the back of his hand over his face and making a face at the uncomfortable heat and the sticky mess of sweat, salt water and other...things on his skin.

The older man looked at his student and smirked, then shook his head and laughed. "Well," he said, patting the younger man's arm. "Less annoyed now I hope?" He leaned closer and pressed a light kiss on the blond's lips before wandering to the bathroom's direction. A nice cool bath would help with the heat, and besides... William grinned to himself a little. If Hugue was still annoyed with him, he was offering the blond the chance of getting back at him, and he didn't mind.