Words: 2630
Which universe: Normal world
Which label: Smut
Top: Giyuu
Bottom: Sanemi
About: Giyuu is a 20 year old man and is living with his grandparents because his parents died when he was like 3-4. They are living on a large farm far away from the city. There are horses, pigs, cows and other animals. Sanemi's parents are living in the city and decided that he should go to the farm to learn the real rough time. It's now Sanemi's 5th week and the boys are in a relationship. It's something between dating and fuck buddies. They had sex before.
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"W-Wait, Giyuu, we should- ahhn!" His protest dissolved into a moan as Giyuu pressed inside, stretching him open with careful thrusts. It burned, but in the best way, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his gut.
Panting harshly, Sanemi reached down to still Giyuu's hand, meeting his gaze with hazy, pleading eyes. "Babe, we need... we need lube. Don't wanna hurt you, or m-myself. There's some in my bag, in the tack room..."Giyuu paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed Sanemi's words. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he realized the oversight, embarrassment warring with lingering arousal. "Shit, you're right. I got carried away there."
He carefully extracted his fingers, wincing sympathetically as Sanemi winced at the loss. "Sorry about that, Sanemi. Didn't mean to rush things." Giyuu pressed a gentle kiss to Sanemi's forehead, his touch tender despite the heat still smoldering between them.
Sitting back on his heels, Giyuu ran a hand through his tousled hair, looking endearingly flustered. "The tack room, huh? Guess we shouldn't be surprised you're prepared for anything, even impromptu barn romps~"Sanemi's expression darkened, a flash of anger and embarrassment crossing his features at Giyuu's teasing remark. He sat up abruptly, shrugging off the alpha's comforting touch. "Hey, fuck you! It's not like I planned this or anything. And I sure as hell didn't pack lube hoping for a quickie in the damn stables!"
He stood on shaky legs, grabbing his scattered clothes and holding them protectively in front of his naked lower half. Sanemi's voice rose, tinged with hurt and defensiveness. "I'm not some kinda pervert, Giyuu. I just... I keep essentials on hand, okay? For emergencies. Not for this!"
Turning away, Sanemi began hastily dressing, his movements jerky with agitation. The intimate mood shattered, leaving an uncomfortable tension in its wake. After retrieving the lube from his bag, Giyuu approached Sanemi cautiously, sensing the younger man's lingering embarrassment and irritation. He set the bottle aside and gently took Sanemi's hands in his own, squeezing reassuringly.
"Hey, I'm sorry. That was a shitty thing for me to say, especially after I messed up first without lube. You didn't do anything wrong, Sanemi. I was just trying to lighten the mood, but I clearly missed the mark."
Giyuu's thumbs rubbed soothing circles on the backs of Sanemi's hands as he held his gaze, his expression soft and apologetic. "Can we start over? I promise to take things slower this time, and to communicate better. What do you say we try again, but at a pace we're both comfortable with?"
Sanemi's anger melted away at Giyuu's sincere apology and gentle touch. He leaned into the contact, some of the tension draining from his shoulders. "I... thanks, Giyuu. For understanding and for saying sorry. I guess I overreacted a bit, huh?"
A small, rueful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Starting over sounds good. And I appreciate you wanting to go slower and talk things out. It means a lot."
Emboldened by Giyuu's patience and care, Sanemi closed the distance between them, capturing the alpha's lips in a heated kiss. It was aggressive but not punishing, pouring apologies and renewed desire into the press of mouths and clash of tongues. As Giyuu and Sanemi kissed deeply, passion reignited between them, the earlier tension dissipating.
Hands roamed eager bodies as they quickly shed remaining clothes, desperate to feel bare skin on skin once more. Giyuu took charge, guiding Sanemi back down into the plush hay with a firm grip on his hips. He lavished attention on Sanemi's neck and chest with lips, teeth and tongue, marking and claiming. One large hand pinned Sanemi's wrists above his head while the other mapped the planes of his torso possessively. Giyuu's muscular form loomed over Sanemi's slender one, radiating dominance and barely leashed hunger.
He positioned himself between Sanemi's spread thighs, the thick line of his arousal brushing maddeningly against the younger man's entrance as he hovered, waiting for permission and further guidance from his lover. Sanemi trembled beneath Giyuu, overwhelmed by the alpha's dominant presence and the exquisite sensations assaulting his senses. His skin felt electrified wherever Giyuu touched, nerves singing with pleasure-pain as the bigger male marked him so thoroughly.
"G-Giyuu..." he panted, voice ragged with need. "Please, I'm ready. I want you so bad it hurts."
Sanemi lifted his hips, grinding against Giyuu in a blatant invitation. The slick evidence of his arousal coated his inner thighs, a testament to his desperate desire. "Take me, claim me, ruin me for anyone else. I'm yours, all yours!"
His hands flexed in the hay beside his head, resisting the urge to touch, to pull Giyuu closer. With a low, approving growl, Giyuu reached for the lube, coating his throbbing length generously. He circled Sanemi's fluttering hole with a slick finger, teasing the sensitive rim. "That's it, baby. Gonna fill you up so good, make you feel so full. You want that, don't you? Want me stretching you open on my cock?"
At Sanemi's desperate nod and whimpered plea, Giyuu lined himself up and pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle inch by excruciating inch. He groaned at the exquisite vice-like heat engulfing him, pausing when fully sheathed to let Sanemi adjust. "Fuck, you feel incredible. So tight, so perfect. Made for me."Giyuu set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward in controlled, powerful thrusts. Each movement was deliberate and precise, angling to hit Sanemi's prostate dead-on with uncanny accuracy. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely in the quiet barn, punctuated by Sanemi's escalating moans and cries of pleasure.
"That's it, take it," Giyuu grunted, one hand gripping Sanemi's hip hard enough to bruise while the other braced against the hay bale beside his head. "Scream for me, let everyone hear who you belong to. Gonna fuck you so deep, fill you up till you're dripping with my cum."
He increased his pace, pistoning into Sanemi's willing body with single-minded focus. Giyuu maintained his relentless, precise thrusts, each snap of his hips driving him impossibly deeper into Sanemi's welcoming heat. The younger man writhed beneath him, back arching off the hay bale as he lost himself to the overwhelming pleasure. Giyuu's control was impressive, muscles rippling under sweat-slicked skin as he powered into Sanemi with machine-like efficiency.
Soft grunts and gasps of exertion escaped him, mingling with Sanemi's increasingly high, keening cries. The erotic symphony of their coupling filled the air, raw and primal, speaking volumes without a single filthy word exchanged. Despite his best efforts to maintain his macho facade, Sanemi found himself rapidly unraveling under Giyuu's skilled attention. His usual bravado deserted him, replaced by needy whimpers and desperate pleas for more. The ironclad control he prided himself on crumbled away, leaving behind a wanton, pleasure-drunk mess of a man.
"Hahh... G-Giyuu..." Sanemi babbled incoherently, eyes rolled back in bliss. "So big... splitting me open... f-feels too good!"
His hands scrabbled uselessly at Giyuu's back, blunt nails digging into sweat-slicked skin as he clung to his lover for dear life. The last vestiges of Sanemi's tough guy act evaporated, replaced by raw, honest need. Lost in a haze of pleasure, Giyuu latched onto the sensitive juncture of Sanemi's neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a vivid mark. The sharp sting mingled deliciously with the relentless pleasure of Giyuu's thrusts, pushing Sanemi closer to the edge.
"Ahhh, f-fuck! Giyuu!" Sanemi wailed, head thrashing against the hay bale. His body seized up, back bowing almost painfully as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. Thick ropes of pearly seed painted his stomach and chest, spurred on by the dual stimulation of Giyuu's teeth and cock.
Through it all, Giyuu continued his relentless pace, working Sanemi through the aftershocks. As Sanemi came undone beneath him, Giyuu felt his own release fast approaching. The rhythmic clench and flutter of Sanemi's walls around his aching length, combined with the intoxicating scent of sex and the taste of his lover's skin, proved too much to resist. With a guttural groan, Giyuu buried himself to the hilt one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside Sanemi's spasming channel.
"Sanemi!" he gasped, hips jerking erratically as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure. Giyuu collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms to avoid crushing the smaller male. He peppered Sanemi's face and neck with soft kisses, murmuring praise and endearments between panting breaths.
"You were amazing, baby."As the heat of the moment faded, Sanemi's sharp instincts kicked back in. He blinked rapidly, suddenly aware of their location—the creaking beams overhead, the scent of old wood and dust, the faint sounds of the barn stirring beyond the stall door. His usual bravado faltered under the weight of reality.
"Shit, Giyuu... we're still in the damn stable." He shifted uncomfortably, wincing slightly as if realizing something physically hurt besides his pride. "If someone walks in right now, you're gonna owe me ten times what you already do."
He let out a breathless chuckle, trying to recover some of his swagger but failing miserably. His gaze flickered toward the entrance before returning to Giyuu, defiant yet vulnerable beneath the surface.
"Still think you're the cool one?" His smirk didn't quite reach his eyes this time. Giyuu pulled out an expression like nothing happened. He dressed himself up and took the hay they fucked on and throw it away. Sanemi watched with a mixture of disbelief and grudging respect as Giyuu calmly extricated himself, tucked away his softening member, and began tidying up as if they hadn't just had mind-blowing sex mere moments ago. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the alpha's composure, wishing he could match it.
Scrambling to dress himself with shaking hands, Sanemi struggled to regain his equilibrium. He snatched his discarded shirt, using it to wipe away the worst of the mess on his stomach before yanking it on. "Well, ain't you just Mr. Cool and Collected now? Bet you've done this shit a million times, huh?"
There was a bitter edge to his voice, insecurity bleeding through his attempt at nonchalance. Sanemi scowled at Giyuu's infuriatingly calm demeanor, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever. He hated this - hated the way his heart raced, the way his palms felt clammy, the way he couldn't seem to string two coherent thoughts together. This wasn't him. He was the one who called the shots, who kept people at arm's length. Not this needy, twitchy mess.
"I know what you're thinking," he muttered, jamming his feet into his boots with more force than necessary. "That this was a mistake, that I'm just another notch on your belt. Well, fuck you very much."
He stood abruptly, swaying slightly as the blood rushed from his head. Sanemi grabbed his bag, clutching it like a shield. "This doesn't change anything, got it?"Sanemi tensed as Giyuu's strong arms wrapped around him, pulling his back flush against the broad chest. He wanted to resist, to push away and reassert his independence, but he found himself melting into the embrace instead. Giyuu's warmth seeped into his bones, chasing away the chill of post-coital exposure.
"What are you doing?" he grumbled, but there was no real bite to his words. Sanemi's head fell back against Giyuu's shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathed in the familiar scent of his lover - sweat, musk, and something uniquely Giyuu.
"This doesn't mean I'm going soft on you, asshole. I still think you're a smug prick sometimes."
Giyuu loosened his hold slightly, allowing Sanemi to turn in his arms until they faced each other. His expression was soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to his earlier intensity.
"It's not like that at all, Sanemi. This... us... it's not a mistake or a conquest. You're important to me." His large hands came up to cup Sanemi's face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones with surprising gentleness. "I know I can be an insensitive jerk sometimes. I'm sorry for making you feel used or dismissed. That was never my intention." Sanemi's breath caught in his throat at Giyuu's earnest words and tender touch. He wanted to believe him, to trust in the sincerity shining in those dark eyes, but years of walls and defenses made it difficult. Still, he found himself leaning into the caress, craving the comfort despite his misgivings.
"Important to you, huh?" A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, equal parts amused and disbelieving. "Funny way of showing it, hotshot. Dragging me into a stable and bending me over the first thing you saw."
But there was no real accusation in his tone, only a tentative wonder. Sanemi's hands came up to rest on Giyuu's chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I guess... I guess I'm glad you think I'm important."As Giyuu moved to continue his chores, Sanemi lingered for a moment, watching the play of muscles beneath his lover's shirt. He shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Guess I should help too, huh? Can't you think I'm just a lazy bum who can't pull his own weight."
He grabbed a pitchfork and started mucking out a nearby stall, falling into an easy rhythm alongside Giyuu. The mundane task allowed his mind to wander, processing the intensity of their encounter and Giyuu's unexpected words.
"So, uh... what happens now?" Sanemi asked casually, not looking up from his work. "After this little adventure in the hay, I mean. We just go back to normal, pretend it never happened?" Sanemi's brow furrowed as he processed Giyuu's words, a myriad of emotions playing across his handsome features. Uncertainty, hope, and a touch of stubborn defiance warred within him. After a long moment, he huffed out a breath, blowing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.
"A pout? Really, Giyuu? You're gonna try to guilt trip me with puppy dog eyes now?" Despite his gruff words, there was a fondness in his tone, a softness that belied his harsh exterior.
He stepped closer, reaching out to straighten Giyuu's collar with a gentleness that surprised even himself. "Fine, you big sap. I'll give this whole 'relationship' thing a shot."Sanemi's fingers lingered on Giyuu's collar for a heartbeat longer before dropping away. He took a step back, needing to put some distance between them lest he do something foolish like lean in and kiss that infuriatingly earnest expression off Giyuu's face.
"But don't think this means you've won, hotshot," he warned, jabbing a finger at Giyuu's chest. "I'm still the same pain in the ass you've always known. Just... maybe a slightly less pain-in-the-ass version now."
A ghost of a smile played at the corners of his mouth, softening the blow of his words. "And if you ever breathe a word of this sappy bullshit to anyone, I'll deny it harder than a politician caught with his pants down. Got it?"