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Sousuke quietly walked into his house, holding the door tightly as he slowly shut it in an attempt to remain silent. He didn't want to wake his husband, nothing was worse than a grumpy Ai. It was like any other night he snuck in after a long day of work but yet there was some subtle change, he could almost smell in it in the air.
With a sigh he walked through to the kitchen, the smell of a home cooked meal assaulting his nose almost immediately. He walked over to the bin and flipped up the lid, letting a deep groan escape his lips at the sight of a dinner thrown inside with disgust.
"Christ Ai." Sousuke complained, running his fingers through his hair. "Not again."
He let the lid drop with a clang before heading towards the dining room, his heart sinking as he noticed the laid table, the uncorked wine, the wax melted onto the table in a pool around candles.
"Jesus." He muttered, sinking down onto one of the chairs left out from the table – no doubt from where Ai had rushed off after dinner.
He felt the guilt eating away at him, tearing into his heart, seeping into his blood until he felt cold and numb all over. He didn't know why he did the things he did but he knew he couldn't stop. He loved Ai, he absolutely adored Ai but yet he couldn't control himself.
He wished he could blame it on a poor marriage but that couldn't be further from the truth, they were happy together and he still strayed. And the sex was some of the best Sousuke had ever had, he was more than satisfied by Ai but he still felt this strange pull.
It was the same pull that dragged him towards Ai all those years ago only now it was towards Momotarou.
Momotarou was the opposite of Ai, while Ai was a calming sea where Sousuke could relax and feel completely safe Momotarou was stormy waters that got Sousuke excited and ready for the battle. Ai needed soft and caring love while Momotarou needed it rough and dominating.
He needed the calm, he needed the thrill, he needed them both but he knew he shouldn't. He knew it would break Ai's heart if he ever discovered the truth, if he ever found out he wasn't alone in his husband's heart.
Silently, he stood from his chair and made his way upstairs. Hoping to find his sweet husband at the end of his journey.
…
Sousuke walked into his bedroom and couldn't contain the smile that spread across his lips at the sight of his husband. Ai was face down on the bed, still fully dressed as he snuffled into his pillow – a sign he'd been trying to stay awake to greet his husband.
As stealthily as possible Sousuke climbed onto his bed, placing a knee on either side of Ai's delicate, sleeping frame. He leant forward until his nose was buried deep in the hairs at the base of Ai's neck, inhaling the familiar smell that was his husband. He smelt like happiness, he smelt like memories of good years gone by, he smelt like contentment, he smelt like love.
"Ai." Sousuke whispered, placing soft kisses on his neck.
Beyond a mumble there was no response from Ai, who seemed quite content to sleep through all of these affections. Sousuke decided to step up his game, gently pressing his weight down on his husband, grinding into his pert ass.
"Wake up." Sousuke breathed into Ai's ear, licking around the shell after his words.
Slowly Ai woke, curling his back in a stretch and pressing his cheeks further into Sousuke.
"Sousuke no I'm tired." Ai moaned, but his husband never stopped his thrusting.
Despite the hours spent with Momotarou Sousuke was still awake and after feeling Ai's ass against his crotch there was a part of him very much awake.
"Come on Ai." He urged. "Let me make up for earlier."
"You can make it up to me by letting me sleep." He snapped, purposely moving his head away from Sousuke's lips.
"You can sleep after." He promised, effortlessly lifting his husband off the bed.
Ai lay like a rag doll in his arm, lying over the hold unmoving as Sousuke manoeuvred him out his clothes with one hand.
"You could help a little bit you know?" Sousuke growled as he struggled with the zipper of his jeans.
"Too tired." He whined, but both men know it to be a lie.
Nothing got Ai worked up faster than being manhandled by his husband, being thrown around as if he weighed next to nothing – which in comparison to Sousuke's bulk he did. Eventually Ai was stripped down, hanging naked over Sousuke's arm.
"Now what?" Ai asked, sending a teasing glance over his shoulder.
With a smirk, Sousuke dropped Ai back on the bed, watching with lust as his soft cheeks wobbled as he bounced on the springy mattress. He quickly stripped down from his clothes, throwing them in a heap that the house keeper would no doubt sort out for him in the morning.
Ai moaned as Sousuke pressed soft kisses up his back, starting at the small dimples above his ass until he reached the base of his neck. Ai looked over his shoulder again and Sousuke quickly joined their lips, tongues dancing in passion as he blindly searched for the lube in the bedside table.
"I missed you at work." Sousuke admitted, and it was the truth.
The most enjoyable times at work for him were when Ai had been interning, his bright, smiling face waiting for him after every awful meeting. His soft kiss cheering him up after every stressful meeting. Firm yet relaxing massages as he dealt with angry clients. And the fact that Ai was willing to bend over his desk on a regular basis was an added plus.
"Why didn't you come home early then?" Ai pouted, moving away as Sousuke aimed for another kiss.
"I wish I could have done but I had some stuff I needed to do." Sousuke explained. "I am sorry."
"I guess I forgive you." He sighed, wriggling his bottom to show there was a very easy way for Sousuke to get his forgiveness.
"Really Ai, I am so sorry." He whispered, peppering his face with kisses.
He was sorry, he hated what he did to his husband, he hated the guilt and regret that clutched his heart when he was with Ai only to do it all over again the next day. He was sorry but he knew he would never stop.
"Really, it's okay Sou." Ai giggled as he kissed the sensitive spot behind his ear.
"You know I love you, right?" Sousuke asked.
"Yeah, I know." Ai nodded, in slight confusion.
"And?" He prompted, biting down on Ai's ear lobe.
"And I love you too." He sighed, as if the mere sentence was effort to say.
"Don't be cruel." Sousuke chastised, sitting up on his knees.
"Sorry." Ai apologised with a smile, watching with bated breath as Sousuke opened the bottle of lube and let the substance trickle down his fingers.
He used his thumb to spread the moisture, warming it up in the process. With his clean hand he pulled apart Ai's cheeks, rubbing his finger against the pink, puckered hole. The sensation sent a shiver down Ai's spine, moaning in want for something more.
With a grin at his husbands need, Sousuke pressed one of his lube covered fingers inside, watching as the hole took him in easily, no hint of resistance.
"Hmm." Ai hummed in pleasure as Sousuke pumped his finger in and out of his hole.
He quickly pushed another finger inside, spreading and stretching Ai until was whimpering in pure lust. Slowly, Sousuke brought his face towards his ass, biting the cheek harshly.
"Fuck!" Ai screamed as Sousuke left a possessive mark on his otherwise porcelain skin.
Sousuke pulled back and smirked, he loved the contrast. The harsh red against the pale pink, a small island in a sea, a mark of ownership.
He scissored his fingers inside Ai and watched with want was the hole moved with him, opening and twitching in anticipation of what was to come. Lowering his face again, he slipped his tongue inside, lapping at Ai's heat.
"Jesus." Ai cried into his pillow as fingers and tongues worked him. The digits caressing his prostate while the wet muscle stroked the rim.
Sousuke let another finger enter, loving how Ai would always stretch to accommodate him, on a good day and with a lot of prep Ai could take his whole fist. But he wasn't in the mood for that today, he was far too hard to waste time. He needed to get inside his husband, feel his tight, warmth embracing his dick.
Sousuke pulled away completely, Ai whining at the sudden loss of stimulation. He placed a hand on either side of Ai's head, positioning himself over the smaller body. He felt his breath stutter as Ai licked at the fingers that had once been inside him, tasting the flavoured lube, tasting himself.
Putting his weight onto the hand that Ai was licking, Sousuke reached down and lined his head up with Ai's entrance. He gently stroked the hole, trailing the tip around in a circle but never penetrating only teasing, until his husband was desperate.
"Please Sou, I need you." He begged, looking over his shoulder at the other man with lust glazed eyes.
Ai bit his lip as Sousuke pushed inside, groaning as the heat welcomed him, accepted him. Ai spread his legs so Sousuke could get deeper, moving until his crotch was firmly against his ass.
They froze for a moment, both basking in this feeling. This feeling of fully being together, closer than anyone else was allowed to get, feeling the love and electricity sparking in the air.
Slowly, Sousuke began thrusting, stopping short of that special spot buried deep inside of Ai as he worked on stimulating himself. He knew Ai was turned on, his nerves were on fire from earlier but Sousuke needed to catch up, to come together in ecstasy like only a married couple could.
"More." Ai begged, his cock effortlessly sliding across the silk sheets underneath him with very little friction.
With a quick tilt of his hips, Sousuke thrust in again, burying deep and sending jolts of pleasure through Ai's whole body. The smaller man let out mewls of desire, cries and moans escaping him without his control, it just all felt too good.
Ai adored the feeling of Sousuke above him, pressing down and trapping him, covering his whole body with his wider frame. Although he wasn't weak he always felt a strain when Sousuke was on top but it was a strain he loved, it was possessive, it was demanding, it was sexual. While he loved to ride Sousuke, taking his cock deep inside, he much preferred being pinned underneath his husband.
"Ah, yes!" Ai cried, almost to confirm this thought as Sousuke pounded into him.
Ai longed to reach down and stroke his own cock, time it perfectly with the other man's thrusts but he was rendered immobile. The force of Sousuke's hips against his own held him in place, stopping him from pleasuring himself.
"You want to touch yourself, don't you?" Sousuke asked, hot breath against Ai's ear sending shivers down his spine.
"Yes." He agreed as his husband had effortlessly tapped into his desires. "Please."
"Nope." He declined with a purposeful thrust, holding them both in place as he twitched inside him. "You're going to come from just my cock."
"But Sou… Ah!" He cried as Sousuke bite down on his shoulder, another possessive bright mark.
He carried on thrusting, teeth still tightly clamped down on Ai's skin as he moved uncontrollably with the motion. Tears seeped from Ai's eyes at the pain but he loved it, letting Sousuke's animalistic side draw blood as the bite sunk deeper.
Ai's fingers curled into his pillows, tightly gripping as he howled with pleasure each time Sousuke hit his mark. Sousuke's deep grunts providing a backing track for Ai's high pitched squeals, both coming together in perfect harmony.
"I'm gonna come." Ai gasped, his cock leaking onto the once clean sheets underneath his body.
"I'm almost there baby." Sousuke groaned. "Wait for me."
Ai tried to hold back but as wave after wave of pleasure washed over his body he realised it was useless, his toes curled and he knew he couldn't stop himself.
"I can't." Ai cried, curling his back until his head was resting against Sousuke's shoulder.
He came across the bed, the heat mixing with his sweat until the sheets stuck to his chest. His walls constricted, massaging Sousuke's cock in a way that had his husband's body juddering until he came deep into Ai. The warmth filling him up to the brim as Sousuke thrust until the last of his jolts.
They lay in the same position for a while, both panting as sweat dried on their bodies until Sousuke rolled away, staring at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath.
He glanced over at his husband to see him watching him, still lying face down but now hugging his pillow with a content smile on his face. The moonlight was slipping through the curtains and highlighting Ai's body in slithers that was still blushed red from the pleasure. In short he looked stunning.
"Get over here." Sousuke smiled, laying his arm across the bed in invitation.
With a giggle, Ai shuffled across the bed, resting his head on Sousuke's chest as his strong arms wrapped around his waist.
They lay in the centre of the bed, large gaps on either side of their bed. Their grande king filled the room nicely but when they slept Ai couldn't help but feel as if they were miles apart. Which often resulted in Ai rolling until he was on Sousuke's side of the bed, not that his husband ever complained.
Ai pressed a soft kiss onto Sousuke's chest before placing his head back down, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat lulling him to sleep.
Sousuke reached out and grabbed a comforter, gently covering them both to save the chill they would no doubt wake up to. Ai knew he shouldn't sleep they both were sticky, sweaty and he could feel Sousuke's come seeping from his insides but at this point he was too content to care.
Instead he let himself fall deeper into his husband's embrace, falling asleep to Sousuke's soft whispers of love. They could always shower in the morning.
…
Ai walked around his kitchen with a bounce in his step, after his husband had surprised him in the shower this morning he could already tell it was going to be the beginning to a good day.
He put a piece of toast in his mouth when he heard the doorbell ring, forgoing the plate he rushed to the door. He expected to see either Nagisa or Makoto as they were the only people who turned up this early unannounced but instead he was greeted with a red head, nervously looking at his feet.
"Hello?" Ai greeted, waiting for the man to look up.
"Erm, hi." He replied with a tight smile.
"Momotarou? Isn't it?" He asked, despite knowing exactly who this man was. What he was doing at his house, however, he was not quite as sure.
"Uh, Momo is fine." He offered awkwardly.
"Right, Momo." Ai smiled, it felt fake on his face but if the other man noticed he hid it well. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm here for Sousuke. He said we needed to do some work." Momotarou told him.
"On a weekend?" Ai asked dubiously.
"He said it was important." He stuttered, guiltily.
While it was obvious Ai didn't care for Momotarou he was unsure why the guy was so nervous around him, he never acted on his hatred.
"Momo?" Sousuke's voice boomed, walking over to the two men. "Glad you could make it."
"Well, I couldn't really say no, could I?" He commented through gritted teeth as Sousuke lovingly wrapped his arm around Ai.
"Really?" Ai questioned, looking up at Sousuke. "You couldn't even take a weekend off?"
"Sorry baby." Sousuke apologised while Momotarou winced at the pet name. "Tomorrow I'll be all yours, promise."
"Fine." Ai sighed, stepping aside so Momotarou could step inside their home.
"Come on kid." Sousuke said, gesturing with his head for the man to follow him.
"Coming." He sighed, his own pet name wasn't nearly half as affectionate.
As Ai watched them leave he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, placing his now cold toast in his mouth he fished out the device and smiled when he saw Nagisa's name on the screen.
He took a bit of his breakfast with a grimace, opening the message that was in their group chat with Makoto.
Nagisa: Drinks tonight at Riptide? (◠‿◠)
Ai: Yes! And dinner as well.
Nagisa: I like the way you think Ai-chan. Dinner and drinks!
Nagisa: Mako-chan? Please say you can come (∩︵)
Makoto: I don't have any other plans so I'll be there
Nagisa: Yay! (〜^)〜
Ai smiled as he made his plans, his day with his husband might have been a bust but least he could still have a good time with his friends.
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"I thought we were going to be on our own." Momotarou hissed once the pair were safely inside the office.
"Why would you think that?" Sousuke questioned with a smirk.
"Because when you text saying I'm needed as there is important business to attend to it usually involves your dick." He rolled his eyes.
"Get your mind out of the gutter." He laughed, playfully pushing the smaller man into his desk chair.
Sousuke placed a hand on both of the arms of the chair, leaning down until he was inches away from Momotarou's lips.
"Is that what you want?" Sousuke whispered, the red heads eyes widening. "You want me to take you right here right now?"
"Maybe." He swallowed, conscious that at any moment Ai could burst through the door.
"Later perhaps." He smirked, standing tall and taking a step back. "For now we really need to go through the sales report, some figures aren't matching up.
"Seriously?" Momotarou asked, scooting along the floor until he was sat at the desk and staring at the spreadsheet on his computer screen. "If I knew this is how I would be spending my weekend I wouldn't have bothered."
"I'll make it up to you, promise." Sousuke offered, ruffling his soft locks with his large hands.
As Momotarou typed Sousuke stepped closer, leaning over his shoulder and watching him. Momotarou breathed in the scent of his cologne and found himself losing focus, wanting to lean up and kiss his stubble covered jawline – obviously shaving was not a necessity at the weekend. He smiled slightly, seeing a side to Sousuke he very rarely saw, easy and relaxed Sousuke rather than office Sousuke.
"What you grinning at kid?" He asked, breaking his train of thought.
"Nothing." He shrugged, turning back to the screen. The sooner he got this finished the sooner he got his treat.
…
Ai laughed loudly as he sloppily brought his drink up to his lips, having lost track of the number he was on ages ago. It had been quite a few hours since they'd finished dinner and they'd ended up at their usual cocktail bar and knocking back the drinks as if they were going out of style.
"I'm just saying." Nagisa slurred, continuing his pointless argument. "If there was a way for men to have babies I would be all over it."
"But all that pain!" Ai protested.
"If women can do what's to say we can't?" He asked.
"That's different." He shook his head.
"How?"
"Well for starters they have a way of actually giving birth to the baby." Ai grinned, thinking he'd won the argument.
"Caesarean Ai-chan." Nagisa raised his eyebrow.
"What's wrong with good old fashioned adoption?" He asked, not being to wrap his head around why Nagisa would rather disfigure himself and squeeze a tiny person out than just adopt.
"Look, I am all for adoption but to have a baby that is half mine and half Rei-chan's, well it would be wonderful wouldn't it?" He gushed, eyes sparkling at the idea.
"I guess." Ai nodded.
"Come on Mako-chan, surely you agree with me?" Nagisa asked, bringing Makoto into the conversation who up until the point had been on his phone.
"What was that?" Makoto asked.
"Who are you texting?" Ai demanded, offended that he felt they were more important than Nagisa and him.
"It's just Haru." Makoto slurred, closing one eye to read the text clearly. "I have to reply or he'll be worried."
"Awww, Haru-chan must love Mako-chan very much." Nagisa cooed.
"Yeah, loves me." He agreed half-heartedly.
"He just wants to make sure you're safe." Ai smiled as Makoto's phone vibrated across the table.
"That was fast." Nagisa commented, Ai nodding along with him. He didn't even get a response that quickly from Sousuke when he was sat in the same room as him.
"He just say's come home. I don't know why, I am perfectly fine." Makoto shrugged.
"Let me look!" Ai said, snatching the phone from Makoto's phone.
"Read it aloud!" Nagisa instructed with a serious face.
"Okay." Ai nodded. "Haru: Where are you? Mako: Our with Ai amd Nagisa. Haru: Are you drunk? Mako: Mo, ice only had line thee drinks. Haru: Makoto, you're drunk. Mako: Hinestbly haro I av completely siber."
"Completely? That's impressive." Nagisa complimented the correct word amongst all his mistakes.
"Haru: Do you need me to come pick you up? Mako: U will wak hime when I am rady. Haru: Come home now." Ai finished.
"It made sense when I was writing it." Makoto pouted. "It must have been autocorrect."
"Sure." Ai agreed sarcastically.
"I will sort it out for you." Nagisa told them both, snatching the phone.
Makoto watched helplessly as Nagisa text on his behalf, wishing he had never given the phone to Ai in the first place.
"There you go." The blonde said, handing the phone back for Makoto to read over.
"Fear not Haru-chan, I am getting into a taxi as we speak and will be home momentarily." Makoto gasped. "You lied!"
"Only a white lie, he won't notice." Nagisa shrugged.
"He will when I don't come home." Makoto protested.
"He'll be asleep by then." He dismissed. "Like Rei-chan, I'll probably have to sleep on the sofa just to stop waking him up. He hates to be disturbed."
"No, Haru will wait up for me. He always does." He admitted.
"How sweet." Ai grinned. "Sousuke will probably still be doing work when I get home."
"Men, huh?" Nagisa asked with a laugh.
The three men fell silent, all thinking about their different lives, their different problems, their different relationships.
"Let's have a toast!" Nagisa announced suddenly, holding his glass up.
"To what?" Makoto asked, lifting his glass to join the other nonetheless.
"To us." He grinned, urging Ai to do the same.
"What have we done to deserve a toast?" Ai questioned.
"Put up with our husbands." He grinned. "But seriously, men may come and go but us, the three of us, this is for life. We're always there for each other right?"
"Right." Both Makoto and Ai agreed.
"We love each other and can tell each other anything. Whatever this ring says," Nagisa held up his hand and gestured to his wedding ring. "You two are my real soulmates."
"Nagisa." Ai whispered.
"That was beautiful." Makoto gushed, tears filling his eyes – he always was an emotional drunk. "I love you."
Makoto grabbed the two smaller men and crushed them to his chest, burying his head in their hair and sobbing.
"I love you too!" Nagisa cried, wrapping his arms around the two.
Ai smiled at his two friends but soon joined in the bizarre and awkward three man hug.
"I love you two idiots." Ai laughed.
Reluctantly, Makoto released them both, dabbing his eyes and trying to stop his drunken tears.
"In the spirit of our soul matedness." Makoto hiccupped.
"I don't think that's a word." Ai said but Nagisa just shushed him.
"There is something I would like to confess." He smiled down at his friends, both looking at him intently.
"Anything." Nagisa encourage.
"I feel like… Haru?" He frowned, looking into the distance.
"You feel like Haru?" Ai questioned.
"No, Haru is here." Makoto said, gesturing towards the door.
The other men looked towards the door to see that Haruka was in fact stood there, frantically scanning the bar until his eyes settled on his husband. Almost brimming with relief Haruka made his way over, Makoto swallowing nervously as he got closer.
"You were supposed to be getting a taxi." Haruka said, crossing his arms.
"That was Nagisa!" Makoto cried, acting like a child being caught with their hands in the cookie jar by their parents.
"Mako-chan!" Nagisa screamed, scandalised his friend would throw him under the bus like that.
"It's fine Haru." Ai smiled, trying to smooth the moment while Nagisa and Makoto argued in mutters. "We will make sure Makoto gets home safely."
"You're drunk." Haruka said bluntly.
"No I am not!" Ai protested, leaning forward to hide the copious amounts of empty glasses on their table.
"You didn't have to come down here and get me." Makoto said, having finished his disagreement with Nagisa.
"You need to come home, all of you do really." He added the last part as a curtesy as all he really was concerned about was his Makoto.
"But, we're having fun. I'll be home soon just…" Makoto began protesting but was soon cut off.
"Home, now." He said sternly.
"Alright, I'm coming." He sighed, sliding out the booth and leaving his drink half finished.
"Come on, I'll take you all home." Haruka told the other men.
Wordlessly Ai and Nagisa downed their drinks and followed the couple, far too shocked by Haruka's outburst to deny him.
They sat in the back of the car as Haruka drove, drunkenly lolling as they struggled to stay awake. Feeling like teenagers caught getting drunk in a park rather than three fully grown men.
"I'm sorry." Makoto whispered, staring down at his hands in embarrassment.
"We don't mind." Ai assured him.
"Yeah, we love you whatever." Nagisa agreed. "Soul mates remember?"
"I remember." Makoto nodded with a shy smile, taking a hand in each of his and offering a firm squeeze.
…
Ai stumbled up his drive, hands held out wide to stop from falling over a second time. He's already picked out stones from a graze on his knee once tonight he didn't want to be doing it again.
He glanced up to see the light in Sousuke's office was still on, meaning his husband was burning the midnight oil once again. He assumed Momotarou must have gone home by now, it had been eleven when they had left the bar so keeping him this late would surely be unreasonable.
Well there was only one way he was going to find out and that was surprising his husband with his earlier than expected arrival.
Maybe he'd finally get bent over that desk and fucked like he'd always imagined since Sousuke had brought it. Or – and this was far more likely he thought to himself as he struggled to stand while opening his door – Sousuke would carry him to bed, tuck him in and put a bucket by his head. As he often did when Ai had had a heavy night.
And he'd had the nerve to complain about him at drinks, his Sousuke was perfect.
…
"I don't feel comfortable doing this with your husband under the same roof." Momotarou protested as Sousuke knelt before him on the floor.
"It's fine." He dismissed his fears, making quick work of undoing his zipper. "He's out with his friends so he won't be home until gone midnight and even so he never bothers to come to my office."
"There is a first for everything." He said as Sousuke freed his cock and gently stroked.
"You worry far too much." Sousuke shook his head.
Momotarou knew he should stop him, be the more mature one in the situation but as Sousuke slowly licked up the length of his shaft he soon realised he couldn't say no.
He gently thread his fingers through black locks as Sousuke licked and stroked his cock, letting the other slowly turn hard under his touch.
Once hard Sousuke took the head inside his mouth, lapping and slurping until each one of Momotarou's nerves set alight. He pressed his hands to Momotarou's thighs and pushed them apart, allowing greater access.
With practiced ease, Sousuke took him deep inside until his nose was buried deep in the coarse, ginger hair at the base of his cock. He hummed and Momotarou felt the vibrations travel up his body in a shiver.
"Shit, Sousuke." He moaned, letting his head roll back against the chair.
At that moment Ai opened the door, freezing in his steps while his hand shot up to his mouth. Neither man noticed him though, one had his back to him and the other had his head thrown back in pleasure.
He wished he could make his presence known, he wished he could leave, he wished he could do anything but instead he watched. Watched as Sousuke bobbed back and forth, watched as the red head writhed and moaned as he grew nearer and nearer to his release.
When his heart just couldn't take anymore he silently backed out the room as if he'd never been there, running until he was as far away from the pair as he possibly could, safe in his own bed.
The added audience had made no impact on the pair in the office, far too wrapped up in each other to even notice the presence of another, sad eyes watching them both in heartbreak.
…
Sousuke didn't wake Ai up tonight, instead just settled down onto his side of the bed and quickly fell asleep.
The same sentiment couldn't be said about Ai, he lay awake, curled up on his side and staring holes into the wall. Trying to process what he'd seen, wishing it had been just a drunken illusion.
Ai knew Sousuke had always been interested in younger models, hell he'd dumped his 24 year old boyfriend for a fresh faced Ai who'd been only 18 at the time. At nine years his junior Ai wasn't stupid, he knew he was nothing more than a bit of arm candy at the start, but he assumed marriage meant he wouldn't have face the same fate. But clearly now Ai had hit 25, the dreaded mid-twenties, Sousuke's eye had wandered to a young Momotarou, only just left his teens and an impressive fourteen years younger than the man.
He wanted to cry, he want to feel pain at what he has seen but all he felt was anger.
Anger towards his husband for having the audacity to cheat on him and in their own home of all places. Anger towards Momotarou for letting it happen, not even having a hint of remorse for the marriage he was ruining. Anger towards both of them for practically flaunting their relationship right under his nose as if he were some sort of joke.
But mostly, anger towards himself for being stupid enough to not have seen this coming, for letting Sousuke slip through his fingers without so much as a fight, for not even being able to satisfy his husband.
Anger that all the years and dedication he had been put into this relationship had been wasted and, it now appeared, completely one-sided.
…
I realise for a Rintori fic Rin doesn't actually appear all too often but as Ai has found out now the good Rintori stuff will be coming very very soon :) promise
And Rin will definitely be in the next chapter as he was missing in action this one