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kiss with the tongue

Summary:

“Did you start the rice yet?” Sanemi asks.

Oh, shit. Giyuu knew he forgot something. “Not yet. Sorry.”

“Mmm.” Sanemi’s thumbs stroke over his hipbones and Giyuu shivers. “You can wait a little, if you want.”

Notes:

Giyuu decides to make Sanemi a nice meal for Valentine's Day. It gets... derailed.

Japan only started celebrating Valentine’s Day in the 1950s, but let’s suspend disbelief!

NOTE: In this fic, Giyuu is a trans man, and he uses afab language to describe himself. This fic contains PIV sex.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Stop hovering,” Giyuu whines, carefully cutting a block of tofu as Sanemi peers over his shoulder. “I thought you were going to let me do this for you.”

Sanemi is silent for a moment. Giyuu wonders if he’s trying not to say anything mean.

“I’m just, uh,” Sanemi fumbles, “I just wanna see what you’re doing. I’m curious. Yeah.”

“Shinazugawa.”

Sanemi swears. “Okay, I wanna make sure you don’t fuck anything up! Are you happy, Tomioka? I was trying to be fucking nice!”

Giyuu smiles down at the sauce he’s been simmering, watching as it bubbles over the fire.

“See if I ever do anything nice for you ever again,” Sanemi grumbles, hooking his chin over Giyuu’s shoulder and watching as Giyuu adds more spices to the sauce. “Smells good.”

Giyuu bites his lip so his smile doesn’t get too big. His teeth sink deeper when he feels Sanemi’s hands settle on his hips.

“Did you start the rice yet?” Sanemi asks.

Oh, shit. Giyuu knew he forgot something. “Not yet. Sorry.”

“Mmm.” Sanemi’s thumbs stroke over his hipbones and Giyuu shivers. “You can wait a little, if you want.”

“I, um…” Giyuu feels his cheeks heat up. “Should I… take the sauce off the fire?”

Sanemi laughs, a little mean. “Hah, Tomioka, jumping to conclusions. Maybe I just wanna make out.”

“You never want to just make out.” Giyuu fumbles with the tofu again, then decides he should probably put the knife down.

Sanemi kisses the back of his neck. Giyuu drops the knife with a clatter. 

Then Sanemi reaches around him to take the sauce off the fire himself. Caught between Sanemi and the counter, Giyuu squirms, heat blooming between his legs despite the urge to call Sanemi a hypocrite. He figures it might ruin the moment, though, so he holds back.

Sanemi’s lips drag to mouth at a different spot, closer to his ear. Giyuu makes a soft noise and angles his head to give the other man better access, eyes slipping closed when Sanemi starts to suck on the sensitive skin.

“Mmnn…”

“So fucking easy for it,” Sanemi mumbles against his throat. “That’s why I never stop at kissing, you know? I've barely done anything and you’re already spreading your legs.”

Giyuu blushes hot when he realizes that he’s widened his stance unconsciously. Sanemi bites him and Giyuu chokes down a moan, back arching as he tries to get Sanemi to press up against him. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping the counter, tension coiling in his body like a spring.

Sanemi reaches up to tangle one hand in Giyuu’s hair, tugging it harshly so his head’s tilted further to the side. Prickles of pain in Giyuu’s scalp turn to heat, wires crossing like they always do, and Giyuu moans louder this time as Sanemi starts to work his other hand underneath his waistband.

He pushes his ass back against Sanemi’s hips, hoping it’s subtle enough that Sanemi won’t notice.

Of course Giyuu’s not that lucky.

“Mmm, Tomioka. You want it all the time, don’t you?”

The sauce is still steaming. It’s barely been a minute, if that. Sanemi… is not wrong.

He licks a stripe up Giyuu’s neck and Giyuu makes another soft noise, pushing back again. He shudders when Sanemi’s fingers find the bare skin of his abdomen and holds his breath, anticipation building inside him as he waits for Sanemi to realize…

“Fuck, are you - where the fuck are your panties?”

“Not wearing any,” Giyuu sighs, pussy clenching as Sanemi’s fingers stray closer to where he wants them.

Sanemi sucks on a different spot, hard , making him gasp. When he pulls away, the skin is throbbing, tender, and Giyuu knows it’s already starting to bruise. “You hoped this would happen, huh?”

“Well, I didn’t think it would happen until after we ate,” Giyuu says.

Sanemi snorts and tugs on his hair again. Giyuu bites his lip and stares dreamily at nothing, until-

“Nngh!”

He gasps and bucks as Sanemi’s fingers finally find their way between his folds and stroke over his clit. His cunt flutters again, eager, as Sanemi dips his fingers down to feel where he’s getting wet. 

Giyuu grabs Sanemi’s arm, not sure if he wants him to stop or continue. They’re in the kitchen, after all. Maybe they should find the nearest futon. 

Sanemi doesn’t seem to have the same reservations. “Turn around, Tomioka.”

“What?” Giyuu feels stupid. He can’t think, not with Sanemi’s slippery fingers pinching his clit. 

Then Sanemi pulls his hand out of his pants and spins him around so fast that Giyuu stumbles, grunting when Sanemi shoves forward and the edge of the countertop digs into his lower back. Giyuu’s pants are half-undone and he misses Sanemi’s fingers already; he whines and pulls the other man in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Sanemi’s neck and drawing him as close as he can.

It’s like a switch is flipped. Sanemi snarls into the kiss and they both get more frantic, lips sliding messily together as Giyuu buries both hands in his hair. 

“Yeah, like that,” Sanemi mutters into his mouth. He shoves his hand down the front of Giyuu’s pants and Giyuu keens, moaning as he finally feels two fingers press up inside him. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

A blush crawls down Giyuu’s neck, body burning as those long fingers curl deep and a thumb finds his clit. He spreads his legs wider and slides his hands down Sanemi’s back to grab his ass and tug him forward. 

Embarrassment coils hot inside him when Sanemi starts to rock his hand and draws lewd, wet sounds from his body. Giyuu digs his nails into Sanemi’s ass through his pants and lets his head fall back, breaking the kiss with a groan.

Squelch, squelch, squelch. “Oh god-”

“Yeah?” Sanemi nips at his jawline. Giyuu feels his lips trail down, down, tugging his shirt to the side with his teeth so he can press kisses over Giyuu’s collarbone.

Giyuu wants more - he wants his mouth everywhere. Still frantic, he pushes Sanemi away for a moment to unbutton his top, his movements shaky and uncoordinated as Sanemi continues to curl his fingers, leering at him. Giyuu shrugs his top off once it’s undone, his nipples pebbling from the sudden exposure. 

Sanemi’s back on him in an instant, groaning as he drags his lips down to wrap around Giyuu’s nipple. Giyuu gasps, pussy clenching around Sanemi’s fingers as little bolts of pleasure travel down from his chest. One of his hands shoots up to cradle the back of Sanemi’s head. 

Despite Giyuu’s best efforts to keep him in place, though, Sanemi soon moves on, laughing at Giyuu’s little whine when he pulls his fingers out again . “You complaining, Tomioka?”

“No, but-”

Giyuu’s mouth snaps shut when Sanemi drops to his knees.

He makes a show of licking his wet fingers, mouth twisted in a cocky half-grin like he knows he looks good. Giyuu braces himself against the counter, pressing his lips together in an unsuccessful attempt to stay quiet. “Mmnnn…”

“Tastes good,” Sanemi murmurs, licking his lips as his fingers go for Giyuu’s waistband.

Giyuu can only watch, trembling, as Sanemi slides his pants down, helping him step out of one of the legs before diving forward and - and pressing his nose to Giyuu’s pussy. Fuck. The tension between Giyuu’s thighs skyrockets; he didn’t know it was possible to get even more embarrassed.

“Sanemi,” Giyuu gasps.

Sanemi’s eyes have fluttered closed, a groan caught low in his throat as he breathes in. Giyuu squeaks and tries to close his legs, but Sanemi doesn’t let him. He tries tugging at Sanemi’s hair, but that just makes Sanemi moan and shift closer.

Giyuu groans when Sanemi gives him two fingers again, hot breath tickling his clit as he drips all over Sanemi’s hand. Then Sanemi pushes his legs further apart and leans in to lick his clit, and Giyuu’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Oh fuuuck…”

“Mmm,” Sanemi hums, working his tongue insistently. His lips make a smacking noise when he seals them down and starts to suck, stoking the fire in Giyuu’s cunt until it’s molten. 

Giyuu sobs and lets go of Sanemi’s hair to bite down on his fist instead, his hips jerking as Sanemi presses mercilessly against his g-spot. 

Even his own fist can’t do more than muffle the stream of words that pours out of Giyuu’s mouth, uncontrolled.

“Oh, oh fuck, don’t stop - ah, don’t stop, mmnn nnfuck-”

Sanemi laughs, the vibrations running through Giyuu’s sensitive clit as he suckles on it, crooking his fingers just right until Giyuu’s breathing fast and shallow, squirming against the counter. Pressure is building low in his pelvis, more demanding with every flick of Sanemi’s tongue, and for a brief moment Giyuu wishes he had time to go to the toilet before this.

“Oh my god - ohmygodohmygod-”

He thinks he’s getting close, but he’s scared to relax any of his muscles, because it’s feeling more and more like he needs to pee. Fuck. If Sanemi would just - slide a little deeper so he’s not pushing against Giyuu’s g-spot, then maybe he-

“You’re soaking my fucking fingers, Tomioka,” Sanemi mutters, lips brushing against him as he speaks. He wiggles his hand for emphasis and Giyuu whimpers, feeling himself gush. “Yeah, right there? You love it.”

“Fuck, please,” Giyuu begs. He rolls his hips against Sanemi’s hand, but it only makes the pressure worse. “Please-”

Sanemi’s teeth graze against his clit and Giyuu wails, legs shaking as his cunt grips Sanemi’s fingers tighter. He bites his lip and lets his eyes cross a little. It feels so fucking good.

Sanemi takes him right to the edge, right to the point where Giyuu panics because he really feels like he needs to pee, and then draws away as Giyuu moans at the loss. It takes Giyuu several seconds to blink the stars from his eyes and look down to see Sanemi wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing hard. God, he feels empty now. He’s never wanted Sanemi’s dick inside him as badly as he does now.

When Sanemi looks up and meets Giyuu’s eyes, there’s a split-second of complete stillness, the moment hanging over them as they size each other up. Then Giyuu’s reaching down to yank Sanemi up by the front of his haori and Sanemi’s fumbling with his belt, swearing when his fingers slip in his excitement.

Giyuu moans when he gets his first peek of Sanemi’s dick, hard and flushed red at the tip. He pulls Sanemi into a fevered kiss, gasping when he tastes himself on Sanemi’s tongue, and gropes blindly to try and help him get his pants off.

Once they’re down to the tops of his thighs, Sanemi evidently decides that’s good enough. He grabs Giyuu’s ass and lifts him up onto the counter; Giyuu spreads his legs eagerly, locking them around Sanemi’s waist.

“Fuck,” Sanemi mutters, fumbling between their bodies. Giyuu nips at his lip and he swears again. “Fuck, hold on a second-”

Then Giyuu feels the stiff head of Sanemi’s cock against his entrance and he makes a soft noise against Sanemi’s lips, grinding forward to get his dick wet. Sanemi digs his fingers into Giyuu’s ass as he pushes inside in one fluid motion, groaning once Giyuu’s taken all of him. 

Giyuu feels so full he could choke. The pressure is even worse now.

He sucks in a sharp breath at Sanemi’s first thrust, clinging to him desperately. His mouth feels so good against Giyuu’s own that Giyuu tries to continue kissing him even when all he wants to do is throw his head back and wail. He lasts until Sanemi starts fucking him in earnest, rattling the dishes on the counter every time his hips smack against Giyuu’s ass.

“Nnnnnyes, yes-”

“Shit.” Sanemi grabs a handful of Giyuu’s hair and holds his head still, forcing their eyes to meet. Giyuu’s lashes flutter at the intensity in Sanemi’s gaze as his cock rubs over his g-spot with every thrust. He can’t look away. “Yeah, take it.”

Giyuu feels like he’s going to burst at the seams, and it gets worse every time Sanemi tugs on his hair to keep him in place. He’s so wet it’s probably getting on the counter. 

“Uhhh, fuck-”

“Look at you,” Sanemi snarls. He tightens his grip, and the pain flashing through his scalp sends fire racing through Giyuu’s veins. 

“Sanemi, I - I can’t-”

Sanemi laughs breathlessly, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face. “Can’t what, Tomioka?”

Giyuu can’t answer him. Every time Sanemi bottoms out inside him, his head gets a little emptier. His mouth’s hanging open stupidly, eyes threatening to roll back as the pressure inside him grows more intense.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Sanemi breathes. 

He leans in to kiss Giyuu again, their tongues sliding together messily as Giyuu gives himself over to the moment and just prays he doesn’t lose control of his bladder. He still feels like he needs to pee, and Sanemi hitting his g-spot over and over isn’t fucking helping. He’s close again, though, just like when Sanemi was eating him out before.

Sanemi pushes his tongue between Giyuu’s lips and Giyuu sucks on it automatically, grateful for something to muffle his embarrassing noises. “Mmph - mmng - nngh-”

He squeaks when Sanemi’s hand cracks down on his ass, jumping and trembling around Sanemi’s cock as the counter groans in protest. Sanemi spanks him again and Giyuu’s whole body flashes hot, the pressure between his legs cresting unbearably. 

Giyuu lets go of the counter to push against Sanemi’s chest. He’s so fucking close, but it doesn’t feel like it normally does, and if Sanemi keeps this angle up he might - he might-

“Sanemi!”

“Mmm?” Sanemi’s breathing hard now, his chest glistening with sweat. Giyuu feels like he’s going to pass out. “You close?”

He reaches down between them to rub Giyuu’s clit, using all of his fingers and so much pressure that Giyuu actually cries out. He panics, pushing Sanemi away, and feels himself tipping over the edge right as Sanemi’s cock slips out of him.

Giyuu’s eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as his pussy clenches around nothing, streams of liquid spraying out with every wave as Sanemi’s fingers blur over his clit. He covers his face with both hands but he can’t stop it - it feels so good - he’s never going to be able to look Sanemi in the face again but it feels so good-

“Holy fucking shit,” he hears Sanemi say.

Giyuu can’t stay still when he’s done, his trembling body threatening to slip right off the countertop. He shivers, aftershocks coursing through him, and reaches down to push Sanemi’s hand away from his swollen clit. 

He expects Sanemi to be disgusted with him. He expects Sanemi to tell him to leave. For fuck’s sake, Giyuu just peed on him.

He does not expect Sanemi to push back inside him with a loud moan and bury his face in Giyuu’s shoulder. Giyuu’s eyes pop open and he grunts in surprise, the feeling of fullness sending another dribble of liquid down Sanemi’s cock.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi swears, muffled against his neck. “Fuck, gonna come, m’gonna-”

He cuts off with a groan and goes still deep inside, hips rocking almost imperceptibly as the hot flood of his come makes Giyuu squirm. 

Giyuu feels exhausted, emotionally and physically. He holds onto Sanemi as long as the other man lets him, then braces himself for the teasing when Sanemi finally seems to recover enough to pull out. 

Sanemi’s hair is wilder than it normally is, sticking up in tufts from all the places Giyuu had pulled on it. And, Giyuu realizes in dawning horror, it’s wet from… from him. Sanemi’s hair, face, and chest are all damp with more than sweat.

“Oh my god,” he blurts out. “I’m so sorry.”

“What?” Sanemi pushes his hair back from his face and tucks his dick back in his pants. His eyes dart between Giyuu’s legs; Giyuu blushes at the come he can feel leaking out of him. “What the fuck are you sorry for? That was hot.”

“I, um…” Giyuu can’t bring himself to say it. He peed on him. “I…”

“You ever squirted before? You look kinda freaked out.”

“Have I ever what?”

“What you just did, dumbass,” Sanemi says, rummaging around until he finds a clean towel and throws it in Giyuu’s direction. “Uzui told me one of his wives can do it - can’t remember which one - but I’ve never seen it before. Part of me thought he was full of shit.”

Giyuu drapes the towel over his lap. “You mean I didn’t just... pee on you?”

Sanemi settles back in between his legs, smug, and brushes some hair off of Giyuu’s forehead. “Pretty sure you didn’t, Tomioka. But we should try it again, just to be sure.”

Sanemi… wants him to do that again? Giyuu blushes and hides his face in Sanemi’s shoulder, a thick blanket of embarrassment settling over him.

“Can I finish making dinner first?” he mumbles into Sanemi’s throat.

Actually, a nap sounds even better, but Giyuu’s not going to mention that. He said he was going to cook a nice meal for Sanemi for Valentine’s Day, and he intends to follow through. 

“Like I’m gonna say no to that,” Sanemi scoffs. He helps Giyuu down from the counter. 

It takes approximately two seconds for Giyuu to remember that Sanemi just came inside him and that he’s in danger of making a mess on the floor. Dinner forgotten, he makes a run for the bathroom, come running down his thighs. Peak romance.

“I’ll get the rice going, Tomioka,” Sanemi calls after him, laughing. “Take your time.”

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