The Marquez place is one of those huge houses for people with enough money to not need a lot of sense. Leo might even know about the relevant gossip about legal disputes, and how the Marquez were only renting, and they didn't even have the money for that. Thus, the suddenly moving out. The house looks pristine though, two stores of narrow tall windows, gray cobblestone and steep dark gray roofs loom over Leo's naked self. If he cares to peer inside, he will find empty rooms with no furniture.

There is an iron fence between him and the backyard where the pool is, but the thing is short enough that it couldn't possibly keep even a dog inside the premises.

The house is shaped like a "U", with the bottom of the U being the front and the pool starting in the middle and extending until the wall of the property where there is a small artificial "cave" with a waterfall (currently not pouring water).

The moon is full and the night is clear. Making it easier to navigate.

Nice place. Really nice, actually. Leo's no architect, but he can appreciate a well-constructed house. Especially one without any nosy neighbors who might, say, see him sneaking into the backyard to skinny-dip in the pool. Which he is doing.

He sets up his phone on his little portable tripod doohickey, sets it to record, crouches down in front of it. "Alright, you fucking pervert," he whispers. "I'm here. Time for a swim, I guess."

He slips into the pool. It's fucking freezing; this may be California in the summer, but it's still the middle of the night. Goosebumps rise on his skin, and his nipples harden. "The shit I do for you torsos, I swear," he mutters, shivering.

After a minute or two. Someone wearing only boxers, emerges from the shadows, there is enough to become immediately clear: He is holding a long pool skimmer; even without the long improvised pole he is well positioned to stop Leo from getting away.

"What on Earth?"

Oh, fuck.

"Um. I... there's no good way to spin this, but in my defense, I didn't think anybody lived here right now."

"That's not a really good defense, you know. Do you mind leaving the pool? And explain what are you doing?"

Miserably, he paddles over to the pool ladder and hauls himself out, then turns to face Henry.

He's got scars under each of his nipples. His exactingly trimmed happy trail leads down to the pink lips of a rather attractive pussy.

"I was skinny dipping," he explains. "Guy online told me to and it sounded like fun."

Yes... that was not what he was expecting. In part, because Henry was expecting swimming trunks or at least underwear. And someone that wanted to vandalize the place too, but that was before catching the intruder in the pool.

"Oh." He is transfixed. "Yeah..." he is not sure to why he said that last word. "Do you do that often?"

"Uh, I take dares pretty often... not skinny dipping specifically, usually I'm fingering myself in a stairwell or something. This guy was like 'I know where you can find a pool that nobody's using' and I wasn't gonna do it but... it's kinda hot, isn't it? And I'm dumb when I'm horny, I guess."

"I know the dumb-and-horny type," he glances at the house.

...He pauses and seems to think for a moment. "But that sounds dangerous, you know? If you get caught... who knows what people might want from you."

Henry takes a step closer and there is a clearly visible tent in his boxers.

Holy shit is this actually happening.

"Uh," he says eloquently. "Who knows indeed, sexy stranger."

"Could be anything." Henry himself doesn't believe in the situation, much less that he is just going along with it. He glances down at the other's pussy. "I have a couple of ideas in mind."

"I, uh, confess I've got some ideas of my own."

Leo this is stupid are you actually this high you do not know this guy at least ask if he has a condom.

"Maybe it's kismet, or something. Me getting sent to this particular pool. You finding me out. Me being on the Pill."

"Happy coincidences, or else. We can make the most of it." Stars, he sounds like a porno. "Anyway, I have yet to get the chance to skinny dip on my own pool. Too bad that I am still clothed, do you want to help me with that?"

Leo walks over to Henry and helps slip off his boxers.

He whistles. "Pretty impressive." Then he hops back into the pool. The water's no warmer than it was, but at least there isn't night air on his wet skin anymore, which is an improvement.

"Well, thank you." He gets into the water as well, it's cold enough to make him shiver.

Heh, he has been colder. There is also a source of warmth right here. He embraces Leo and puts his hand down on the other's crotch. "So, I have a lot of more experience with dick. But I am curious what this," he uses his index finger in a slow motion around the clit, "likes the best."

Leo hums. "You're doing pretty well already... just keep rubbing, really, my clit likes attention. Uh, if you're gonna start fingering me I'm gonna want to hop onto the side of the pool and get wet first - I mean, slick wet, obviously I'm already pretty wet from the water, but water's not good for friction - for the love of God will you make me stop talking -"

Henry kisses him. And lifts him up to the edge of the pool with easy.

And given the advantageous position this give him, he wastes no time. Leo's legs are spread wide open and Henry's tongue goes down between them

Leo yelps in surprise as Henry lifts him. His pussy tastes a little like chlorine, a little like sweat, and as he gets slicker, a lot like Leo.

"Oh- fuck, yes, please-"

Henry keeps going at and on a whim he grabs Leo's wrists. Paying close attention to the squirm and moans... then suddenly stopping. "So, just to be sure are you enjoying this?" He asks with a malicious smile.

"Y-yes, sir. I love it, sir."

oh fuck he's subspacing with this random twunk

"Good boy, do you think you are ready for something more than just a tongue?" He says giving a teasing lick.

"I don't know, sir, am I?"

He may be subspacing, but he's still a brat.

Henry pushes himself out of the pool. This forces Leo to lay down with Henry on top of him. He grabs Leo's chin holding it a bit tight. "That sounded like a yes, boy."

"Yes, sir - please fuck me-" He squirms under Henry's weight, rubbing his wet lips against Henry's cock.