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Morning light slipped through the shoji screens in narrow, colourless bands, thin, wintry, and unkind. It painted Sanemi’s vision in pale stripes as he surfaced slowly from sleep, head heavy, body aching with the dull drag of exhaustion. His mouth tasted faintly of salt and iron. Something wet clung to the corner of his lips; he scrubbed it away with the back of his hand, scowling at the smear it left behind.
Then he felt weight on his chest, his eyes cracking open fully to find Giyuu straddling him.
Bare thighs framed his hips, knees pressed into the futon on either side, skin warm where it met Sanemi’s own. His hands were braced flat against Sanemi’s chest, fingers spread wide over scarred muscle, nails digging in just enough to sting; little crescent moons bitten into skin. Giyuu leaned forward slightly, head bowed, dark hair hanging in damp, uneven strands that clung to his cheeks. His eyes were squeezed shut, brows drawn tight with focus.
His mouth was open, a thin line of drool gleamed at the corner of his lips before it spilled free, trailing down his chin and dripping onto Sanemi’s collarbone. He didn’t notice.
He was grinding, slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, dragging the slick, swollen folds of his cunt along the length of Sanemi’s cock. The blunt head kept catching against Giyuu’s clit on each forward roll, and every time it did his body jolted like he’d been shocked, a sharp tremor snapping through his spine.
A soft, broken sound slipped from his throat, barely a moan, more breath than voice, but it vibrated straight through Sanemi.
Giyuu hadn’t realised he was awake.
His rhythm remained steady, desperate almost, hips shifting between circling and rocking against him. His thighs shook faintly with the effort of holding himself up, muscles flexing under pale skin. Each time the head brushed his clit just right, his breath hitched higher, a quiet, needy whimper leaking out before he could stop it. His hips stuttered, jerked forward harder, smearing more slick along Sanemi’s now fully hard length.
Sanemi stayed perfectly still, barely breathing.
He watched the obscene slide of Giyuu’s cunt over him, pink folds parting around the thick vein, clit swollen and flushed, dragging wetly from base to tip. The sight alone had heat pooling low in his gut, cock twitching helplessly under the friction. He could feel how soaked Giyuu was, arousal dripping down the underside of his shaft, collecting warm and sticky against his balls.
Giyuu’s fingers curled tighter against his chest, nails biting deeper as another shudder tore through him. His hips rolled again, slower this time, grinding the full length of his slit along Sanemi’s cock. When the head nudged his clit just right, Giyuu arched sharply, a choked little “ah - ” slipping out before he caught his lip between his teeth, biting down hard to swallow the sound.
Sanemi’s hands flexed at his sides, then shifted without warning.
Scarred fingers snapped down hard around Giyuu’s hips, stopping him cold mid-grind. The sudden restraint jolted through Giyuu’s body like a strike; he lurched forward on instinct, cunt dragging one last, desperate slide along Sanemi’s cock before the grip locked him in place. A raw, broken moan tore from his throat, muffled only by the way he bit down on his lip in a failed attempt to swallow it.
“Fuckin’ desperate already,” Sanemi rasped, voice rough with sleep and darkly amused. His thumbs dug into the soft flesh above Giyuu’s hipbones, bruising as he held him suspended there, the blunt head of his cock still pressed cruelly against Giyuu’s swollen clit. “Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up before you started humping me like a bitch in heat.”
Giyuu’s breath stuttered, chest rising in shallow, uneven pants. He tried to roll his hips anyway, tiny, useless movements, but Sanemi only tightened his grip, fingers biting harder. A softer sound slipped out this time, needy and wrecked.
“Sanemi - ” His voice was barely there, hoarse. “Let me - ”
“Let you what?” Sanemi cut in, grin sharp and mean. He shifted his hips just enough to drag the tip over Giyuu’s clit again, slow and deliberate, watching the way Giyuu’s thighs shook and his back arched despite himself. “Let you ride me raw? You’re dripping all over me and you think you get to decide how this goes?”
Heat flushed up Giyuu’s neck, staining his cheeks as his eyes squeezed shut. His fingers curled against Sanemi’s chest, nails scraping over scar tissue. “You’re the one who’s hard,” he shot back, voice ragged but stubborn. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
Sanemi let out a low, scraping scoff.
His grip shifted abruptly, hands sliding up, then shoving Giyuu back with force. Giyuu hit the futon with a muffled thud, breath knocked clean from his lungs in a startled gasp. Before he could recover, Sanemi was over him, knees forcing his thighs wide, one hand pinning his hip down as the other plunged between his legs.
Two fingers drove in without warning, thick, rough, stretching him open in a single thrust.
Giyuu’s head snapped back, a choked cry ripping free as his body clenched hard around the intrusion. Sanemi curled his fingers immediately, scissoring wide, grinding against the slick, sensitive walls. Giyuu’s hips buckled helplessly, caught between chasing the sensation and trying to flee it.
“Sanemi, ah - ” His name broke apart into a whine.
“Not enough?” Sanemi growled, shoving a third finger in alongside the others. The stretch burned sharp and immediate; Giyuu’s cunt fluttered greedily around them, slick and needy, pulling them deeper as Sanemi twisted his wrist. His knuckles dragged hard against the front wall, grinding over the swollen spot inside until Giyuu’s whole body jerked.
Sanemi’s other hand dropped to his clit, thumb pressing down hard, rubbing fast, merciless circles.
Giyuu choked on a scream, the sound strangling in his throat as his back bowed off the futon. Slick spilled freely around Sanemi’s fingers, soaking his wrist, obscene and loud in the quiet morning air.
“Yeah,” Sanemi muttered, voice low and filthy as he leaned in, breath hot against Giyuu’s ear. “That’s it. You wanted it harder last night, now you’re gonna take it. Gonna fuck this pretty cunt ‘til you’re crying, ‘til you’re begging me to shove my cock back in. You hear me?”
Giyuu’s hands flew up, clawing at Sanemi’s shoulders, nails leaving angry red tracks as his hips jerked helplessly. Every thrust punched wet, slick sounds from his body, and every swipe over his clit sent sparks bursting behind his eyes.
Sanemi didn’t let up, fingers curling hard against the swollen spot inside with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of Giyuu’s cunt filled the room, louder than their ragged breathing, slick spilling down Sanemi’s wrist. His thumb never left Giyuu’s clit, grinding fast circles into the oversensitive nub, pressing down until Giyuu’s hips snapped upward, thighs trembling violently.
His mouth opened, words catching somewhere in the fog - “Sanemi, I - gonna - ” but they collapsed into nonsense, breaking apart into gasps and wrecked moans. His body locked up, back bowing sharply off the futon as his walls clamped down around Sanemi’s fingers.
Clear fluid spilled hard around Sanemi’s knuckles, soaking his hand, splashing up his forearm, darkening the futon beneath them as it spread in wet patches. Giyuu’s eyes flew wide, a choked sob tearing free as the release kept coming in pulsing waves, his body shaking helplessly through it.
Heat flooded his face, humiliation twisting tight in his gut even as pleasure crashed through him, leaving him weak, boneless, wrecked.
Sanemi groaned low, satisfaction thick and filthy. “Fuck, look at you,” He muttered, voice rough.
His thumb pressed harder, dragging the aftershocks out until Giyuu began sobbing outright, tears pricking his eyes as his body jerked from the overstimulation.
“Too much, ah, Sanemi - ” His voice cracked, ruined.
Sanemi yanked his fingers free with a wet pop, slick strings stretching and snapping between them. Giyuu’s cunt fluttered uselessly, still twitching, leaking, empty and sensitive all at once.
He barely had time to breathe before Sanemi had lined himself up and slammed in, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.
The stretch burned fresh, filling Giyuu completely, pressing into every raw, oversensitive inch. His eyes rolled back, whites flashing as a strangled sound ripped from his throat, head thumping uselessly against the futon. Sanemi’s cock throbbed inside him, thick and overwhelming.
“Shit, still so tight,” Sanemi growled, already moving.
He fucked him hard, deep, punishing strokes that knocked the breath from Giyuu’s lungs, the wet slap of skin echoing obscenely through the room. Giyuu’s body slid helplessly with every thrust, legs splaying wide, pliant and wrecked. Sanemi’s hands clamped down on his hips, fingers bruising as he dragged him back down onto his cock again and again.
“Stay put,” Sanemi snarled, nails digging into flesh.
Giyuu didn’t respond, only thin, broken sobs spilled from his mouth, drool slipping down his chin as his head lolled. His nails scraped weakly over Sanemi’s arms, body rocking helplessly, walls fluttering tight around the thick intrusion.
Sanemi’s rhythm faltered, hips stuttering, burying himself to the base as he came hard, cock pulsing as thick spurts flooded his insides. He stayed there, grinding lazily, forcing it deeper, marking him thoroughly. Giyuu whimpered beneath him, oversensitive walls clenching tight around the heat.
Sanemi exhaled roughly and crushed their mouths together in a messy, drool-wet kiss, tongues sliding, tasting salt and desperation. They stayed like that, bodies pressed close, breaths mingling, the only sound the faint drip of cum leaking out around Sanemi’s still-buried cock.
Then Giyuu shifted, small, restless movements, a soft whine vibrating between them.
Sanemi huffed and started to pull back slowly, cock dragging wetly as he withdrew.
Giyuu’s hand shot up in response, fingers curling weakly around his wrist, stopping him mid-motion. His eyes fluttered open, glassy, unfocused, pupils blown wide, and he blinked once, twice, lips parted as he looked up at him.
“Again.”
–
Sanemi still didn’t know what the hell had gotten into Tomioka.
It had started after that first night at the estate, and it hadn’t stopped; if anything, it had spiraled. Giyuu had turned into a menace, always finding reasons to corner him, always ending up on his knees or bent over whatever surface was closest, eyes glassy, lips swollen like he was starving.
And Sanemi, the fucking idiot, kept letting him - had begun looking forward to it, even.
The Hashira meeting room was empty this early, tatami still cool beneath bare feet, the sliding doors shut tight against the late winter bite. Thin bands of sunlight cut through the paper screens, dust drifting lazily in their wake. Sanemi had come early on purpose, craving the silence before the rest of them showed up to squawk in his ears.
He hadn’t expected the company.
Giyuu was already there, sitting cross-legged in the center of the room like he belonged, hands folded neatly in his lap, haori draped over his shoulders. The sight irritated him on instinct.
“Your crow’s dumber than you are,” Sanemi had sneered, stepping right up into his space, looming until Giyuu had to tilt his head back to look at him.
Giyuu hadn’t flinched, hadn’t even blinked, only looked up at him with that steady, unreadable stare, lips parted slightly as if he was waiting for something.
He was seated one moment, then the next on his knees, hands already at Sanemi’s hakama ties like he’d practiced this. Sanemi’s breath had hitched before he could stop it.
Now his back was slammed against a wooden pillar, one hand fisted in Giyuu’s dark hair, the other braced above his head against the beam. His hakama hung loose around his thighs, cock thick and flushed, buried deep in the wet heat of his mouth.
Giyuu’s throat worked around the head, muscles fluttering and spasming as he pushed forward, lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowed. Every time the tip nudged the back of his throat, a soft, wet choke spilled out, obscene and muffled.
Drool streamed freely from the corners of his mouth, thick strings clinging to his chin and dripping into the collar of his uniform, catching the pale light. His eyes watered every time he gagged, lashes clumping together, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he moaned, low and needy, the sound rumbling through the cock in his throat.
“Shit,” Sanemi hissed, hips jerking forward without thinking, forcing another inch in.
Giyuu’s throat convulsed around him, a wet gluck echoing obscenely in the empty room. He pressed closer, nose brushing coarse hair, hands digging into Sanemi’s thighs hard enough to bruise as he held himself steady. He bobbed shallowly, tongue flattening and swirling messily against the underside, worshipping the head on every drag back.
Sanemi’s head thudded back against the pillar, breath torn and ragged. “You’re fuckin’ insatiable,” He choked, voice scraped raw. “Can’t even wait for the meeting before you’re choking on my cock like a desperate whore. What the hell happened to you, Tomioka?”
Giyuu didn’t answer, the moan vibrating around Sanemi’s length was answer enough. His eyes flicked up, dark and blown wide, and the sight of him like this, kneeling in the middle of the Hashira meeting room, drool-slick chin, throat bulging faintly around Sanemi’s cock, sent a fresh rush of heat straight through Sanemi’s gut.
He tightened his grip on Giyuu's hair and yanked him forward, forcing his nose into his curls, holding him there. The latter choked hard, tears spilling over, but his hips shifted restlessly, thighs pressing together like he was already aching.
Sanemi dragged him back just enough to breathe, cock sliding free with a wet pop, saliva stretching between the swollen head and Giyuu’s parted lips. Giyuu gasped, panting, tongue darting out immediately to lick at the tip like he couldn’t stand the distance.
“Pathetic,” Sanemi muttered as he dragged his thumb across Giyuu’s lower lip, smearing drool there, then pushed two fingers into his mouth alongside his cock, stretching him wider. “Open up.”
Giyuu moaned, and sank back down without hesitation.
Sanemi’s grip tightened in his hair, fingers twisting into the dark strands until the pull went sharp at the roots. Giyuu was sloppy in his movements, eager but untrained, lips stretched wide while his tongue fumbled uselessly along the length instead of working it properly. He tried to take more, bobbing forward, but his rhythm broke apart every time the head nudged the back of his throat, soft gags spilling out, wet and helpless.
Drool streamed freely from the corners of his mouth, thick and glistening, soaking the front of his uniform and dripping down to spot the tatami beneath them.
“Fuckin’ useless,” Sanemi hissed, voice low and scraped raw.
He didn’t give Giyuu time to adjust, yanking his head forward and setting the pace himself, short, harsh thrusts that snapped straight into the back of his throat. Giyuu choked once, then again, the sounds strangled and obscene as his throat spasmed around the intrusion. Tears welled and spilled over his lashes, streaking down flushed cheeks, but his hands only gripped harder on Sanemi’s thighs, nails biting crescents into scarred skin as he held on.
His thighs pressed together, trembling, before he gave up and ground shamelessly against Sanemi’s leg instead. The rough fabric of the hakama dragged against his soaked cunt through his trousers, friction hot and desperate. He rocked in small, needy jerks, chasing it, soft whimpers vibrating around the cock filling his mouth.
“That’s it,” Sanemi rasped, breath torn. “Maybe this is where you belong, huh?”
Giyuu’s throat worked convulsively, muscles fluttering tight around the head as he swallowed, the tight ripple dragging from base to tip.
Sanemi’s hips stuttered, and he came with a low, broken groan. He began to pull back on instinct, but Giyuu only pressed closer, forcing himself deeper, nose buried against coarse hair. He gagged hard, throat clenching, tears streaming freely, and swallowed greedily, swallowing every spurt, the wet, obscene sounds echoing in the empty room.
Sanemi’s head fell back against the pillar with a dull thud, a rough groan tearing out of him as the last of it spilled down Giyuu’s throat. His fingers flexed once in his hair, before loosening.
Giyuu finally pulled off slowly, deliberately, watching as his cock slid free with a wet, filthy pop; strings of spit and cum stretched between the flushed head and his swollen lips. He opened his mouth wide, tongue lolling out, presenting it almost.
Sanemi stared down at him, chest heaving, a curse forming on his tongue, before the sound of footsteps broke whatever thought had begun to form.
He moved fast, shoving Giyuu roughly aside, uncaring as he stumbled, landing on his ass with a muffled thud, lips still wet and red. Sanemi hauled his hakama up in one sharp motion, tying it with shaking hands before dropping into a cross-legged seat a safe distance away, spine straight, face locked back into its familiar scowl.
The doors slid open, Mitsuri’s voice spilling in first, before the others began to file in.
Sanemi fixed his gaze on the far wall, jaw clenched, ignoring the heat that still throbbed low in his gut. He forced his breathing to even, hands fisted on his knees.
His gaze had flickered sideways once, more out of instinct than anything else, hesitating when he met Giyuu’s gaze.
He had sat neatly, haori smoothed over, posture perfect, as if he wasn’t choking on his dick only moments ago. Only his mouth gave him away, lips swollen and clean save for a single bead of white that clung to the corner.
Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his thumb and wiped it away, then he brought it to his mouth and sucked, tongue curling around the digit, eyes never leaving Sanemi’s.
Heat flared sharp and humiliating up Sanemi’s spine.
Fucking Tomioka.
–
The alley between Sanemi’s estate and the neighboring storehouse was barely wide enough for two bodies, the walls closing in tight, rough wood on one side, weathered stone on the other. Packed dirt crunched underfoot, scattered with dead leaves that skittered when the winter wind cut through the narrow gap. From somewhere beyond, the shouts of recruits carried faintly, wooden blades clacking, orders barked sharp, bodies hitting mats, but here it was muted, swallowed by the cramped space and the cold air.
Sanemi had stormed out here minutes ago, jaw locked tight.
One of the newer trainees had come scrambling up to him, eyes wide. “Tomioka-san said it was urgent, Shinazugawa-san - said it couldn’t wait!”
Sanemi had already been moving, cursing under his breath, thinking demons, intel, another problem dumped in his lap. He’d abandoned the drill mid-command, boots grinding gravel as he headed out, half-expecting blood.
Instead -
That smug-faced prick, leaning against the wall like he had nowhere else to be, haori half-undone. Expression calm, eyes dark and expectant. No urgency in his movements, no emergency, simply that quiet, hungry look that had started to haunt Sanemi’s thoughts.
“You little shit,” Sanemi had snarled, but his hands were already on him.
Shoving him back hard against the planks. Tugging his trousers down just enough, baring him to the cold air. Giyuu hadn’t resisted, hadn’t said a word, just spread his thighs and let Sanemi manhandle him, palms braced against his chest, like it was exactly where he belonged.
One scarred forearm pressed across Giyuu’s chest, keeping him upright, the other hand clamped hard around his hip, fingers biting deep. His cock was buried to the root, slamming in with short, brutal thrusts that jolted his back into the wall every time. The wood creaked faintly under the force, dust sifting down from the eaves above.
Giyuu’s head lolled forward, forehead knocking weakly against Sanemi’s shoulder. His mouth hung open against the fabric of Sanemi’s uniform, drool soaking through in a dark, spreading patch. Strings of spit stretched from his swollen lips every time Sanemi pulled back. His breaths came wet and broken, dissolving into slurred nonsense that vibrated against Sanemi’s collarbone.
“San’mi, ah - hnn - please - more - fuh - ”
The words collapsed into whimpers, tongue thick and clumsy, too far gone to shape anything real. His hands clawed weakly at Sanemi’s back, nails scraping over scars, gripping like he’d fall apart without something to hold.
Sanemi fucked him harder, irritation burning hot under his skin. “You think this is funny?” he growled low, teeth grazing the shell of Giyuu’s ear. “Dragging me out here in the middle of training? Making me look like a damn fool?”
Each word landed with a thrust. Hips snapping forward hard enough to make Giyuu’s toes curl in his sandals, body jerking up the wall. The wet slap of skin echoed obscenely in the narrow space, slick running down Giyuu’s thighs and dripping into the dirt below.
Giyuu only moaned louder into his shoulder, choked, needy, hips rocking back helplessly to meet every punishing drive despite the bruising grip on his hip. His cunt clenched tight around Sanemi’s cock, fluttering greedily with every rough drag, sucking him deeper like he was trying to trap him there.
Sanemi could feel everything, the heat of him, the way his body shook, the way drool soaked hotter against his neck with every broken sound.
“Fucking insatiable,” Sanemi hissed, voice scraped raw with heat and frustration. He shoved deeper, grinding hard against that swollen spot inside until Giyuu’s babbling cracked into a high, muffled whine. “Can’t even make it through a day without getting your cunt stuffed, huh? Pathetic.”
Giyuu shuddered violently, thighs quaking, drool trailing in a thick line down Sanemi’s collar. He tried to speak, something pleading, something desperate, but it dissolved into another wet sob against fabric.
Sanemi didn’t slow, he just fucked him there against the wall, rough and agitated, chasing release in the tight, dripping heat while the distant shouts of recruits carried on like nothing was happening at all.
His hands slid from Giyuu’s hips to his waist, yanking him closer in one sharp motion until they were chest to chest, Giyuu’s back slamming against the rough wall once more. The sudden closeness forced his legs to hook around Sanemi’s hips, thighs clamping tight as Sanemi hoisted him up, cock never slipping free. Gravity drove Giyuu down harder onto every thick inch, a broken sound tearing out of him as he clung on.
His arms looped around Sanemi’s shoulders on instinct, fingers digging into scarred muscle, holding himself together as their bodies slotted close. Sweat-slick uniforms stuck between them, chests heaving in ragged, uneven sync. Giyuu’s head lolled back against the wood, throat bared, eyes glassy and unfocused, barely tracking.
He chased Sanemi’s mouth clumsily, messy, desperate kisses brushing his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his lips; tongue darting wet and uncoordinated, tasting salt and skin. Drool smeared between them, slipping down Giyuu’s chin again.
The words spilled out, dazed and slurred against Sanemi’s neck.
“I love.. your cock, so much - Sanemi, ah, fills me.. so good..”
They tumbled free like he couldn’t stop them, voice dreamy, wrecked, barely holding shape.
Something twisted hard in Sanemi’s chest, hot and sharp, anger and want knotting together until he couldn’t separate them. A low growl vibrated out of him as he crushed his mouth to Giyuu’s, brutal and consuming, swallowing the rest of the babble whole. His tongue shoved in deep, silencing him.
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered against swollen lips, teeth grazing. “Don’t say shit like that.”
One hand stayed locked under Giyuu’s thigh, holding him open. The other slid between them, rough fingers finding Giyuu’s clit and rubbing fast, merciless circles. The swollen nub throbbed under the pressure, and Giyuu’s whole body seized. His back arched, a choked cry smothered into Sanemi’s mouth as his cunt clenched hard, fluttering wildly around the thick intrusion.
He came with a shuddering sob, slick gushing around Sanemi’s cock, hot and uncontrolled, spilling down Giyuu’s thighs in thick trails that soaked into the dirt below.
Sanemi followed seconds later, hips snapping once, twice, then grinding deep as he spilled inside him, thick spurts flooding the tight, spasming heat. He felt it leak out around his base, warm and sticky, running down Giyuu’s inner thighs in obscene streams.
It took a long moment for the haze to lift.
Sanemi exhaled roughly and pulled out slowly, cock dragging wetly free as a final gush of cum and arousal spilled from Giyuu’s swollen cunt. Giyuu’s legs buckled the instant his feet hit the ground; Sanemi caught him under the arms, holding him upright for a heartbeat as he swayed, thighs shaking violently.
Giyuu didn’t speak, fumbling weakly at his trousers, fingers clumsy and uncoordinated as he tried to pull them back up over slick skin. His eyes stayed unfocused, breaths shallow and uneven, mind still somewhere else entirely.
Sanemi fixed his own hakama with quick, angry jerks, ties knotted too tight. He stepped back, jaw clenched, eyes hard.
“I was actually worried for a second,” he growled low. “Thought it was real, something that mattered.” His lip curled. “Should’ve fucking known better, should’ve expected this from you.”
Giyuu blinked slowly, confusion flickering through the fog. His legs trembled harder, barely holding him upright, cum still dripping down his thighs in slow, warm lines.
Sanemi clicked his tongue, sharp, dismissive, then turned on his heel and stalked back toward the training grounds without another word.
–
Steam rose in slow, lazy curls from the surface of the onsen, the hot springs tucked away in a quiet fold of the mountains, far from estates and training grounds alike. The water held a milky blue cast, opaque with minerals, edged by smooth stones worn soft by years of constant flow. The air smelled faintly of sulfur and wet stone. Tall bamboo screens ringed the bath for privacy, but at this hour the space lay empty.
Save for one.
Giyuu sat submerged to his chest, shoulders finally unweighted, body heavy with a rare, bone-deep ease. The heat sank into muscle and joint, dulling aches that had become too familiar after days of relentless training, and other exertions he refused to think too closely about. Beneath the hazy surface, faint bruises bloomed against pale skin, hidden but not forgotten. His dark hair floated loose around his shoulders, damp strands clinging to his neck and collarbones. He leaned back against a submerged stone, head tipping slightly, breath slow and even as he hovered on the edge of sleep.
The crunch of footsteps on gravel barely reached him, it was only when the water shifted that he came to.
Giyuu’s eyes opened halfway, focus returning in gradual pieces.
Sanemi stood at the edge, a towel hung low around his hips, scarred body bare and unguarded, muscle pulled taut beneath pale skin mapped with old wounds. He stopped short when he noticed Giyuu, lips curling into an immediate scoff, pale eyes narrowing with familiar irritation.
“Should’ve fuckin’ expected this,” Sanemi muttered, voice rough, edged with contempt. “Can’t go anywhere without you turning up like a damn shadow.”
Giyuu straightened slightly, water lapping quietly at his chest. He stared back, expression unreadable, save for a flicker of mild surprise.
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” He said evenly, gaze lingering a second too long, tracing the lines of scar and muscle, before he looked away.
Sanemi huffed, low and aggravated. He dropped the towel without ceremony and stepped into the spring, the deliberate splash sending ripples skimming across the surface. He waded in until the water reached his waist, then farther, choosing a spot a few meters away.
He sank down with a grunt, arms stretching back along the rocks, head tipping as the heat closed around him. His eyes slid shut, but his jaw stayed clenched, tension coiled stubbornly through his frame.
Giyuu watched him for a beat longer, then decided it was better to leave.
The water had done its work; the ache had softened, and the air felt heavier now in a way he didn’t want to examine. He dipped his head beneath the surface, soaking his hair fully, letting the warmth roll over his scalp and down his back. When he resurfaced, he exhaled quietly, water streaming down his face. He ran his fingers through his hair, rinsing without much thought to precision, tilting his head, scooping water, movements loose and absent.
Sanemi cracked one eye open, irritation flaring sharp. “What the hell are you doing over there?” He snapped, voice cutting through the steam. “You’re splashing everywhere. If you’re gonna soak your hair, do it right, or get the fuck out.”
Giyuu paused mid-motion, arms raised, water dripping steadily from his fingers. He looked across the steam at Sanemi, holding his gaze. A faint flush crept up the line of his neck, heat, or something else, but he didn’t argue.
Sanemi’s scowl deepened, a low, irritated rumble pulling from his chest as he watched Giyuu fumble with his hair, water sloshing in uneven ripples around his shoulders. Steam thickened the air between them, heavy and damp, carrying the faint bite of minerals and warm skin.
“Fuckin’ useless,” He muttered, half under his breath.
He waded closer through the water, muscles flexing beneath the surface, droplets tracing the old scars across his chest. Giyuu stilled as Sanemi reached him, not pulling away when rough hands closed around his shoulders and turned him with a firm, controlled twist.
Giyuu’s back faced him now, water lapping at his waist, dark hair hanging heavy and dripping down his spine.
Sanemi didn’t say anything.
His fingers slid into the wet strands, unexpectedly careful, thumbs pressing into Giyuu’s scalp in slow, deliberate circles. He worked the water through properly this time, rinsing deeper, tilting Giyuu’s head back with a light tug so the ends dipped beneath the surface. His touch stayed steady, scraping just enough to send a faint shiver down Giyuu’s spine as his palms cupped and massaged, easing tension from his neck and shoulders.
Giyuu exhaled quietly, his body softening into the contact, shoulders slumping as he let Sanemi guide him. The heat of the water mingled with the warmth of Sanemi’s chest brushing close behind, breath ghosting against the nape of his neck. Soft, involuntary sighs slipped from him before he could stop them.
Sanemi’s mind drifted as his hands kept moving on instinct. Steam blurred the edges of everything, and for a moment the irritation faded, just slick hair beneath his palms, the way Giyuu yielded so easily, warm and pliant.
It pissed him off how natural it felt.
Then Giyuu turned slowly, water streaming down his face in thin streams, lashes clumped dark with moisture. His eyes met Sanemi's, cheeks faintly flushed from the heat.
“Thank you,” He said simply, voice soft and polite, like it meant nothing at all.
Sanemi froze, heat twisting low and sharp in his gut, unwanted and immediate, his cock twitching faintly beneath the water despite himself.
Fuck.
He surged forward, one hand fisted in Giyuu’s wet hair as he crushed their mouths together - hard, claiming, teeth knocking before the kiss deepened. Giyuu didn’t pull back, didn’t hesitate to loop his arms around Sanemi’s neck on instinct, drawing him closer as his body arched into it.
Their tongues met, tentative at first, then surer, tasting mineral heat and something darker beneath. The water sloshed around them, steam curling thicker as Giyuu melted into the kiss, lips parting wider, a soft hum vibrating between them.
The kiss deepened fast, turning filthy, urgent, Sanemi’s tongue thrusting into Giyuu’s mouth with the same rhythm he used everywhere else, claiming space without hesitation. He tasted salt and steam and skin, his free hand sliding down Giyuu’s back, fingers digging into wet muscle as he hauled him closer.
Giyuu clung to him, arms tightening around Sanemi’s neck, fingers threading into damp white hair and tugging lightly as he kissed back just as hungrily.
Giyuu broke first, gasping, lips swollen and red. A thin string of saliva stretched between them before snapping. His chest heaved as water streamed from his chin, but Sanemi didn’t give him time to recover. He followed immediately, mouth crashing back down, teeth catching Giyuu’s lower lip hard enough to draw a sharp inhale.
Strong arms wrapped around Giyuu’s waist and dragged him forward through the water with effortless force. Sanemi hauled him in until Giyuu straddled his lap, thighs spreading wide over his hips as the onsen sloshed violently around them, waves breaking against the rocks, steam thickening.
Hands slid down Giyuu’s sides, thumbs brushing sharp hipbones before dipping lower, fingers finding the slick, swollen folds beneath the water. He pressed in without warning, two thick digits sinking deep into the wet heat, curling immediately to grind against sensitive walls.
Giyuu moaned into the kiss, the sound low and desperate, his body arching as his hips rocked instinctively, chasing the stretch. His hand found Sanemi’s wrist, not to stop him, but to tug, urging him on. He didn’t need preparation; the ache was already there, sharp and demanding, his cunt clenching greedily around the fingers like it wanted more.
“Just - fuck me,” He breathed between kisses, voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lidded with need.
Sanemi pulled back just enough to scoff, the sound rough and mocking against Giyuu’s mouth. His fingers twisted deeper, scissoring wide, drawing a fresh gush of slick that clouded the water around them.
“Probably already stretched out like a whore,” He growled, voice low and filthy, thumb dropping to press hard against Giyuu’s clit. “Desperate to get your cunt stuffed every damn hour, bet you’re loose as fuck from all that begging.”
Giyuu ground down harder in his lap, a spark of defiance flashing in his eyes as he opened his mouth to snap back - but Sanemi cut him off.
He yanked his fingers free with a wet pull, hands snapping to Giyuu’s hips, and drove up into him in one thrust. The water eased the way, hot and buoyant, but the stretch still burned sharp and immediate as Sanemi’s thick cock buried to the hilt, splitting him open without mercy.
Giyuu’s walls clamped down hard around him, fluttering wildly, clenching in desperate spasms as a choked cry tore from his throat. His head snapped back, water splashing from his hair as his body shuddered around the brutal intrusion.
Sanemi held still for a moment, buried deep, letting the water carry some of the weight as Giyuu adjusted to the fullness. His cunt clenched in desperate, rhythmic pulses around the thick shaft, slick walls fluttering like they were trying to pull him even deeper. Steam hung heavy, blurring the edges of the world, but Sanemi felt everything, the tiny shivers, the way Giyuu’s body trembled when it pressed close.
Slow, deliberate rolls of his hips began, grinding down in languid circles, each shift lining Sanemi up perfectly with that swollen spot inside. Every drag made his cock bump it just right, sending a sharp jolt through both of them.
Giyuu’s hands clenched on his shoulders, nails biting into scarred skin as he rode him, breaths coming soft and shaky against his neck. The water sloshed gently around them, warm waves lapping at their joined bodies as Giyuu set a measured, teasing rhythm, slow enough to build the heat low and relentless. His clit dragged against Sanemi’s pelvis on every downward grind, sparks shooting up his spine, thighs trembling faintly beneath the surface.
A murmur slipped from his lips, nearly swallowed by the steam. “Only yours..”
Sanemi huffed, eyes narrowing.
“What was that?” He growled, voice low and demanding. One hand slid up Giyuu’s back, fisting in his wet hair and tugging his head back just enough to force him to look. “Say it again.”
Giyuu’s rhythm stuttered for half a second. Annoyance cut through the haze, a rare, sharp glare flashing as he looked up at Sanemi, water dripping from his lashes, cheeks flushed darker than heat alone could explain. His hips never stopped moving, fucking himself down stubbornly onto that thick cock.
“It’s only your dick,” He snapped, voice rough, defiant. He ground down harder to prove it, cunt clenching tight around the length. “I don’t sleep around.”
Sanemi scoffed, a harsh, disbelieving laugh rumbling from his chest as he jerked his hips up just enough to steal a gasp from wet lips.
“You expect me to buy that?” He sneered. “With how you’ve been acting, like a cock-starved slut every time I turn around?”
Giyuu opened his mouth to fire back, brows drawing tight, but Sanemi refused.
He crashed their mouths together, brutal and silencing, tongue shoving in deep to swallow the retort whole. He tasted minerals and heat and need as his hands roamed, sliding up Giyuu’s chest, finding his nipples. His thumbs pressed down hard, then pinched and rolled them between rough fingers.
He remembered that reaction, learned it nights ago.
Giyuu arched with a sharp, broken sound, the sensation ripping straight through him. His cunt spasmed wildly around the cock still lodged inside, clenching in frantic pulses as the teasing turned merciless, pleasure and pressure tangling until his body shook in Sanemi’s grip.
His retort died in the kiss, twisting into a high, helpless whine as Sanemi worked his nipples with precision, pinching, rolling, tugging until the sensation shot straight to his core. His cunt spasmed hard around the thick cock buried inside him, slick walls milking it in frantic pulses as the water churned faintly around their bodies.
Sanemi shifted them, strong arms bending Giyuu back just enough to bare his chest. He broke the kiss and latched onto one flushed nipple, sucking hard. Teeth grazed the swollen bud before biting down sharply, tongue swirling hot and wet as he drew it deep into his mouth.
A full-body tremor tore through him, pleasure tipping dangerously close to pain as his back arched further into the touch. His hands flew to Sanemi’s head, fingers burying in messy white hair, clutching tight without any real attempt to stop him. Droplets scattered from the strands, mixing with sweat on their skin.
“Sanemi - ” His name cracked into a sob, voice wrecked and pleading.
Sanemi only growled low against the abused nipple, biting harder before soothing it with a rough suck. He switched sides with a wet pop, mouth closing over the other bud as his grip locked down on Giyuu’s hips, fingers bruising.
Deep, punishing thrusts snapped through the water, splashing up their thighs, the slap of skin muffled by the onsen but no less filthy. Giyuu’s cunt clenched tighter with every drive, slick gushing around the shaft, coating Sanemi beneath the surface.
It didn’t take long for him to come with a shaky cry, body seizing as release tore through him. His walls fluttered in violent spasms, hot slick spilling freely, clouding the water in sticky trails. He trembled through it, raw and oversensitive, pushing weakly at Sanemi’s head as the relentless suction on his nipple dragged on.
Sanemi didn’t relent, only releasing the bud only after a final bite, letting Giyuu’s head fall back against his shoulder. Giyuu slumped forward, exhausted, clinging to him desperately, arms locked tight around Sanemi’s neck, face buried in the crook as broken sounds soaked into damp skin.
Sanemi kept moving, slower now, but no less deep, grinding up into the oversensitive heat, drawing out every twitch, every ragged gasp while his pussy tightened helplessly around him.
Giyuu whined into his ear, then, face buried in the crook of Sanemi’s neck. His breaths came hot and uneven, words collapsing into slurred pleas.
“Please, cum, fill me up,” He gasped, shame flaring in his chest.
“Breed my pussy, please, please,” Giyuu sobbed, slick gushing around the shaft as his cunt spasmed greedily.
Sanemi’s rhythm broke with a low growl. He slammed up one last time and came hard, thick spurts of cum flooding him completely, heat spilling inside him until it leaked out around the base.
“Filthy fucking slut,” Sanemi rasped, teeth grazing Giyuu’s ear as the last pulses throbbed. “Begging to be bred like a goddamn whore.”
They stayed like that for a moment, breaths slowing, steam heavy, bodies still joined as the water calmed. Sanemi pressed lazy kisses along Giyuu’s neck, tongue flicking salt from his skin, hands rubbing slow circles over his back. Giyuu melted against him, pliant and exhausted, lulled by the afterglow.
Then Sanemi cleared his throat.
“There’s this place in the village,” He muttered gruffly. “Sells ohagi. Decent ones.”
Giyuu blinked, still foggy, cheek resting against Sanemi’s shoulder. “Oh,” He murmured, unsure why that mattered.
Sanemi shifted, irritation already stirring. “You should come.”
That made Giyuu lift his head. His brows knit together, genuine confusion cutting through the haze. “Come.. where?”
Sanemi’s jaw tightened instantly. “What do you mean, where?”
“You said there’s a place,” Giyuu replied slowly, like he was trying to be careful. “I didn’t realize you were - asking.”
Sanemi scoffed. “Don’t start this shit.”
“I’m not starting anything,” Giyuu said, quieter now. “You just said it existed.”
Sanemi’s grip on his hips tightened. “You really gonna sit there and pretend you don’t get what I’m saying?”
“I don’t,” Giyuu insisted, frustration creeping into his voice. “You never said - ”
“Oh, fuck off,” Sanemi snapped. “You know damn well what I meant.”
“I don’t read between the lines,” Giyuu shot back, exhaustion sharpening into something stubborn. “If you want something, say it.”
Sanemi laughed harshly, heat flaring in his cheeks. “So now it’s my fault you’re being thick?”
“I didn’t say that,” Giyuu said, shifting slightly, an innocent movement that made Sanemi’s cock drag inside him, still sensitive. “You just.. talk like everything’s obvious.”
“It is obvious,” Sanemi growled. “To anyone with half a brain.”
Giyuu’s expression tightened. “Then why does it feel like a trap every time I answer wrong?”
His mouth opened, then snapped shut.
“You’re unbelievable,” He spat instead. “Forget it. Go fuck yourself if you’re gonna act like this.”
Before Giyuu could respond, Sanemi shoved him off roughly, cock pulling free with a wet, obscene slide. Cum spilled out in thick trails into the water as Giyuu splashed back with a startled gasp, hands scrambling for the rocks. His thighs trembled as he steadied himself, confusion and hurt tangling on his face.
Sanemi was already moving, wading out of the onsen, grabbing his towel, shoulders stiff as he stalked away without looking back.