Words: 2583
Which universe: Normal world
Which label: Smut
Top: Sanemi
Bottom: Giyuu
About: Sanemi is a rich CEO and is in a stripper bar. He is watching a male stripper, his name is Giyuu and he is known for his moves.
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The pulsing beat of music thrummed through the dimly lit club as Sanemi made his way to the VIP section, his tailored suit impeccable and his posture confident. At 21, he had already climbed the corporate ladder to become a successful CEO, his sharp business acumen and ruthless negotiation skills propelling him to the top.
As he settled into the plush booth, a glass of top-shelf whiskey materializing in front of him, Sanemi's gaze was drawn to the stage. There, under the spotlights, was Giyuu - a vision of temptation and grace. The young man moved with fluid, sensual motions, his toned body glistening with a sheen of sweat as he danced, lost in the music.
On stage, Giyuu wore a revealing outfit that left little to the imagination. A glittering gold G-string hugged his pert rear, the thin straps disappearing between his sculpted cheeks. Above, a matching gold vest clung to his broad shoulders and chest, held together by a single button at the sternum. The garment left his toned midriff bare, showcasing his defined abs and the tantalizing V-line leading down to his groin.
Giyuu's legs were encased in sheer, shimmery stockings that accentuated his muscular thighs and calves. On his feet were towering stiletto heels, adding to his statuesque height. Around his wrists jangled an assortment of bangles and bracelets, catching the light with each sinuous movement of his arms.
As the song reached its crescendo, Giyuu began to slowly remove his skimpy attire piece by piece. He turned his back to the audience, bending at the waist to slide the gold vest down his arms and off, revealing the smooth expanse of his back. The movement caused his round, firm buttocks to jut out invitingly, barely covered by the straining fabric of his G-string.
Straightening up, Giyuu faced the crowd once more, now fully shirtless. His chest was a work of art - defined pecs, a six-pack abdomen, and the enticing trail of hair leading down to his navel. With a wink and a smile, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of his G-string, slowly peeling it down his hips and thighs...
As Giyuu revealed more of his flawless physique, the crowd went wild. Hands reached out, grasping at his hips, his thighs, his bare torso. Fingertips raked over his skin, leaving trails of sensation in their wake. Whistles and catcalls filled the air, a cacophony of appreciation and desire.
"Damn, baby! Work it!" a woman shouted, her eyes roaming hungrily over Giyuu's exposed flesh.
"Get a private dance, stud!" a man called out, waving a wad of bills. "I wanna see what other moves you've got!"
The attention and touches seemed to energize Giyuu, his movements becoming even more sensual and provocative. He rolled his hips, grinding against the outstretched hands, putting on a show that had the entire club electrified.
Turning his back to the audience once more, Giyuu bent forward slightly, placing his hands on his knees. Then, with a wicked grin thrown over his shoulder, he began to gyrate his hips in a mesmerizing figure-eight motion. His toned glutes clenched and relaxed with each rotation, the muscles rippling hypnotically beneath his bronzed skin.
The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, many of them reaching out to slap and grope Giyuu's bouncing ass. He seemed to revel in the attention, arching his back to present himself even more shamelessly. The sheer eroticism of the display had the air crackling with sexual tension.
Sanemi found himself transfixed by the lewd spectacle unfolding before him. Despite the crowded club and the numerous hands pawing at Giyuu's body, his gaze remained locked on the stunning dancer, drinking in every roll of his hips, every flex of his glutes. An unfamiliar heat coiled in his gut, a primal hunger that had nothing to do with food.
Suddenly, Giyuu's eyes met Sanemi's across the crowded room. Even from a distance, Sanemi could feel the electric spark of connection, the unspoken invitation in that smoldering look. Giyuu licked his lips slowly, deliberately, before turning away to continue his sensual performance, leaving Sanemi aching with curiosity and desire.
An hour later, Sanemi found himself in a private VIP room, the door closed and the lights dimmed. Giyuu stood before him, now clad only in a silky robe that left little to the imagination. The air between them crackled with tension, heavy with the promise of what was to come.
Giyuu sauntered closer, his hips swaying seductively with each step. He stopped mere inches from Sanemi, tilting his head to meet the CEO's intense gaze. So, handsome, he purred, his voice low and inviting, what did you have in mind for our private session?
One hand came up to toy with the sash of his robe, loosening it incrementally. The silky fabric parted further, offering tantalizing glimpses of the toned body beneath.
Sanemi's eyes darkened with lust as more of Giyuu's flawless skin was revealed. He reached out, his large hand spanning Giyuu's narrow waist possessively. "I want to worship every inch of you," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "To map your body with my hands, my mouth... to make you fall apart in my arms until you're begging for release."
In one swift motion, Sanemi tugged Giyuu flush against him, the hard planes of his body pressing against the dancer's softer curves. He captured Giyuu's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up passion and hunger into the embrace.
Giyuu melted into the kiss, his lips parting readily to allow Sanemi's tongue to delve into the warm cavern of his mouth. He tasted of mint and something uniquely masculine, intoxicating in its intensity. Giyuu's hands came up to fist in Sanemi's hair, holding him close as he returned the kiss with equal fervor.
Breaking away with a gasp, Giyuu began to shrug off his robe, letting it pool at his feet in a puddle of silk. Now completely bare, he stepped back and struck a pose, one hand on his hip and the other trailing teasingly down his chest. "Like what you see, big boy?" he asked with a sultry smirk, his voice dripping with seduction. "Why don't you come and get it?"
Sanemi's eyes zeroed in on Giyuu's magnificent rear, his gaze devouring the round, firm globes that strained against his fingers. Unable to resist, he reached out to grab a handful, kneading the supple flesh appreciatively. "Fuck, Giyuu," he groaned, his voice thick with awe and desire. "This ass... it's perfect. Like it was made for me to touch, to squeeze..."
Emboldened by Sanemi's reaction, Giyuu wiggled his hips, putting on a show. He arched his back, pushing his ass out further, presenting it like an offering. "You like that, baby? Want a closer look?" he teased, glancing back at Sanemi with a heated stare.
Sanemi couldn't tear his eyes away from Giyuu's tantalizing rear. The sight of those plump cheeks bouncing and jiggling with each wiggle sent a surge of blood rushing southward, his cock hardening rapidly in his slacks. With a low growl, he released Giyuu's ass only to grab his hips, yanking him backwards until they were chest to chest.
"You're playing with fire, little tease," Sanemi rumbled, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of Giyuu's ear. "Keep this up and I might just bend you over and fuck you senseless right here in this room." His hands slid down to grip Giyuu's thighs, thumbs rubbing maddeningly along his inner seams.
With a predatory gleam in his eye, Sanemi grabbed Giyuu's hips and spun him around, pressing the dancer's upper body flat against the table. The cool wood contrasted deliciously with the heat radiating off Giyuu's skin, visible even through the sheen of sweat coating his body.
"Such a good boy, presenting yourself so nicely for me," Sanemi praised, his large hands sliding up Giyuu's thighs, fingertips digging into the firm muscle. "Bet you're already dripping wet, aren't you? Desperate for my cock stretching this tight little hole..."
To emphasize his point, Sanemi ground his clothed erection against Giyuu's ass, the friction delicious even through the layers of fabric separating them.
Giyuu let out a breathy moan, arching his back to press his ass more firmly against Sanemi's straining bulge. The combination of the cool surface beneath him and the hot, hard pressure behind him had liquid heat pooling in his core, his neglected cock twitching with interest.
Please, Sanemi, he whimpered, looking back at the CEO with hooded eyes dark with need. "I need you. Need your big, thick cock splitting me open, claiming me, ruining me for anyone else..."
He reached back with one hand, fumbling with Sanemi's belt buckle, desperate to free the impressive length he could feel throbbing against him. "Want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name. Make me yours, completely and utterly."
With a feral snarl, Sanemi batted Giyuu's hand away and quickly divested himself of his pants and underwear, freeing his massive, throbbing erection. It slapped against Giyuu's ass cheeks, leaving streaks of precum on his tanned skin.
"Such a greedy little slut," Sanemi taunted, giving Giyuu's ass a sharp smack. "Begging so pretty for my cock. Don't worry, baby, I'm going to give this needy hole exactly what it craves."
He reached around to stroke Giyuu's weeping cock, smearing the copious precum leaking from the tip. "First, though, I think this pretty dick needs some attention. Gonna make you cum on my fingers before I wreck this tight ass with my big, thick cock."
Giyuu keened high in his throat, his hips bucking frantically into Sanemi's stroking hand. The dual sensations of the CEO's palm wrapped around his aching shaft and the blunt head of his cock nudging insistently at Giyuu's fluttering hole had him seesawing on a knife's edge of pleasure.
Yes, yes, please! he babbled incoherently, too far gone in his lust to care how desperate he sounded. "Need your fingers, your cock, anything! Wanna cum so bad, gonna explode if you keep touching me like that!"
Giyuu's inner walls clenched greedily, trying to draw Sanemi inside. His balls drew up tight, signaling his impending orgasm. All it would take was a few more strokes, a little more friction...
Unable to hold back any longer, Sanemi lined himself up and thrust forward, burying his massive cock to the hilt in Giyuu's tight, welcoming heat with one powerful stroke. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation, Giyuu's velvety walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, so goddamn tight," Sanemi grunted, giving Giyuu no time to adjust before he started up a brutal pace. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, each thrust punching the air from Giyuu's lungs and sending sparks of ecstasy shooting up his spine. "Take it, you filthy little cock sleeve. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be used like the desperate slut you are?"
Giyuu could only scream in rapture as Sanemi pounded into him, each devastating thrust striking his prostate dead-on and sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing through his body. Tears of overwhelming bliss streamed down his face, drool escaping the corner of his slack mouth as he was fucked stupid, his mind short-circuiting from the intensity.
"H-harder!" he managed to choke out between garbled moans, pushing his hips back to meet Sanemi's violent thrusts. "W-wanna f-feel it for days! Ruin m-me, break me, make me y-yours!"
Giyuu's neglected cock bobbed and leaked steadily, smearing precum across the tabletop. His balls drew up impossibly tighter, his climax barreling down on him like a freight train.
Sensing Giyuu's impending orgasm, Sanemi redoubled his efforts, one hand coming around to roughly jerk the dancer's weeping cock in time with his brutal thrusts. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Giyuu's broken cries and Sanemi's animalistic grunts.
"That's it, cum for me like the desperate whore you are!" Sanemi snarled, feeling his own release fast approaching. "Milk my cock with this greedy cunt! Fucking soak me in your seed while I fill this ass with my hot load!"
With a final, punishing thrust, Sanemi buried himself to the root and exploded, painting Giyuu's inner walls white with spurt after spurt of his potent cum.
The feeling of Sanemi's scorching release flooding his insides pushed Giyuu over the edge. With a silent scream, his cock pulsed and jerked in Sanemi's grip, thick ropes of pearly essence erupting from the tip to splatter across the table and floor. Giyuu's entire body convulsed with the force of his climax, his untouched prostate milked mercilessly by Sanemi's still-thrusting cock.
"S-SANEMI!" he wailed, seeing stars burst behind his eyelids as wave after wave of mind-melting ecstasy crashed over him. In that moment, there was nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss, his world narrowing down to the exquisite stretch of Sanemi's cock buried inside him and the pulsing heat of his own release.
Panting heavily, Sanemi collapsed forward, blanketing Giyuu's smaller form with his larger body. He peppered the dancer's sweat-slicked back with soft kisses, gentler now in the aftermath of their intense coupling. "That was... incredible," he murmured, nuzzling into the nape of Giyuu's neck. "You took my cock so well, like you were made for it. Such a good boy for me."
Slowly, carefully, Sanemi pulled out, both of them groaning at the loss. He gathered Giyuu into his arms, cradling him against his chest as they caught their breath. Stay with me tonight, he said softly, brushing Giyuu's damp hair back from his forehead. Let me worship this gorgeous body properly, make love to you slow and sweet.
Over the course of several hours, Sanemi thoroughly claimed and possessed Giyuu's body in every way imaginable. He took his time exploring every dip and curve, mapping out Giyuu's sensitive spots with lips, teeth, and tongue. Sanemi lavished attention on Giyuu's neck, sucking dark hickeys into the tender skin and grazing it with his teeth, marking the dancer as his.
He flipped Giyuu onto his back, spreading his legs wide to expose his most intimate places. Sanemi worshipped Giyuu's cock with his mouth, taking him deep into the wet heat of his throat and swallowing around him. At the same time, he worked two fingers knuckle-deep into Giyuu's slick, puffy hole, curling them just right to brush against his prostate with every thrust.
As Giyuu thrashed and moaned beneath him, lost to the dual stimulation, Sanemi added a third finger, scissoring and stretching him open. He brought Giyuu to the brink again and again with his skilled ministrations, denying him release until he was a babbling, incoherent mess, tears of frustration leaking from his eyes.
Only then did Sanemi finally deem Giyuu ready. He replaced his fingers with the broad head of his cock, pushing in slowly, savoring the tight, silken heat engulfing him inch by torturous inch. Once fully seated, Sanemi set a deep, rolling rhythm, grinding against Giyuu's prostate with every pass. He leaned down to capture Giyuu's lips in a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth and shared breath.