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“Where the fuck d’you think you’re going?” Sanemi hissed as he slapped a bare foot to Giyuu’s chest and shoved. His cock still stood proud and red and angry from Giyuu’s mouth, one swollen and set firm as Giyuu dropped back from his knees to the tatami mat. Somewhere past Sanemi’s balls where that exploratory tongue had snuck, an unfamiliar flare sparked to life and spread.
Sanemi didn’t like it one fucking bit.
“Going?” Giyuu murmured, sitting back on his hands as he peered up with those infuriatingly unreadable deep-sea eyes. “You pushed me.”
“Because you were doin’ something fuckin’ weird!”
In the bland lamplight, Giyuu only cocked his head.
“For someone so bossy, you really know so little about this stuff, don’t you?”
Sanemi was on his knees in a flash, the air snapping with violence as he took Giyuu down and barred an arm across his neck. Seething with shallow breaths, Sanemi went nose to nose with him, only further incensed to know that Giyuu had let himself be taken down.
“We ain’t all cocksuckers like you,” Sanemi said into Giyuu’s ear, his body coiled tight and ready to strike.
“And yet you search me out when the Pillars’ eyes are no longer on you, looking for that very thing,” Giyuu said, simple and assured. The moody fucker acted as if Sanemi was a ravenous heathen for him while Giyuu was some kind of saint.
But Sanemi was far from stupid. He felt the impatient bulge against his thigh, unbidden through the material of Giyuu’s pants. And he’d long noticed how Giyuu’s gaze always found Sanemi’s scars, both new and old, trailing them with a mercurial expression that looked half sadness, half lust.
Sanemi didn’t know what most of it meant, but he knew where to find someone to suck his cock, and Giyuu had been strangely subservient to his demands. If they didn't hate each other so much, Sanemi would assume that there was something about him that Giyuu actually liked.
“You’re already looking at me when I look for you,” Sanemi said, and they both knew that truth was as real as any blade between the ribs. “You’re desperate any attention and I just want a mouth to cum in.”
“You didn’t like it?” Giyuu asked, and Sanemi shot back, hands splayed on either side of Giyuu’s wild mane of hair to snarl down at that curious little frown.
“Since when are we here to talk?”
“Since you kicked me away from you.”
“I kicked you away because you nearly licked my goddamn asshole!” Sanemi shrieked, his own voice shrill and cracked to even his ears.
With startling speed, Giyuu rose up, their heads nearly knocking had Sanemi not backed up quick enough, unconsciously straddling Giyuu’s thighs as they went nose to nose.
“You,” Giyuu murmured, those large, heavy eyes flickering back the lamplight shadows like ghouls and ghosts sent to feast on lesser men. “You moaned for me like a Red Light District whore.”
Sanemi’s fist snapped out on instinct, as did Giyuu’s instinct seem to catch it just centimeters from his jaw, a bruising shackle around Sanemi’s wrist.
“Fuck you, like fuck I -”
Giyuu’s free hand kneaded at Sanemi’s ass, cool fingertips gliding low to sneak between his cheeks and brush over his hole.
A fray of nerves shorted out and streaked shivers through Sanemi’s thighs, the dawning horror of that faintest touch dropping his jaw as he gawked at Giyuu’s intent, darkening expression.
“Touch my ass again and you’ll -”
“Do you know what’s hiding in your body, Sanemi?” Giyuu murmured at his ear, a voice cryptic as the vast and tumultuous ocean. A second time those dry, calloused fingertips whispered across his asshole and Sanemi clutched at his own cock with his free hand, shocked to feel the dribble overflowing his length. “You have a bomb inside, simply waiting to detonate. And I promise you that when it does -”
Sanemi snarled as he found himself flat to the tatami, the vision of Giyuu above him swimming in shadow and amber light like nothing they’d ever had before in their rushed demands of cock and mouth and hands and spend.
“When it does,” Giyuu drawled, voice catching the edge of deep, “you just might fucking relax for once.”
Sanemi gaped.
“I’ll snap your fuckin’ cock in half you loserrrahhh!”
With knees hiked over Giyuu’s shoulders and fuck the gods, how was he still entirely clothed, Giyuu pushed back on Sanemi’s thighs with steady hands and dove between his legs. The first dip of tongue to ass was like fireworks, red, all of them fucking red .
“Nonono, ” Sanemi babbled, eyes wide to the waves of phantom movement their bodies made across the ceiling, his hands tearing at Giyuu’s thick hair in weak, shameful efforts to retrieve him as the tip of that hot, wet tongue pierced him through. “D-don’t, that’s - holyfuck what’re you - I - ah!”
Giyuu hummed with tongue twisting in his ass, one hand riding down his enflamed skin so he could pause to suck on his own thumb and begin to circle it around Sanemi’s hole. Terror struck Sanemi stark-still as he forgot to breathe with the subtle slip of a single thumb and tip of tongue in his ass, because -
He absolutely would not fucking cum from this. Not on his life would he let himself let go to whatever this was. He’d long assumed Giyuu had an inclination toward men, but he hadn’t expected him to be a pervert.
“Shhh.” Giyuu sucked a kiss around Sanemi’s asshole, sloppy and loud and wracking shudders through his legs. “You’re loud.”
“You’re loud!” Sanemi screeched, bucking his hips to where his cock cut a high, thick curve before Giyuu’s uplifted face. “Suck my goddamn dick, you freak!”
Dark brows drawn inward, his pretty, wet mouth set in a frown as he looked nearly cross-eyed at Sanemi’s dick, Giyuu sighed. Silently, he flicked his attention to Sanemi's face, who was breathing like a goddamn train, fingernails biting into the weave of tatami beneath him.
“You want me to stop this? I thought it might be fun. How many times do you really want the same blow job?”
“Lots of times!” Sanemi hissed, voice edging on hysterics despite his legs remaining parted and the oddly cold, empty feeling echoing from between. “All of the times are fine, are you fucking -”
“But you stopped talking when I did this, though,” Giyuu said just seconds before he dropped his head between Sanemi’s thighs and plunged in his tongue in full.
Sanemi sure as fuck stopped talking.
With nothing to hold onto but the meat of his own flanks, Sanemi dug fingers into his thighs and held them back, further and further still as Giyuu’s finger and another joined the mess of Sanemi’s ass, tongue and fingertips stretching and searching, searching for what -
Detonate wasn’t the right word. Giyuu licked into him, tongue curling to catch the rim of his ass and force him wider as fingers tapped, stroked, slipped against a dam fit to burst. Distantly, Sanemi was aware of his mouth moving, his vocal chords calling like a bitch in heat, the rut of his hips up onto Giyuu’s mouth and tongue and hand as he fucked himself on anything that would shatter each fissure in his control.
The rupture and flood emptied and filled him in tandem. Drowning waves, and Giyuu was moaning between his legs like Sanemi had never ever heard, a guttural groan that vibrated through Sanemi’s spending cock as he came in Giyuu’s hair and then over himself in hot streaks. Gasping for breath and scrabbling for anything to hold onto, Sanemi found Giyuu’s shoulders and yanked.
Without a word or battle, Giyuu gave into Sanemi’s trembling hands and collapsed over him, half on, half off, his cheek smashed into Sanemi’s shoulder, nose and mouth buried in Sanemi’s armpit.
Shock continued to course through him even as the ripples and tides of euphoria lapped at his skin and pulled at his bones. Sanemi barely even realized his eyes were open until they focused on the dwindling, fading light of the lamp.
And Giyuu -
Giyuu was warm and still clothed, although the unpleasant damp of his crotch stuck to Sanemi’s thigh told the rest of that story. His even breaths spoke of sleep, and Sanemi had to wonder how long he’d been riding the high of whatever Giyuu had just done to him.
Sanemi swallowed and for once did not dare to move. When was the last time his body had been so relaxed? Normally he gestured at Giyuu at the end of a Pillar meeting with a jerk of his head, led him into private quarters and shoved Giyuu to his knees. Sometimes they jacked each other off and Sanemi would end up watching the subtle play of emotion surge and swallow up Giyuu’s normally drab expressions, but most of the time Sanemi watched from above and bit down hard on his lip to keep himself from giving Giyuu a single sound as he came.
This -
This was different. And the moment Sanemi considered how it would be the next time and the next, he found his face twisting to a grimace at the thought of going back.
How did a man make sure the other man knew what he wanted when it was more than just a simple mouth around his cock? Sanemi certainly wasn’t going to say it out-fucking-loud.
“Didn’t think it would make you this quiet,” Giyuu slurred into Sanemi’s armpit. It kind of tickled, if that was a thing Sanemi felt - which he absolutely did not .
“Just how fuckin’ shameless are you?” Sanemi croaked, inwardly infuriated at the hoarse rasp of his abused throat. How much had he screamed?
At his words, Giyuu shifted, his eyes heavy-lidded and deeper than a cool, dark well.
“Would you like to find out?”
Sanemi startled but didn’t move, his wide gaze shifting from Giyuu’s mouth to anywhere else that wasn’t that .
“I, uh -”
“But next time,” Giyuu murmured, voice lapping at him soft and promising as he leaned in to barely brush his lips to Sanemi’s. “Why don’t we both do it at the same time.”
Stunned by the swell of foreign emotion riding up Sanemi’s throat, he only blinked and nodded, cleared his throat and glanced away.
“People do that?”
“We can do that,” Giyuu said, words the barest hush.
Trying and failing to brush off the sudden surge of anticipation for next time, Sanemi barked a short laugh and sat up, looking away as he stretched to gather his clothes.
“You’re real fuckin’ strange, you know that, Giyuu?”
“I’m starting to think you like strange, Sanemi.”
Sanemi didn’t reply as they both dressed and went their opposite ways. But with the moon pregnant and bold the sky and the tides in his chest stirring and changing shape, he may have said to himself as he walked a darkened path -
“Maybe I do.”