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Rin loves Osamu, he really does.
Even when he uses extremely cheesy pick up lines, though he would never admit it.
"Ya know," Osamu says, leaning against the counter with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face. "There wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until ya came in."
Rin pauses, slowly putting down his rice bowl, and turns to face his husband. "Really? That's your plan to get me hot and bothered?"
Osamu shrugs, undeterred. "Maybe. Is it workin'?"
Rin scoffs and walks towards the fridge, side-eyeing Osamu as he goes. "I haven't been this flaccid since I had to unclog the toilet last week."
"Ya wound me, babe," Osamu chuckles, grabbing Rin's arm and pulling him into an embrace before he can get to the fridge. Rin glares at him, but there's no real heat behind it.
"So what do I need to say to get ya in the mood?" Osamu smirks, kissing along Rin's temple and down towards his jaw.
"Literally anything other than what you opened with," Rin drawls, trying to disguise his breath hitching as an annoyed sigh.
"I heard that," Osamu mumbles into his skin, moving from Rin's jaw to kiss down his neck. Rin attempts to catch his breath and fails, letting out a soft gasp as Osamu's lips trail along his sensitive skin.
"I think we need to go to the doctor," Rin bites out as he tries to suppress his own noises. "Seems like your hearing's starting to go."
Osamu punishes him with a nibble below his ear, right on Rin's weak spot, and Rin crumbles in his husband's embrace. Osamu chuckles in his ear, his warm breath sending shivers down Rin's spine. Why was he being a brat, again? He clings to Osamu, tilting his head to the side and letting out a low moan when warm lips once again latch onto his neck.
"Fuck, Samu," he breathes, scratching his nails along his husband's scalp. Osamu hums into the crook of his neck.
"I wanna eat ya out so bad," Osamu groans, his hands travelling down towards the waistband of Rin's shorts. "Please, baby, let me?"
How could Rin ever say no to that? He gasps as Osamu nips at his ear and then helps guide his husband's hands down into his shorts. That's all the confirmation Osamu needs, because he immediately flips Rin around and pushes him up against the counter, dropping to his knees and taking Rin's shorts and boxers along with him.
"Someone's eager," Rin tries to tease, but the effect is mostly lost in his own breathless voice.
"For ya? Always," Osamu says plainly before spreading Rin's cheeks and diving in.
Rin's eyes roll back in his head the second he feels Osamu's tongue on his hole. Osamu is greedy and insistent, working him tirelessly until Rin has to fully support himself on the kitchen counter because his legs can't hold him anymore.
"Mmh!" Rin cries into his fist as a finger joins Osamu's talented tongue, breaching his rim and making him crave more. "Oh fuck me..."
"Now who's eager?" Osamu murmurs, biting Rin's ass cheek and making him yelp.
"You know that's - hah - not what I meant," Rin pants, leaning forward onto his forearms as Osamu adds another finger. "Although I wouldn't complain, oh fuck-"
"Ya don't say," Osamu chuckles, thrusting his fingers in and out until Rin is shaking with pleasure. "Wanna make ya come like this first, then I promise to fuck ya real good baby."
"Oh god," Rin groans as Osamu adds a third finger, stretching his sensitive hole open. "Then hurry up and make me come already, ah, oh my god -"
"Workin' on it," Osamu hums, and then his fingers expertly find Rin's prostate. Rin sucks in a breath and arches his back, his cock dripping onto the kitchen floor. "Touch yerself for me, baby, wanna feel ya come around my fingers."
Rin doesn't need to be told twice. He reaches down and wraps a hand around his neglected cock, stroking himself frantically as the deft fingers in his ass massage his sweet spot. With the dual stimulation it doesn't take long for Rin to come, groaning and panting as he spills onto the floor. Osamu works him through it and then stands up, wiping his hands on a paper towel as he presses his hard cock against the curve of Rin's ass.
"Will you deign to fuck me now, your majesty?" Rin drawls sarcastically, glancing back at a hungry looking Osamu. "Do you maybe feel like getting your dick wet?"
Osamu chuckles and opens their miscellaneous kitchen drawer, finding the lube hidden way in the back. "Yer such a lil' brat, and I love it."
Rin's snort quickly turns into a moan as Osamu's slicked up cock presses against his entrance, strong hands gripping Rin's hips as his husband starts to slide in.
"God, how are ya still so fuckin' tight, " Osamu groans as he bottoms out, running a hand up and down Rin's back.
"I do kegels," Rin deadpans, grinding his ass back against Osamu's cock. "And maybe you've gotten bigger too, who knows?"
"Wouldn't that be somethin'," Osamu chuckles, adjusting his grip on Rin's hips before slowly pulling out and then slamming back in. Osamu knows Rin likes it a bit rough, and Rin loves him for remembering.
Osamu quickly settles into a punishing rhythm, and Rin has to hold onto the edge of the counter for dear life to keep his head from being slammed into the backsplash. He's loving it.
"Fuck, oh my god, fuck me !" he cries, his hot breath creating condensation on the cold countertop.
"Thought that's what I was doin'," Osamu huffs, one hand coming up to grab Rin's hair and pull his head back. "Is it not hard enough for ya, princess?"
"Shut up," Rin groans, eyes rolling back as Osamu's cock brushes over his prostate. "Shut up and fuck me, oh god, I'm gonna come again."
"Come on my cock, baby," Osamu growls, draping himself over Rin's back and rolling his hips even harder. "C'mon, wanna feel ya milk my cock when ya come."
"Fuck, fuck!" Rin cries and then he's coming, untouched and throbbing, his cock kicking over and over as he splatters the counter doors with his release. Osamu groans brokenly above him, thrusting into Rin like a man possessed as he chases his own climax.
"Gonna come," Osamu pants, his cock twitching inside Rin as his fingers grip even harder. "Oh yeah, gonna fill ya up baby, fuck!"
Osamu moans into the nape of Rin's neck as he comes, cursing under his breath as Rin greedily takes what he's giving. They're both panting as they come down, Osamu pressing kisses along Rin's spine as they both turn soft and pliant in each other's embrace.
Osamu speaks first, smoothing a hand along Rin's sweaty skin. "Shower?"
Rin can't help but grin into the counter. "Yeah, sounds good."