"Damn right I am. But I can still beat you in arm wrestling."
He challenges, flexing his arm playfully.
"We should have a competition!"
The kids start chanting "Arm wrestle! Arm wrestle!" while jumping up and down excitedly.
"I accept your challenge."
He stands up, rolling up his sleeves with determination. The competitive spark in his eyes makes Sanemi grin wider.
"This is going to be easy."
He positions himself across from Giyuu, ready for the match. Sanemi's strength is impressive, but Giyuu is putting up a good fight. The kids are cheering wildly for both of them.
"You're stronger than I remember, Giyuu."
He grunts, pushing harder as sweat begins to form on his forehead. Giyuu kisses the other mans hand. Sanemi falters for a split second, caught off guard by the kiss. His grip loosens just enough for Giyuu to gain the upper hand.
"That's cheating!"
He protests, his face flushing red with embarrassment and effort. Giyuu smirks, using the distraction to his advantage and slamming Sanemi's hand down onto the table.
"Damn it!"
The kids erupt in cheers for Giyuu's victory, while Muichiro starts chanting "Giyuu is the strongest!"
"Rematch! That doesn't count!"
"All's fair in love and war, Sanemi."
He says with a smug smile, flexing his fingers victoriously.
"You're enjoying this too much."
He stands up, glaring at Giyuu but there's no real anger in his eyes, just playful annoyance. The kids continue to tease Sanemi about his loss, while Giyuu moves closer to him again.
"I could give you a consolation prize."
He whispers, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
He asks, lowering his voice as well, curious but trying to maintain his grumpy facade.
"Maybe another kiss... or something more."
He whispers suggestively, his hand trailing up Sanemi's arm.
"Not in front of the kids, you pervert."
He hisses, though his breathing becomes slightly heavier at Giyuu's touch.
"Later then."
He promises with a wink, pulling away just as the kids start to notice their interaction.
Sanemi shoots him a warning look, but his eyes darken with anticipation for what's to come. The painting session resumes, but Sanemi finds it difficult to focus now. Every time Giyuu brushes past him, he tenses up.
Genya watches them suspiciously, sensing something's off between his brother and the gym teacher. The house is still full of happiness when the evening grows dark. So the kids got ready for bed. As the kids head upstairs to their rooms, Sanemi starts cleaning up the art supplies.
"Those brats better not make a mess tomorrow."
He grumbles, trying to keep his mind off Giyuu's earlier teasing. Giyuu helps tidy up, occasionally stealing glances at Sanemi's backside as he bends down to pick up paintbrushes.
"They're good kids."
He says casually, moving closer to Sanemi again.
"Yeah, yeah. They're still troublemakers."
He straightens up, only to find Giyuu right behind him.
"What are you doing so close?"
He asks, his voice slightly hoarse as he feels Giyuu's body heat.
"Just admiring you."
He wraps his arms around Sanemi's waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. "We're not alone, you know."
He whispers urgently, though he doesn't push Giyuu away.
"The kids are asleep. And Genya is out with his friends."
He presses closer, his lips brushing against Sanemi's neck and his breath is hot.
"You're insatiable you know that?"
He shivers at the contact, his resolve weakening at Giyuu continue to tease him.
"Only for you."
He spins Sanemi around to face him, pressing him against the wall.
"Giyuu..."
He breathes out, looking conflicted between desire and common sense.
"Tell me to stop if you really want me to.
His hands slide up Sanemi's chest, his eyes locked onto Sanemi's with intensity.
"I... can't."
He admits quietly, his hands gripping Giyuu's hips. Sanemi suddenly takes control, pinning Giyuu to the wall instead.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?"
He growls, his face inches from Giyuu's, their breaths mingling.
"That's the point."
He smirks, looking pleased with himself as he runs his fingers through Sanemi's white hair.
"I should punish you for that little stunt during the arm wrestling."
He presses his body against Giyuu's, trapping him completely.
"I'd like to see you try."
He challenges, his eyes darkening with lust as he feels Sanemi's hard body against his.
"You're really asking for it now."
He captures Giyuu's lips in a fierce kiss, biting his lower lip possessively. Giyuu moans softly into the kiss, his hands tangling in Sanemi's hair and pulling him closer.
"Shh... keep quiet."
He warns between kisses, one hand moving to cover Giyuu's mouth while the other grips his thigh. Giyuu nods, his eyes glazed with desire as he submits to Sanemi's touch.
"Good boy."
He purrs, removing his hand and trailing kisses down Giyuu's jaw to his neck. Sanemi lifts Giyuu effortlessly, carrying him towards his bedroom.
"We're continuing this properly."
He says in a low, commanding tone, his grip on Giyuu firm and possessive. Once inside the bedroom, Sanemi kicks the door shut and throws Giyuu onto the bed.
"Strip."
He demands, his eyes burning with lust as he starts to remove his own clothes. Giyuu sits up and begins to undress, his movements slow and teasing as he keeps eye contact with Sanemi.
"Stop teasing and hurry up."
He growls impatiently, now shirtless and working on his pants. Giyuu finally reveals his toned body, but continues to take his time with the last few items.
"I said now."
He stalks towards the bed, completely naked and clearly frustrated by Giyuu's pace. Sanemi pounces on Giyuu, pinning him down again and ripping off the remaining clothing himself.
"You're such a tease."
He attacks Giyuu's neck with bites and kisses, his hands roaming possessively over his bare skin.
"Mmm... I love making you lose control."
He gasps as Sanemi marks him, his body arching into the touch.
"You're going to regret that."
He reaches for the lube in his nightstand drawer, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Sanemi coats his fingers with lube and spreads Giyuu's legs wide.
"I'm going to make you beg for mercy tonight."
He circles Giyuu's entrance with one slick finger, applying pressure but not pushing in yet.
"Please... just do it."
He whimpers, trying to push back against Sanemi's finger, his cock already hard and leaking.
"Not yet."
He chuckles darkly, enjoying Giyuu's desperation as he continues the teasing touches. Sanemi leans down to whisper in Giyuu's ear, his breath hot.
"I want to hear you beg properly, with the words 'please fuck me, Sanemi-san'."
He emphasizes his demand by pressing the tip of his finger inside.
"Please fuck me, Sanemi-san! I need your cock inside me!"
He cries out, his pride completely forgotten in his need.
"Good boy."
Sanemi finally slides his finger all the way in, curling it expertly. Giyuu's back arches off the bed as Sanemi finds his prostate, a loud moan escaping him.
"That's it... sing for me."
He adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch Giyuu while watching his reactions intently. The walls are thick so the kids won't hear anything. Sanemi smirks at the reminder, his pace becoming more aggressive as he adds a third finger.
"Perfect. I can make you scream as loud as I want."
He leans down to capture Giyuu's mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing his moans. Giyuu's body trembles with pleasure, his moans growing louder against Sanemi's lips. His fingers grip the sheets tightly.
"You're so tight... and all mine."
He breaks the kiss to watch Giyuu's face contort in pleasure, his own cock throbbing with need.