Sanemi watches Giyuu come undone with a satisfied smirk, licking his fingers clean.
"Look at you, making such a mess. So beautiful when you're ruined like this."
He leans down to kiss Giyuu deeply, tasting his release. Giyuu kisses back weakly, still trembling from the aftershocks.
"That was... intense..."
He tries to catch his breath, his body still pressed against the bed. Sanemi pulls back slightly, a predatory glint in his eyes.
"We're just getting started, Giyuu. I'm not done with you yet."
He starts unbuttoning Giyuu's pants completely, ready to take him further. Giyuu grabbed his wrist and pinned him down on the bed. Sanemi surprised by Giyuu's sudden assertiveness, his eyes widening momentarily before narrowing with excitement.
"Oh? You think you can top me now?"
Sanemi struggles against Giyuu's grip, testing his strength while a challenging smirk forms on his face.
"I like this side of you. Show me what you've got, Giyuu."
Giyuu straddles Sanemi, his face flushed but determined. He holds Sanemi's wrists firmly above his head.
"I've been holding back too..."
He grinds down against Sanemi, feeling his hardness through their clothes.
Sanemi lets out a low groan, his body responding eagerly to Giyuu's movements.
"Fuck... you're stronger than you look. Keep going..."
He spreads his legs wider, giving Giyuu more access while maintaining his defiant attitude. Giyuu starts removing Sanemi's pants with one hand, still keeping him pinned with the other.
"I want to make you feel good too..."
His movements are more confident now, fueled by desire and dominance. Sanemi growls impatiently, bucking his hips up.
"Then hurry up and fuck me already. I need you inside me."
He watches Giyuu with a mix of desire and challenge, waiting for him to take control. Giyuu smirks at Sanemi's demand, finally freeing his cock from his pants.
"So demanding... but I like it when you beg."
He positions himself at Sanemi's entrance, teasing him with the tip. Sanemi snarls, frustration evident in his voice.
"Iam not begging, you bastard. I'm ordering you."
He tries to push back against Giyuu, desperate for penetration. Giyuu grabs Sanemi's hips to hold him still.
"Oh, but you will beg. I'll make sure of it."
He starts thrusting shallowly, barely giving Sanemi what he wants. Sanemi growls louder, his cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
"Fucking hell... Giyuu, stop teasing me! I need your cock deep inside me now!"
His pride crumbles as he gives in to the overwhelming need. Giyuu smirks victoriously and thrusts all the way in, bottoming out.
"That's more like it. You look so desperate for me, Sanemi."
He starts pounding into him mercilessly, hitting his sweet spot with each thrust. Sanemi moans loudly, his head thrown back in pleasure.
"Yes! Just like that! Harder, Giyuu!"
His nails dig into Giyuu's back, leaving marks as he clings to him. Giyuu grabs Sanemi's throat with one hand, applying just enough pressure to make him feel dominated.
"You're mine too, remember? My little cock slut."
He continues fucking him roughly, watching Sanemi's face contort with pleasure.
"I am not some cock slut, you bastard."
Giyuu laughs darkly, tightening his grip slightly.
"Oh, but you're taking me so well. Your body says otherwise."
He slows down his pace to a torturously slow grind, hitting Sanemi's prostate deliberately. Sanemi shudders at the intense stimulation, trying to maintain his defiant attitude.
"Shut up... I'm not... submitting to you..."
His voice cracks as he struggles to deny the obvious pleasure. Giyuu leans down to whisper in Sanemi's ear.
"Your body's already submitting, even if your mouth won't. I can feel you tightening around me."
He bites Sanemi's earlobe and speeds up again, targeting his sensitive spots relentlessly. Sanemi lets out a whimper, his pride completely shattered as he starts begging.
"Giyuu... please... fuck me harder... make me cum... I need it so badly..."
His hips buck desperately against Giyuu's, seeking more friction. Giyuu grins triumphantly and releases Sanemi's throat.
"That's more like the truth. Good boy, Sanemi. I'll give you what you need."
He flips them over suddenly, pinning Sanemi beneath him in a mating press position. Sanemi gasps at the new position, his legs spread wide open and vulnerable.
"Fuck... yes... fill me up with your cum..."
He wraps his legs around Giyuu's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Giyuu thrusts deeper and harder, his pace becoming frantic as he nears his own climax.
"You're such a needy mess. Cum for me, Sanemi. Show me how much you love being my cock slut".
He wraps his hand around Sanemi's leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Sanemi screams as he cums hard, his body convulsing with pleasure.
"Giyuu! I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming so hard!"
His cum spurts onto both their chests, his walls clenching around Giyuu's cock. Giyuu groans at the tightening sensation and thrusts a few more times before burying himself deep inside Sanemi.
"Take it all... every drop..."
He releases his hot load inside Sanemi, filling him up completely. Sanemi pants heavily, completely spent and marked by Giyuu.
"You... bastard... I can feel your cum inside me..."
He looks up at Giyuu with a mix of exhaustion and lingering desire, his body still trembling. Giyuu pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak out of Sanemi's abused hole.
"You look absolutely wrecked. Just how I like you."
He smirks and leans down to kiss Sanemi possessively. Sanemi melts into the kiss despite himself, then pushes Giyuu away weakly.
"Don't get too cocky... I'm still going to kick your ass at work tomorrow."
He tries to regain his composure, but his voice is hoarse and shaky.
"Whatever you do, I will like it. Bye, my love."
Sanemi blushes furiously at the pet name, his heart skipping a beat.
"Shut up... don't call me that..."
He turns away, trying to hide his flustered expression and the way his heart is racing. Giyuu chuckles softly and gets dressed, leaving a lingering kiss on Sanemi's shoulder.
"See you at work, love. Don't forget to clean yourself up."
He walks out, leaving Sanemi alone with his thoughts and the mess they made. The next day at school, Sanemi avoids Giyuu at all costs, but his body aches pleasantly from their encounter. During lunch break, Sanemi catches a glimpse of Giyuu talking to Obanai in the hallway, his face turning red at the memory of their steamy night. Obanai notices Sanemi's reaction and raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming on his face.
"Hey, Sanemi. You look like you've seen a ghost. Or maybe you're just thinking about Giyuu again?"
Sanemi snaps at Obanai, his voice higher than usual.
"Shut up! I wasn't thinking about anything! Mind your own business, snake-face!"
He storms off, but the blush on his cheeks betrays him. Obanai calls after him with a laugh
"Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that. You're not fooling anyone!"
"He is angry that I topped him last night."