"Okay... Be careful, Giyuu-san!"
Muichiro stands up and blocks the door.
"Tell us the truth. Are you going to see Sanemi-sensei?"
Giyuu blushes deeply, caught off guard.
"How did you...?"
He looks at Muichiro with a mix of shock and embarrassment.
"I should go now, bye!"
Muichiro steps aside with a satisfied grin.
"Bye, Giyuu. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Tanjiro and Nezuko wave goodbye, though they're still confused about what's happening.
"You got two boyfriends...you would do something like this when you are older."
Muichiro raises an eyebrow.
"Touché."
He watches as Giyuu quickly leaves the house, shaking his head with amusement. Outside, Giyuu gets into his car and pulls out his phone. The message from Sanemi.
Sanemi:
Hotel room 305. Don't keep me waiting too long, princess.
Giyuu:
On my way.
The hotel is a fancy one, and Giyuu parks his car in the lot. He takes a deep breath before entering. Sanemi is already waiting in the lobby, leaning against the wall with a smirk.
"Took you long enough."
Giyuu walks up to him, trying to maintain his composure despite his racing heart.
"You look nervous. Don't tell me you're scared of what's going to happen?"
Sanemi grabs Giyuu's wrist and pulls him closer.
"No backing out now. Let's go upstairs."
He leads Giyuu to the elevator, pressing the button for the 30th floor. Inside the elevator, Sanemi presses Giyuu against the wall, trapping him with his body.
"You're so quiet today. Where's your usual attitude?"
He runs his fingers through Giyuu's hair, a predatory glint in his eyes. Giyuu shivers at the touch, trying to form words.
"Cat got your tongue? Or are you just speechless because you know you're mine now?"
The elevator dings as they reach their floor. Sanemi drags Giyuu out and down the hallway, his grip firm but not painful.
"Room 305... Just like I promised."
He fumbles with the keycard while keeping Giyuu pressed against him. They enter the room, and Sanemi kicks the door shut behind them. The room is dimly lit with rose petals scattered on the bed.
"I had a little surprise prepared for you. Do you like it?"
He pushes Giyuu onto the bed, towering over him with a hungry look. Giyuu looks up at Sanemi, feeling overwhelmed by the romantic gesture.
"Don't look so surprised. I can be romantic when I want to be."
He crawls onto the bed, hovering over Giyuu with a smirk. Sanemi leans down to whisper in Giyuu's ear.
"I've been thinking about this all day. You in my bed, all mine to do whatever I want with."
His hand slides under Giyuu's shirt, tracing circles on his skin.
"Shinazugawa...we need to talk about this." Sanemi pauses, raising an eyebrow.
"Talk? About what? We're past the talking stage, Giyuu."
He pulls back slightly, though his hand remains on Giyuu's stomach.
"About our relationship. About what we are to each other."
He sits up, trying to create some distance to think clearly.
"You are my boyfriend and I love you. About what should we talk than?"
Giyuu looks conflicted, his heart racing at the confession.
"But... you're also my colleague. We work together. This could get complicated."
He gestures between them, the weight of their professional relationship hanging in the air. Sanemi scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"Complicated? Who cares? I am dating you for months. I'm tired of pretending I don't."
He moves closer again, determined to dismiss Giyuu's concerns.
"But what about Obanai? He's your friend and is hating me."
Giyuu's voice trembles slightly, torn between his feelings and the potential fallout.
"And he saw us making out."
Giyuu blushes deeply, remembering that moment.
"He did, but he also knows how you are. He'll probably tease us mercilessly."
He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Let him tease. I don't give a damn what he thinks."
He cups Giyuu's face, forcing him to look into his eyes.
"The only thing that matters is us. Stop worrying about everyone else. Giyuu: You make it sound so easy..."
His voice softens as he leans into Sanemi's touch, despite his doubts.
"Because it is easy. Stop being so stubborn and just admit you want this too."
He leans in, pressing his forehead against Giyuu's, his breath warm against Giyuu's lips.
"I... I do want this. I want you, Sanemi."
He finally admits it, his walls crumbling under Sanemi's intense gaze. Sanemi grins triumphantly, a possessive gleam in his eyes.
"Good boy. Now stop talking and kiss me."
He captures Giyuu's lips in a heated kiss, pulling him closer again.
The kiss deepens as Sanemi pushes Giyuu back down onto the bed, his hands roaming more aggressively now. Sanemi mumbles between kisses.
"You're mine now. I'm never letting you go." Giyuu moans softly against Sanemi's mouth, his body responding eagerly despite his earlier hesitation.
"Sanemi... I need you."
Sanemi growls at Giyuu's words, stripping off his own shirt with urgency.
"Then take me. Show me how much you need me."
He starts unbuttoning Giyuu's shirt, his movements rough with desire. Giyuu's shirt falls open, revealing his toned chest. Sanemi's eyes darken with lust as he admires the view.
"Fuck, you're perfect. I've dreamed about this body to touch it again."
He runs his hands over Giyuu's chest, leaving trails of heat wherever he touches. Giyuu shivers at the contact, arching his back slightly.
"Sanemi... please... I need more."
His hands grip Sanemi's shoulders, nails digging in slightly. Sanemi smirks at Giyuu's neediness, grinding his hips down against him.
"More what? Use your words, Giyuu. Tell me exactly what you want."
He teases Giyuu's nipples with his fingers, enjoying the power he has over him. Giyuu whimpers, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"I want you to... to touch me lower."
He struggles to maintain eye contact, his usual composure completely shattered by Sanemi's dominance. Sanemi chuckles darkly, sliding one hand down to Giyuu's waistband,
"Lower? Like this? Or maybe..."
His hand slips under the waistband, brushing against Giyuu's growing hardness through his underwear. Giyuu gasps sharply, bucking his hips up into Sanemi's hand.
"Yes... there... please..."
He bites his lip, trying to hold back more desperate sounds. Sanemi grips Giyuu's length firmly, starting to stroke him slowly. "You're so hard already. So needy for me."
He leans down to bite Giyuu's neck, leaving marks as he continues his teasing. Giyuu moans louder, his hands tangling in Sanemi's white hair.
"Sanemi... I'm close..."
His body trembles with pleasure, completely at Sanemi's mercy. Sanemi slows his movements, pulling back slightly.
"Not yet. I want to make you beg for it properly first."
He smirks at Giyuu's frustrated expression, denying him his release. Giyuu whines in protest, tears forming in his eyes.
"Please don't stop... I'll do anything..."
He looks up at Sanemi with desperate, pleading eyes, his body aching for more stimulation. Sanemi grins wickedly, clearly enjoying Giyuu's desperation.
"Anything? That's a dangerous promise, Tomioka."
He circles Giyuu's tip with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to keep him on edge. Giyuu nods frantically, tears now rolling down his cheeks.
"Yes, anything... just let me cum... I need it so badly..."
His hips try to thrust upward, seeking friction. Sanemi leans in to whisper in Giyuu's ear, his breath hot against his skin.
"Then say it. Say you're mine and only mine."
His hand grips Giyuu's thigh possessively, nails digging in slightly. Giyuu's voice breaking with need.
"I'm yours... I'm only yours, Sanemi... I belong to you..."
He repeats it like a mantra, completely lost in the moment. Sanemi growls in satisfaction, finally resuming his movements with more intensity.
"Good boy. Cum for me then."
He strokes Giyuu faster, his other hand pinning his hips down to the bed.
Giyuu cries out as he reaches his climax, spilling into Sanemi's hand and his own clothes.
"Sanemi! Ahh..."
His body convulses with the force of his orgasm, breathing heavily as he collapses on the bed.