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The music was excruciatingly loud.
Chatter could be heard in every corner, seamlessly crowded with dozens and dozens of obnoxiously noisy people. It was the party Shidou had planned for Sae, the host, earning him a beating and a bloodied nose along with a slight, faint smile.
It was worth the hassle, I guess.
The sun was nearly set by now, five to eight at night. The rays streamed from the horizon to Sae’s overly large mansion, an extra, free and delightful lighting service. Fairy lights hung from the roof, radiating a soft, warm white onto the cement walls as they dangled.
“C’mon y’all! Let’s go inside and play Strip Poker!”
Cheers echoed in response, loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to mistake it as an impending earthquake as the chatter dispersed from outside to inside. Footsteps vibrated on the grass ground, leaving the red cup scenery with a well-wanted silence.
This only left a few people, whom were either still chattering, getting food, or in the pool.
The water was a gentle cool, with donut floaties hovering on the surface, blurring all view beneath the water. But it wasn’t even essential for the pool to be visible to know that it was crystal clear, tiles clean and polished. It reflected a sky blue against the fluorescent tones shone upon them.
Sky blue, a similar tone to one particular participant in the pool.
Isagi, wearing only his black swimming trunks, dove contently into the pool, creating a minimal splash as he opened his arms and shook his head with his eyes closed. Specks of cool water splattered back into the pool as he floated like a starfish, smiling softly as he soaked in the rare quiet.
“Why are you still out here?”
The brother of the host eyed Isagi from the pool’s border, shooting daggers in his gaze. He was holding a duckie donut, shirtless.
“Rin? I should be asking you that. I know you and Sae-chan don’t have a good relationship but—”
A half-laugh, half-cough interrupted Isagi’s rant as Rin cannon-balled into the pool, splashing all over the elder. It was honestly uncharacteristic for anyone who didn’t know Rin in the long-term (or even short-term), since he’s constantly acting like an emo, know-it-all.
But he could be nice, at times.
By the time Isagi shook his head again, clearing his hair of unwanted water, Rin was already wearing sunglasses, somehow relaxing on the duck floatie.
“Shut up, lukewarm.”
It was cocky, but enough to shut Isagi’s mouth about their poor relationship. So he decided to yap about another topic.
“Why are you using a floatie?”
Rin didn’t respond, but it was almost certain Isagi saw his face scrunch up under his shades.
Why does he even have shades when it’s currently dusk already?
“Why should I tell you?”
Isagi sighed heavily, then splashed a handful of water onto Rin’s chest, getting some on his face too.
“Oi! The fuck was that for?!”
Zesty as fuck, Rin pushed his sunglasses to his forehead, making it act as if it was a headband, and jumped off his donut. He stormed towards Isagi, who was using a hand to cover his mouth, shaking with laughter.
“You think this is funny?!”
His hand wrapped tightly around the sapphire-eyed man, tight enough to show authority, but not enough to block airways. The water reached to their shoulders, making it around 5’2 in depth. Seconds ticked by in their somewhat intimate embrace, before Rin felt…
Isagi circled his legs around Rin’s gorgeous thighs to hold onto him, elbows propped on the edge. He wore a grin, bucking his hips against the vast bulge in Rin’s trunks. He couldn’t pull away.
Fuck, who knew Isagi loved the leg machine as well?
“What the hell are you doing, shitty Isagi?”
Rin sounded flustered. His voice carried a softness it usually didn’t have.
Isagi didn’t reply.
His hips continued to work against the growing tent, whimpering like a total slut as he threw his head back in bliss. It didn’t take long before Rin’s member was full and hard, tip rubbing roughly against the clothes.
“Fuck, Isagi.”
He cussed, before grabbing ahold of Isagi’s waist and thrusting forwards himself.
Never in a thousand years had he ever despised fabric so much.
With the music pounding in the background and the backyard so empty, Isagi’s moans were drowned out, filtering only to Rin before dissipating into the night air.
“Fuck, fuck,”
Yoichi bitched in a mantra, jerking his hips back for more friction despite the liquid matter slowing their slutty movements. His wasn’t even in his mind as Rin ripped both their swimming trunks off and penetrated him, hard.
Even his heavy breaths didn’t register in the eye-piercing tunes from inside the mansion.
“Yes– yes– Rin, right there, yes!”
Neither cared about how this happened or if anyone was at the backdoor recording this shit. They only cared about reaching their high in this moment, their ears drowning out all the music. Rin repeatedly hit Isagi’s prostate, eliciting high gasps from the older male.
“Yeah you like that, you slut?”
Isagi nodded frantically, saving his energy only for riding the living hell out of Rin and not for arguing.
“I’m close! Rin!”
The cobalt came hard into the chlorine waters, white mixing with the clear. Isagi bucked one last time, burying his ass into the base of Rin’s cock, feeling himself get pumped full with warm, warm milk. Rin groaned throatily before holding Isagi tight against his groin, releasing inside the blueberry cocksleeve.
“Hell, you were so fucking tight,”
The emerald jewelled murmured between pants, slowly pulling out from Isagi. He replaced his cock with his finger as a plug, keeping his seed concealed inside.
“Well, that was my first, to be fair.”
“Virgin?”
Yoichi nodded.
Rin scoffed; it was an all bark but no bite gesture, considering the faint smirk he displayed on his face.
“Did you like it?”
“Fuck yeah I did.”
Rin tilted his head, finally releasing his hand from Isagi’s neck. His smirk grew slightly, finger digging deeper into his asshole.
The eye contact was so lustful, so lewd, neither wanted to break it. The silence was so peaceful, so nice, neither wanted to speak.
But one had to, so Rin did.
“So, you’re a pool sex kinda guy. How’d you feel about kitchen?”
Isagi snorted, a hand threading through Rin’s wet hair as he maintained the comfortable eye contact.
“Where you can eat me like a feast? Hell yeah I’m down.”