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The 'Starting Soon' screen vanished, replaced by the high-definition feed of Giyuu's facecam.
Within seconds, the Twitch chat was moving so fast it was unreadable.
Giyuu was seated in the center of the frame, wearing a simple, dark blue long-sleeved shirt, a small smile resting on his face. Sitting right beside him, dominating the right side of the frame in his Kimetsu jersey, was Sanemi.
Sanemi didn't look terrifying at all tonight. He looked like he'd already won whatever argument was about to happen. Sanemi had his arm draped over the back of Giyuu's gaming chair, taking up as much space as possible, his messy hair catching the studio lights, and his matching silver promise ring fully visible.
"Hello everyone," Giyuu greeted, his voice a calm against the chaos scrolling by on the second monitor. "Thank you for tuning in tonight."
He reached out, adjusting his microphone stand slightly before gesturing to his boyfriend.
"As you all know, because of Nemi's outburst during the release of the last ad campaign—"
"It wasn't an outburst," Sanemi interrupted immediately. He didn't move his arm, but he did lean slightly closer to Giyuu, unfazed by the people watching. "I was stating professional facts."
"It was an outburst, Nemi," Giyuu corrected, his expression flat, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He looked back at his main monitor. "But because of that outburst, the marketing team actually reached out and offered him a contract to co-star in the new series of ads with me. They finally gave us the green light, so we will be watching the entire campaign on stream today."
SaneGiyuuBrain: BRO LITERALLY JEALOUSY-COMPLAINED HIS WAY INTO A BRAND DEAL LMAOOOO
NemiStanAcct: THE MARKETING TEAM SAID LET THE BOYFRIEND COOK!!!
GiyuuDefenseSquad: WE ARE GETTING ACTOR SANEMI?!?!?! I AM DECEASED
RiftWatcher99: HE FOUGHT THE ALGORITHM AND WON
MidGap99: W GOOGLE PLAY W MARKETING TEAM
eSportsTea: Sabito is definitely having a stroke off-camera right now.
AkazaMain: RIP Akaza's screen time, it was nice knowing him.
ttv_lurker42: I AM SEATED LETS GOOOOOOOOO
Giyuu clicked open a new tab on his browser, navigating to the official YouTube channel. He paused, his mouse hovering over the play button.
"Have you seen the preview they posted?" Sanemi asked.
"Not yet, I didn't have time," Giyuu replied. "Sabito told me we once again broke the internet. Should we watch it first before we watch the rest of the ads?"
"Sure, I looked damn good in it!" Sanemi boasted, leaning back with a grin.
"You sure do, Nemi. You were very handsome in it," Giyuu said, his tone casual and sincere.
Sanemi's grin dropped. A dark shade of red spread from the tips of his ears all the way down his neck. He ducked his head.
Giyuu caught the explosion of comments on his second monitor and slowly turned his head to look at Sanemi. He blinked, his eyes widening slightly as he took in his boyfriend's reaction.
"...Nemi..." Giyuu started.
"Shut up, Tomioka!" Sanemi barked, hiding the lower half of his face behind his hand.
Giyuu tilted his head, confused but amused. "...I always tell you you're so handsome. Why are you acting like a blushing virgin?"
Sanemi's head snapped up, his eyes wide with absolute outrage. "I'm not a virgin!"
"I know," Giyuu replied, unfazed by the fact that thousands of people were listening to this domestic exchange.
Sanemi dragged his hand down his face, looking like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole right then and there. "Just play the damn video."
Giyuu smiled as he reached for his mouse. "Isn't my Nemi the cutest?" Giyuu asked the chat.
Sanemi let out a defeated groan, physically sliding down a few inches in his gaming chair. He threw his arm over his eyes to hide his face, pulling his collar up over his chin. "I'm going to rip the cables out of the wall," Sanemi threatened, his voice muffled by his own sleeve and lacking its usual bite.
SaneGiyuuBrain: THE TERROR OF THE MIDLANE EVERYONE LMAOOOO
NemiStanAcct: "MY NEMI" I AM ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING
WaterBreathingMain: GIYUU PLEASE HE IS ALREADY DEAD
xKimetsuDaily: Bro is a World Champion and just got reduced to a blushing puddle.
MidGap99: WORLDS SCARIEST E-SPORTS PLAYER BTW
eSportsTea: This stream is going down in history.
AkazaMain: Even I feel bad for him right now ngl.
Looking unbothered by the chaos he had just caused, Giyuu turned back to his main monitor and clicked play.
The video faded in, accompanied by a soft acoustic melody that sounded straight out of a high-budget romance drama. The scene opened on a bright, sunlit street lined with blooming cherry blossom trees. The camera panned to follow Giyuu, who was dressed in a soft, cream-colored cardigan, looking ethereal as pink petals drifted through the air around him. He was walking toward the open doors of a city bus, his expression distant and melancholic.
Then, a deep, familiar voiceover cut through the music.
"No longer as the World Champion..." Sanemi's voice was soft and vulnerable. "But as a man."
On screen, just as Giyuu stepped up to the bus, Sanemi's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. The camera cut to a tight close-up. It was Sanemi, dressed in a leather jacket. The sunlight caught his messy hair and the scars on his face, but he didn't look terrifying. He looked hopelessly devoted.
In dramatic slow-motion, Giyuu turned around, his hair shifting in the wind, his eyes wide with cinematic surprise. Sanemi pulled Giyuu's wrist just slightly, stepping into his space as the acoustic music swelled to an emotional peak. He stared down into Giyuu's eyes with burning intensity.
"I like you," Sanemi said, his voice low enough to send shivers straight through the microphone. "I'm sure of it now."
The video ended.
Back in the streaming room, the hum of the PC tower competed with the frantic scroll of Twitch chat. Giyuu blinked at the screen.
Sanemi saw the color rising in Giyuu's face and looked pleased with himself. He shifted closer, his large hand dropping from the back of the chair to rest warmly on Giyuu's shoulder.
"See?" Sanemi muttered, his tone dropping into something teasing. He leaned in, pressing his cheek lightly against Giyuu's hair. "You're blushing again. Couldn't even handle a scripted confession without turning into a mess, huh, Tomioka?"
Giyuu's color didn't fade, but his expression shifted. He turned his head slightly, fixing Sanemi with a pout. "Scripted?" Giyuu repeated, his voice dropping into a murmur. "So your love for me is fake?"
Sanemi's teasing expression dropped. He sat forward so fast his chair squeaked.
"What? No!" Sanemi barked, his hands flying off Giyuu's shoulders to hover frantically in the air. "I didn't—that's not what I meant! Yuu, you know damn well that's not what I meant!"
Giyuu just stared at him, maintaining the pout. "But you said it was a scripted confession."
"The ad was scripted!" Sanemi yelled, forgetting the thousands of people watching as he grabbed Giyuu by both shoulders. "The ad! Not me! My love for you is the realest fucking thing in this world, Tomioka!"
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Sanemi froze, his chest heaving as the echo of his own voice rang through the room. He realized what he had just screamed into a live broadcasting microphone.
Giyuu's pout instantly melted into a giggle. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Sanemi's waist. "I know," Giyuu murmured against the jersey fabric, sounding incredibly pleased. "I was just teasing you."
Sanemi let out a massive sigh, burying his face into Giyuu's shoulder, content to just hide from the camera for the rest of the broadcast.
Right next to Giyuu's keyboard, his phone suddenly lit up, vibrating against the hard wood of the desk. The buzzing sound was obnoxiously loud.
Giyuu glanced down at the notification screen.
Sabito: mute your mic if you're gonna do this i'm trying to eat
Giyuu let out a laugh, pushing himself back from Sanemi's chest. He fumbled with the audio mixer on his desk—knocked a slider too far, caught a half-second of feedback whine through the monitors before he corrected it—his face burning.
"I'm still streaming," Giyuu stammered, pulling his headset back on. "And we have ads to watch." He turned his chair back toward the desk and quickly clicked on the next thumbnail in the playlist just to have somewhere else to look.
Deprived of the hug, Sanemi crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowed, and a surprisingly childish pout settled over his features. "The stream can wait. I was comfortable," he grumbled, clearly displeased, though he didn't try to drag Giyuu back.
The video title loaded on the screen: Experience a Wider World | Google Play.
Sanemi let out an arrogant chuckle, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, this is the good one. Everyone pay attention. You're about to witness an acting masterclass."
Giyuu gave him a side-eye. "I still can't believe you got away with it," he commented.
Sanemi's grin only widened, unapologetic as he casually bumped his knee against Giyuu's under the desk. "When you're the MVP, they let you call the shots, Tomioka. Besides, you know damn well it was the best take we did."
"I did have fun."
Twitch chat instantly locked in.
ttv_lurker42: HERE WE GO
NemiStanAcct: OSCAR NOMINATION INCOMING
GiyuuDefenseSquad: EVERYONE SHUT UP SANEMI IS ON SCREEN
The video faded into the golden-hour sunlight of an ancient-looking library.
On screen, the scene shifted.
Giyuu was now sitting at a table in the library's reading room, engrossed in a thick book.
Sanemi was sitting at the table directly across from him. Instead of reading, he was leaning forward, his arms resting on the polished wood as he stared at Giyuu.
He leaned in just a fraction closer, his voice dropping into a tone that cut through the library. "Hello. Did it hurt?"
Giyuu blinked, slowly lowering his book to meet Sanemi's intense gaze. His face turned into a confused look. "Hurt?"
"When you fell down from heaven?" Sanemi delivered the cheesy pickup line with absolute seriousness, his eyes locked onto Giyuu.
The Twitch chat immediately started screeching.
On screen, Giyuu's composure held—barely. His eyes widened by a fraction of a millimeter. "Who are you?"
Sanemi's signature, arrogant grin spread across his face. "Sanemi. Your future husband." He casually slid a high-end gaming laptop across the table until it rested right in front of Giyuu's book. "But since we're stuck on earth for now, how about I show you a wider world? With Google Play Games, I can take you anywhere, cross-platform."
On screen, Giyuu's composure cracked. His lips parted in open shock, and his eyes went wide. He stared at Sanemi across the open laptop, visibly buffering as color bloomed across his cheekbones. The acoustic music cut out, leaving only the tension of Sanemi's gaze pinning a thoroughly flustered Giyuu to his chair.
The screen cut to black.
The Google Play Games logo appeared, accompanied by the tagline: Play Anywhere. Together. Forever.
The video ended.
The Twitch chat was going so fast the text was a literal, unreadable blur of colors.
SaneGiyuuBrain: DID HE JUST USE THE HEAVEN PICKUP LINE IN 2026?!?!
WindPillarWife: "YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND" HE WROTE THIS SCRIPT HIMSELF I KNOW HE DID
GiyuuDefenseSquad: GIYUU'S FACE OMG HE MALFUNCTIONED
RiftWatcher99: The unadulterated rizz of this man.
MidGap99: The seamless transition from future husband to the Google Play plug took me out LMAOOO
AkazaMain: Okay, I concede. Akaza never stood a chance.
eSportsTea: That wasn't a commercial, that was a public declaration of marriage.
In the streaming room, it was dead silent.
Giyuu was staring blankly at his main monitor. His heart was hammering so loudly against his ribs he was worried the microphone was going to pick it up.
He turned his head to look at his boyfriend.
Sanemi was no longer leaning back with that self-satisfied expression. He was sitting still, his arms crossed, staring intently at a blank spot on the wall.
"An acting masterclass," Giyuu whispered, his voice trembling as he failed to fight the fond smile breaking across his face. "I've always wanted to know," Giyuu continued, reaching out to poke Sanemi's rigid arm playfully. "Did they ask you to write that script?"
"The staff wrote it," Sanemi grumbled defensively, refusing to make eye contact.
"Really?" Giyuu let out a breathless laugh that rang clearly through the microphone. He leaned sideways, resting his head against Sanemi's broad shoulder. "Because I got the same script, and it definitely didn't look like that. Hence why I was so shocked." He tilted his head, his eyes bright with amusement. "I can't believe they didn't stop you."
Sanemi let out a sigh. His defensive posture melted away, and he uncrossed his arms, wrapping one around Giyuu's waist.
"Whatever," Sanemi muttered, though a satisfied smile finally broke through his embarrassment as he pressed his cheek against the top of Giyuu's head. "The director liked my version better. And besides, I was just stating facts."
Giyuu gasped, his cheeks somehow darkening further as he pulled back just enough to look up at Sanemi. "Nemi! You can't propose on an ad shoot!"
Sanemi scoffed, looking offended by the accusation, though his grip on Giyuu's waist only tightened. "That wasn't my proposal! I have standards, Tomioka. When I propose, you won't see it coming, and it's going to be damn romantic."
Giyuu just stared at him, his lips parted.
SaneGiyuuBrain: WHEN HE PROPOSES???????
NemiStanAcct: HE IS PLANNING A PROPOSAL HE JUST ADMITTED IT
GiyuuDefenseSquad: EVERYONE STAY CALM IT IS HAPPENING
xKimetsuDaily: BRO JUST SPOILED HIS OWN ENGAGEMENT LMAOOOO
justhere4content: "When I propose" I am literally ascending into orbit.
AkazaMain: The ad was just the trailer for the wedding, I get it now.
Sanemi blinked, his eyes darting over to the second monitor. He realized, three seconds too late, that he had just confessed his future marriage plans in front of thousands of screaming esports fans.
Another wave of red crashed over Sanemi's face. He stared at the chat, his jaw dropping as he tried to process his own unforced error.
Giyuu watched him stall out, the shock on his own face melting into a giggle. He reached up, resting his hands on Sanemi's shoulders. "Romantic, huh?" Giyuu teased, his gaze warm and impossibly fond. "I'll hold you to that, Nemi."
Sanemi let out a strangled groan of defeat. He didn't even try to defend himself this time, dragging his hand down his burning face. "Let's watch the rest so we can end the stream," he grumbled, his voice rough and stripped of its usual arrogant bite.
Giyuu's giggles softened into a hum. "Okay, Nemi."
He obediently turned his chair back toward the desk, his own cheeks still a delicate shade of pink, and moved his mouse to click on the next video.
The title loaded on the screen: The Final Choice | Google Play.
Sanemi peeked through his fingers, dropping his hand from his face as his competitive instincts finally overrode his embarrassment.
"Oh, this is the finale," Sanemi muttered, sitting up a little straighter. "Pay attention, chat. This is where I permanently end that pink-haired bastard's career."
Twitch chat, which had been spamming ring emojis and wedding bells for the last two minutes, pivoted back to the ad.
SaneGiyuuBrain: THE FINALE OH MY GOD
NemiStanAcct: LOVE TRIANGLE RESOLUTION LETS GOOO
WaterBreathingMain: EVERYONE SHUT UP THE DRAMA IS STARTING
The video faded in. The scene opened on the bright, familiar interior of a coffee shop.
Giyuu was standing near the counter, waiting for his order, when he spotted a familiar face sitting at a corner table. On screen, Giyuu's flat expression lifted into pleasant surprise. He walked over, recognizing Akaza, and took the seat across from him.
Akaza looked up from his screen, his eyes widening before a bright, charming smile broke across his face. "Tomioka," Akaza greeted, his voice warm and casual, dropping his intense competitive persona. "I didn't think you came to this side of town. Taking a break?"
"I had some free time," Giyuu replied, resting his elbows on the table.
Akaza chuckled, leaning in just a fraction closer. The cinematic lighting caught the warm, easy chemistry between them, making the moment feel intimate. "Free enough to carry me through a quick match? I've been stuck on this raid for an hour."
On screen, Giyuu let out a breathy huff of amusement that made Sanemi cross his arms tighter in the real world. "If you can keep up," Giyuu challenged.
The camera showed them both pulling out their mobile phones, booting up a cross-platform co-op game.
The acoustic background music turned light and upbeat. The ad transitioned into a quick, bright flashback montage of their "hangouts" over the past few weeks—Akaza playfully bumping Giyuu's shoulder on a sidewalk, the two of them eating ramen at a PC Bang, and Giyuu actually laughing as they secured a victory on their phones.
In the present-day cafe scene, Giyuu looked down at his screen and smiled—a warm, unguarded smile that made him look glowing and happy in Akaza's company.
In the streaming room, Sanemi's newly-recovered confidence flatlined.
"Why are you smiling at him like that?" Sanemi growled, leaning forward and glaring daggers at his own monitor. "You never smile at the enemy midlaner. That is a tactical error, Tomioka."
"He carried me through a difficult boss raid," Giyuu murmured reasonably, though he was carefully hiding his own amusement behind his hand.
On screen, the sunny cafe faded out. The scene transitioned to a bus station under the romantic shade of blooming cherry blossom trees. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the pavement.
Akaza and Giyuu were standing side-by-side, waiting for the bus.
Akaza put his phone in his pocket. He turned to Giyuu. He looked serious, nervous, and lovestruck.
"Tomioka," Akaza started, his voice echoing over the acoustic track. "Ever since we met at that cafe... my days have been different."
He took a deliberate step closer, invading Giyuu's space. Giyuu looked up, his eyes wide as the romantic tension peaked.
"Through gaming, we got closer," Akaza whispered, staring into Giyuu's eyes. "So... what I want to say is... I—"
The loud, sudden rev of a motorcycle engine cut off the confession.
Akaza flinched, taking a step back as a matte-black motorcycle swerved off the street and stopped right in front of the bus station.
The rider cut the engine. He was clad in a fitted, dark leather jacket, his broad shoulders and build dominating the frame.
In the streaming room, Giyuu let out a mortified groan and physically sank lower into his gaming chair, burying his face in both of his hands. "Oh god... they used the first take," he mumbled through his fingers.
On screen, the rider reached up and pulled off the dark helmet.
It was Sanemi.
The camera did a slow, deliberate pan. Sanemi shook his head, running a hand through his messy hair, ruffling it in a way that was so effortlessly good-looking it defied logic. The dark leather jacket was left unzipped at the top, revealing a crisp white shirt underneath. The fabric clung tight to his chest, outlining the carved shape of his pectoral muscles and torso beneath the cotton. The stark white shirt created a sharp contrast against the black leather, drawing the eye upward to the scars tracking up his neck and jaw. He looked untamed, dangerous, and handsome.
On screen, Giyuu's reaction was unscripted.
He hadn't known Sanemi was going to be riding an actual motorcycle for the shoot, and he definitely hadn't seen him in that tailored leather jacket during rehearsals. The camera captured the exact moment Giyuu's train of thought derailed. His expression went slack; his lips parted slightly, and his eyes went wide and hazy, staring at Sanemi like he'd forgotten where they were.
WindPillarWife: THE LEATHER JACKET I AM BARKING I AM FERAL
NemiStanAcct: HAIR RUFFLED HE LOOKS SO GOOD I AM CRYING
GiyuuDefenseSquad: LOOK AT GIYUU HE MALFUNCTIONED ON SET
xKimetsuDaily: BRO JUST SHOWED UP ON A HARLEY TO STEAL HIS MAN
On screen, Sanemi casually set the helmet on the handlebars. He didn't even look at Akaza. His piercing eyes locked onto Giyuu, who was still staring at him like he was the only person left on earth.
"He's not taking the bus with you," Sanemi growled, his deep voice commanding.
Akaza stepped forward, furious. "We were in the middle of something, Shinazugawa!"
Sanemi finally gave Akaza a look before turning back to Giyuu. He held out one hand.
"Mobile," Sanemi challenged, gesturing toward Akaza, before pointing to himself. "Or PC. Who's it going to be, Tomioka?"
The cinematic music dropped out.
On screen, Giyuu didn't even hesitate. He didn't look back at Akaza. He stepped right past the rival midlaner, walking directly up to the motorcycle, his eyes still locked on the man in the leather jacket.
"I choose Nemi," Giyuu said.
He was supposed to look into the camera with a cool, collected deadpan and simply say, "PC." But staring at the line of Sanemi's chest beneath the tight white shirt and the dark leather jacket, Giyuu's mind went blank. He had forgotten his script. The accidental line came out breathless, unhesitating.
Sanemi's expression widened into unapologetic triumph at the unscripted confession. He grabbed Giyuu's hand, pulling him flush against the leather jacket.
The ad abruptly cut to a Google Play logo, accompanied by the tagline: Seamless Cross-Platform Play. The Choice is Yours.
The video ended.
In the streaming room, Giyuu was staring at the monitor while eighty thousand people lost it in the chat.
MidGap99: Akaza got left at the bus stop while Sanemi took his man away on a motorcycle LMFAOOO
eSportsTea: That wasn't acting. Giyuu was literally ready to risk it all for the leather jacket.
TomiokaStanAcct: GIYUU SWEATING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HE GOT CAUGHT IN 4K
Sanemi let out a booming, victorious laugh, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms in triumph. "And that is how it's done! Seven minutes of that pink-haired bastard buying you coffee, and it only took me ten seconds on a bike to end his career. Wrap it up, chat. The debate is over."
He turned to look at Giyuu, abandoning the stream to focus on his blushing boyfriend.
"I can't believe they used that take," Giyuu said into his palms, refusing to look at the monitor. "I dropped character. I forgot my lines for a solid thirty seconds when you took that helmet off."
"And it was the best thirty seconds of the shoot," Sanemi said, his voice low and pleased. He reached over, grabbing the armrest of Giyuu's chair. "The director didn't even yell cut because you looked so damn pretty staring at me like that."
Giyuu finally peeked out from behind his fingers, his face still red. He glared weakly at Sanemi, though the effect was ruined by how fond he looked. "They didn't tell me you were wearing the jacket. Or that you—wait. You actually knew how to ride a motorcycle?"
The question came out with more disbelief than Giyuu probably intended. Sanemi blinked at him.
"Didn't you see the one parked in the lot? It was right next to my car."
"I didn't know that was yours!" Giyuu protested, his flush deepening.
Sanemi's triumphant expression softened into something warm. He reached over, prying Giyuu's hands away from his face, and intertwined their fingers over the desk.
"I kept the jacket, by the way," Sanemi murmured, ignoring the fact that they were still live. "I'm going to put it on right after I hit the 'End Stream' button, and then I'm going to show you how good my stamina is off the Rift."
Giyuu's eyes went wide, a fresh wave of heat flooding his cheeks, but this time, he didn't freeze.
He turned back to his main monitor, completely ignoring the meltdown happening in the Twitch chat.
"Thank you for tuning in tonight, everyone," Giyuu said, his voice breathless but steady as he rushed through his standard sign-off. "Please support the new Google Play campaign. Have a good night."
In a move faster than any professional flick-shot, Giyuu slammed his hand onto the keyboard hotkey.
The screen instantly went black. The 'OFFLINE' badge appeared on the Twitch channel, cutting off the synchronized screaming of eighty thousand viewers.
The steady hum of the cooling fans filled the streaming room.
Giyuu didn't hesitate. He stood up from his gaming chair, grabbed Sanemi by the wrist of his jersey, and hauled his boyfriend up from his seat.
Sanemi stumbled forward, letting out a startled laugh as Giyuu dragged him out of the streaming room and toward the dark hallway leading to their bedroom.
Giyuu didn't look back, but the color spreading down the back of his neck gave him away.
"Wear the jacket," Giyuu demanded, his voice unsteady.
Sanemi's laughter echoed down the dark hallway, the sound vibrating right through Giyuu's fingertips where he was still clutching Sanemi's jersey.
"Impatient, aren't we, Tomioka?" Sanemi teased, though he didn't offer a single ounce of resistance. He let himself be dragged into their dimly lit bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them with a definitive thud.
Giyuu let go of his wrist, retreating a few steps into the room. He stood near the edge of their king-sized bed, his chest still heaving, trying to gather whatever shreds of composure he had left. The only light in the room came from the sprawling city skyline glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp shadows across the floor.
Sanemi didn't walk toward him. Instead, he turned toward the massive walk-in closet, his lips twitching.
"You know, the PR team is definitely going to fine me for stealing wardrobe," Sanemi threw over his shoulder, the sound of a hanger sliding across a metal rack echoing through the room.
Giyuu crossed his arms, trying to suppress the warmth that refused to leave his cheeks. "You can afford that anyway," he pointed out. "Just put it on, Nemi."
Sanemi chuckled, stepping back out of the closet. In his hands was the leather jacket.
Without breaking eye contact with Giyuu, Sanemi unzipped his jersey and took it off, tossing it onto a nearby chair. The removal of the uniform revealed a crisp, tight white t-shirt underneath. The form-fitting fabric clung to the athletic lines of his torso, outlining the carved shape of his chest and thick arms.
Then, Sanemi slid his arms into the leather jacket. He rolled his broad shoulders, the jacket creaking softly, before running a hand back through his hair to mess it up.
Giyuu's breath hitched. The defensive cross of his arms melted, his hands dropping to his sides. It was worse in private, without the crew and cameras as a buffer. His knees went weak under the weight of it.
"Well?" Sanemi murmured, his voice dropping into a low gravel as he walked toward the bed. "Is this what my boyfriend ordered?"
Giyuu swallowed hard, his eyes tracking every movement. "You... you look..."
He trailed off. The sentence just stopped.
"I look what, Yuu?" Sanemi prompted, stepping right into Giyuu's space. He didn't touch him yet, hovering just inches away, letting the scent of leather and his familiar cologne do the work.
"Dangerous," Giyuu finally managed to breathe out, barely a whisper.
"Good." Sanemi's expression went sharp, hungry.
He reached out, his hands gripping Giyuu firmly by the hips, and walked him backward until the back of Giyuu's knees hit the mattress. Sanemi followed him down as Giyuu fell back onto the soft comforter, boxing Giyuu in with his heavy frame.
Sanemi hovered over him. His eyes were blown wide, focused entirely on the man beneath him.
"Let's see Akaza try to beat this," Sanemi whispered, lowering his head until his lips were brushing the shell of Giyuu's ear. "Tell me again, Tomioka. Who do you choose?"
"I choose you," Giyuu murmured against Sanemi's lips. "Only you. Always you."
Giyuu didn't give Sanemi a single second to speak. Instead of letting his boyfriend trap him against the mattress, Giyuu's hands tangled in the lapels of the jacket. With a sudden surge of strength, he pulled hard, using Sanemi's own forward momentum against him to flip their positions.
Sanemi let out a startled grunt as his broad back hit the comforter. Before he could even register the reversal, Giyuu had straddled his hips. Hovering over him, Giyuu leaned down, pressing his body flush against the leather and white shirt, and captured Sanemi's lips in a bruising, open-mouthed kiss.
Sanemi groaned against Giyuu's lips, wrapping his hands around Giyuu's waist to steady them.
Giyuu ignored the grip. He shifted his weight, pressing his body flush against Sanemi, and rolled his hips down hard.
Sanemi's breath hitched, his fingers digging into Giyuu's hips.
Giyuu broke the kiss just long enough to drag his lips down the sharp line of Sanemi's jaw. The scent of leather mixed with Sanemi's skin wiped out whatever restraint he had left. His hands abandoned the lapels, sliding under the shirt and onto bare skin.
"Yuu—" Sanemi managed to rasp out, his chest heaving as Giyuu rocked against him again, chasing the friction.
"Don't talk," Giyuu whispered. His voice was breathless, stripped of its usual calm. He leaned back just enough to look down at his boyfriend, his eyes dark with want. He tightened his grip on Sanemi's shoulders, his nails digging in slightly. "Just touch me. Leave the jacket on."
Sanemi didn't need any more encouragement. His hands slid under the hem of Giyuu's shirt, his palms searing against Giyuu's bare waist as he pulled him back down and kissed him hard, surrendering to Giyuu's demanding pace.
Giyuu arched his back slightly, pressing his full weight down, and rolled his hips with pressure against the ridge straining beneath Sanemi's jeans.
Sanemi's hips instinctively bucked up to meet the friction, a guttural sound tearing from the back of his throat.
Giyuu broke the kiss just long enough to gasp for air, his hair falling messy and wild around his flushed face. His hands slid from Sanemi's chest to grip the thick lapels of the leather jacket once more. Using the material for leverage, Giyuu pulled himself down harder, grinding his hips in a slow circle.
He couldn't get close enough. Every time he dragged his hips down, intense friction sent a jolt of pleasure straight through him. He was vibrating with need, his thighs clamping tightly around Sanemi's waist to anchor himself as he controlled the pace.
"Yuu—fuck," Sanemi cursed, his voice a wrecked, breathy rasp.
Sanemi's head fell back against the mattress. His composure was shattering under Giyuu's uncharacteristic aggression. His hands moved frantically from Giyuu's waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Giyuu's thighs before dragging up to grip his rear.
Sanemi squeezed hard, forcefully holding Giyuu down against his aching erection as Giyuu ground down again with a wet, breathless whine.
Giyuu's eyes were glazed over. He leaned forward, dragging his open mouth down the exposed column of Sanemi's throat, biting lightly right over a pale scar. Sanemi let out a groan that rumbled directly against Giyuu's lips, his hips thrusting up into the grind.
The sharp upward thrust pushed Giyuu against the thickest part of Sanemi's hardness. Giyuu gasped, his spine bowing as a fresh wave of heat flooded his system. He didn't stop. He rocked his hips back and forth, consumed by the desperate, driving need to feel every inch of Sanemi's arousal straining against him.
Sanemi wasn't going to just lie back and let Giyuu have all the control.
His hands abandoned Giyuu's thighs, sliding up his torso. He gripped the hem of Giyuu's dark blue shirt and yanked it upward.
Giyuu complied, lifting his arms, his breath hitching as Sanemi practically tore the garment over his head and threw it into the shadows of the bedroom.
The cool, air-conditioned air hit Giyuu's heated skin, but the chill lasted less than a second. Sanemi's palms immediately mapped the smooth expanse of Giyuu's waist and chest, his touch heavy and deliberate. The contrast between Giyuu's soft skin and the calluses on Sanemi's hands intoxicated them both.
Sanemi surged upward, using his core strength to lift his torso off the mattress while keeping Giyuu seated in his lap. He buried his face into the sensitive crook of Giyuu's neck, his teeth scraping lightly over the racing pulse point there before he sucked hard, leaving a dark, blooming mark.
"You're driving me fucking crazy," Sanemi breathed out against the bruised skin.
Giyuu whimpered, the sound swallowed by the dim room. "Then do something about it, Nemi," Giyuu challenged, his blue eyes hazy and dark as he looked down at Sanemi. He shifted his grip, sliding his hands from the leather jacket down to Sanemi's belt buckle. "Take them off."
Sanemi's eyes darkened with heat. He didn't need to be told twice.
His hands dropped to the waistband of Giyuu's pants. Sanemi made quick work of the button and zipper, allowing Giyuu to shift his weight and kick the fabric away. Without pausing, Sanemi unbuckled his own belt, the metallic click echoing, and pushed his denim and boxers down his hips, finally freeing his aching arousal.
Giyuu let out a soft, shuddering breath at the sight, but he didn't lower himself down just yet. Instead, he shifted his weight slightly off Sanemi's lap, reaching over to the nightstand to pull open the drawer.
He pulled out a small bottle of lube, flipping the cap open with his thumb. Sanemi's eyes were blown wide, tracking Giyuu's every movement as he pumped a generous amount of the slick gel onto his fingers.
Giyuu moved back, straddling Sanemi's thighs. He kept his gaze locked onto Sanemi's face as he reached down between his own legs. He let out a gasp as he pressed his slick fingers inside himself, beginning to slowly, deliberately stretch himself open.
"Fuck," Sanemi groaned, wrecked by the sight. His hands clamped down hard onto Giyuu's bare hips, his thumbs pressing into the skin as he watched Giyuu's eyes flutter shut.
Giyuu whimpered, rocking his hips back slightly against his own hand. He added another finger, stretching himself wider. The wet, slick sound of his preparation mixed with the sound of their uneven breathing. He was aggressive about it, but impatient too, his body flushed and practically vibrating with the desperate need to be full.
"Yuu—fuck," Sanemi rasped out, his hips bucking up instinctively, his thick length brushing against Giyuu's cleft. "Hurry up."
"I am," Giyuu whispered. He coated himself thoroughly, working his fingers until he felt pliant and ready.
With a final, shuddering breath, Giyuu pulled his fingers free.
He shifted his knees up higher alongside Sanemi's waist, hovering over him. He reached down, his slick hand gripping Sanemi's thick length, and carefully guided it to his entrance.
Giyuu's hands flew up to grip the thick lapels of the jacket once more, using it to anchor himself. He locked eyes with Sanemi, took a sharp breath, and slowly began to sink down.
Sanemi let out a loud, shattering groan, his hands sliding rapidly from Giyuu's hips down to grip his bare thighs, holding him steady. The feeling of being stretched and filled sent electricity straight through Giyuu's system, and he arched his spine and pushed himself down inch by inch, taking Sanemi in. When Giyuu finally seated himself all the way, a wrecked moan tore from his throat, his head falling back as the reality of their connection overtook him.
Sanemi's breath caught as he felt the heat of Giyuu around him.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The room was just their breathing. Giyuu's forehead rested against Sanemi's shoulder, his body trembling around the thick stretch.
"Yuu..." Sanemi rasped, his voice a low, wrecked vibration against Giyuu's ear. His hands stroked soothingly down Giyuu's back, his eyes burning with restraint. "You okay?"
Giyuu swallowed hard, slowly lifting his head. A flushed mess of hair and heavy-lidded blue eyes met Sanemi's gaze. He didn't answer with words. Instead, Giyuu lifted himself just an inch.
A moan escaped his parted lips as he felt the intense, aching stretch of Sanemi's size inside him. The fullness was staggering, forcing him to pause for a fraction of a second. But as he pushed through the overwhelming friction, forcing his body to accept the stretch, the sharp pressure rapidly melted into pooling heat. The pleasure flared—hot, consuming, undeniable. It pulled a whimper from his throat as he surrendered to the feeling, sinking back down in a deliberate roll of his hips.
Giyuu immediately picked up the rhythm. He rode Sanemi with a desperate hunger, pulling himself up and down. The wet slap of their bodies meeting echoed loudly.
The friction of Sanemi burying himself to the hilt over and over again wiped Giyuu's mind clean.
"That's it," Sanemi praised. "Take it all, Tomioka. Look at me."
Giyuu forced his eyes open, tears of pleasure blurring his vision. Sanemi looked like a god of war beneath him—messy hair, sharp-edged grin, his chest heaving, addicted to the man riding him.
"Nemi—" Giyuu sobbed out, his pace turning frantic. He couldn't form words anymore. The pleasure was pooling dangerously hot in his lower belly, rewiring every nerve ending. He ground his hips down in a desperate circle, chasing the friction.
Sanemi felt the tight walls clamping down hard around him. He let go of Giyuu's thighs, his arms wrapping entirely around Giyuu's back to crush him against his chest. He took over the pace completely, rolling his hips up in a punishing succession of relentless thrusts.
Giyuu shattered first. He threw his head back with a beautiful, wrecked cry, his body clenching around Sanemi as his climax ripped straight through him, spilling hotly across their slick stomachs.
The intense, milking pressure pushed Sanemi right over the edge. With a final, brutal upward thrust, Sanemi buried himself as deep as he could go, a groan tearing from his throat as he poured into Giyuu, his body shaking with the force of his release.
The heavy silence of the bedroom slowly returned, interrupted only by their breathing.
Giyuu collapsed, his face burying right into the crook of Sanemi's neck. He was boneless, his chest heaving against the jacket, his hair a messy halo around his face.
Sanemi kept his arms wrapped around Giyuu's back, his hand coming up to card through Giyuu's damp hair. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Giyuu's head, his own breathing slowly leveling out.
"You did good, Yuu," Sanemi murmured, his voice a warm, exhausted rumble against Giyuu's skin. A fond smile rested on his face as he held his lover against him in the dark. "Damn good."
Giyuu let out a soft, satisfied hum, his eyes already fluttering shut as he melted into the embrace. "Take the jacket off now," he mumbled sleepily, too exhausted to move from Sanemi's lap.
Sanemi let out a laugh that vibrated through them both. "No chance in hell. I'm keeping it on. I still have to show you my cross-platform stamina."
"Stop," Giyuu protested weakly, his voice muffled against the warm crook of Sanemi's neck. A fresh wave of heat flooded his cheeks, burning hot against Sanemi's collarbone.
Sanemi's grin faded. The arrogant persona dropped away.
He didn't tease him anymore. Instead, Sanemi tilted Giyuu's chin up and leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet series of breathless kisses. He kissed him slowly, unhurried, until Giyuu let out a dizzying, happy sigh, his heavy-lidded eyes fluttering shut as he settled against Sanemi's chest.
Sanemi finally pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were soft, impossibly warm, and he brushed a damp strand of hair from Giyuu's face.
"I love you so much, Yuu," Sanemi whispered.
Giyuu smiled, a breathtakingly soft, exhausted expression gracing his features.
Sanemi reached down, pulling the thick comforter up over Giyuu's bare back to keep him warm as the stillness of the bedroom settled over them completely.
"I love you too, Nemi," Giyuu murmured into the dark, safe and secure in his boyfriend's arms.