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Giyuu had only one thing on his mind when Sanemi came home from work that evening, immediately shoving his phone into his husband’s face the second he walked through the door with a certain gleam behind his eyes that Sanemi could never really say no to. On his screen was an ad for the sex toy store just down the road, saying their big annual sale was today and everything in the store was half off that had caught Giyuu’s eyes instantly when he’d been scrolling on his phone earlier. 

They were frequent customers, mostly because of the store’s distance and friendly reception- the front desk workers even knew them by name at this point, which Sanemi thought was a little embarrassing, but Giyuu never really minded. They gave them plenty of good recommendations in the times they’ve gone in search for new things, and if anything, the store was like a personal playground for him. 

After reading the ad that was shoved so close to his face, it didn’t take anymore convincing for Sanemi to nod in agreement and say he just needed to change out of his work clothes and then they’d go, mirroring that slightly mischievous look in Giyuu’s eyes as he walked past him with a flirty hand on his waist. 

While he changed clothes, Giyuu did something… a little different before they left, sneaking something underneath his shirt into their bathroom while Sanemi had his bare back turned to him in the bedroom. He locked the door behind him and immediately took off his shorts, looking at the small cotton thong he was wearing in the mirror for a moment. It’d been his day off, so he spent it lounging around the house waiting for Sanemi to get home, so he had put on his most comfortable pair as he strolled around the house leisurely in nothing but that and a t-shirt. 

There was already a small wet spot in the crotch of the thong from thinking about what he was currently about to do, but Giyuu figured it would only get wetter after this, so he paid it no mind as he pulled down his underwear, too. 

What he’d been hiding in his shirt was a small, purple vibrator, c-shaped with two different functions at each end of it. It was one of his favorites in the plethora of toys they’ve collected throughout the years, the longer, thicker end going inside of him and massaging his g-spot as the other end gently vibrated and sucked right where his clit was. And it had a cute little remote that went with it, sitting harmlessly by the sink as Giyuu brought the toy to his pussy. 

He was already a little wet, so it made it a little easier when he slid the dildo part of the toy between his folds, trying to wet it enough to slip in without making too much noise to alert his husband of what he was up to. It was hot- knowing Sanemi was right outside the bathroom, probably already waiting for him so they could go. 

He played with it only enough to soak it before pressing it towards his entrance, bent over the sink a little in order to get the right angle to go in. Because one of the ends pressed into his g-spot, it had a wicked curve to it, Giyuu biting his lip to keep his noises suppressed as he gave a few playful pumps of the tip before easing the rest inside. 

He fought off a groan once it was fully in, already feeling a nice band of heat wrap around his lower stomach before even turning the toy on. He didn’t want to, yet, not until they were at the store, because if he turned it on while having to sit still in a car and pretend nothing was going on, Giyuu would definitely cum. 

So, making sure that the other end was snug against his clit where it was supposed to be, Giyuu let out a sigh and pulled his underwear and pants back up, hiding his little secret from any wandering eyes. Then, he grabbed the remote and slipped it into his pocket, tidying up his hair in the mirror for a moment before leaving the bathroom. 

Sanemi was waiting for him in the living room with car keys already in hand, sending Giyuu only one look before walking over to him. Giyuu tried to play it cool, schooling his expression even when Sanemi stepped close enough that he could smell the lingering cologne he’d put on for work that morning, scents of pine and sandalwood wafting in the air. 

“Give me the remote,” Sanemi ordered, his voice firm in a way that made Giyuu weak in the knees, toy inside him or not. 

How? How did Sanemi know already? Giyuu had thought he’d been pretty slick with it. 

Doubling down on his game of pretend, he tried to feign ignorance, tilting his head to the side a little and blinking slowly at his husband in the way he knew drove him crazy. 

“What remote?” 

Sanemi only leaned in closer, Giyuu feeling a shiver go down his spine when the other man put his lips right by the shell of his ear. 

“The one that goes to the toy that’s in your pretty little cunt right now,” 

Giyuu could feel himself clench down on the toy inside him at that, swallowing thickly from the heat that laced Sanemi’s tone. He wasn’t sure what gave him away or if his husband just knew him that well, but he wasn’t complaining about how this was turning out. Sanemi was going to find out eventually, but Giyuu had hoped it wouldn’t have been until they were in public, where he couldn’t do anything about it and would have the scurry to hide the boner he popped thinking about what his husband did. 

And Giyuu was feeling bold today, so he backed away just enough so he could look Sanemi in the eyes again and gave him a small, sweet smile. “No,” 

“No?” Sanemi repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in question. The way he looked at Giyuu was enough to get him going, narrow eyes scanning him like he was considering skipping the store entirely and just fucking him over the couch now. But, a certain kind of resolve sparkled behind his lavender eyes and Sanemi backed down, a hint of a challenge spreading across his face. “Fine, you little brat. See how long that lasts,” 

A smirk played on Giyuu’s lips, drowning out the insistent feeling of the unactivated dildo inside of him every time he clamped his thighs together to feel it. The remote sat inside of his pocket, a metaphorical magnetic pull attracting Sanemi’s hand as it wandered to his waist, their eyes still connected in a heated dance that seemed to linger even when Sanemi took a sudden step back. Giyuu looked at him with a raised, questioning brow, his bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout.

“C’mon, let’s get in the car,”

Sanemi hummed as they moved towards the front door like he was completely unphased by Giyuu’s little game, the blue eyed man following him like a duckling and shutting the door behind him, locking it with their house key, and letting the other man lead the way. He could see the way Sanemi’s thoughts bubbled up as he shuffled into the passenger seat and sat down more carefully than usual, resting his hand on Giyuu’s thigh that was barely covered by the short shorts he had on. The scarred man squeezed it a time or two as the car pulled out of the driveway, feeling around a bit for the remote to no avail.

Giyuu could tell exactly what he was looking for, chuckling to himself under his breath and looking out of the window with a practiced calmness even though he can still feel the dildo pressing into him persistently. Something itched at him from inside to turn it on, keep it on low for the meantime- let Sanemi know that Giyuu’s in charge of what happens- but at the same time… what if he just gave the remote to Sanemi right then and there? Let him have control and let him play with him however he wanted? 

No. 

Giyuu wouldn’t do that- he needed to teach Sanemi that he can’t have everything he wants when he wants. Lately, his husband had been feeling too confident in bed, ordering Giyuu around and giving him this infuriating, expectant look like he had no doubt he would do as told. 

It created a monster out of Sanemi, and Giyuu was determined to show him that he could still have control, too. 

He was feeling more than antsy by the time they pulled into the familiar parking lot of the store, Giyuu trading a sly look with Sanemi before he climbed out of the car very slowly to show off how the shorts hugged his ass. He smiled when he heard Sanemi click his tongue at him, his back turned to the car for a long moment before the sound of the driver’s door finally opened. 

Sanemi was shoving his hand in his pocket as he joined Giyuu on the sidewalk, offering him his other hand with a suspiciously happy look that Giyuu narrowed his eyes at warily before taking his hand. The two of them walked inside together, the little bell above the door chiming a sweet tone that alerted the employees at the register of their presence. 

“Welcome in! Everything is half-off today and you get the option of a complimentary bottle of lube or toy cleansers with your purchase!” a woman to their left announced, turning her head to greet them as she restocked a shelf of assorted condoms. Giyuu personally loved the energy every employee had here- which was one of the reasons this was their go-to shop for this kind of stuff- the staff never making it an awkward experience and always sharing tips and recommendations for certain toys or equipment. 

The first time Giyuu had come here, he’d been freshly graduated from high school, still walking around like he wasn’t supposed to be there and too afraid to ask any questions or look too long at one wall. He hadn’t been nearly as big of a freak as he was now, just wanting to get a decent sized dildo to satisfy himself when Sanemi, only his boyfriend at the time, wasn’t around. 

Clearly, he had looked nervous to the employees, because one of them approached him while he was awkwardly standing by the wall of dildos on the far side of the store, being completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sizes and colors they came in. The sweet lady that came up to him asked if he needed any help, which Giyuu had finally gathered the courage to explain what he was looking for. Her face lit up at that, gesturing to the little display tables they had of dildos outside of their packaging- set there for customers to feel the texture of them and such- and promptly starting stroking it in front of him while explaining how much she recommended this one for beginners.

Giyuu’s jaw had nearly dropped to the floor watching her do that so shamelessly and with such a welcoming attitude, like it was her favorite part of her job. After that, all of his nerves seemed to vanish and he didn’t feel as uncomfortable coming to places like this anymore- after all, if the employees are that enthusiastic about selling sex toys, he should be enthusiastic about buying them, too. 

There were quite a few couples inside for the sale as they began to walk around, Sanemi picking up a small basket from the front because they both knew that they never come out of the store without a haul and letting Giyuu take the lead. Immediately, the blue eyed man went for his favorite section- a small room built into the corner of the open-concept store called “The Dungeon”. Really, it was just where the BDSM gear was, but the name framed above the threshold made him giggle every time they went under it. 

They walked around happily, taking a look at each wall filled with various ball gags, rope, and floggers, pointing certain items out and giggling to each other as they looked around. Really, they already had most of these things sitting in a special part of their closet reserved for them, but Giyuu still went ahead and placed more rope into the basket hanging from Sanemi’s arm because every time they seem to use the ones they have, they never quite have enough. 

Next, Giyuu sauntered over to the paddle section of the smaller room, taking one of the leather paddles off the wall and playfully smacking his husband’s ass to “test it out”, Sanemi only rolling his eyes and making Giyuu put it back because they “already had too many kinds” at home. Giyuu stuck his tongue out at him in retaliation, but he put it back anyways and followed Sanemi over to where his eyes were wandering. 

With every step he took, Giyuu could feel the dildo part of the vibrator gently pressing against his sweet spot, just fleeting enough to remind him of its presence, but not enough to give him any real pleasure. He squeezed his thighs together every once in a while to feel the dull wave of heat between his legs, deciding now would be a good game to really start his little game with himself. 

So, Giyuu reached for the tiny remote in his pocket, his eyebrows furrowing a little when he dug around and found nothing. Quickly checking his other pocket, he confirmed that he didn’t have the remote on him, immediately looking to his husband who was still walking over the section of the wall full of nipple clamps and collars. 

Giyuu narrowed his eyes in suspicion, eyes flicking to Sanemi’s hands to find them empty save for the basket he was carrying, his pockets also looking flat except for his keys that always stayed in his left one. 

Hmm. The remote must’ve accidentally slipped out of his pocket in the car. 

He was a bit bummed he couldn’t continue his game, but it wasn’t the first time he’s done it and it definitely wouldn’t be the last, so Giyuu just savored whatever feelings he got from the toy simply being inside of him and went on with their shopping. 

“How about these?” Sanemi asked up ahead, plucking something off the wall and showing him a little box of the nipple clamps that caught his eye. They already had a pair at home that Giyuu loved, but they were the standard ones with the rubber ends, and while they did wonders to Giyuu when he had them on, they were starting to lose the… pain aspect he sought out.

These ones didn’t look like any joke- they were clover clamps, so the force was a lot higher and more concentrated- even if Giyuu didn’t have a toy inside of him right now, he’d probably get wet just thinking about it. He nodded eagerly and Sanemi tossed them in the basket with a wicked grin, clearly already thinking about testing out everything they’ll buy as soon as they get home. 

They saw what else there was to see in “The Dungeon” before going back to the main part of the store, Giyuu eyeballing the vibrator section and beginning to make his way over to them. Sanemi walked just a couple paces behind, pausing with Giyuu when a different worker approached them while they were gazing around the multiple displays of different vibrating and sucking toys. 

“Hi! Do you two need help finding anything today?” they asked cheerfully, giving Giyuu a warm smile that he couldn’t help but mirror as he shook his head. 

“No. I think we’re-” 

Suddenly, the toy turned on, sending intense vibrations directly to Giyuu’s g-spot and sucking on his clit at the same time, making the blue eyed man suddenly clamp his mouth shut and his full body tense. It happened so suddenly his body had no time to prepare itself, every vibration sending violent shudders quaking through Giyuu’s body with so much force he nearly whined right then and there. 

He nearly bit his lip off trying to be quiet, Sanemi stepping forward and putting a hand on his husband’s shoulder without missing a beat, calm and smiling just a little too wide. “We’re good over here. Thank you,” 

So that sneaky bastard did steal the remote from him. 

“Just let me know if you need anything!” the employee replied, luckily not seeming to notice something was off as they walked away again. 

As soon as they were out of earshot, Giyuu let a quiet, shuddering breath out and glared at Sanemi, who only smiled at him with that practiced innocence he always had when he knew he was pissing Giyuu off. “What? Something wrong, love?” 

“I’m going to make you pay for that,” Giyuu muttered darkly, voice tight from the control he was showing for not moaning out every time the dildo end massaged right into his g-spot. Faintly, his legs were already starting to tremble a little, his thighs pressing together subtly as if to try to limit the almost overwhelming pleasure he was helpless to. 

“Go ahead and try,” Sanemi whispered back, the sly smirk on his face remaining as he innocently reached for Giyuu’s hand and began walking again. “Come on, baby, let’s finish our shopping,” 

It was much harder to walk normally and pretend to focus with the toy buzzing so deliciously on his cunt, Giyuu squeezing Sanemi’s hand whenever he took a step a certain way that pressed the dildo end even harder into where he was more sensitive. He could already feel his wetness soaking the crotch of his thong, his clit pulsing against the suction of the toy as they leisurely walked through the rest of the vibrator section. 

Sanemi had to be asking him so many questions on purpose, pausing in front of almost every toy out on display and asking “You like that one?” or “That one looks nice, doesn’t it?” or “Bet that would feel good, wouldn’t it?” 

He waited for Giyuu to respond each time, barely hiding his ill-intent behind a patient look as he watched Giyuu struggle to form the right words and stutter through his short, clipped replies. 

Giyuu had gotten sick of it by then, eventually walking away with a strange tilt to his hips- a feeble attempt at getting comfortable with the toy inside of him- as he strolled to a different display within the store. He didn’t wait for Sanemi to catch up, splitting their ways without another word, but he could feel Sanemi’s lingering eyes even as he walked away into the section where all the shelves of plugs and other toys were.

Every other step he took, it was like there was fire on the heels of his feet, stumbling with each wave of vibrations that coursed through him. He hid for a moment behind stocked shelves, where no other person or camera could see him, letting himself falter for just a moment.

He covered his mouth with his hand, a fat bead of sweat rolling down his face with the tremble of his jaw as it clenched. He only let a broken off gasp escape, his thighs rubbed together as the wicked curve of the toy pressed insistently into his sweet spot, making him grit his teeth in irritation.

“Sanemi… fuck,”

He whispered his name sharply, both in frustration and in pleasure, stifling the stream of noises that threatened to follow with just that one gasp he allowed to pass. He was trying so hard to be quiet, just barely passing, each noise bubbling in his chest and almost boiling over. He can feel the vibrations fluctuating between modes while Sanemi was controlling the toy from across the store, each sneaky press of the remote felt deep inside of him.

Giyuu tried to distract himself from the sensations by looking at the impressive wall of plugs he stood in front of, pretending to be contemplating the different sizes while in reality he was trying not to start grinding on nothing in the middle of the store like a freak. He held his breath to keep himself deathly quiet, wound up so tight that he prayed he didn't look weird to employees or any of the customers walking around. God, at the time, putting a vibrator in himself and teasing Sanemi about seemed like a fantastic idea, but Giyuu forgot how unforgiving and relentless his husband could be. 

He'd been so concentrated on pretending to be concentrated that he didn't even notice when Sanemi wandered back over to him again, the basket now even more full with various scented body oils- jasmine and coconut vanilla- and a new charger for their “old reliable” vibrator that had broken earlier that week. There were even a couple new boxes of body wax sticks snuck in there, the two of them having gone through the rest of their stock the last time they decided to decorate their bodies with the melted wax.

Giyuu was only aware of Sanemi's presence when he felt a hand sneak around his waist, making him give a barely audible gasp when that hand settled right over his lower stomach- innocent looking enough from an outside perspective, but Giyuu knew better than to believe any touch from Sanemi right now was. He'd be right, because the next moment, Sanemi subtly pressed his fingertips right into the spot that had Giyuu biting down on his lip again, another intense wave of pleasure flooding over him when he felt how Sanemi's fingers rubbed against the toy inside him, grinding it right into his g-spot.

Giyuu shuddered too loudly, his head throwing itself back as a response to the grind of Sanemi’s fingers into his stomach. His hips bucked forward on instinct, but Sanemi pulled him back into his body, keeping them firmly pressed together like nothing was ever happening at all.

“Are any of these catching your eye?” Sanemi asked with a light, innocent, yet teasing kind of tone, grinding his palm into Giyuu’s stomach in time with his words. Giyuu's glazed eyes found their way back to Sanemi, his jaw wound tight as he tried to control his hitching breathing.

“This one,” Giyuuu breathed, his knees almost buckling when Sanemi gave him a particularly slow grind of his palm. Oh good god, Giyuu wasn’t gonna be able to hold on much longer, and he knew Sanemi could tell by the way he reached for the remote, turning down the toy to a scarcely felt level, almost ceasing all vibrations in total. Giyuu felt his body slump, yet still pulled taut with a lingering sensation.

“Of course,” Sanemi huffed out with a chuckle, separating himself from Giyuu and reaching out for the plug he had gestured to- quite larger than the one they had at home- hanging from a metal rod on the shelf with a little remote sealed in the packaging along with it. “Always the remotes,”

Giyuu rolled his eyes and fought off a pout, taking a shaky step away from Sanemi and feeling his heart skip a beat when Sanemi added it to the basket with all the other items. However, when he glanced over, something colored hot pink and silicone textured caught his attention from the bottom of the basket.

“Hm... what’s that?” Giyuu reached for it, his hand breaching through everything else in the basket to grab it and picking up a… very well endowed dildo that felt heavy in his hand. The end of the toy had an attachment that would allow it to be connected to their strap at home, the tip of it bulging slightly in comparison to the rest of it and thick veins running down the side to add to the pleasurable texture. Sanemi had no shame making eye contact with him, the question sparkling behind his eyes asking Giyuu what his opinion was without really saying it.

“Why hot pink?” Giyuu sighed with a bit of humor, setting it back down in the basket and making sure it didn’t break the body wax sticks with its weight.

“What? Don’t like it?” Sanemi picked it back up, bringing it right up to Giyuu’s face, and tauntingly swung the packaging from side to side. Giyuu shook his head with a tiny, thin laugh, leaning back a bit to avoid getting accidentally smacked in the face with it. 

“Was there any other color?” 

“We have pink ones at home. Why is it suddenly a problem now?” Sanemi asked, a wolfish grin on his face as he rested a hand on his hip, the other carrying the basket that was now straining with the weight of the dildo.

“It’s gonna be too obnoxious when I use it on you. I won’t be able to take it seriously,” Giyuu huffed, his tone a bit bratty as he crossed his arms over his chest, but his resolve only lasted a few seconds until Sanemi discreetly held up the remote in front of him, his thumb hovering over the “+” button at the top- a warning. 

Giyuu just rolled his eyes again and in retaliation, Sanemi made good on his warning and pressed down on it, keeping his thumb flattened over the button until the toy inside of Giyuu reached its full power. Giyuu was so thankful the music playing was rather loud, or else the sound of the vibrator- or a breathless gasp he barely failed to cover up- would be heard by everyone in the store. Giyuu lurched forward, almost falling to his knees when it reached its highest intensity, the tip of the dildo end vibrating violently against his sweet spot and the clit stimulator end sucking and vibrating all over his aching clit so hard that he thought he was going to lose it.

“Who said it was for me?” Sanemi said more sternly this time, slipping the remote into his pocket and helping Giyuu stand properly with a shit-eating grin on his face. That asshole- now, Giyuu will make sure it was for Sanemi as soon as he gets his head back on straight.

“Come on, let’s check out,” Sanemi announced, the assertiveness in his voice not leaving Giyuu any room for protest and aiding him in the walk to the front to check out.

The interaction between them and the cashier was short and sweet, both a reminder of how much Giyuu loved coming here and the risk they were in, being so close to other people while Giyuu was being shoved closer and closer to an impending orgasm. He clung onto Sanemi tightly as his husband did most of the talking, asking the cashier how their day had been and definitely trying to prolong the interaction as long as he could because he’s a sadistic bastard that loved to watch Giyuu stumble. The blue eyed man tried his best to appear normal, thankful that the cashier couldn’t see past their waists because of the counter and couldn’t see the way his thighs were all but quivering the longer the toy stimulated him without a break, Giyuu trying to stand completely still and zoning out to focus.

Sanemi only had to let go when he pulled out his card, swiping it without hesitation and continuing to chat like the employee like it was a normal, leisurely day and his husband wasn’t starting to sweat beside him with a trembling bottom lip. Their items were bagged by the cashier and handed to them with a smile and a “See you again soon!” and finally, they were on their way out of the store.

Sanemi spared Giyuu a knowing glance as they exited the building, something smug glinting behind his eyes as he scanned the other man up and down. He could definitely tell Giyuu was reaching his peak- the relentless stimulation of the toy at full power for that long wasn’t something anyone could survive with composure- especially in public when every wave, every sensation felt was elevated by the sheer risk of having it anywhere but the bedroom. He was waiting for that composure to break.

So, Sanemi after tossed the bag of their goodies into the car, he walked back over to Giyuu and leaned in, whispering quietly to him.

“Ya’ close?”

Giyuu shook his head again with an iron resolve, although, the tremble of his legs and the way his eyes were unfocused made Sanemi highly doubt him. Still, he decided to humor him a bit, if only to be able to tease him more. 

“Right. Because that vibrator inside of you at full power isn’t doing anything,” Sanemi scoffed to himself sarcastically, his tone holding zero bite knowing that Giyuu would be listening no matter how zoned out he was. As if to make Giyuu prove his claim, he reached for the remote again, about to turn it down and show Giyuu even the littlest of “mercy”, but then a shaky hand wrapped around his wrist before he could act on it- pleading, glistening, helpless eyes staring right into his own.

“Yes, fuck- yes, I’m close,” Giyuu bit out, his quivering voice hushed and his face soaked in redness, the kind you’d see on a cherry. His thighs trembled and his hand suddenly tightened around Sanemi’s wrist, turning on his heels and promptly dragging him back into the building and straight for the men’s bathroom, stumbling over his feet a little bit. Sanemi laughed under his breath, keeping up with Giyuu easily as his husband ripped open the door and all but pushed them into one of the bigger stalls, slamming the stall door behind them.

There was, thankfully, nobody else in the bathroom with them. It was silent except for the lasting echo of the door slamming and they could only hope the sound wasn’t heard from outside.

With only a few shared looks, Giyuu was slipping off his shorts in record time, his hands shaking while trying to undo the tie keeping them up and hanging them on the small hook attached to the door. The sound of the toy got louder with each piece of clothing removed, nothing there to muffle its persistent hum once Giyuu’s soaked cotton panties were removed as well.

But instead of also hanging them on the hook with his shorts, Giyuu was feeling spiteful for what his husband put him through, so he reached for Sanemi’s face and stuck two fingers in his mouth, pulling down to force his jaw open as he blinked at him in surprise. Then, Giyuu promptly shoved the crumbled ball of his ruined underwear into his mouth, still shaking from the build up of pleasure the vibrator was causing but sending Sanemi an extremely smug smile when he watched his eyes widen at the action. 

However, Sanemi wasn’t one to back down from a competition, so after his initial shock, he sent back the same look of triumph to Giyuu and brought his hands up to pull the thong out of his mouth, moving slowly so Giyuu had to stew in his anticipation. Now holding them, his freak of a husband smiled as he brought them back to his lips and licked a long stripe directly up the crotch of them, lapping up the wetness that soaked into the material and keeping eye contact with Giyuu the entire time he was cleaning up the mess he had made.

With every suck and lick Sanemi made to the soaked thong, his burning gaze only got more intense, searing holes straight through Giyuu as he tried not to lose himself in the vibrations buzzing at his cunt. The blue eyed man was nearly drowning in it as he watched Sanemi take his sweet time making a mess of his underwear, pulling off the material with one last suck before smiling and hanging them on the hook with his shorts. 

“You taste so sweet for me,” he taunted, slowly bringing a hand down in between Giyuu’s shaking legs to lightly press the sucker part of the toy harder into his clit. Sanemi’s evil grin only widened when Giyuu’s hands shot up to his mouth to muffle his noises, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving in effort. “Even though I’m being so mean to you…”

Sanemi nudged Giyuu’s inner thighs to get him to spread his legs a bit more, his hand travelling even farther back to play with the part inside of him, wiggling in one finger next to it just so Giyuu could feel a little more of a stretch. He watched the way his husband fought back a gasp for a moment before pulling it out and holding it up to see how wet he was. 

Giyuu could see his slick coating Sanemi’s entire finger, already dribbling down the side of it slowly before Sanemi ran his tongue over the digit to lick it all up. “You’re already soaked, you little slut. Do you like the idea of me toying with you that much?” 

His words were fond, but condescending in a way that made heat flare through the vibrations, Giyuu’s knees starting to tremble in his building desperation. Luckily, Sanemi wasn’t done, shooting Giyuu a more serious look as he hand drifted back to the vibrator sitting snug against his pussy like there was a magnetic pull forcing them together. 

“Are you going to be nice and quiet while I play with you like this?” 

Giyuu nodded eagerly, eyes already glazed over and so needy that he was sure he looked lost in the feeling, watching Sanemi put his foot on the edge of the toilet seat to have his leg up and bent. Then, he directed Giyuu to raise his leg, large hands guiding it until Giyuu’s leg was laying over his own and suspended in the air. 

And he was thankful he was already partially leaning on the wall behind him, because with only one leg holding him and the vibrations continuing to target his g-spot and clit simultaneously, Giyuu wasn’t sure if he’d be able to support himself alone. 

His hands returned to his mouth the second he felt Sanemi’s hand back on his cunt, inhaling sharply through his nose as his husband groaned quietly, bending down for a moment to try to get a better look at the mess between Giyuu’s thighs. 

“Fuck, baby… you’re dripping just from this?” 

Giyuu felt his fingers swipe through the wetness that made it past the toy filling him up, his hips involuntarily jutting forward into his hand and making Sanemi lightly smack Giyuu’s leg with his other hand holding the remote. “You don’t get to move, understand? Stay still,” 

The sternness in his low, gravelly voice was irrefutable, cementing Giyuu in place even though everything in him told him to move. Especially when Sanemi’s hand searched some more until it got a good hold on the middle of the toy, slowly beginning to pull the dildo end out until only the vibrating tip remained inside. 

“Oh-” Giyuu gasped, throwing his head back into the wall behind him and grabbing a hold of his husband in front of him to keep him standing upright. Without warning, Sanemi then plunged it all the way back in, the dramatic curve of the toy, sliding against Giyuu’s g-spot so deliciously that he couldn’t stop the small, breathless moan that bubbled up from his throat. 

“Shhh,” Sanemi mumbled, removing one of the dark haired man’s hands from the death grip he had on his forearm and back to covering his mouth. “Be good, okay? If you can’t be quiet, you won’t cum here,” 

Giyuu wanted to whine in frustration, but that’d do the opposite of what he needed, so he pressed his lips together tightly and frowned at the other man as he tried to get a hold of all the sensations he was feeling. Sanemi took that as an acknowledgement and started drawing the toy out again, going painfully slow so Giyuu would feel every pulsing vibration that he was forced to gulp down in inaudible gasps as Sanemi started gently thrusting it in and out. 

It took effort to stay quiet, the only sound in the bathroom was the faint buzzing of the vibrator and the wet, squelching sound of Giyuu’s pussy every time Sanemi pressed the toy back in all the way to his sweet spot. His husband gave him no grace, his leisurely pumps becoming rougher and sloppy- much like how he fucked him- and relentlessly playing with the settings on the remote with his other hand, going from fast to slow and turning the sucking feature up all the way so that Giyuu’s clit would get sucked into it each time he pushed it in. 

In only a minute, the blue eyed man felt like he was teetering on a mind-blowing orgasm, already feeling his wetness drip down the leg he was standing on as he began to tremble with the build up of pleasure. One of the times Sanemi thrusted the toy in, it massaged the perfect spot inside of him, making a tiny, debauched sound slip from Giyuu’s tightly locked lips that he immediately covered up with by pressing his hands harder over his mouth. 

“You don’t want all those people out there to hear you, don’t you?” Sanemi whispered with an absolutely feral grin on his face, not slowing down to give his husband time to recuperate at all. “They’d know exactly what’s going on in here. Or, do you want that? Do you want all those people to know how big of a slut you are? Are you getting off on the idea of putting on a show for them?”

He wasn’t looking for a response, just the way Giyuu’s face continued to flush an even darker and darker shade of red the more he spoke. One the next thrust, Sanemi cupped his entire hand over the vibrator and Giyuu’s cunt, holding it firmly against him as Giyuu shook and squirmed the best he could without completely falling over. 

“You better keep quiet. Those noises are only for me, baby. I don’t share,”

It was so much- everything was so exposed and the vibrations felt so good it was nearly impossible to be quiet. But Giyuu gulped back each blissful moan that threatened to ring out, his eyes beginning to water with effort as Sanemi continued to fuck the toy in and out at a brutal pace, bullying very little spot that made Giyuu wind up tighter and tighter. The wet, sloppy sound of his pussy was only making him feel more hot, hearing the result of what Sanemi does to him and the squelch of the vibrator making a home inside. 

Giyuu couldn’t help it- he’d be strung along for too long, dealing with so much direct stimulation that he couldn’t fight the growing tingling in his lower belly anymore. Sanemi noticed it instantly, feeling the way he tightened up and gripped onto the dildo end he was thrusting into him and watching the hand over his mouth press harder against it. With his other hand, he clawed at Sanemi’s upper arm frantically, trying to signal him that he was close and trying to give quiet, shaking whispers muffled through his hand. 

“Please… please…” 

He wanted to cum so bad- needed to. And it scared him, because Giyuu genuinely couldn’t tell whether Sanemi was going to let him or not. He was right there, skating the edge and feeling his body wind up and up and up each time Sanemi pushed the toy against his sweet spot. Just one more thrust and he’d fall over- he was right there- just one more-

Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door swung open, footsteps following and immediately, Giyuu froze mid breathless whine in a mortified silence. Surprised, Sanemi fumbled for the remote and turned it off before any of the buzzing was picked up, which only made Giyuu want to bang his head against the wall in agony as he felt that delicious feeling slip from his grasp. 

But he didn’t have much time to dwell and pout about it, because the next moment, Sanemi was scooping him up and into his arms, directing Giyuu to wrap his legs around his waist and stay quiet while he held him up. It was so that the newcomer didn’t see two pairs of shoes underneath the stall, and while Giyuu silently applauded his husband’s quick thinking, he also cursed him for denying him of an orgasm he was so close to. 

Giyuu silently sobbed in frustration as they waited for the other guy to finish up his business and leave, Sanemi staring at Giyuu the entire time with a wicked grin on his flushed face like he wasn’t expecting this turn of events, but wasn’t complaining about it, either. 

That sadist. 

It felt like they stayed like that for eternity, Giyuu holding his breath as he clung onto the other man who had one hand under his ass and the other around his waist to keep him close. However, the longer they had to wait, the more impatient even Sanemi seemed to get, and eventually, Giyuu could feel the hand around his waist drift down into the warmth pulsing between his legs. 

Panicking a little, Giyuu smacked Sanemi in the side of the arm to try to get him to stop, shaking his head frantically and teeth digging into his bottom lip. There’s no way he'd be able to keep quiet if Sanemi started touching him again- maybe his noises were drowned out by the thick door separating the bathroom from the rest of the store, but not for the other guy in the stall right next to them. 

Giyuu knew Sanemi was aware of his horrible restraint, too, but that evil bastard still just smiled at him and pursed his lips in a shushing motion. So, when Giyuu felt Sanemi push the paused vibrator to the side to rub at his clit with his own fingers, the blue eyed man bit down on his shoulder in retaliation, feeling smug when he heard Sanemi have to fight down a hiss of sweet pain. However, Giyuu’s smugness didn’t stay when the scarred man started swirling the pads of his index and middle finger around the wetness gathered by his clit, and his bite turned into a way to keep himself quiet as he tried to keep his moans buried past his throat. 

It was blissful agony, his swollen clit so sensitive from the constant vibrations that every touch made him feel closer to losing his mind. Giyuu could feel himself clenching around the toy inside of him which each swipe of Sanemi’s fingers clumsily rubbing over him, and god- he wanted to be fucked- needed Sanemi to take the stupid vibrator out of him and fuck him himself. Needed to feel the heat of his cock, the stretch it gave him, the drag pushing in and out. 

But most importantly, Giyuu needed this other guy to leave so he could cum, internally cursing at his existence the longer it took. 

He didn’t let go of Sanemi’s shoulder the entire time his husband played with him, threatening to bite down harder when he focused directly on his overwhelmed clit but only ending up encouraging Sanemi more. As much as a sadist Sanemi was, he was a masochist, too, and he seemed to be having even more fun with Giyuu trying to sink his teeth into him. 

Suddenly, Sanemi pressed his two fingers right onto his clit and grinded them harshly- a move he knew always made Giyuu’s eyes roll back- and Giyuu couldn’t stop the tiny, muffled moan from escaping this time. Luckily, Sanemi pretended to clear his throat at the same time, covering up the weak sound and casting a wicked smirk towards his trembling husband. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, the other man got up and finished his business, the sound of the toilet flushing and the tall door opening. Even Sanemi paused his stroking ministrations as they listened to the guy wash his hands in the sink and then leave, neither of them moving or speaking for three long seconds even after the door shut. 

After they deemed the coast was clear, Giyuu pulled himself away from Sanemi’s shoulder and stared down at the ring of spit now soaking through the material, wiggling his hips back and forth to entice Sanemi to touch him again. However, his husband just gave him a breathless sigh and set him down, making sure both of his feet were steady before letting go of him and grabbing his shorts and soaked underwear from the hook. 

“Come on, let’s finish this at home,” 

What? Go home? Now? Giyuu had put up with all his teasing and evil games just to have to wait longer to cum? He was nearly beside himself. 

“No, please, just- It’ll take one minute, please- I’ll be quick,” he pleaded in a whisper, desperation flooding his eyes as he tried to grab for Sanemi’s hand again. “Please, baby, I need it,” 

“Oh, I know you do. And you’re gonna get it- at home,” Sanemi said, the smile on his face telling him just how much he liked to edge him as he crouched down and held both sides of the thong out for Giyuu to step back into. 

Giyuu frowned as he stepped through the leg holes and let Sanemi pull them up, cringing at how cold and wet the fabric was now from the show his husband put on earlier. But really, most of the wetness was his own fluids, so he felt a little embarrassed at how drenched they felt even with the vibrator in the way. 

He glared at Sanemi the entire time he put his shorts back on too, the other man making sure the bulge in his pants went down enough to not be obvious while he washed his slick-soaked hands in the sink. Then, the two of them left the bathroom, Giyuu hoping they didn’t look suspicious as they left the store again and walked back to their car. 

Again, Giyuu had to sit carefully because of the toy inside him, holding out his hand expectantly as Sanemi climbed in the driver’s side and doing a little “give me” motion, his pout still deep. “Give me the remote,” 

Sanemi seemed to be considering it for a moment before he just smirked again with that familiar challenge in his eye, turning the key in the ignition and beginning to back out of the parking spot instead. 

“No,” 

It was the same tone Giyuu had used when he told him no earlier, only making the blue eyed man fume more as he wiggled his hips discontently. When he was sitting like this, the toy hit his sweet spot so perfectly that it made Giyuu even more desperate for the stimulation, not satisfied with the weak little rolls of his hips as he squirms in his seat with a frown. 

He wasn’t about to let Sanemi walk away from this with a complete win. His husband had been antagonizing him all afternoon- and Giyuu was anything but a loser when it came to these games. 

So, he sank lower in his seat so he couldn’t be seen through the window and unbuttoned the top of his shorts again, spreading his legs as far as the passenger side would let him and shoving his hand down his pants. “Fine, then,” 

Out of the corner of his eye, Sanemi watched Giyuu’s hand fiddle with himself under the cover of his shorts while he drove, scoffing a little when Giyuu seemed to have found what he was looking for with a little gasp. 

“Can you seriously not wait until we get home?” 

“No,” Giyuu snapped, pushing his underwear to the side and grabbing a hold of the toy, beginning to pull the dildo end out of him again as far as his shorts would let him. Then, he pushed it back in all in one smooth motion- just like how Sanemi liked to play with him- repeating the motion over and over again until he was moaning in the passenger seat with his eyes rolled back. 

And maybe Giyuu was being a little louder than was necessary, but it was only fair since Sanemi couldn’t take his hands off the wheel to touch him himself. So, Giyuu let his sounds roll off of tongue freely, making a show of arching against the seat and letting his eyelashes flutter with every thrust of his hand- doing everything he could to provoke Sanemi after what he put him through. The shlick shlick sound of his pussy only added to his erotic performance, and Giyuu can tell he was winning by just how hard Sanemi was gripping the steering wheel. 

Sanemi drove a little faster than normal for the sake of getting home quickly, encouraged by the sounds Giyuu was making next to him and readjusting in his seat a couple of times to try to dispel some of the tension making a tent in his pants. Being as impatient as he was, Giyuu even threw in a little “You better get me home before I make myself cum” that had Sanemi cursing under his breath, taking a turn a little sharper than usual as they swung back into their neighborhood. 

And as much as Giyuu loved provoking his husband, he knew better than to actually make himself cum before Sanemi could get his hands on him- he didn’t like it, anyways, always cumming better when the other man did it. But that didn’t mean Giyuu didn’t pretend like he was so close when they parked in front of their house, Sanemi grabbing his wrist and forcing his hand out of his pants the moment the car was in park. 

“Inside. Now,” he ordered, the weight of his voice making Giyuu shiver with anticipation. The two of them scrambled out of the car and all but raced inside, Sanemi pausing only for a moment to grab the bag of their findings and bring it inside with them as Giyuu fumbled with the key to open the door.

The second their shoes were off by the door, Sanemi was snatching Giyuu by the waist and throwing him over his shoulder, having a one-track mind as he took them to their bedroom, tossed their shopping bag on the ground, and all but threw him onto their bed. Giyuu landed on his back and bounced on the mattress with a startled gasp, fingers reaching to pull off his shirt but before he could, Sanemi was yanking him closer to where he was standing at the edge of the bed by his legs and taking off his shorts.

He worked carelessly to get them off, dipping his fingers into the waistband of both the shorts on his underwear and pulling them down Giyuu’s long legs together, a hungry haze clouded over his eyes that only seemed to excite the blue eyed man more. Once his lower half was stripped bare, Sanemi pushed on both of his knees to make him spread his legs as wide as they could go, Giyuu scrambling to get a hold of the bedsheets around him when he felt his husband grab the toy inside him. 

With one long drag, Sanemi took the vibrator completely out, holding up the curved toy to dim lit room to see how Giyuu’s slick glistened along the silicone, droplets of his leftover excitement slowly trailing down the sides like molasses. Not missing a beat, Giyuu watched Sanemi bring the toy to his lips and give it a slow, sensual lick, lapping up all the wetness and sucking on the silicone until all of Giyuu’s mess had been cleaned up. 

The dark haired man could only groan as he watched his little show, one of his hands drifting in between his legs to play with his sensitive clit as he enjoyed the performance of Sanemi sucking on the toy like he was sucking dick, looking like every taste of Giyuu was a blessing to his tongue. 

But once he was done, Sanemi discarded the vibrator somewhere else on their bed and brought his attention to where Giyuu was weeping, shooing his hand away from his clit and manhandling him farther onto the bed to make room for himself. Giyuu didn’t dare try to be a brat now- not when Sanemi was already getting into a prone position and was lowering his head in between his legs. 

He didn’t waste a single moment, immediately connecting his lips to Giyuu’s pussy and beginning to lick around his soaked outer folds, determined to clean up all evidence of their previous activities and tasting his sweetness right from the source. By muscle memory, Giyuu’s hand shot back up to his mouth as he let out of shuddering moan, thighs immediately trying to clamp around Sanemi’s head and hold him there, but the scarred man only wrapped his arms under Giyuu’s knees and gripped his thighs to hold them nice and open for him. 

Giyuu knew his husband had an insane oral fixation- always chewing gum or playing with straws- so when it came to eating pussy, there was absolutely nothing that could hold Sanemi back. It didn’t matter how long he’d been going at it or when was the last time he came up for a breath- once Sanemi had his mouth on him, there was very little to be done to distract him from his mission to completely ruin Giyuu on his tongue. 

And he was already showing that mission outstanding dedication, closing his lips around Giyuu’s entire cunt and letting his tongue go wild, sloppy and messy in the way he knew drove Giyuu crazy. That it did, the blue eyed man moaning against his hand and writhing against the bed, unable to move his lower body from the hold Sanemi had on him.

“Sanemi…! Oh, f-fuck- Sanemi!”

His cries were muffled from the hand he was already starting to drool on, and apparently Sanemi didn’t like that because the next moment Giyuu could feel him growl against him, only pulling away long enough to shoot a warning look up at him. Already, the lower half of Sanemi’s face glistened in Giyuu’s wetness, the tip of his nose shining and licking his lips clean as they locked eyes, his grip on Giyuu’s thighs tightening. 

“Hand off your mouth. You know the rules,” 

Giyuu was so desperate for more that he obeyed instantly, instead fisting his hands into the sheets by his sides and trying to brace himself for when Sanemi went right back into it. He let his sounds out freely with every hungry lap of Sanemi’s tongue swirling around his swollen clit- Sanemi never liked when Giyuu tried to keep his noises to himself when they were in their own home, ever one to get more egged on when Giyuu was screaming how good he felt instead of trying to keep it all in. 

Very quickly, Sanemi brought his attention more south, flattening his tongue to drag over Giyuu’s hole in broad strokes and teasing him with the different amounts of pressure each time he passed over where he was aching. And when he finally straightened his tongue into a point and traced it around his entrance tauntingly, Giyuu’s hands immediately shot into his hair with a gasp, tugging at his white locks and trying to entice him in with little wiggles of his hips. 

Sanemi didn’t keep Giyuu waiting too long, giving in and pushing his tongue straight inside, darting it in and out to feel his pulsing warmth. Giyuu gasped blissfully each time, pushing and pulling on Sanemi’s hair to get him to fuck him on his tongue the way he liked best, pulling pretty little groans out of his husband from the pain tingling along his scalp that Giyuu knew he loved. 

It felt too good- it didn’t matter if Sanemi practically begged to eat him out at least once almost every single day, the feeling never got old, never made Giyuu cum any less hard from times before. His legs shook from the pleasure blooming in between them, his moans filling the room louder and louder each time Sanemi’s nose grinded into his clit from how deep he was trying to fuck him on his tongue. 

Giyuu absolutely loved his nose. 

He was no longer afraid to use it to his pleasure after the time he’d been riding Sanemi’s face and ended up squirting all over him because his nose bumped into his clit right as he came. Giyuu had apologized profusely as he tried to get off of his face with trembling legs, but when Sanemi came out from under him, he had one of the most blissed out, turned on expressions Giyuu had ever seen, looking like he was in a daze as he said he wanted to make him cum like that again. 

Ever since, Sanemi seemed to have figured out how to use all of his face to get Giyuu off. 

And he sure used it, moving his head in between his legs wildly and smacking his lips together like Giyuu was his last meal, his tongue darting out just to lick a sloppy trail up to Giyuu’s clit before going back to fucking into his leaking hole. Everything Sanemi did, he did with the knowledge and experience how to ruin Giyuu as fast as possible, looking up at him with starved eyes when he moved up again to suckle on his clit with hard enough sucks to make Giyuu almost want to scream.

But it wasn’t just the sensation driving him crazy, but the noises Sanemi was making, too. He was moaning into his pussy like he was getting off just from eating him out, the low vibrations of his sounds only causing Giyuu’s head to spin each time he pulled at the white hair in his hands. Sanemi never cared how much he pushed and pulled- he encouraged it, in fact, letting his husband push his head down into his cunt for as long as and hard as he wanted, Giyuu all but grinding his face into him as he generously licked it all up without pause. 

It didn’t take long for Sanemi’s hips to start moving too, giving short, lazy grinds into the bed to relieve some of the tension below his belt as he feasted on the delicious meal in front of him, hips moving just as sloppy and filthy as his tongue. The sight only wound Giyuu up tighter, blinking the stars out of his vision to watch his husband hump the bed like a dog- seemingly subconsciously given how focused on his pussy he was. 

He looked too fucking good like this- head smashed in between Giyuu’s legs while strong arms holding them open, dragging his clothed erection against the bed and moaning hot breaths over the cunt in front of him. Giyuu could look at this sight forever, his hands clenching in Sanemi’s hair when he focused all of his attention onto his clit again. 

It was almost too overwhelming, feeling Sanemi’s hot breath hit where he was most sensitive before his lips locked around the bud again, rolling it around with his tongue and flicking it until Giyuu thought his brain was melting through his ears. He could already feel the fire in his lower belly heating up, having been played with for so long that it grew quicker than normal, begging to burn instead of being extinguished again. 

His little show in the car must’ve done more than he thought, because with only a couple more swipes of Sanemi’s tongue, Giyuu could tell he was definitely going to cum. He had no control of how fast he approached his peak, moans beginning to sound shorter and more clipped the tighter and tighter he was wound up and body tensing in preparation of the wave of pleasure building inside him. The hands clutching Sanemi’s hair almost painfully was more than enough to alert him of his impending orgasm, Giyuu feeling his husband’s arms lock around his shaking legs to hold them open as he picked up the pace.

He really was like a dog, shaking his head from side to side with his tongue sticking out wildly, not even seeming to be breathing as he pulled out all his tricks he’s learned over the years of eating Giyuu out. 

“Sanemi… yessss yes please, Sanemi- make me cum…!” he moaned, desperation coating his eyes as he tried pushing and pulling Sanemi’s head every which way to make him hit all the right spots. But Sanemi did things his own way, giving his swollen clit one last hard suck before suddenly lurching forward and biting it- a nibble just hard enough to send a series of euphoric shockwaves crashing through Giyuu’s body. 

He convulsed instantly and came right there, eyes rolling back and back arching off the bed as he let the tide of his orgasm carrying him away. Giyuu couldn't even register the whines and pleas coming out of his mouth as Sanemi continued to lick him, trying to ease him through it with each broad stroke of his tongue and lowering himself to his hole again to clean up the new mess he’s made diligently. 

It was just a hair too overstimulating for Giyuu, but he knew better than to try to pull Sanemi away before he was done. So, he let him clean him up, watching the other man grind slow and languidly on the bed as he lapped up the rest of his wetness, then trailing upwards once more to give a tiny, almost innocent kiss right onto his clit before moving away. Giyuu’s legs spasmed in his hold at the feeling, watching in a blissful haze as his husband licked his lips clean and took off his shirt to wipe the rest of the glistening slick on his face off. 

Sanemi didn’t wait long after that, hands flying down to unbuckle the belt of his pants that strained from the tent he was sporting, fingers working fast to get rid of the buckle and unzip his pants. Giyuu tried to recover quickly from his orgasm as he watched Sanemi kick his pants off leg by leg before pulling down his boxers as well to reveal his painfully hard cock. 

The blue eyed man started salivating on instinct when he saw how heavy it looked, mind dizzying with thoughts of how it was going to feel inside of him while Sanemi gave himself a couple of strokes to release some of the tension with a small groan. When he noticed Giyuu staring with a slightly ajar mouth, Sanemi’s smirk grew and he stepped towards the bed again and gestured for Giyuu to get rid of the rest of his clothes as well, the hunger behind his lavender eyes intensifying. 

“That’s right, baby. I’m not done with you yet,” 

Giyuu did as told, shivering as he pulled up his shirt and tossed it over to the pile of other clothes now on the floor, baring the two horizontal scars on his chest to the room and joining Sanemi in his nakedness. He was still reeling from his orgasm, but his husband didn’t seem to mind, simply pulling Giyuu back towards him by his legs again and turning him over onto his stomach with ease. 

“You know what I want, love. Put that pretty ass in the air for me,” 

He wanted to take a moment to gather himself, but he figured Sanemi wanted the opposite, always one to crave the sounds Giyuu made when he was overstimulated and at his limit. With the stunts he pulled today, there was no way Giyuu was getting off with a light sentence, but that only seemed to excite him more as he scrambled to get his knees under himself. 

He hoisted himself onto his hands and knees only for Sanemi to readjust him himself, putting a flat hand in between Giyuu’s shoulder blades and pushing him down until his chest was against the bed- face down, ass up. It was a humiliating position to be in, one Giyuu found himself in a lot, with how much he loved to be difficult for Sanemi. It left no room for him to act out, making Giyuu shudder when felt Sanemi’s hand lightly drift from the middle of his back down to the swell of his ass. 

He expected to feel that hand come smacking down on it- even braced for it, but that hand only went in between his legs, tapping both of his inner thighs to get him to spread them more. Behind him, the husky thrum of Sanemi’s voice guided him, low and calm, yet with an authoritative tone that made Giyuu throb.

“You know what to do. Be good, Giyuu. Don’t make me get the spreader bar,” 

And oh- that sounded like a wonderful idea, a promise that made Giyuu vibrate in anticipation for as he gasped when he felt Sanemi’s hand dip in between his wetting folds again. But with it came a deep need to please- a need for Giyuu to want to be good for his husband, to want him to praise him and reward him for doing what he says. 

So, Giyuu let his weight sink into his chest a bit more, spreading his legs wider for Sanemi to fit in between them and trying not to tremble in excitement when he could hear Sanemi slicking up his cock with Giyuu’s own wetness. 

“Beg for it,” he ordered as he finally pressed the tip of his cock against Giyuu’s weeping entrance, smearing around his fluids in a taunting manner. And dammit, Giyuu was too desperate, too strung out and impatient for his dick to try to be a brat anymore, so he buried his face into the mattress and gave in. 

“Please… I want you…” 

This time, Sanemi really did smack his ass, his hand cracking along his cheek and making Giyuu jolt in surprise from the sting. “Wrong. Speak up,” 

His tone left no room for argument, an irrefutable command that Giyuu had no choice but to submit to. He raised his head a bit more and clenched his jaw in impatience. 

“Please, Sanemi… I want you to fuck me. Need your cock so bad…”

Suddenly, Giyuu felt Sanemi sink in- not a harsh thrust, but not a careful one, either- pressing all the way in at a pace that was meant to savor every inch. He gasped breathily at the fullness that flooded over him, a weak, choked moan punching from his lungs when Sanemi settled all the way in, completely bottomed out. 

“That’s better,” Sanemi replied with a sigh, a small groan on the tip of his tongue from the warmth that welcomed him.

He didn’t grace Giyuu with any sort of warning, only pausing to enjoy the tightness of his cunt for a moment before he was pulling out, retreating until just the tip was inside before ramming back in roughly. Fire spread through Giyuu’s lower belly when the head kissed his cervix, sending gasps tumbling from his open lips as he knees bowed inward subconsciously, trying to shy away from such direct stimulation. But Sanemi only wedged an arm in between them and forced Giyuu’s legs open again, smacking both of his thighs for good measure. 

“Legs open. Don’t be difficult, baby,” he hissed, his voice tight with warning and arousal. “You do that again and you’re gonna get the bar, understand?” 

He was already moving again before Giyuu had the time to answer, his frantic nods getting interrupted when he smashed his face into the bed to let out an euphoric cry. It didn’t matter how used to the burn of Sanemi’s cock he was, Giyuu felt like his husband carved out a new home for himself every time they fucked, moulding and reshaping Giyuu on his dick until the blue eyed man couldn’t recognize his own form anymore. 

Deeper- deeper. All the way until he felt him in his stomach, until his eyes started rolling back and he was so utterly full of Sanemi. Giyuu panted and gasped with every punishing thrust, jostled on the bed by how hard Sanemi’s hips slammed into him and already being fucked so thoroughly his mind was drifting off somewhere else. He didn’t need it for this anyways- all Giyuu needed was Sanemi. 

His mind had floated so far away that he wasn’t prepared for the slight angle change Sanemi made, tilting his hips slightly more up the next time he rammed in and dragging his cock along a bundle of nerves inside him that made Giyuu shriek in surprise. The second Sanemi found the spot, he zeroed in on it, grabbing Giyuu’s thighs to hold him still as he targeted it over and over again, getting even more rough with his thrusts. 

There was so much direct stimulation on such a sensitive spot that Giyuu’s entire body spasmed with it, not being able to control how his thighs tried to clamp together to limit the overwhelming sensation. He desperately tried to be good and reopen his legs, but every time Sanemi bullied into that spot, it made his legs try to clench together even tighter, and by the time Giyuu’s mind caught up to his body, it was already too late. 

He heard the smack before he felt it, Sanemi’s hand ricochetting off his ass so hard that it echoed in the room, the pain flooding Giyuu’s senses just a moment later. He cried out from the sting as he felt the heat radiate from where his husband spanked him, and before he knew it, Sanemi was pulling out, feeling him utterly and pitifully empty.

“What did I tell you, Giyuu?” Sanemi growled, his voice carrying farther as he stepped away from the bed. “You’re being bad,” 

“I’m trying- please, Sanemi, I’m- I’m trying…” Giyuu all but sobbed into the bed, moving his ass from side to side in discontent to try to entice his husband back inside. His remorse was real- he’d been trying his best to do as he was told, but when Sanemi fucked him like that… what he was asking for was nearly impossible. 

Sanemi seemed to have understood that, too, but he wasn’t one to go back on his words, Giyuu shuddering when he heard the closet door slide open and Sanemi rustling around trying to find something. “You just can’t help it, can you?” 

His husband’s voice leaked with faux sympathy, becoming clearer when he apparently found what he was looking for and returned to the space behind Giyuu. 

“Well, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got something that will keep those pretty legs nice and open for me,” 

Giyuu didn’t need to look behind him to know what Sanemi placed on the bed in between his legs, the weight of the spreader bar causing the mattress to dip familiarly. A tiny whimper fell from Giyuu’s lips as he listened to the sound of Sanemi unbuckling the cuffs attached to both ends of the bar, metal clinking against metal as he quickly aligned the cuffs with Giyuu’s ankles. One at a time, he wrapped a cuff around an ankle and buckled it securely, not tight enough to cut off any blood circulation, but sturdy enough so Giyuu really couldn’t wiggle out of them. 

Once they were both cuffed and buckled, Giyuu tested the restraints by trying to draw his legs in together again, a small, pathetic sound leaving his mouth when he confirmed that he really couldn’t move them from their wide open position at all. 

“There we go. Problem solved,” Sanemi said, crowding in between his legs again and sliding right back into the soaking wet of Giyuu’s pussy. The lack of warning made Giyuu moan loudly into the sheets, a puddle of drool seeping from his mouth and connecting his bottom lip to the bed as Sanemi restarted his previous pace like he hadn’t been interrupted in the first place. 

It was even more intense than before- now that Giyuu’s legs were held open and he really had nowhere to go. He couldn’t do anything but take what Sanemi gave him head on as he went through the endless cycle of being filled and emptied. His husband knew exactly how to ruin him- exactly where his weak points were just waiting to be chipped and chipped at until Giyuu was a shattered mess on the ground, then would pick up all his pieces again. 

Giyuu strained against the spreader bar each time Sanemi rubbed against his cervix, not even being able to hear the other man’s pleasure over the unfiltered noises he couldn’t stop himself from making, sounding truly like nothing but a whore as he tried to breathe in between Sanemi’s brutal thrusts. 

“You thought you could get away with your little stunt earlier?” Sanemi snarled, punctuating his words with the snaps of his hips over Giyuu’s cries. “Thought you could- walk around with a vibrator in this pretty cunt all smug and tease me- disobey me without getting punished?”

“N-Nuh-ahhhh-!” Giyuu cried, barely able to get his tongue to form the words he needed as he was pounded into relentlessly. But Sanemi kept persisting. 

“Or did you just want my attention? Hmm? Did you want me to get riled up and treat you like the dirty little slut you are? Answer me,” 

Another thrust nearly knocked the wind out of Giyuu, his white turning white from how hard he was gripping the bedsheets and trying to hold on. Even the spreader bar was rattling from the force of each jab. “Yes- yes…!” 

“Yes what?” Sanemi questioned, sounding a bit breathless from his quickening pace as well, hands returning to Giyuu’s hips to knead into the thicker flesh. “Tell me exactly what you wanted me to do to you, Giyuu,” 

Giyuu barely had the mind to think about what he wanted at the time, so drunk on the feeling of Sanemi’s cock ramming in and out that every thought seemed to mend together in a cluster of arousal. “Wanted you t-to fuck me- wanted- wanted you to bend me over like t-this and use m-me…!”

“Yeah? You like being used by me? Want me to use you like my own little fucktoy?” Sanemi snarled behind him, using the leverage he had on Giyuu’s hips to force them back against his thrusts, pushing himself even deeper and letting their bodies come together even more violently. 

“Please- please…” Giyuu gasped, putting real effort into not letting his eyes roll back. 

The drag of Sanemi’s cock in and out of Giyuu and the spreader bar keeping his legs spread wide were already enough to make him pliant against the bed, face smushed into the mattress and drooling all over their bedsheets, but he could feel himself actually go stupid when he felt his husband’s thumb suddenly graze over another sensitive spot- the other little hole sitting right above where he was fucking into Giyuu. The blue eyed man could barely form a needy sound through the violent shiver that wrecked through his body when Sanemi started rubbing circles around it, putting just enough force to have the very tip of his thumb sink in. 

“What? You want something right here, too?” he asked knowingly, his teasing tone so heavy Giyuu could feel his wicked grin from behind him. But Giyuu was a weak, weak man, and the idea of it was not something he could refuse. So, he attempted to lift his ass higher for Sanemi and nodded, the cuffs of the spreader bar clanking loudly as he did and burying his face into the bed in embarrassment from how eager he was.

Behind him, Sanemi only laughed meanly and gave Giyuu’s ass a firm smack. “I should’ve figured- you’ve always been a greedy little slut. Just one hole isn’t enough for you, is it? You need all of them filled, don’t you?” 

As he spoke, he rammed back in, punching right to Giyuu’s cervix with every thrust and making him cry out in pleasure as he tried to scramble for his bearings. It was too delicious of an offer to decline- they’ve done it multiple times before, and each time, Giyuu has absolutely lost his mind from the overwhelming sensation. And he needed it right now, needed to have Sanemi everywhere, working him up to a peak Giyuu could fall from forever. 

“Pluh- Please…” he breathed again, the sheer desperation in his voice making Sanemi get a move on and slowly pull out of his cunt with a quiet groan. Despite knowing he’d be right back, Giyuu let out a displeased whine at the emptiness leaving him hanging again, feeling his husband give one more appreciative squeeze to his ass before turning his attention to their nightstand drawer to grab the items he needed. 

“I know, love. Let me grab your little friend- sit tight,” 

Giyuu watched under his shaking arm as Sanemi opened the top drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube sitting in it before opening the deeper, bottom drawer where they kept most of their toys for… bedside convenience. He pulled out a smooth, dark blue dildo that was reserved for this specifically, slightly less thicker than Sanemi but just as long with a texture made to provide more comfort for his other, less-used hole. 

When Sanemi brought the items back over to where Giyuu was presented on the bed, he didn’t immediately give his attention to where he wanted, but instead realigned himself with Giyuu’s pussy and sank back into the heat with a little sigh . Giyuu knew exactly why- he always seemed to get extra wet when they paid attention to his other hole, and Sanemi loved to feel just how wet he got as he worked him open. But the scarred man was also a little bigger than the dildo they were using and it helped Giyuu get accustomed to the double stretch easier, so he tried his best to relax his lower half when he heard the sound of the lube bottle open. 

Sanemi coated three of his fingers in the slick substances and rubbed them around for a moment before he pressed his dick all the way inside Giyuu, sitting snugly and letting him cockwarm him as he brought the first finger to his other entrance and sank it in. It was a much different pace than the previous one they were going at, but not an unwelcome one, given how his entire body still trembled from the feeling of Sanemi inside both his pussy and ass at the same time. Giyuu had been fucked there enough that they didn’t bother with extreme caution, Sanemi pushing his finger all the way in and already beginning to wiggle it around to get Giyuu to keel with a breathless moan into the bed. 

“F-Fuck…”

“There you go, baby. How does that feel?” Sanemi asked, working his finger in and out while pressing on every surface that seemed to make Giyuu’s legs shake, the sound of metal clinking with metal from the bar between his legs. But Giyuu was impatient, grabbing onto the sheets and trying to rock his hips back to make both Sanemi’s cock and finger go deeper- right where he needed it. 

“Just- Just put it in already…” he whined, a bratty thing that only made his husband grab his hip with his free hand to stop him from moving. 

“Nuh uh. You take my fingers first, or you don’t get it at all,” Sanemi replied, his orders absolute. Giyuu sobbed in frustration, but he clenched his jaw and did as told, sitting pretty as Sanemi prepared him properly, pulling one finger out just to replace it with two. 

He worked him through the burn of the stretch diligently, scissoring his fingers inside and feeling his own cock through the thin wall that separated them, his low groans covered up by the needy pants Giyuu was making as he gradually got fuller and fuller. Sanemi didn’t take too long, though- Giyuu could feel him becoming more antsy by the way his cock twitched in his pussy when his fingers rubbed against it. 

Two fingers turned into three and finally, after Giyuu all but begged him that he was ready, Sanemi’s fingers retreated and he coated the dildo in more lube for good measure. He stayed completely sheathed inside of Giyuu as he brought the tip of the toy to his other hole, Giyuu’s breath hitching as he prepared for an even more overwhelming intrusion than what he already felt. 

Sanemi rubbed his free hand on Giyuu’s lower back to soothe him as he slowly pushed the toy inside, going slowly to not hurt him and groaning when the space he took up got a lot tighter. It was so intense that all Giyuu could do was shudder violently into the bed, legs straining against the cuffs around his ankles as a debauched, drawn out cry escaped his mouth and he got full, full, full.

It was almost too much- it was always almost too much. Like Giyuu was being split in two as the feelings of being truly stuffed to the brim took over all other senses. 

He was profusely sweating by the time Sanemi pushed the toy all the way in, even the man behind him taking a little break to throw his head back and moan from the tightness the new addition created around his own cock. Chest pressed into the bed, Giyuu felt feverish as he shook through the burn his body was trying to adjust to, taking a deep breath to center himself as he felt one of Sanemi’s hands readjust itself onto his waist. 

After another beat, that hand lightly tapped him to check in, Sanemi carefully leaning over him a little to try to get a look at his ruined face blocked by his messy, scattered hair. 

“Can I move, sweetheart?” 

Usually, with how much they’ve done together, his husband knows when he’s ready for more, but it seemed this time, he wanted a verbal response, so much going on at once that he wanted Giyuu to give him the green light himself. The sweet tone Sanemi used made Giyuu’s sex-drunk mind warm along with the blush running down his entire body, the dark haired man turning his head enough to give him a weak nod and fluttering eyelashes. 

But Sanemi still didn’t move, the hand on his waist rubbing grounding circles into his skin as he encouraged Giyuu for more. “Words, baby. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten them already,” 

“Ye-Yes… Yes, move…” Giyuu breathed, hands clutching the sheets underneath him in a death grip before adding a small sounding “Please…” when he glanced back at Sanemi and saw that familiar, expectant expression. 

“Good boy,” Sanemi responded with a little smile before tearing his eyes away from Giyuu’s face and back to where they were connected. Then, Giyuu felt him sliding out, keeping the toy all the way in and just focusing on his own cock for the time being.

It made Giyuu bury his face back into the bed and cry out again, feeling Sanemi bully his way in and out of him, yet the feeling of being stuffed never left, making him moan each time Sanemi pushed back in and continued to get Giyuu closer to his limit of fullness. He was flirting with the fine line of it being too much, wondering if he could take it every time he felt the head of Sanemi’s cock kiss his cervix as his thrusts picked up speed- got bolder and meaner as he fought through the more resistant drag. And with the added resistance from the spreader bar, making Giyuu feel like he truly couldn’t get away, he wondered if he’d even come out of this with as many brain cells as he went into it with. 

But fuck- it felt so good. Giyuu had never felt more full- more complete in his entire life than when he had Sanemi using both of his holes however he pleased. 

“Shit- you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight…” Sanemi moaned, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts that had Giyuu sobbing into the bed, a nice puddle of drool already forming under where his chin was pressed into the mattress. “Fuck, baby- you’re already making a mess everywhere,” 

Giyuu didn’t have to bring a hand in between his legs to feel how much he was dripping, feeling his slick drip down his inner thighs and hearing the sloppy, wet sounds of Sanemi’s pelvis meeting his ass every time he bottomed out. It was everywhere, encouraged by the restrictiveness of the bar and the toy pressing into every sensitive spot in him when Sanemi would pull out, just to shove his way back in and make more room for himself. 

“San- nemi- Sanemi, fuck- you feel s-so good. So good- oh g-god…” 

“Yeah? You like being stuffed like this? Do you feel so full?” Sanemi teased, sounding a bit breathless himself from the extra stimulation he was getting grinding against the toy through Giyuu’s walls each time he thrusted in. “God, you look fucking amazing, Giyuu. Taking it so well, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can handle more,” 

That was the only warning Giyuu got before he felt the dildo start moving as well, slowly drawing out until only the tip was inside before Sanemi pushed it back in with his hand. Giyuu couldn’t stop the pathetic sounds from leaking from his mouth as he clawed at the sheets in a cock-drunk haze, gasping and sputtering around his own spit as Sanemi slowly worked the dildo in and out of him with shorter, softer grinds of his own hips. 

He was so overwhelmed with all the sensations that he could only lay there and take it, moans continuously filling the room as Sanemi struggled to coordinate a decent rhythm with himself from how good it felt for him as well. But eventually, he found one, thrusting in when he pulled the dildo outward and pushing it back in when his hips snapped back. It ensured Giyuu stayed full no matter what, but also that Sanemi shared the space with the toy, feeling it rub through the thin wall separating him and silicone and only urging him to pick up the pace. 

“Do you wish there was another person here?” Sanemi growled as he took turns punishing both holes, on a mission to ruin Giyuu as thoroughly as possible with each thrust of his hand and hips. “Another person fucking into you and seeing how pathetic you look crying on our cocks?”

Thinking of the concept while taking both dicks at the same time, yeah, Giyuu could imagine how hot that’d be- to be manhandled and used under the weight of two sets of hungry eyes. But when he imagined it, he couldn’t picture a third person there but instead, another Sanemi, melting under the thought of having two of his husbands making fun of him and bullying him right where they knew he was weak. It was his perfect, sex-driven paradise, being restrained and pinned under two Sanemis and sandwiched between them- just Sanemi. 

“N-No- no, only y- only you, Sanemi. Only need you,” Giyuu didn’t even register he was speaking until it was already said, words trembling along with his body from the force the other man was now fucking him with. It seemed to become an animalistic need, the sound of Sanemi’s hips meeting Giyuu’s ass ringing around the room along with the squelch of the mixture of his wetness and the lube. The metal clinking off the spreader bar was getting louder, too, Giyuu’s legs testing the sturdiness of the cuffs every time he tried to draw his legs together from how overwhelming the sensation was. 

“Yeah, that’s right- you’re only a slut for me. You’ll only ever need my hands, my cock, my voice, won’t you?” Sanemi persisted, his voice getting lower and more gravelly like it always did when he was getting worked up. 

Giyuu just whined again at the feeling, drooling all over himself as he tried his best to nod. “Ye- Yes- just your slut. All yours-” 

Either he got distracted or did it on purpose, but suddenly, Sanemi’s thrusts lined up with his hand’s rhythm with the dildo and he pushed both in at the same time, stuffing Giyuu full much too fast for him to prepare for and causing the blue eyed man to cry out in ecstasy, most of his pleas lost into the soaked sheets beneath him as he heaved for a breath in the raging tide of his pleasure. 

It ignited a spark in his lower belly- one that had been teased too much today and was too sensitive to ignore any longer. It made Giyuu gasp in desperation, all of the air in his lungs leaving him as he took everything Sanemi was giving him, the fire growing larger and larger until urgency took over all other senses. 

“Sanemi…! Just like that- right th-there! Fuh- fuck, close- I’m close…!”

“Yeah? You want it right there?” Sanemi growled, the hand on the dildo now syncing up with his hips to slide both cocks in at the same time, the delicious double stretch making Giyuu shake apart as his orgasm quickly approached. He pounded into him hard and fast, knowing that nothing made his husband lose his mind quicker than a rough fuck, his raised ass jiggling from the aftershocks of Sanemi’s thrusts as he sobbed loudly into the bed. 

Giyuu could feel it building up in his gut again- the telltale signs of his orgasm clawing through him and trying to reach the peak- but the more Sanemi fucked into him with abandon, the more he felt something else tightening inside. A sharp, tingling sensation right over his bladder, one that only flared each time he felt Sanemi’s cock all the way in his stomach, the added pressure of the dildo only intensifying the sensation. 

“Cum for me, Giyuu. Show me how much you love having both your holes filled,” 

With another sharp thrust, Giyuu suddenly knew exactly what was about to happen, his legs tensing against the spreader bar again as he scrambled to get a hold of what his body was telling him with an urgent, humiliated realization. Fuck- everything was slipping from Giyuu’s control way to fast. He couldn’t stop it- couldn’t even force the a warning out before- 

Sanemi pushed in again, both his cock and the dildo jabbing in as far as they could go when Giyuu shattered a part. 

He came with a scream into the bed as euphoria crashed through him, his entire body convulsing with pleasure as he felt himself squirt everywhere, unable to hold back his release that no doubt got all over Sanemi and the bed. 

But that didn’t deter Sanemi- in fact, it only encouraged him further, cursing through a moan under his breath as he shoved the dildo all the way in so he could grip both of Giyuu’s hips with his hands and chase his own budding pleasure. Giyuu had gone limp when he came, legs shaking in their cuffs and so blissfully out of it that all he could do was lay there and let Sanemi take what he wanted, his orgasm prolonged by the rough way the other man fucked into him and still squirting in short bursts each time he slammed in. 

Giyuu couldn’t even tell if he was still moaning out or had gone silent through the feeling, his ears ringing from the slap of their bodies coming together and dizzy from all the panting he was doing. Behind him, Sanemi neared his own peak, his thrusts becoming short and sloppy as he grinded his cock against the toy through Giyuu’s walls for extra stimulation, pushing so deep that the blue eyed man thought he was wanting to leave the taste of him in Giyuu’s throat. 

“Fuck- you want me to cum right in here?” Sanemi asked with a gravelly voice, leaning over Giyuu a little so he could really hear how worked up he was over his own pathetic, choppy pants. “Want me to fill you up even more? Breed your pretty little cunt until you’re dripping with me?” 

“Yes- yes, yes, yes-” Giyuu whimpered, trying to fight through his orgasmic haze and put words together in his mouth. “Please, f-fill me- want to b-be full of you- oh- put a baby in me, please-” 

That seemed to be all Sanemi needed to hear before he tumbled over the edge, too, moaning and cursing loudly as his hips stuttered out of rhythm and he let go. Giyuu would never get over the feeling of Sanemi’s cumming inside of him- from the moment it happened the first time, he’d be obsessed with the feeling ever since. Especially when Sanemi would grind through his orgasm, pulling out a tiny bit just to push his mess deeper inside him, like he never wanted Giyuu to be able to clean it out. 

And with the dildo still sitting in his ass, Giyuu really did feel even fuller than before, only managing to offer a weak little moan as he felt the warmth of his husband engulf his insides. Sanemi stayed like that for a long moment, fully flushed against him and breathing heavily in the wake of his orgasm like he was trying to get his mind back before he moved again. 

Giyuu was too delirious to really mind it, little noises slipping from his lips every once in a while as he tried to regulate himself again, so drunk on the warmth of his husband inside him to really be able to think straight. The feeling only continued to pull him into the hazy fog when he felt Sanemi finally move to pull out, the sensation of his cock dragging on all the sensitive parts of him making Giyuu’s eyes roll back and mind go pleasantly blank.

~.~

“Ya’ still with me?” Sanemi whispered to Giyuu as he undid the straps binding him to the spreader bar, peeking over at the blue eyed man’s dazed face, like he had been going in and out of consciousness ever since he came. He only tried to move Giyuu when he looked like his soul was back in his body, gently cradling him in his arms and directing him to lay on his back while Giyuu panted for air and regained his ability to think a little. Sanemi always thought he looked beautiful like this, all breathless and sweaty and ruined- perfectly destroyed for him.

“Y-Yeah… ugh…” Giyuu groaned, letting one of his arms drape over his eyes lazily, legs falling open because honestly, they looked like they had no more strength to hold themselves up. Sanemi took the opportunity to settle in between them again with no further intent other than to rub the soreness out of Giyuu’s thighs with one hand while the other set aside the metal bar out of the way.

“Breathe, baby,” 

Sanemi leaned over to give Giyuu a sweet kiss right on his burning cheek to sweeten what he was about to do as one hand snaked down to where the dildo still nested inside of him, beginning to slide it out as slowly as he could manage. Giyuu whined quietly in discomfort as it was pulled out, his worn muscles tensing, but with another kiss and a gentle reminder to relax from Sanemi, he melted into the bed and exhaled deeply. Sanemi pulled the rest of the dildo out, also putting it aside on their nightstand where he’d deal with cleaning it later. 

“Let me clean you up,” Sanemi murmured before moving away, much more against his will than he cared to admit and keeping his eyes on his husband as he looked around for a clean towel he could use to wipe away all of their mixed fluids. He’ll have to clean the bedsheets with how much of a mess they made… but it wasn’t like he ever really minded. A problem for later.

“Sanemi,” Giyuu called from the bed, his eyes watering slightly with exhaustion as he breathed heavily, each tired, labored breath making Sanemi’s heart ache protectively just a little bit. He found a towel quickly and returned to Giyuu’s side, looking over his sleepy face as his husband fought to keep his eyes focused. 

Ah, he was still out of it. 

“Mhm?” Sanemi brushed a piece of Giyuu’s sweaty bangs behind his ear to see his face better, unfolding the towel and slotting himself back between Giyuu’s aching legs, carefully. He sat as upright as he could, letting the white cotton towel cover his hand when he brought it down to wipe all of their cum that had covered most of Giyuu’s lower half away, cleaning him up with gentle, light wipes.

“Don’t worry about that right now… just lay down, please,” Giyuu sighed as he reached for Sanemi, his hand cupping his cheek like it was a fragile flower- the kind where the petals would fall at the slightest graze. Sanemi just rolled his eyes and gave him a breathy chuckle, leaning down so he wouldn’t strain his arms too much holding his face.

“Uh-uh, I'm taking care of you whether you like it or not,” Sanemi leaned his cheek into Giyuu’s hand, tilting his head enough to press a firm, wet kiss into the palm of it without taking his eyes off his husband. Giyuu only pouted, his bottom lip protruding from his upper just a tad, but the frustration didn’t last when Sanemi brought another kiss down to his dry lips. 

Giyuu couldn't help the little laugh that slipped from his lips, Sanemi mirroring his sheepish smile from seeing him so happy as they simply soaked in each other’s embraces. It was Sanemi’s favorite part of fooling around together- the intimacy of resting in an exhausted pile of limbs afterwards, sharing uncoordinated kisses and existing together like they had no other obligations in the entire world. 

Eventually, Sanemi had shifted out from between Giyuu’s legs and laid down behind him, gathering the other man in his arms and spooning him while Giyuu all but melted into his hold. The skin-to-skin contact felt amazing, one of Sanemi’s hands coming up to softly brush through Giyuu’s hair while the other one laid absentmindedly on his waist, lightly grazing over smooth skin until the dark haired man got goosebumps. 

It was peaceful. It was right where Sanemi wanted to be. 

They cuddled like that for close to ten minutes, Sanemi holding Giyuu close to his chest and leaning down to kiss into the mess of his hair every once in a while, whispering quiet mumbles of praise into his ear to sweeten him up a bit. Perhaps that was why he didn’t notice when Giyuu started shifting. 

At first, it was just a little readjustment of his hips, pressing himself closer into Sanemi until there was no space in between them. Sanemi didn’t think much of it, knowing that Giyuu was attracted to his body heat the same way a cat liked to burrow under blankets. He didn’t even acknowledge it when Giyuu did it again, thinking he was just getting comfy. 

It was when the rocking movements of his hips started to get a rhythm when Sanemi knew something was up. Giyuu started out slow and gentle, barely enough to mean anything, but now, he was moving his ass against where it was pressed up against Sanemi- right over his dick- in a cadence Sanemi knew all too well. 

Another grind against his quickly awakening cock had Sanemi sitting up a little to get a good look at the mischievous smirk on his husband’s face, Giyuu’s expression screaming “What are you gonna do about it?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sanemi asked, his voice light in amusement as he watched Giyuu do what he did best and try to work him up in the most cheeky way possible. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just laying here,” Giyuu responded, his words sounding much clearer now that he’d calmed down from his high. He emphasized his words with another slow, lazy grind, making Sanemi’s breath hitch in the back of his throat from how perfectly his dick slotted between Giyuu’s cheeks. 

This man would be the death of him. 

“You just recovered from our last round, and you already want more again?” Sanemi questioned, playing along with Giyuu’s smug face because god did he look pretty like this. “Don’t you think you’re biting off more than you can chew?” 

“I want to try out all the new toys we just bought,” Giyuu admitted, and suddenly, that plush ass was gone, Sanemi trying not to make a noise of disapproval when the other man moved away from him to grab the bag from the sex store Sanemi had left on the ground in their haste for the bed earlier. Figuring there wasn’t anything that was going to stray Giyuu from his goal, Sanemi sat up fully on the bed and watched him rummage through the bag, cocking an eyebrow at him in skepticism. 

“All of them? Right now?” 

“All of them,” Giyuu repeated, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he found what he was looking for. “Starting with this one,” 

He pulled out the large, hot pink dildo with sparkling eyes, a certain evilness gleaming into them when they locked with Sanemi’s that told the scarred man exactly what was in store for them for the remainder of the night. “Grab the strap,” 

With a sigh, Sanemi rolled off the bed and shook his head at the rather ridiculous color of the toy in his husband’s hands, but he walked over to their shared closest regardless, grabbing exactly what Giyuu wanted.