This is part two from Phone sex!!
Words: 4596
Which universe: Normal world
Which label: Hardcore Smut
Top: Sanemi
Bottom: Giyuu
About: Sanemi and Giyuu are dating for months. He is in a hotel room because he is on a business trip away from Giyuu. Sanemi is horny as hell and he decided to call Giyuu for phone sex. A few days later Sanemi finally went back to Giyuu and decided to fuck his boyfriend stupid.
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Sanemi burst through the door like a hurricane, slamming it shut behind him with a fierce grunt. He immediately kicked off his boots and shrugged off his jacket, his eyes locked on Giyuu who stood waiting in the living room. The moment their gazes met, Sanemi's entire body tensed with restrained hunger. "God, I've been dying to get my hands on you," he growled, stepping closer with deliberate, predatory steps.
He closed the distance between them in two strides, cupping Giyuu's face in both hands and tilting his chin up. His thumb brushed across Giyuu's lips, and he leaned in until their mouths were mere inches apart. "Three weeks without you... I nearly went insane," Sanemi whispered, his voice laced with raw need. "Let me show you exactly how much I missed you."Without warning, Sanemi crushed their mouths together in a searing kiss, his hands gripping Giyuu's shoulders as he forced his tongue past Giyuu's lips. The taste of Giyuu's mouth was like heaven, and he devoured it hungrily, nipping and sucking at his lower lip until Giyuu's knees threatened to give out. "Mmmph... God, you taste so good," he groaned against Giyuu's mouth, his fingers digging into Giyuu's skin as he pulled him flush against his body.
Sanemi's hands slid down Giyuu's back, gripping his ass and lifting him effortlessly as he carried him toward the bedroom, never breaking their kiss. Every step was a testament to his pent-up frustration, his body burning with the need to claim Giyuu again and again.
"No more waiting, no more pretending."Sanemi stumbled into the bedroom, still kissing Giyuu relentlessly as he dropped him onto the bed with a soft thud. He climbed on top of him, pinning Giyuu's wrists above his head with one hand while the other traveled down to undo his pants. "Time to stop playing nice," he growled, his breath hot against Giyuu's ear as he nibbled along his jawline. "You've been such a bad boy, letting me fuck you over the phone while you touched yourself. Now you're gonna pay the price."
His fingers worked quickly, stripping Giyuu's clothes off with impatient urgency. The sight of Giyuu's bare, sweat-slick skin sent a fresh rush of lust through him, making his cock twitch violently in his pants. "So fucking beautiful,"Sanemi tore off his own shirt, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest as he loomed over Giyuu's trembling form. His fingers traced the outline of Giyuu's collarbone before sliding down to pinch and twist Giyuu's hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from the younger man. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with possessive pride. "Can feel how much you've been aching for this."
He ground his hips down against Giyuu, letting the bulge in his pants press against Giyuu's erection, teasing them both with the friction. "Let me take care of you properly," Sanemi whispered, his breath ghosting over Giyuu's lips as he leaned in for another kiss. "No more phones, no more fantasies."Sanemi's hands moved with ruthless precision, yanking Giyuu's pants and underwear down in one swift motion. The sight of Giyuu's slick, aching cock made his own pulse hammer painfully in his jeans. "Look at you, all ready and begging for me," he taunted, his fingers brushing over Giyuu's inner thigh, tracing the line where his legs met his torso. "Such a good little slut for me."
He reached down and unfastened his own belt, pulling his zipper down with a slow, deliberate motion. The moment his cock sprang free, he positioned himself at Giyuu's entrance, rubbing the tip of his shaft along Giyuu's slickness in a slow, torturous circle. "Open up for me, baby," Sanemi ordered, his voice a gravelly whisper. With a savage growl, Sanemi plunged into Giyuu's tight heat in one smooth, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one go. Giyuu's body convulsed beneath him, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he adjusted to the sheer size of Sanemi's cock. "Mmmf! S-Sanemi—!" he gasped, his nails digging into Sanemi's back as he tried to process the overwhelming sensation.
Sanemi didn't give him time to recover. He pulled back slowly, dragging his length out until just the tip remained inside before slamming back in with violent force. Each thrust sent shockwaves through Giyuu's body, his moans growing louder with every punishing stroke. "That's it, baby," Sanemi panted, his hands gripping Giyuu's hips as he fucked him harder. Sanemi's cock pistoned in and out of Giyuu's tight, quivering hole with relentless aggression, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure-pain through Giyuu's body. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with Giyuu's ragged breathing and occasional whimper of delight.
His large hands dug into Giyuu's hips, bruising the tender skin as he drove into him with animalistic fervor. Sanemi's breath came in heavy pants, his muscles taut with the effort of maintaining his brutal pace. The scent of Giyuu's sweat and arousal mixed with his own, creating an intoxicating perfume that made his senses explode.
Every time he bottomed out, he would pause for a heartbeat, allowing Giyuu's body to adjust before plunging back in with even more force. Sanemi's cock slammed into Giyuu's prostate with merciless precision, making the younger man arch off the bed with a strangled yell. His fingers curled into the sheets as he tried to brace himself against the onslaught, but there was no stopping the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over him. "Oh god, Sanemi—! F-Fuck, so deep—!"
The older man leaned down, biting sharply into Giyuu's neck as he maintained his punishing rhythm. His breath was hot against Giyuu's ear, his voice a dark, satisfied growl. "Scream for me, baby. Let me hear how much you're enjoying this," he demanded, his hips moving with brutal efficiency. "Cum for me, I wanna feel you milk my cock like the greedy little slut you are."Sanemi's grip on Giyuu's hips tightened as he focused solely on the physical connection between them, his movements becoming even more primal and consuming. There was no need for words—his actions spoke volumes, each thrust a declaration of possession, each groan a testament to the raw, unfiltered passion between them.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Giyuu's, their breaths mingling in the charged silence. His hands moved with certainty, guiding Giyuu's body to meet his every demand, his touch both demanding and tender. The absence of words only heightened the intimacy, the tension crackling in the air as they lost themselves in the rhythm of their bodies.
Sanemi's thrusts grew deeper, more insistent, his body moving with a purpose that left no room for distraction. Sanemi slowed his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he leaned down to rain gentle, fevered kisses across Giyuu's face, neck, and chest. His lips brushed over every inch of exposed skin, leaving a trail of warmth and tenderness that contrasted sharply with the roughness of their earlier coupling. "You're so perfect," he murmured between kisses, his voice softer now, almost reverent. "So beautiful, so mine."
He kissed Giyuu's eyelids, his cheeks, his lips—each one lingering longer than the last, as if trying to memorize every detail of his lover's face. His hands cradled Giyuu's head, holding him close as he pressed a final, lingering kiss to his mouth, a quiet promise of devotion and desire. "I'll never let anyone else have you,"Sanemi broke the kiss with a shuddering breath, his fingers threading through Giyuu's hair as he gazed down at him with something dangerously close to reverence. His usual fiery intensity softened into something gentler, more vulnerable—a side of him rarely seen outside of these intimate moments. "You're everything," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "All I ever wanted... all I'll ever need."
He leaned in once more, this time placing a delicate kiss on Giyuu's forehead, then another on his nose, before finally resting his brow against Giyuu. For a long moment, neither of them moved, the weight of their shared silence heavier than any words could convey. "Stay with me," Sanemi murmured, his breath warm against Giyuu's skin. "Always."Sanemi's body trembled as he felt Giyuu's tight walls contract around his cock, milking him with a desperation that sent sparks flying behind his eyes. A guttural groan escaped his throat as he surged forward, burying himself deep within Giyuu's core as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. "G-Giyuu..." he gasped, his fingers digging into Giyuu's hips as he spilled himself inside the younger man, each pulse of his release matched by the rhythmic squeezing of Giyuu's own climax.
They both lay panting, tangled together in a sweaty, exhausted heap, the aftershocks of their mutual ecstasy still rippling through their bodies. Sanemi rested his forehead against Giyuu, his breaths gradually slowing as he savored the aftermath of their union. "So good," Giyuu lay sprawled across the bed, his body still humming with residual pleasure, his limbs heavy and his mind foggy with post-coital bliss. The weight of Sanemi's body on top of him was comforting, grounding. He could feel the steady rise and fall of Sanemi's chest against his back, the warmth of his breath on his neck, and the lingering pressure of his cock still nestled inside him.
He let out a soft sigh, his fingers curling slightly in the sheets as he tried to process what had just happened. It was everything he had imagined—and more. Sanemi's touch had been rough, yes, but also deeply caring, his kisses gentle when they needed to be, his presence constant and reassuring.
Giyuu turned his head slightly, his cheek resting against Sanemi's shoulder. Sanemi pulled out with a soft groan, rolling onto his back as he caught his breath. He glanced over at Giyuu's flushed, satisfied face and smirked, already feeling the stirrings of another round. "Still got some fight left in you, huh?" he teased, reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a bottle of lube. "Let's see how much more you can take."
He uncapped the lube and coated his fingers, then gently spread Giyuu's legs apart. "You're not getting off that easy, baby," he said, his voice low and sultry as he began to work his fingers into Giyuu's still-sensitive hole, stretching him open with slow, deliberate motions. "This time, we're gonna take it slower... or maybe not."Giyuu lay there, his body still buzzing with the remnants of their first round, his thoughts a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. But as Sanemi's fingers brushed against him again, coaxing him awake, a fresh wave of anticipation rolled through him. He wasn't sure if he had the strength for another round, but somehow, he knew he wouldn't say no.
He felt Sanemi's touch, careful yet confident, and instinctively relaxed, letting the older man guide him. The lube was cool against his skin, and when Sanemi's fingers began to move, it was like a slow, sweet torture. Giyuu's breath hitched involuntarily, his body responding even when his mind was still catching up.
He didn't want to think too much—he just wanted to feel. Sanemi shifted, positioning himself between Giyuu's thighs as he leaned down, his lips hovering just above Giyuu's pulsing cock. His breath was warm against the sensitive skin, sending a shiver through Giyuu's spine. "Ready for this, baby?" he asked, his voice a mix of mischief and hunger as he ran his tongue along the underside of Giyuu's shaft, tasting him like he'd been dying to for far too long.
He took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before swallowing as much as he could, his throat working in a slow, practiced motion. The sounds Giyuu's made—soft whimpers, shaky breaths—only fueled his desire, and he sucked harder, determined to make Giyuu lose control completely. "Mmm... you taste so good,"Giyuu's breath hitched as Sanemi's mouth closed around him, the warmth and suction sending a jolt straight to his core. It was different from anything he'd experienced before—more intense, more intimate. He couldn't help the small whimper that slipped out, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.
He felt Sanemi's fingers brush against his thighs, steadying him, guiding him as he adjusted to the new sensation. The pressure was overwhelming, and he found himself arching into it without thinking, his hands finding purchase on Sanemi's shoulders as if to hold on. Every movement, every flick of Sanemi's tongue, sent waves of pleasure through him, making his entire body shudder.
He wanted to say something, to tell Sanemi how amazing it felt, but all that came out were broken, desperate noises. Sanemi worked his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, alternating between deep, sucking motions and light, teasing licks. His tongue swirled around Giyuu's sensitive head, then dragged down the length of his shaft before taking him back in, his throat relaxing to accommodate him fully. Giyuu moans grew louder, his body shaking with each new wave of pleasure.
He lifted his head just enough to glance up at Giyuu face, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut, the way his lips parted in silent cries. Then, without warning, he swallowed him whole again, his gag reflex barely holding back as he worked him deeper, his fingers kneading Giyuu's thighs to keep him steady. Sanemi pulled away with a wet pop, his lips slick and his breath uneven as he looked up at Giyuu's flushed, dazed face. Without a word, he rolled them over, positioning Giyuu on top of him, his cock hard and ready. "Your turn," he rasped, his voice hoarse from the blowjob. "Ride me, baby."
He guided Giyuu's hips, helping him settle down onto his throbbing member. Giyuu's body hesitated for a second, overwhelmed by the sudden shift in control, but Sanemi's hands on his waist urged him forward. Slowly, he sank down, taking Sanemi inside him with a shuddering breath. "Mmm... yeah,"Giyuu's tight heat enveloped him, and Sanemi let out a low, appreciative groan as he felt himself slide all the way in. He kept his hands on Giyuu's hips, guiding him as he started to lift and lower himself, testing the waters. "Take it slow, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But don't hold back either."
As Giyuu's body adjusted, he began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Sanemi watched intently, his eyes locked on Giyuu's face, on the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the way his lips parted with each inhale. He loved seeing Giyuu in control, even if it was just for a moment. "That's it."Giyuu's movements became more confident, his hips picking up speed as he found a rhythm that worked for him. Sanemi let out a low grunt, his fingers tightening on Giyuu's hips as he felt the familiar burn of pleasure building in his core. "Faster," he instructed, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you want this."
Giyuu's breath came in shallow gasps, his body moving with a mixture of hesitation and determination. Sanemi could feel the way his muscles clenched around him, the way his skin was slick with sweat, and it only made him want to push him further. He arched his hips up, meeting Giyuu's thrusts with equal force, his own body demanding more. "You're so good like this," he panted, his eyes dark with desire. Sanemi suddenly flipped them over, pinning Giyuu's wrists above his head with one hand while using the other to grip his hip, pulling him down with ruthless force. "You want it rough? Fine," he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper as he drove into Giyuu with relentless intensity. "Then take it like the good little fuck I know you are."
His thrusts were sharp, unforgiving, each one slamming into Giyuu's core with a brutal precision that left no room for hesitation. Giyuu's back arched off the bed as Sanemi pounded into him, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling under the sheer force of it. "Scream for me," Sanemi ordered, his teeth grazing Giyuu's neck as he pistoned in and out with savage hunger.
Giyuu's body was on fire, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of Sanemi's movements. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves through him, his muscles screaming in protest, yet he couldn't stop the way his body responded—clenching, twisting, begging for more. He felt every ridge, every pulse of Sanemi's cock buried deep inside him, and it was too much, too fast, too intense.
He let out a choked sound, his nails digging into the mattress as he tried to find some sort of balance between pain and pleasure. Sanemi's grip on his wrists was bruising, his voice a low, dangerous growl in his ear, and it only made things worse. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe properly—it was all sensation, all heat, all Sanemi. After what felt like an eternity of relentless fucking.
Giyuu's body gave out with a shuddering cry, his muscles convulsing as he came hard, his seed spilling over Sanemi's stomach. Sanemi roared in satisfaction, his own climax crashing over him as he filled Giyuu depths with a violent, possessive thrust. "Giyuu!" he bellowed, his fingers digging into Giyuu's hips as he emptied himself inside him, his body collapsing on top of the younger man in a tangle of sweat and spent energy.
They lay there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and semen, the air thick with the scent of sex and exhaustion. Sanemi rolled off him, flopping onto his back with a groan, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Sanemi rolled onto his side, his breathing still labored, his body aching in all the right places. He reached over to the nightstand, his fingers brushing against the drawer before he yanked it open. Inside, a collection of toys gleamed under the dim light—rubber, silicone, and glass, waiting to be used. "We ain't done yet," he muttered, his voice gravelly with lust and exhaustion. "Time for something new."
He grabbed a thick, ridged toy, its surface textured and inviting, and turned back to Giyuu, whose eyes were still half-lidded, his body still recovering from their previous rounds. Sanemi grinned, licking his lips as he positioned himself behind Giyuu, his fingers tracing the curve of his ass before sliding the toy into him with slow, deliberate pressure.
Sanemi wrapped a thick rope around Giyuu's wrists, securing them firmly to the headboard as he worked with practiced efficiency. His movements were quick, precise, and utterly dominant, his fingers tightening the knots just enough to leave a mark but not break the skin. Giyuu's eyes widened slightly, his breath catching as he realized he was trapped. "Not a word," Sanemi growled, his voice low and dangerous as he leaned in close, his breath ghosting over Giyuu's ear. "Just feel."
He pressed a damp cloth over Giyuu's mouth, muffling any protests before they could escape. Giyuu's muffled whimpers were the only sounds that remained, his body tense beneath Sanemi's touch as the older man slid the toy deeper into him, his fingers trailing down Giyuu's back with a cruel, teasing caress. Sanemi paused, his fingers still resting on Giyuu's back, his breath coming in slow, measured pulls as he studied the younger man's face. Even bound and silenced, Giyuu's eyes held something—uncertainty, fear, but also something deeper. Something that told Sanemi he was still there, still aware, still listening.
He lowered himself until his mouth was inches from Giyuu's ear, his voice a low, rumbling murmur. "You don't have to talk, baby. Just breathe. Just believe in me." His thumb brushed lightly over Giyuu's jaw, a featherlight touch meant to soothe, to reassure. "I'd never hurt you. Never." He tilted Giyuu's chin up slightly, forcing their eyes to meet. Giyuu's eyes met Sanemi's, and for the first time since being tied down, there was no resistance—just quiet understanding. His breathing slowed, his body loosening slightly as if surrendering to the moment, to Sanemi. The muffled whimpers faded into soft, steady exhales, and though he couldn't speak, his gaze spoke volumes.
Sanemi felt it—the trust, the faith, the unspoken promise that he would take care of him, even in the most reckless of ways. A slow, satisfied smile curled his lips as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Giyuu's forehead before pulling back just enough to continue. "Good," he whispered, his voice softer now, almost reverent. "Now let me show you how much I love you."Sanemi's fingers traced the curve of Giyuu's cheek, his touch impossibly gentle after everything they'd just gone through. He could feel the weight of Giyuu's trust settling between them, something heavier than sex, more real than any words ever could be. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with something raw and unfiltered. "And I'm yours. Always."
He moved closer, his lips hovering just above Giyuu, his breath warm against the cloth covering his mouth. Then, slowly, he removed it, letting Giyuu taste the air, the silence, the space between them. "Say it," he demanded, not cruelly, but with a quiet certainty. "Tell me you trust me."Giyuu's heart was pounding, not from fear, but from something deeper—an ache, a longing, a quiet surrender. He could feel Sanemi's presence everywhere, the weight of his touch, the intensity of his gaze. Even bound and unable to speak, he felt seen, understood, accepted in a way he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time.
The ropes around his wrists were tight, but not painful. The cloth over his mouth had been taken away, leaving only the lingering taste of Sanemi's breath on his skin. And in that moment, he believed. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Because Sanemi had shown him something real, something honest, and despite the chaos, despite the power play, he trusted him. Giyuu's lips parted, his voice hoarse from the night's exertions, but when he finally spoke, it was soft, vulnerable, and full of something that made Sanemi's chest tighten. "I trust you..." his voice wavered, uncertain, but sincere. "...Sanemi."
He looked up at the older man, his blue eyes searching, pleading, and for once, not hiding anything. There was no mask, no distance—just honesty, raw and exposed. Sanemi's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause, suspended in the quiet gravity of those words. "Always," Sanemi whispered, his fingers brushing through Giyuu's hair, a promise sealed with a single, tender touch. Sanemi's hand lingered in Giyuu's hair, his thumb tracing the shell of Giyuu's ear as he stared down at him, his usual wild grin replaced with something softer, something almost fragile. He didn't say anything else—there was nothing left to say. The weight of Giyuu's trust, the quiet confession, the way his body still trembled from their shared climax—all of it settled between them like a sacred thing.
He leaned in, pressing his forehead against Giyuu, his breath mingling with the younger man's. For once, he wasn't looking for dominance, for control, for the rush of power. He was just here, with Giyuu, and that was enough. "Always," he repeated, quieter this time, almost to himself. Sanemi reached for the black silk scarf from the nightstand, his fingers brushing over the smooth fabric before he wrapped it around Giyuu's eyes, tying it securely behind his head. The moment the darkness swallowed Giyuu's vision, he let out a small, confused hum, his breath hitching slightly. "No peeking," Sanemi chuckled, his voice low and playful, but there was something more beneath it—something serious, something intimate. "Just feel. Just listen."
He sat back, watching as Giyuu's pupils dilated in the sudden absence of sight, his body tensing slightly before relaxing into the unknown. Sanemi's hand hovered over Giyuu's chest, fingertips just brushing the skin before he moved downward, tracing the outline of Giyuu's ribs, his collarbone, the dip of his sternum. "You're safe," He ran his fingers through Giyuu's hair, his touch slow, deliberate, mapping out the contours of Giyuu's face with reverence. "You're safe," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with something that sounded almost like devotion. "No matter where we go, no matter what we do... you're safe with me."
He leaned in, pressing his lips to Giyuu's forehead, then his temple, then the tip of his nose, each touch lighter than the last. Giyuu's breath was uneven, his body still reeling from everything, but he didn't pull away. He didn't flinch. He just stayed there, trusting, listening, feeling. "Now," Sanemi murmured, his hand drifting down to rest on Giyuu's chest, his palm flat against his heartbeat. His fingers curled gently around Giyuu's wrist, lifting it to his mouth and placing a soft, lingering kiss on the inside of his palm. "Let me take care of you," he said, his voice rough with emotion, something unguarded and raw. "Even when you can't see it."
He shifted closer, his breath warm against Giyuu's ear as he whispered, "Just breathe. Just be here with me." His other hand trailed down Giyuu's arm, over his shoulder, across his chest, and then lower, his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of Giyuu's hip before slipping between his thighs. "You're mine. All mine." There was no threat in his words—only possession, only love, only the truth of it.
Sanemi pulled Giyuu's legs apart, his fingers gliding along the inside of Giyuu's thigh, coaxing him open with slow, deliberate strokes. The blindfold made everything sharper, more intense—the way Giyuu's breath hitched, the way his body reacted without seeing, without knowing exactly what was coming. "Ready for me?" he asked, his voice a low, raspy murmur as he pressed the tip of his cock against Giyuu's entrance, teasing, testing.
Without waiting for an answer, he pushed in, slow and deep, filling Giyuu completely. The younger man let out a strangled noise, his body arching instinctively, trying to take everything Sanemi gave him. Sanemi groaned, his hands gripping Giyuu's hips as he started moving, each thrust harder, deeper, more demanding than the last. He pistoned into Giyuu's tightness with a rhythm that was both punishing and tender, his breath hot against Giyuu's neck as he whispered, "That's it, baby. Take it. Let me fill you up." His fingers dug into Giyuu's hips, holding him in place as he drove into him with relentless hunger, each movement fueled by something deeper than lust—something primal, something real.
Giyuu whimpered, his body trembling under the force of Sanemi's thrusts, his trust in the dark making him even more vulnerable, more open. Sanemi felt it, felt the way Giyuu's body surrendered to him, and it only made him want more. He leaned in, his mouth finding Giyuu's ear, his voice a growl of possession and need. "Mine,"