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Rin shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot as he waited for someone to greet him. He always felt intimidated when he went to a new client's house, the amount of money Rin made in a week barely made a blip in their lives.
Due to this fact a few of his clients felt that they were better than him, treating him like some pathetic little hired help. But he'd have to smile and let it slide because at the end of the day they were his meal ticket. So he kept quiet but felt slightly superior in the knowledge that one day their world would dry up and they'd have nothing to show for it.
"Yes?" A tall, dark man growled, pulling the door open wide.
"Erm, hello." Rin swallowed, taking a step back.
This was definitely not the sweet person he'd spoken to yesterday, how this gruff creature was connected to the adorable guy he met yesterday he wasn't sure but he knew he would not feel comfortable with this man breathing down his back.
"And you are?" He probed, sighing in annoyance at the idiot wasting his day.
"Rin." He told him.
"Right, Rin. Why are you on my property?"
Shit. Rin thought to himself, trust him to go to the wrong house and find the street grump while he was at it.
"Who's at the door?" A soft voice called from behind the solid wall of muscle.
"Rin, apparently." The man provided an answer, Rin was sure he'd be far less intimidating if he could just put a name to the face.
"Rin!" The voice cried in excitement before Rin finally saw him.
Shuffling around the unmoving man Ai appeared, all smiles, worming his way between the tension that was beginning to rise.
"Ai, who is this?" The man asked.
"This is Rin our new pool boy. Rin this is my husband Sousuke." He introduced.
Husband.
Rin frowned slightly at the world, they were the original mismatched couple. Ai, soft, caring, sunny and looked as if he actually walked with a bounce in his step. And Sousuke, sharp, brooding and angry with the world for whatever it had done to piss him off.
"Say hello Sou." Ai instructed, gently nudging the taller man with his elbow.
"Hey Rin." Sousuke rolled his eyes, flashing his husband an 'are you satisfied now look?'
Ai smiled in return and Rin saw it, that glint that Sousuke got in his eye, the only evidence in his mask that he had even the smallest glimmer of feelings. It was in that moment Rin understood how they worked together, Ai brought light to Sousuke's life, made him happy and in return Sousuke showed his softer side when the pair were alone.
Least that's what he assumed.
"Nice to meet you." Rin greeted in return.
And just like that the glint was gone, replaced with a sneer at the sound of the man's voice. Sousuke trailed his eyes up and down Rin, assessing him, judging him, before deciding he wasn't worth his time and walking back into his house with a huff.
"Oh ignore him, I usually do." Ai said with a dismissive wave. "Come in, come in."
Before Rin had a chance to respond he was pulled inside the house by Ai.
It didn't matter how often he found himself inside such luxurious abodes they always took Rin's breath away, amazed at how the other half lived. The grand, open plan rooms, the echo of footsteps as too few people filled the space.
This one was unlike any he'd seen before, it wasn't littered with technology or the latest trends it was more rustic. The theme was pastel, white-washed wood, hearts, candles and wooden slogans.
But as he glanced towards the man still tightly holding his wrist he realised he didn't expect anything less of his home.
"How often do you usually come?" Ai asked, breaking Rin out of his thoughts.
"Every three days is the norm." He explained.
"Could you possibly do every other day? We get a lot of debris." He lied, he just loved the idea of this man bending over his pool on a regular basis.
"Sure, I don't see why not." He agreed.
"Perfect." Ai smiled, leading him into the living room where they encountered Sousuke again.
Rin had to stifle a laugh as Ai dropped his hold on his wrist and walked over to the man, swatting at his legs until he dutifully removed them from on top of the coffee table. Despite his size it was clear to see who ruled the roost in this marriage.
"Can I get you a drink Rin?" Ai questioned, scuttling around the sofa and back to the red-heads side.
"He's just here to do a job." Sousuke complained.
"Shut up grumpy." He laughed, ruffling his hair.
"Sod off." He grumbled, hissing slightly as Ai's hold tightened, clenching strands between fingers.
"Excuse me?" He scolded, leaning down so his head was next to his husbands.
"Sorry." He winked.
"You better be." He managed to say before Sousuke surged forward and pressed their lips together.
Ai knew he should pull away, considering poor Rin was stood less than a foot away, but as Sousuke's tongue trailed along his lips he knew he could never deny his husband. He moaned slightly as he felt touches ghost down his back, squeezing firmly on his ass.
His body jerked from the touch, begging that Rin had the sense to look away, especially as Sousuke sought out skin to skin contact by slipping his hand inside his trousers and boxers. The taller man sighed in satisfaction as he felt the bare cheek fit perfectly into his large hands.
"What time's your meeting?" Ai asked between kisses, gasping as a finger found its way between his cheeks and towards his hole.
"I should probably get ready soon." Sousuke whispered.
He let his finger dance around Ai's tight muscle, smirking at the soft whimpers escaping his husband's lips that he tried so hard to keep inside.
He cast a glance towards the annoying pool boy, whose gaze seemed to be anywhere but on the couple. Sousuke was glad, he needed to be reminded of his place. He wasn't stupid, he'd seen that flash in those red eyes when Ai had arrived, pure lust, plain and simple. But Ai was his, always would be, and nobody was allowed to even look at him, let alone touch him.
"Okay." Ai spoke up, pulling Sousuke's focus back. "But make sure you hurry back."
Gracefully, Ai disentangled himself from Sousuke's hold, a smug grin on his face telling the other man there would be plenty of treats in store for him when he returned home from work.
"Right." Ai flushed, slightly breathless as he turned back to Rin. "A drink?"
"Sure." He nodded, desperate to get out of the room, the sexual tension inside it seemed to have tripled within the last few minutes.
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Ai stared shamelessly at Rin from behind as he made the drinks, he was sat at the kitchen counter, leaning forward and waiting patiently. His shirt clung to his back, highlighting the perfect body that was hidden underneath, stretching slightly around the biceps that bulged under the weight of his resting head. Ai bit his lip as he looked at his ass, not even an ounce of fat on it, pure muscle, pert and completely edible.
He jumped slightly as he heard the kettle boil, turning towards the device as the steam rose through the air, hoping he could blame his pink cheeks on that.
After making both cups Ai realised that Rin had barely moved an inch since he stepped foot in the kitchen, for a moment he worried Sousuke had made him feel so unwelcome that he was just waiting until he got to work. But after following his gaze he soon understood that uncomfort wasn't the reason he was frozen it was something far saucier.
"Oh god." Ai whispered as he noticed the picture that had caught his attention.
It was a canvas print that always made Ai blush, he'd been teased mercilessly by Makoto and Nagisa when it first went up but Sousuke had insisted he loved seeing it every time he had his morning cup of coffee.
It was taken on one of their many holidays, this particular shot of the time they'd rented out a private villa in Cyprus. The picture itself wasn't too bad, it was of Ai perched on a sun lounger, fruity cocktail in his hand and wide slightly drunk smile on his face despite it being before lunchtime – they were on holiday after all.
What bothered Ai about it was what he was wearing, or more accurately the lack of what he was wearing. Being the only people in the villa they had spent most of the holiday naked and behaving like horny, uncontrollable teenagers and Ai had loved every minute of it. But that didn't mean he wanted evidence up in his house for all to see.
Sousuke had protested that thanks to a strategically bent leg nothing indecent of Ai was actually showing so therefore there was no reason for them not to place it. The argument had lasted a few days before Sousuke got bored and put the picture up anyway, far too high for Ai to get back down and it had stuck.
In the end Ai had got used to having it around and soon forgot about it, at least until his pool boy seemed completely mesmerised by it as if it were a fine piece of art rather than a cheap shot from a boozy holiday.
"Sorry about that." Ai apologised, placing the drink in front of Rin. "Sometimes I forget that it's there."
"It's fine." Rin blushed, staring down at the drink in front of him.
"I tried to fight it but Sou's extremely stubborn. He always gets his way in the end." He laughed, tone tender despite his words.
"Right." He nodded, taking a gulp from his tea. "Maybe I should see the pool?"
"Oh, of course!" He exclaimed, scuttling across the kitchen towards two large French doors.
He pushed both open and straight away the humid air seeped in, a fight between outside and the air conditioner soon broke out so strongly that neither man would be surprised if a mini tornado broke out.
"Come on Rin." Ai grinned over his shoulder before slipping out the doors, the bright outside surrounding his figure, the light soon engulfed him and he practically disappeared from sight.
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"Wow." Rin breathed.
"Yeah, it's rather large." Ai admitted sheepishly.
Large wasn't quite the word Rin was searching for, he'd seen his fair share of huge pools, that didn't shock him, it was the extravagance of the pool that surprised him.
The sandy coloured slabs that surrounded the pool made you think you could almost be at a beach with the clearest sea ever, the gradual decline into the water rather than steps only added to the illusion. The pool stretched right to the furthest boundary of the garden where it was met with an infinity edge, making it look as if you could swim right out into the sea that the whole house overlooked.
In the centre of the pool was a decked area, framed by a square structure with flowing, white curtains hanging it from it. Two sun loungers were situated there, an umbrella placed in the middle, no doubt to protect Ai's fair skin.
At the edge of the pool was a rectangular hot tub, with one low lip that allowed overflow hot, bubbly water to drift into the pool. Judging by the couple, Rin assumed that the hot tub was the part that received the most action, if the number of empty champagne glasses that littered the edge was anything to go by.
"It's not too much is it?" Ai asked, slightly worried that Rin would turn him down.
"No, it's fine. I can handle it. It might take a couple of hours though." He explained.
"Perfect!" He gushed, the more he could have Rin around the better, considering despite all his talk Sousuke didn't seem to be working any less.
"Ai!" A deep voice shouted, both men looking towards Sousuke as he ducked out into the garden.
"Yes?" He replied as he walked towards them.
Gone was his casual wife beater and sweats, replaced by a dark suite and crisp white shirt. Making him look both mouth-watering to Ai and terrifying to Rin.
"I'm off to work now." He told him.
"Oh, okay." Ai pouted.
It was clear to see that the pout was an act as Ai pulled on his tie to bring Sousuke down to his level in order to him a tender, goodbye kiss. The sweet moment only lasted seconds before the taller man hiked his husband off the ground and deepened the kiss. Rin averted his eyes as the pair's passion rung in his ears, clearly they were one of those couples.
"Bye." Sousuke whispered, placing him back on the tiled floor.
"See you soon." Ai flushed.
"Nice meeting you Rin." He lied, Rin could tell it was only to get a proud smile out of his husband at his supposedly hospitable attitude.
"You too." Rin waved as he walked back inside.
"So, are you free this afternoon?" Ai asked.
"Yeah." Rin replied, raising his eyebrow.
"Do you think you could start today then? I've practically gagging to get in the water." He complained.
"Sure, let me just get my things from the van." He said, pointing towards the house.
"You're a star." Ai called after him as he went in the same direction as his husband, taking extra time to appreciate the view of his retreating form.
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"Ah, Rin. Let's have a little chat, shall we?" Sousuke asked, but his tone implied there was no room for debate.
"Sure." Rin nodded, walking over to where Sousuke leant against his car – sleek, sharp and stylish just like the man himself. "What's on your mind?"
"Just remember, at the end of the day, I'm the one who funds your pay check." He said in a bored tone.
"Alright." He agreed, not really sure what his point was beyond asserting his dominance.
"So don't piss me off yeah?" He grinned, maliciously.
"And how would I do that?" He asked, Rin knew he was pushing his luck but he couldn't help himself. Sousuke rubbed him up the wrong way.
"I think you know." He said, standing up again. He towered over Rin now but he refused to be intimated by this over inflated alpha male any more.
"Do enlighten me." He encouraged.
"Ai." Sousuke growled.
He took a step forward and instinctively Rin stepped back, Sousuke smirked at the action, despite all his cockiness he still knew his place.
"Don't even think about going near him. You're just the help, capiche?" He asked, gently tapping Rin's cheek.
Without waiting for a response Sousuke folded into his car and revved out of the drive, car crunching against the gravel as he drove. Once he was far enough away Rin flicked him the finger, feeling immensely satisfied with the childish action.
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Ai sighed blissfully as he watched Rin working, sweat dripping down his back, red hair pulled back into a pony but a few bangs escaping. Occasionally he would stand up and brush them out his eyes in an action that had Ai practically squirming in his seat.
"Hello Ai!" A gentle voice called out, capturing Ai's attention.
He glanced towards the sound and saw Makoto letting himself into the garden – he stupidly gave the code out for his gate to both his best friends, a certain blonde friend taking advantage of this knowledge.
"Hello Mako." He waved enthusiastically. "Oh, and Haru."
He smiled as Makoto's stoic husband followed close behind, it was his week off after all and he was never far from Makoto at this time.
"How are you?" Makoto asked, pulling up a chair at the table Ai was sat at and helping himself to the fruit in the middle of the table.
"Fabulous." He sighed, the couple glancing towards the man who had obviously captured his attention.
"Who's that?" Haruka questioned bluntly.
"That's Rin, our new pool boy." He explained, blushing slightly at being caught staring.
"Shouldn't let a stranger touch your water." Haruka warned, Makoto lovingly rolling his eyes.
"Oh it's no matter Haru." Ai dismissed him with a hand wave. "Besides look how beautiful he is."
Haruka glanced towards the red head before looking away completely blasé. Makoto, on the other hand, was far more impressed, he titled his head to one side as he eyed up the man. Eyebrows raising in appreciation as he wiped his sweat soaked brow.
"Stunning right?" Ai questioned, leaning closer towards Makoto.
The man could only nod mutely in response, Haruka scoffing loudly and managing to break his husband out of his trance.
"You should get a pool boy too Mako." Ai gushed. "Give you some entertainment while Haru is out training all day."
"I think I might have to." Makoto joked but it left Haruka unimpressed.
He abruptly pushed himself from the table, the scratch of wood against tiles even catching Rin's attention on the other side of the garden, who up until this person point was unaware anyone else was in the garden.
"Come on Makoto, we're going home." He announced, leaving before his husband could protest.
"Haru! I was only kidding." He called after him but it fell on deaf ears.
"Sorry." Ai apologised, he knew Haruka had a tendency to get a little jealous from time to time – or a lot jealous all the time – but he still should have known better than to push it.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault he can be over sensitive at times." He shrugged, standing up as well. "Sorry to leave so soon."
"It's fine." Ai assured as Makoto quickly followed after him.
Ai felt slightly guilty as he watched the pair leave, at least until Rin walked up to the table to grab the water he'd left there. He soon forgot all about the quarrelling pair as he found himself face to face with Rin's firm, glistening chest.
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"Oh god… Uh." Makoto moaned, hips bucking off the bed as Haruka pressed a lube covered finger against that sweet spot deep inside himself.
"Say my name." Haruka whispered, slipping another inside.
He knew that his joke earlier about the pool boy hadn't been well received, even in the bedroom he could see the jealous glint in Haruka's eye. But at this point he couldn't bring himself to care, he was enjoying himself far too much.
"Say it!" He demanded, biting down on Makoto's nipple.
"Ah!" He cried out. "Haru… Feels so good."
Each one of Makoto's moans, every pleasured whisper, every excited gasp, stroked Haruka's ego. Only he could elicit such responses from Makoto, could make him hard from just his words, make him leak against his own chest just using his fingers.
"I need to be inside you." Haruka whispered.
"Do it." He urged, pressing back on the fingers inside him, forcing them deeper.
Makoto blindly reached next to him at the bedside table, hoping to find the condoms he knew Haruka kept there.
"No." Haruka shook his head, gently taking Makoto's hand. "I need to feel you."
Makoto knew he was buttering him up, using sensual words to disguise all he wanted really was to come inside. But it worked every time, he could never resist Haruka's intensity.
"Okay." He agreed.
Reaching down, Makoto pulled Haruka's hands free, moaning along with the wet, slick sound of the digits slipping out. With a grin Haruka lined himself up with his entrance, picking up his legs and balancing them on his shoulder. He poured more lube on his hand and spread it over his dick, his head nudging Makoto's hole with each stroke.
"Ready?" He asked, he always asked. Makoto found it positively endearing.
"I'm always ready." He whispered, pulling down Haruka's face to his own.
Lips met in a clash of tongues, heavy breathing out their noses as the muscles danced, hotly, wetly. Haruka pulled back and licked at Makoto's lips, lapping up their combined salvia that had pooled thanks to their eager kisses.
Makoto gasped as Haruka pushed inside, filling him up to the brim with his thick, hard cock. Neither moved, basking in the moment that they were connected, closer than they could ever be, too bodies in perfect harmony.
Haruka slowly began rolling his hips, groaning at the feeling of Makoto's heat squeezing and stretching around his length, adjusting to accommodate him.
"More Haru." Makoto begged, Haruka knowing straight away what he was asking for.
Tilting his hips to that perfected angle he pushed inside again, Makoto screaming as the head of his cock touched that bundle of nerves, pounding it as they both grew closer to their orgasm.
Desperate for release, Makoto reached down for his own hard dick, red with arousal. He timed his strokes with Haruka's thrusts, moaning wantonly until his hands were slapped away.
"Don't touch yourself." Haruka scolded him.
"I need to come, please Haru." He whined.
"I'll take care of you." He promised. "I always do."
He brought up his hand up to Makoto's face and gently stroked, a loving smile passing his face at his husbands word. He caressed his soft cheeks and let his thumb linger on his lips, which was soon sucked inside, a warm tongue swirling around the digit, smirking as he felt the dick inside himself twitch.
Haruka's hips began bucking uncontrollably as he grew closer to his release, his stomach tightening.
"Makoto… I'm close." He panted.
"Then come." He said, looking his husband dead in the eye. "Come inside me."
At the sound of the lewd words falling from Makoto's lips he couldn't hold back any longer, with great force he pushed forward, coming deep inside his husband. Makoto cried out as he felt the release splatter against his insides, coating him.
Once he came Haru started thrusting again, watching as the semen bubbled around his now soft cock, seeping out of Makoto's ass with every movement. He loved that sight, as foul as it sounded it reminded him he fully owned that hole, claimed it as his own once again and would continue to do so forever.
"Touch me, please Haru." Makoto begged, still painfully hard against his chest.
"I'll do one better." He smirked, grabbing the lube that had previously been left discarded on the bed.
He squirted some of the liquid onto his hand before spreading it over his fingers, he brought it towards his own entrance and slipped one inside. Makoto moaned as he watched Haruka throw his head back, soft gasps escaping his lips as he rocked on his own finger.
He quickly slipped another one inside and scissoring them apart, desperate to pleasure his own husband.
Once he felt his was loose enough he swung on of his legs over Makoto's hip so he was straddling him. He softly pumped his cock, spreading the pre-come as a natural lubricant, before holding him in position and slowly moving down.
Makoto moaned at the tight heat, he knew Haruka hadn't prepped himself enough but the warmth engulfing him felt so indescribable he wasn't about to complain.
Manoeuvring himself onto his knees, Haruka began pulsing, rising up so Makoto's cock almost slipped out of him before slamming back down.
Makoto knew Haruka was tired from his orgasm but he himself also knew he wouldn't last long, he was so close to his own release. With each bounce Makoto felt his toes curling further, his hips bucking wilder until he shot his loud deep into Haruka.
With a groan Haruka rolled off Makoto and fell onto the bed next to him, both breathing heavily as they came down from their highs.
"That was amazing." Makoto panted. "I love you."
He tilted his head and offered Haruka a soft smile, his eyes fluttering shut in pure contentment.
"Hmm." Haruka hummed, leaning towards his husband.
Instead of replying with the expected phrase he kissed Makoto softly, knowing he was always far better with his actions than his words.
It was tender to start with, quick pecks that soon grew longer and longer until Haruka took the initiative and stroked Makoto's lip with his tongue. Moaning blissfully, Makoto opened his mouth and caressed his husband's tongue, dancing the familiar yet still exciting dance.
Haruka moved closer and Makoto's eyes widened as he felt a firm muscle digging into his side.
"Already?" Makoto asked, pulling away.
"It was having you inside me." He whispered, peppering kisses down his neck. "It turns me on."
With more force than Makoto expected he felt himself being rolled onto his side, back facing to Haruka, pushed forward slightly so his spine arched, ass pressed firmly against the other man's groin.
"You ready for more?" Haruka whispered in his ear, pressing his cock between his cheeks and against his entrance.
With a groan Makoto nodded, gasping as his spent hole was filled once again.
They were both sweaty, sticky from release, limbs slightly aching from the previous session but it didn't stop them. They'd need a shower later, which no doubt would turn one of them on all over again.
It was going to be a long and pleasurable afternoon, and Makoto was looking forward to every second of it.
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Wow that took me an incredibly long time to get a second chapter out :/ I'm extremely sorry!
