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It was still dark and chilly outside. The howling of a light breeze was drowned out by deep groans and the rustling of soft sheets.
The house was silent, a rare occasion in the Shinazugawa household, that only happened once everyone was engulfed in a deep slumber. If he didn't know any better, Sanemi would've thought that no one else was at home.
But like this, they had to keep their voices down. It was truly a shame.
Another groan escaped Sanemi.
His length was buried to the hilt, with a tight heat engulfing him fully.
Finally, he had bottomed out. The feeling was indescribable in the most arousing and satisfying ways.
His eyes were shut tightly in pleasure as he barely pulled out, just to jut his hips back again, meeting hot skin in the process. Sanemi repeated the motion, loving the way the walls around his length kept gripping and releasing him. It felt so good.
A particular deep thrust earned a tight clench around him, making him growl lowly. The young man under him gasped loudly; the sound was so sinful that it made Sanemi even blush.
Eventually, he opened his eyes.
Blown wide pupils overtook purple irises, as they met with similar eyes drowned in ocean blue.
Sanemi halted in his thrust, and his breath hitched. He could feel his heart flutter in his chest.
"Sanemi..." mumbled the other, audibly unsatisfied with the lack of movement. A harsh gasp left his mouth. He took in the sight before him; flushed peachy skin, spilled black hair, bitten lips of a soft red. His breath was robbed. Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.
"Giyuu.." was the only thing he said. Dozens of thoughts ran through his head, yet he couldn't comprehend a single one of them. Subconsciously, his hips met the ravenette's again, erupting another gasp from swollen lips.
Sanemi felt incredibly hot all of a sudden, and he could swear he felt his blood pumping through his veins, heating the flesh above them.
The heat around him clenched tightly, causing Sanemi to moan unwillingly. "Come on, Sanemi, move," whined the ravenette, who bucked his hips upwards once more. He reciprocated the motion and ground down, creating a slow rhythm between them. He didn't know what he was doing, purely acting by instinct. It felt good, and, more importantly, completely right.
"Giyuu..." he repeated, unable to say anything else. Calloused hands began roaming the ravenette's body; Sanemi had to explore every inch of him. It seemed like a string was attached to his hands, guiding them to all the right places.
Giyuu's skin was incredibly soft and inviting him to kiss and touch to his heart's content. Wanting him to mark him up.
It was just then, that Sanemi noticed the red splotches all over Giyuu's body. Some were accompanied with teeth marks; others with imprints of his fingers. His. They were all from himself. He couldn't stop the smirk from forming on his lips.
"You look so hot like this, Giyuu." A strong thrust underlined his statement, making the other keen.
The white-haired man couldn't resist, and eventually leaned down to kiss him. Their lips met in an experienced kiss, being deepened by Sanemi nipping on bitten lips, inviting the other's tongue to play. In an answer, Giyuu opened his mouth with a small gasp, while simultaneously sticking out his tongue to brush it against the other's. They groaned in unison, and the walls around his length clenched once again.
Giyuu pulled the white-haired man flush against his own heated body with his arms locked behind his neck. Like this, they could feel their hearts beating against one another. Their rhythms synced up, making them form a unit.
"Sanemi.." growled the ravenette, clenching around his length repeatedly, "Please.. fuck, please, harder!" How could he deny him any longer?
He snapped his hips forward, hitting deep inside of the ravenette, right against his sweet spot. Giyuu gasped loudly and clung even more to his lover. His fingers dug into his shoulder blades, and his thighs caged the other's waist, elevating pressure.
Sanemi pulled out shortly, before pushing in again. Again and again, he kept repeating the motion at a fast pace, making skin slap against skin.
He cradled Giyuu's face and kissed all over it, cooing sweet nothings all the while, until their lips met harshly. Their tongues tangled in a sloppy manner, somewhat uncoordinated with the current movements of their bodies. Their saliva mixed, and some of it began leaking down their lips.
The ravenette pulled away first, gulping in a deep breath of air, just to moan it all out afterwards. Sanemi had hit his prostate once again. "So good," groaned the white-haired man, "You're so good, Giyuu.."
After another minute, Sanemi pulled away from his lover. His hands trailed down to Giyuu's strong thighs and he grabbed them, squeezing them further around his waist. Giyuu arched his back as another thrust landed against his sweet spot, prompting him to grasp the soft sheets tightly next to his head. "Yes!" he moaned loudly, "There! Sanemi!" The white-haired man kept rubbing against him, circling his hips on instinct. The heat around him tightened again, massaging his length continuously. He had never felt so good before. "Mhh, Giyuu.." he couldn't stop his own moaning even if he wanted to. His brother, asleep in the estate, was completely forgotten for once.
Sanemi didn't know what exactly happened, but after reopening his eyes, he had Giyuu looking down on him. Soft hands lay on his firm chest, and black hair swayed from side to side. His own hands gripped the muscles underneath them strongly, definitely bruising Giyuu's thighs while doing so. The ravenette moaned loudly, grinding down onto Sanemj's hard dick. "Shit," Sanemi groaned out, eyes rolling back.
Giyuu's walls clenched around him, rubbing and massaging his dick while rising and falling steadily in his lap. Shit indeed.
Giyuu looked incredible on top of him, with his strong thighs positioned next to his own, tense and firm underneath his touch. "Giyuu," he growled. Sanemi couldn't hold himself back and thrusted up, meeting his lover's hips, which dropped down onto him. A loud moan tore out of the ravenette.
"God, you look so good," Sanemj voiced his thought. He was in absolute awe with the ravenette on top of him, bouncing and seeking his pleasure filled high.
He wouldn't last long like this. He was driving him crazy fast.
Sanemi snapped his hips up again, striking his prostate thrust after thrust. The pressure on his chest increased, and short nails dug into his muscles. The light sting mixed with their desire, prompting Sanemi to groan deeply again. "Fuck, Giyuu.."
In a hasty motion, he threw the ravenette down onto the futon again, turning him around in the process. A calloused hand grabbed the ravenette's nape, while the other rested on his narrow waist, making him lift his round ass. It looked so tender under his big hand. He couldn't suppress another groan.
"Gods, Giyuu," his voice was deep and raspy at this point, "You are so good like this. So beautiful." Giyuu let out a loud whine and squirmed, thus pressing his hips into Sanemi’s hard length. Promptly, the white-haired man entered the ravenette again, making them both moan in relief. He didn't hesitate, and went right back to their former pace.
Skin slapped against skin, moans and whines kept filling the room. The sounds were so obscene, they turned him on even more. Would Sanemi have been in his right mind, he'd be worried about his brother picking up on them. Nonetheless, his reason had left him quite some time ago.
Sanemi increased the pressure on Giyuu's nape, pinning him down into the futon even further, causing him to arch his back more and more. "So good.", he repeated. The ravenette could do nothing but wail in pleasure.
After a few more thrusts, Giyuu's insides tightened up, without releasing him.
He growled, and picked up his speed for a final time. They were both so close now.
Sanemi removed his hand from the other's nape, and brushed black strands of hair aside. He proceeded to hump into him as he placed his lips there instead, kissing the sweaty skin before nibbling and sucking on it.
"Giyuu," with a last rumble of his name, Sanemi bit into his nape. His teeth broke the sensitive skin, making sure to leave a lasting mark. Making sure Giyuu was his.
"Sanemi~!" Giyuu outright screamed, arching his back up against the other's firm chest. Their hearts connected once more.
Sanemi kept rutting into the ravenette, his pace not faltering even once.
He desperately wanted Giyuu to fall apart before him, to keep screaming his name and reach his peak.
"Cum for me, Giyuu."
And so, he did.
A full-body shiver went through him, and a final scream escaped his lips. Sanemi couldn't stop moving his hips, suddenly too engulfed in reaching his own climax. He felt a coil tightening in his abdomen and his breath becoming more uneven. His heart raced even faster beneath his ribs, and he tightened his hold on the ravenette's waist, surely bruising him.
A deep groan left his lips; he was nearly there. Just a bit more.
"Giyuu.." he hummed, before biting at his nape again, bruising tender flesh further.
The ravenette thrashed his head around, pleasure overwhelming him completely.
Tears left his ocean blue eyes, accompanied by a pretty sob. His sudden rambling caught the white-haired man off guard: "Love you, love you, love you-"
Sanemi released deep inside the ravenette, a tremor wrecking both of them. His eyes rolled back, before closing fully.
"Giyuu.."
Purple eyes snapped open, only to find nothing. The room was pitch black and cold.
There was no heated body next to his own. No rapid heartbeat, except for his own.
A few seconds passed as Sanemi tried to comprehend his current whereabouts.
Oh.
OH.
He slowly sat up, and switched the light next to his futon on. He was indeed alone.
He let out a shaky sigh. It hadn't been real. It was just a dream.
A dream about Tomioka.. the guy he despised. Shit.
A lump began to form in his throat, and Sanemi noted how dry it felt. He reached for the bottle of water next to him, gulping it down greedily.
He was still trying to sort his thoughts, but there were so many of them.
Just as he put the bottle down again, he noticed it. A sheen layer of sweat clung to his heated body. There was also sticky moistness in his pants.
Oh no.