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“Fucking useless idiots…” Sanemi groans under his breath. Sitting in this hot and stuffy meeting room with a bunch of people that he doesn’t much care for—except for his fiance of course—has a migraine blooming on his forehead. His boss is going on about something unimportant to him, how their line of work has been overpowered by another company led by an aristocrat.
“Shinazugawa?” His boss, Kagaya, says. Sanemi lifts his head up.
“Yea?”
“Are you listening?”
“Yes. Sorry.”
Kagaya smiles, clearing his throat and continuing. Distressed, Sanemi leans back in his chair, pushing his white bangs back with his hand, giving everyone in the room a view of his scarred and charming face. With his free hand, he unbuttons the collar of his shirt, exposing the sweaty expanse of his collarbone and his pecs, seemingly unbeknownst to his boss and everyone else in the room.
Giyuu, who is sitting across from him, feels his face heat up with jealousy and admiration. His eyes flick to the side and see the lot of his female coworkers staring intently at his exposed chest, his face, his arms—specifically his bare forearms covered with scars that are usually always exposed, sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.
He swallows, adam's apple bobbing in his throat and he turns his head slightly, exposing the hollow of his throat where sweat glistens in the exposed sunlight of the meeting room. Sanemi crosses his arms across his chest, puffing out his pecs even more and the black vest he’s wearing tightens around his midsection.
Giyuu’s chest tightens. He looks so hot right now, but his coworkers think so too because he sees two of his female coworkers to his right unbutton their shirts, exposing the slip of their breasts and Giyuu wants to strangle both of them because is this even allowed? Isn’t this a dress code violation?
Giyuu huffs, sitting back and crossing his arms, mirroring Sanemi’s own pose. The latter looks over, flashing his fiance a small smile, but Giyuu’s not amused. He purses his lips, turning his head away and swiping his hair over his shoulders with his free hand. Sanemi stares at him confused before turning his attention back to his boss.
“You’re all excused.” Kagaya announces. Everyone stands up and packs their things, a few girls staying behind because they want to get their share with Sanemi. Kagaya closes his laptop and shuts off the projector before excusing himself and exiting the room, leaving Sanemi stranded inside with a bunch of random girls.
“Shinazugawa,” One of them comes up to him, her shirt unbuttoned exposing her cleavage. “I was wondering if you wanted to head down to the bar with my friends and I?”
“Oh, no, I’m good.” He says, waving her off. Her eyes flick down to the exposed column of his pecs, scars crossing over his chest. “I have to get home to my—”
“Oh, but, please, mister!” Another one says, tugging on his arm. “We’d like to treat you to a night out for all your hard work.” She traces her finger up and down his bicep, making him mildly uncomfortable. He pushes both of them away, grabbing his things and walking over to the door.
“Shinazugawa—”
“I’m good, thanks. Have a wonderful night, ladies.” He shuts the door and exits the room where Giyuu stands outside completely unamused. If it weren’t for the fact that they were both still in their workplace, he would have taken things into his own hands and fucked Sanemi against the closest wall right in front of those girls.
———
Pushed into the bedroom, Sanemi nearly falls on the floor before Giyuu grabs the collar of his shirt by force before their lips are rammed together in a hungry display. Sanemi’s taken aback and lets out a squeak of surprise before his white button up is being unbuttoned with haste and torn off his torso.
Giyuu’s hand flies to his waist where his jeans are held up by a brown belt and Sanemi barely has enough time to catch him before he’s left bare.
“F-Fuck, babe, wait,”
“What?” Giyuu groans, looking up at him. There’s an angry tone in his voice and Sanemi tries to decipher it.
“What’s got you in such a rush?”
“The way those girls were looking at you,” Giyuu says in between sloppy kisses on his neck. “They wanted you to fuck them so bad…”
Sanemi laughs, but he’s caught partially off guard when the back of his knees hit the bed and he’s knocked off his feet, head hitting the pillows as Giyuu captures his lips in an open-mouthed kiss. He pulls back and straddles Sanemi’s waist, undoing the tie around his neck and throwing it across the room before unbuttoning his own button up and pauses, letting the fabric slip off his shoulder slowly in a flirtatious display.
Giyuu smirks. He feels Sanemi grow hard under his hips and he leans down close to his face.
“Horny little shit,” He chides, “you just love seeing me naked, don’t you?”
Sanemi doesn’t get the chance to respond before he’s being pushed down into the bed rather harshly and his lips are devoured fervently as the buckle of his pants is played with. His belt is thrown out of its loops onto the floor as Giyuu works diligently, unhooking his jeans from his hips and sliding them down his waist all while he attacks Sanemi’s mouth and neck, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across his skin.
“Giyuu, wait, what’s got you so uptied?”
Sanemi pushes on his shoulder to get him to pull back, but Giyuu resists, palming at Sanemi’s erection through his boxers.
“You know.” Giyuu says, taking Sanemi’s cock into his mouth—when did his boxers get torn off?
“ F-fuck, ” Sanemi curses. No matter how many times they have sex, Giyuu’s head will always be the most godly thing ever. It has Sanemi on his heels everytime he bottoms, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it when the ravenet got possessive.
Even now, when he has no clue what Giyuu’s so pissed about, he still likes getting manhandled by the shorter man.
Giyuu licks a stripe of pre-come from the base of his cock up to the tip, all while Sanemi’s propped up on his elbows and watching. His tongue slithers like a snake around the head, blue eyes staring up at him lustfully before the organ disappears within the confines of Giyuu’s mouth, tongue working wonders on his dick. Sanemi grunts, elbows giving out on him as he pants relentlessly, feeling the tickle of Giyuu’s black hair against his thighs and pelvis.
“F-Fuck, Giyuu, you— ah, ” Sanemi moans, getting a fistful of black hair in the process. He feels the head of his cock hit the back of Giyuu’s throat and he nearly screams, “ Shit,”
Giyuu pulls off, saliva connecting his mouth to his cock as he shucks off his own pants, red-hot cock leaking with pre-come. Sanemi’s mouth waters at the sight.
“Turn over.”
“What?”
“Turn over. On your stomach.” Giyuu demands.
“Babe,I—” Sanemi can’t finish his sentence because he’s being thrown over the bed and his ass is being pulled into the air from behind by Giyuu’s strong hands. “Shit—”
The head of his cock presses against the rim of Sanemi’s hole before it’s pushed in without warning, Giyuu sinking down to the base in one quick motion. Sanemi gasps, throwing his head back before Giyuu’s hand is on the back of his head, pushing his head of white hair into the ivory-green bed sheets.
“ Augh, f-fuck, Giyuu, ngh, ”
Giyuu pulls out and slams back in, a resounding squelch coming from the movement and making Sanemi shriek. He fists the sheets with both of his hands, Giyuu’s tan ones landing on top of his own and interlocking their fingers.
“You, haah, ”
“Hm? Finish your sentence, Sanemi.” Giyuu says while his cock jabs Sanemi’s prostate. The moan he lets out is filthy, turning Giyuu on even more and prompting him to slam into him faster.
Sanemi can't take it. He wasn’t prepared to be manhandled so roughly, Giyuu’s lean frame overpowering him in times like these when he doesn’t hold back; he usually keeps his strength hidden in favor of getting Sanemi’s cock shoved up his ass, but somethings got him ticked today and Sanemi’s glad he fucked up because the feeling of his lovers dick pounding his ass is doing wonders for his brain.
“ Ah, f-fuck, right there, Giyuu,” Sanemi moans for him like a Yoshiwara whore, a feat Giyuu picks up on.
“You sound so good, Sanemi.” He nuzzles into the back of his hair, “So pretty, like a slut.”
“ Mmfg, Giyuu, p-please, g-go harder, ” He moans, arching his back while Giyuu fists his white hair.
“Beg.” He demands, and Sanemi’s cock twitches.
“Wh—”
“I said, beg. ” Sanemi turns his head to the side, getting a better view of Giyuu’s anger-filled and lustful deep blue eyes. He lets out a pant every once in a while and catches small glimpses of Giyuu’s red cock inserting itself into his hole.
“B-Babe, please, ” He tries, almost biting his tongue to keep the words from coming out. God, this is humiliating, “g-go harder, please, j-just fuck me harder.”
“Good enough,” Giyuu says, and it seems to do the job because he thrusts faster, each pace hitting his prostate and sending Sanemi over the edge.
“Giyuu, I’m—”
“Speak up,”
“I-I’m coming— mmfg— please, dont— ngh— don’t stop,” Sanemi’s stomach does backflips, a knot tightening in his lower abdomen as his head is filled with nothing but Giyuu, Giyuu, Giyuu and his speech becomes a babbling mess. His cock twitches under his stomach and he comes with a cry, spilling white over the bed sheets and his stomach. Giyuu slows down above him, his thrusts getting shallower and Sanemi feels the moment when he spills his seed inside of him, the man grunting and letting out a moan of his own before he pulls out, Sanemi stuffed to the brim and fucked stupid. White drips down the inner back of his thighs.
Giyuu flops down on his back beside him, idly watching as Sanemi drops his hips and slams down on the bed. He pants, regaining his breath and he has to blink a couple of times to make sure he didn’t go blind.
“What— hah, what the fuck was that all about, Giyuu?”
Giyuu turns over to his stomach, crossing his arms in front of him and resting his cheek on his forearm, staring at his fiance through black bangs. Sanemi’s face is a red-hot mess, covered in sweat and blush, white hair tousled and lavender eyes wide as saucers.
“Sorry,” Giyuu apologizes, “guess I got a little carried away.”
“Ya think?” Sanemi scoffs, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”
“Those girls inside the meeting room—the ones with their cleavage out and the one who was touching your arm… She was getting too familiar.”
Sanemi rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Come on, you know that did nothing to me.”
“I know, but, I just wanted to remind you who you belong to.”
Sanemi chuckles, “Babe, we’re literally getting married.” He takes Giyuu’s left hand into his own, thick fingers running over the silver engagement ring on his finger. Giyuu smiles and hides behind his bangs.
“I know…” He groans, and mumbles some incoherent nonsense. Sanemi pushes back his bangs and kisses his sweat-soaked forehead.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Mhm,” Giyuu nods, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pressing their chests together. “I love you too, ‘Nemi.”
Sanemi sighs, “Okay, Yuu, get up, I have to shower and wash the sheets. Again. ”