The day was hot, horrid. It was hard in this heat, hard to enjoy themselves in the way they normally did. Even when enveloped in the cool waterfall springs, the heat still found a way to eat at the bones. Iwaki tried to push Kato away thinking if he was distant, this unbearable heat would disappear. But he realized, as Kato's hand rolled up his chest, that this heat was something he craved, an addiction that couldn't be satisfied.

So the heat was unbearable, the water was frigid, but neither the neat nor the ice, could stop those sweet caresses.