Words: 3316
Which universe: Normal world
Which label: Smut
Top: Sanemi
Bottom: Giyuu
About: Sanemi is Giyuu's new bodyguard. Giyuu is the typical rich kid and Sanemi is the strict bodyguard. Giyuu has trust issues and other problems because his parents never had time for him. Sanemi is a bit older than Giyuu.
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The air between them was electric, charged with the weight of months of pent-up tension and barely restrained desire. Sanemi's eyes raked over Giyuu's nearly nude form, drinking in every dip and curve like a man starved.
"I warned you," he rasped, his voice rough with need. "You tempted me beyond reason, and now I'm going to take what I've been craving for so long."In a flash, Sanemi's hands released Giyuu's wrists to tangle in his hair, gripping the silky strands tightly as he crashed his lips against the younger man's in a bruising kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, a clash of mouths that bordered on punishing in its intensity. He poured years' worth of longing and frustration into the kiss, finally allowing himself to indulge in the fantasy he'd denied for so long.
One large hand slid down Giyuu's spine to palm his ass, kneading the firm muscle as he ground his hips against the younger man's. The thick ridge of his erection pressed insistently against Giyuu's thigh, a testament to his overwhelming arousal. "Tell me to stop," Sanemi panted against Giyuu's lips, his eyes dark with lust and a flicker of uncertainty. Giyuu moaned into the kiss, his body melting against Sanemi's as he returned the heated embrace with equal fervor. His hands scrambled for purchase, finding their way under Sanemi's shirt to map the planes of his muscular back. He arched into the older man's touch, silently begging for more contact, more friction.
When Sanemi pulled back to issue his warning, Giyuu's eyes fluttered open, glazed with desire. A wicked, challenging grin spread across his face as he locked gazes with Sanemi. "Why would I tell you to stop when this is exactly what I want?" he purred, rolling his hips deliberately against Sanemi's. "I've dreamed of you touching me like this, of feeling your hands on my skin, your mouth on mine."A feral growl ripped from Sanemi's throat at Giyuu's brazen words and actions. In one fluid motion, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Giyuu's boxers and yanked them down, baring the younger man completely to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, you're perfect," he groaned, his eyes devouring every inch of newly exposed skin.
Sanemi's hands roamed greedily over Giyuu's body, mapping the dips and curves he'd only ever imagined touching. He dipped his head to lave his tongue over the shell of Giyuu's ear before biting down on the tender lobe. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he promised darkly, his voice dripping with sinful intent. Giyuu gasped and shuddered as Sanemi's hands and mouth worked over his sensitized skin, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure that raced down his spine. He tangled his fingers in the older man's hair, tugging lightly as he arched into his ministrations. "Yes," he hissed, his voice high and thready with need. "Ruin me, wreck me, make me yours."
Emboldened by his own desire, Giyuu fumbled with the buttons of Sanemi's shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin. Once he'd divested the older man of the garment, he ran his palms reverently over the expanse of his chest, marveling at the hard planes and ridges of muscle. "Please, Sanemi."Their mouths crashed together again in a frenzy of lips and tongues, the kiss turning filthy and demanding. Sanemi plundered Giyuu's mouth like a man possessed, swallowing the younger man's moans and whimpers of pleasure. His hands roamed greedily, squeezing and caressing every inch of bared skin he could reach.
Giyuu clung to Sanemi desperately, his nails raking down the older man's back as he lost himself in the intensity of the kiss. He wrapped one leg around Sanemi's hip, grinding his rapidly hardening length against the other man's thigh. The friction sent jolts of electricity through his body, stoking the flames of his desire higher and higher. Their passionate kisses grew increasingly heated and urgent as the line between fantasy and reality blurred. Sanemi's tongue delved deep, tangling with Giyuu's in a sensual dance as he mapped every contour of the younger man's mouth. He nipped at Giyuu's lower lip, soothing the sting with his tongue before diving back in for more.
Large, calloused hands roamed Giyuu's body possessively, leaving trails of tingling heat in their wake. Sanemi palmed the globes of Giyuu's ass, kneading the firm flesh as he pulled the younger man impossibly closer. His other hand slid up Giyuu's spine, tracing each vertebra before tangling in the silky strands of his hair, tugging lightly to angle his head for better access. Sanemi's kisses turned ravenous, almost feral in their intensity. He licked into Giyuu's mouth like a man starved, consuming him, claiming him in the most primal way possible. The wet slide of their tongues, the obscene sounds of their panting breaths, the creaking of the bed frame under their writhing bodies - it all blended into a symphony of lust and desperation.
Giyuu matched Sanemi's passion with equal fervor, his own inexperienced touches becoming bolder, more confident. He raked his nails down Sanemi's back, leaving faint red lines in their wake as he urged the older man on. Lost in the throes of passion, Sanemi's hands found their way to Giyuu's chest, kneading the soft mounds of flesh. His thumbs brushed over the pebbled nipples, teasing the sensitive buds until they hardened further under his touch. He rolled and pinched them gently, gauging Giyuu's reactions to find what pleased him most.
Breaking the kiss, Sanemi trailed his lips down the column of Giyuu's throat, pausing to suck a dark mark into the delicate skin where neck meets shoulder. He lavished attention on the spot, determined to leave his claim for all to see. "Mine," he growled against Giyuu's pulse point, the word vibrating through his skin. "You're mine now, Giyuu. All mine."With trembling hands, Sanemi reached for the fastenings of his own pants, fumbling slightly in his haste to remove the last barriers between their bodies. He kicked them aside impatiently once undone, leaving him clad in only a pair of tight black boxer briefs that did little to conceal his impressive arousal.
His eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of Giyuu splayed out beneath him, pale skin flushed and heaving with each ragged breath. Sanemi settled between the younger man's thighs, the heat of his hardness pressing insistently against Giyuu's stomach. "So beautiful," he murmured, running reverent hands up Giyuu's sides to cup his face. "I can't believe this is really happening."Giyuu arched into Sanemi's touch, his skin tingling everywhere the older man's hands roamed. He looked up at Sanemi through hooded eyes, pupils blown wide with desire, his lips kiss-swollen and inviting. "It's real," he breathed, reaching up to trace the strong line of Sanemi's jaw. "We're really doing this. You and me, finally..."
Unable to resist, Giyuu surged up to capture Sanemi's lips in another searing kiss. At the same time, he hooked a leg around Sanemi's hip, using the leverage to grind his own aching arousal against the other man's thigh. The dual sensations of Sanemi's mouth on his and the delicious friction made Giyuu moan brokenly into the kiss, his hips rocking instinctively to seek more of that blissful pressure. Feeling emboldened by Giyuu's obvious enthusiasm, Sanemi hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and shoved them down, freeing his massive, throbbing erection. It sprang forth, long and thick, the swollen head already glistening with precum. He gave himself a few slow strokes, putting on an unintentionally erotic show for Giyuu's benefit.
"Like what you see, baby?" Sanemi purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I know how much you love big cocks. And I've got just the thing to satisfy that craving of yours." He shifted his hips, dragging the heavy length of his shaft along Giyuu's inner thigh, leaving a trail of slick heat in its wake. "Beg for it, Giyuu."Giyuu's eyes widened as Sanemi's impressive manhood was revealed, his tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the thick, pulsing shaft, his own neglected arousal twitching in anticipation. "Oh god, Sanemi," he whimpered, his voice high and needy. "You're so big, so perfect. I need it, please. I need your huge cock inside me."
Desperately, Giyuu reached for Sanemi, wrapping slender fingers around the hot, hard length. He stroked it reverently, marveling at the silky smooth skin stretched taut over steel. At the same time, he spread his legs wider in clear invitation, the pink pucker of his entrance fluttering visibly with want. "Fill me up, Sanemi. Claim me, make me yours."With a guttural groan, Sanemi lined himself up with Giyuu's entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging insistently against the tight ring of muscle. He paused there, savoring the moment, the exquisite anticipation of finally joining with the object of his desire. "That's it, baby. Beg for my cock like the needy little slut you are," he growled, his voice rough with lust.
Then, with one powerful thrust of his hips, Sanemi sheathed himself fully inside Giyuu's welcoming heat. He threw his head back with a strangled moan, the sensation of being enveloped so perfectly almost too intense to bear. "Fuck, Giyuu! So tight, so hot. You were made for my cock, weren't you?"Sanemi set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt inside Giyuu's clenching heat with each powerful thrust. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their mingled moans and gasps of pleasure. He angled his hips, searching for that perfect spot inside Giyuu that would make stars explode behind his eyelids.
"Take it, baby. Take every inch of my big, fat cock," Sanemi grunted, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. One hand gripped Giyuu's hip hard enough to bruise, holding him steady for the brutal pounding. The other snaked between their straining bodies to wrap around Giyuu's weeping erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Slowing his frantic pace, Sanemi began to roll his hips in deep, sensual circles. He savored the drag of Giyuu's velvety walls along his sensitive length, the way the younger man's body seemed to mold itself perfectly to his shape. Leaning down, he captured Giyuu's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up emotions into the intimate gesture.
His hand on Giyuu's cock gentled, becoming a tender caress rather than a demand for release. Sanemi wanted to draw this out, to make every second count. He peppered open-mouthed kisses along Giyuu's jaw, down the column of his throat, pausing to lave attention on the marks he'd left earlier. "You feel incredible."Giyuu moaned softly, his back arching to press himself more fully against Sanemi's solid warmth. The new, slower rhythm had him seeing stars, each deep thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through his entire body. He could feel every thick inch of Sanemi's cock stretching him deliciously, hitting places inside him he never knew existed.
"Sanemi..." he whimpered, his voice breathy and thick with need. "It feels amazing. Like you were made just for me." Giyuu's hands roamed restlessly over Sanemi's back, tracing the play of muscles beneath smooth skin. He loved the way the older man felt above him, surrounding him, filling him so completely. Sanemi gazed down at Giyuu with eyes dark and heavy-lidded, taking in the breathtaking sight of the younger man lost in ecstasy beneath him. He loved the way Giyuu's cheeks were flushed, his lips parted and glossy from their kisses, the thin sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the low light. Most of all, he adored the way Giyuu's body welcomed him so eagerly, so perfectly.
"You're so beautiful like this," Sanemi murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Spread out for me, taking my cock so well. I've dreamed of having you just like this for so long." He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust, grinding his pelvis against Giyuu's prostate. "Tell me how it feels, baby."The next three hours passed in a haze of passion and pleasure as Sanemi and Giyuu explored each other's bodies thoroughly. At one point, Giyuu took charge, straddling Sanemi's hips and sinking down onto his thick shaft with a drawn-out moan. He rode the older man with increasing confidence, finding a rhythm that had them both panting and writhing in bliss.
Later, they shifted into a sixty-nine position, trading enthusiastic blowjobs and rimming each other until they were both shaking with the effort of holding back their climaxes. The taste and scent of each other drove them wild, pushing them closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, Sanemi flipped Giyuu onto his hands and knees, entering him in one smooth stroke from behind. Sanemi gripped Giyuu's hips firmly as he set a deep, driving rhythm, angling his thrusts to hit that sweet spot inside the younger man with every snap of his hips. The lewd slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, punctuated by their mingled cries of pleasure. Sweat dripped down Sanemi's back as he poured everything he had into pleasuring Giyuu, determined to make this experience unforgettable for them both.
"Fuck, Giyuu, you feel incredible," he groaned, one hand sliding around to rub tight circles on Giyuu's prostate. "So hot and tight, like you were made just for my cock. I'm not going to last much longer, baby. You're going to make me cum so hard."Giyuu pushed back against Sanemi's thrusts, meeting him halfway in a desperate bid for more. The dual stimulation of Sanemi's cock pummeling his prostate and the older man's fingers working their magic had him seeing white, his own neglected erection bobbing heavily between his legs. "Yes, yes, right there!" he cried out, his voice breaking on a particularly sharp thrust. "Don't stop, Sanemi. Please don't ever stop!"
The coil of tension in Giyuu's gut wound tighter and tighter, his balls drawing up close to his body as his climax approached. He could feel Sanemi's movements growing erratic, his grip on Giyuu's hips tightening to the point of pain. Knowing the other man was just as affected, just as desperate for release, only spurred Giyuu on.
With a final, powerful thrust, Sanemi buried himself to the hilt inside Giyuu, his cock pulsing as he found his release. Thick ropes of hot seed painted Giyuu's inner walls, marking him, claiming him in the most primal way possible. Sanemi's hoarse shout of completion mixed with Giyuu's high, keening cry as the younger man followed him over the edge, his own untouched cock spurting pearly streams across the sheets below.
"Giyuu!" Sanemi roared, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out the waves of his intense orgasm. He leaned forward, covering Giyuu's back with his larger frame, his lips finding the nape of the younger man's neck to place open-mouthed kisses and gentle bites, soothing and stoking the fading embers of their passion. Giyuu collapsed forward onto the mattress, his limbs trembling with the aftershocks of his earth-shattering orgasm. He could feel Sanemi's release painting his insides, marking him as belonging to the older man in the most intimate way possible. A deep sense of satisfaction and rightness washed over him, like all the pieces of his life had finally clicked into place.
"That was... incredible," Giyuu panted, his voice raw and husky from his cries of pleasure. "I've never felt anything like that before. You're amazing, Sanemi." He twisted his upper body to look back at Sanemi over his shoulder, his eyes shining with adoration and residual lust. "Thank you for making my first time so special. For showing me what true passion feels like."
Sanemi's eyes widened in shock at Giyuu's confession, a myriad of emotions playing across his handsome features. Pride swelled in his chest at the knowledge that he had been the one to give Giyuu such a memorable first experience, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of tenderness and protectiveness. "Your first time? Giyuu, why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked softly, carefully pulling out and gathering the younger man into his arms, cradling him against his chest. "I would have gone even slower, been even more gentle if I'd known. Not that I regret a single moment of what we just shared," Sanemi added hastily, pressing a tender kiss to Giyuu's temple.
"I'm honored that you trusted me with this gift, baby. I promise to always cherish and protect you."Giyuu nestled into Sanemi's embrace, relishing the feeling of being held so securely, so lovingly. He tilted his chin up to meet the older man's gaze, his expression soft and trusting. "I didn't say anything because I was afraid you might change your mind, or think less of me for waiting so long," he admitted quietly. "But I'm glad I waited for you, Sanemi. There's no one else I would have wanted to share this with." A small, mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Giyuu's mouth as he traced idle patterns on Sanemi's chest.
"Besides, I think you did pretty well with the whole 'gentle' thing, despite the surprise. That was the most intense, amazing experience of my life. Thank you for making it so perfect."Sanemi tightened his arms around Giyuu, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to the top of his head, his cheek, anywhere he could reach without disturbing their intimate position. "Shhh, it's okay baby. We're here now, and I'm never letting you go," he murmured soothingly, his large hand rubbing slow, comforting circles on Giyuu's back. "You were so brave and beautiful, giving yourself to me like that. I'm in awe of you, Giyuu."
He carefully maneuvered them onto their sides, facing each other. Sanemi's eyes roamed Giyuu's face adoringly, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory. "Rest now, sweetheart. Let me take care of you,"True to his word, Sanemi gathered Giyuu close, tucking the younger man's head under his chin and draping a protective arm over his waist. With his other hand, he reached for the discarded blanket at the foot of the bed, gently pulling it up to cover their cooling bodies.
He pressed a lingering kiss to Giyuu's forehead, then settled in, content to simply hold his lover as the afterglow of their passionate encounter slowly faded."Sleep, my heart," Sanemi whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "When you wake, we'll talk about us, about what this means. But for now, just let yourself drift. I'll be right here, watching over you, loving you." He smiled softly, his eyes already starting to droop with exhaustion and emotional fulfillment.As the night deepened and the world outside fell silent, Sanemi and Giyuu drifted off together, wrapped in each other's arms and the warm cocoon of the blankets. Their breathing slowed and synchronized, chests rising and falling in tandem as they succumbed to the peaceful oblivion of sleep.
In the quiet darkness, the events of the evening replayed behind closed lids - heated touches, whispered endearments, the exquisite joining of their bodies. It had been a night of revelations and new beginnings, a turning point in their relationship that neither man could have anticipated when the day began. As dawn approached, Sanemi stirred slightly, instinctively tightening his hold on Giyuu and nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a contented sigh.