Words: 5436
Which universe: Mafia world
Which label: Smut/Normal
Top: Sanemi
Bottom: Giyuu
About: Shinazugawa Sanemi, a feared mafia boss in Japan and Tomioka Giyuu is an assassin for Sanemi's mafia. Sanemi doesn't really date anyone but has a few fuck buddies. He needs a new one and he choose Giyuu.
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Sanemi is a strong and proud man.
Tomioka is a reserved and quiet man, but skilled. At least 20 years old, Tomioka has blue eyes, white skin, and long black hair.
One day, Tomioka was returning from a mission into Sanemi's office. "How was the mission, Tomioka?"
Giyuu looks at Sanemi with his usual calm expression. "Yes. The target is eliminated." Sanemi crosses his arms, studying Giyuu's face for any signs of injury or deception. "Good. No witnesses?" He asks with a low voice, referring to the mission's aftermath. Giyuu shakes his head slightly. "No witnesses. I made sure of it." His voice is quiet but firm. He knows Sanemi values thoroughness in their line of work.
Sanemi nods, satisfied with the answer. He's known Giyuu for years, trusting his skills as an assassin. The two have built a professional relationship built on mutual respect and understanding. "Good job. You're dismissed for now." He gestures towards the door, signaling that Giyuu can leave. Giyuu turns to leave, but Sanemi adds something before he does. "And Giyuu... don't get too comfortable. We have another job coming up soon." His tone is serious, hinting at a more dangerous mission ahead.
Giyuu pauses at the door, glancing back at Sanemi over his shoulder. His expression remains unchanged, but there's a flicker of acknowledgment in his blue eyes. "I understand." He exits silently, heading to his own quarters to rest before the next assignment. Sanemi watches him leave, then looks out the window of his office. The sun is setting, casting an orange glow over the city.
He pulls out a cigar, lighting it as he thinks about the future missions. The mafia business never stops, and he needs his best men ready for anything. In his quarters, Giyuu sits on his bed. He checks his weapons, maintaining them meticulously as he always does. His mind goes over the details of the previous mission, analyzing every move he made. He can hear the distant sounds of the city outside, a reminder of the dangerous world he lives in. But he's used to it. This is his life now.
The night falls, and Giyuu finally lays down. He stares at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting to his sister Tsutako and her girlfriend Kanae. He wonders if they're safe, if they know the dangerous life he leads. He closes his eyes, trying to push those thoughts away. It's not his place to worry about them right now. He has a job to focus on. In another part of the city, Sanemi finishes his cigar and pours himself a drink. He thinks about his brother Genya, who is unaware of the darker side of their family business.
He takes a sip, the alcohol burning down his throat. He's protective of Genya, wanting to keep him out of this world as long as possible. The night stretches on, both men in their respective places. The silence of the night contrasts with the chaos that often fills their lives. For now, they rest, preparing for whatever comes next in the world of the mafia. Sanemi lets out a frustrated sigh, downing the rest of his drink. He's been through several "fuck buddies" in the past, but none have lasted long. They either get too attached or too scared of his position.
He runs a hand through his white hair, contemplating his options. He needs someone who can handle the reality of being with a mafia boss. He considers calling one of his usual contacts, but something tells him it won't work this time. He wants someone new, someone who might bring a fresh perspective.
He pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contacts with a frown. The thought of dealing with another clingy person is already giving him a headache. Sanemi stops at Giyuu's contact. He's never considered him as a potential partner before, mainly because Giyuu is his assassin and someone who follows orders without question. But he's also someone who keeps his mouth shut and doesn't ask questions.
He stares at the name for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. Then he smirks slightly, thinking it might be an interesting arrangement. The phone rings, and after a few seconds, Giyuu answers with his usual calm voice. "Yes, Shinazugawa?" Sanemi leans back in his chair, his smirk growing.
"I need to talk to you about something. Come to my office." His tone is commanding, but there's a hint of something else in it - perhaps curiosity or anticipation. Giyuu doesn't question the order. He simply replies with a short "Understood" and hangs up. Within minutes, he appears at Sanemi's office door, his expression as neutral as ever.
Giyuu walks through the dimly lit corridors of the mafia's headquarters. The building is quiet at this hour, with only a few guards on duty. He moves silently, his footsteps making no sound on the floor. His mind is already analyzing why Sanemi wants to see him outside of work hours. He reaches the office door and knocks once. Inside, Sanemi is sitting behind his desk, a new cigar in his mouth. He gestures for Giyuu to enter and take a seat.
"Close the door." He says, watching him intently as he enters. Giyuu closes the door and sits down in the chair across from Sanemi. He waits patiently, his hands resting on his knees. The silence between them is filled with unspoken tension. Sanemi takes a puff of his cigar, blowing the smoke out slowly.
"I have a... proposition for you." Giyuu raises an eyebrow slightly at the word "proposition." He remains silent, waiting for Sanemi to continue. His expression gives nothing away, but he's intrigued. Sanemi leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "It's a bit unconventional. But I think you're the only one who can handle it." He studies Giyuu's face, searching for any reaction.
"I need someone who won't ask questions, who can keep their mouth shut. And someone who's... useful in other ways." His tone is direct and to the point. He's not one for beating around the bush. Giyuu's eyes narrow slightly at the implication. He understands what Sanemi means by other ways. "What exactly do you need me for?" He asks finally, his voice still calm and even. Sanemi grins slightly, seeing that Giyuu caught on quickly.
"I need a partner. Not just for work. Someone to... relieve stress." He says bluntly, watching for Giyuu's reaction to this unexpected request. Giyuu doesn't flinch at the bluntness. He processes the information, his mind calculating the potential risks and benefits of such an arrangement. "And what would this partnership entail?" He asks, keeping his tone neutral and professional. He's always been good at separating personal matters from business.
Sanemi leans back again, a satisfied look on his face. "It would be discreet. No one needs to know. Just you and me. And you'd be well compensated, of course." He gestures to the stack of money on his desk, indicating the payment. "You'd have your own room here. Access to everything. And you'd continue your work as my assassin." Giyuu glances at the money, then back at Sanemi. It's a generous offer. More than he usually makes in a month.
"And if I refuse?" He asks, though he knows the answer. No one refuses Shinazugawa Sanemi. Sanemi's grin widens into a smirk. "Then you'll still be my assassin. But you'll be missing out on some... benefits." He taps his fingers on the desk, the sound echoing in the quiet office.
"And I don't take kindly to people who reject my offers." There's a subtle threat in his tone, a reminder of his power and influence. Giyu's eyes flicker with understanding. He's not in a position to refuse, and Sanemi knows it. He's backed him into a corner with this proposal. "I see." He says simply. He's already made his decision, but he's not going to show it yet.
"When do you want this arrangement to start?" Sanemi moves quickly, his hand shooting out to grip Giyuu's shoulder and push him against the desk. He towers over him, his expression dark and commanding. "Now." He says firmly, his other hand gripping the edge of the desk. The cigar is still between his teeth, smoke curling up from it.
Giyuu remains still, his back against the cold surface of the desk. He looks up at Sanemi, his blue eyes meeting the purple ones. The air in the office grows tense, charged with a new kind of energy. This is no longer just a business discussion. Sanemi leans down, bringing his face closer to Giyuu's. The cigar dangles from his lips as he speaks in a low voice.
"You're mine now, Tomioka. Understand?" His grip on Giyuu's shoulder tightens slightly, a possessive gesture. Giyuu doesn't respond verbally. He gives a slight nod, acknowledging the ownership claim. His expression remains impassive, but there's a flicker of something in his eyes - acceptance of his new role. Sanemi smirks again, satisfied with the response. He flicks the ashes from his cigar onto the floor.
"Good boy." Sanemi releases Giyuu from the desk and grabs his wrist, pulling him up. He leads him to a private room connected to the office - his personal quarters. Inside, the room is luxurious and spacious. A large bed dominates the space, with dark red sheets. Sanemi shuts the door behind them and locks it. He turns to Giyuu again, his eyes roaming over him like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Strip." He commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. Giyuu hesitates for a split second, then begins to remove his clothes. He unbuttons his shirt first, revealing his pale chest and the scars that mark his skin. Sanemi watches intently, his eyes following the movement of Giyuu's hands. He takes a drag from his cigar, the ember glowing in the dim light. When Giyuu is down to his pants, Sanemi speaks again.
"All of it." He says, gesturing to the remaining clothing with the cigar. Giyuu removes his pants and stands there, completely naked. His body is lean and muscular, honed from years of training and combat. He doesn't try to cover himself, meeting Sanemi's gaze with a stoic expression. Sanemi circles around Giyuu, examining him like a piece of art. He reaches out and touches one of the scars on his back, running his fingers along it. "You've been through a lot, haven't you?" He asks rhetorically. He stops behind Giyuus, his hand moving to grip his hip.
"But you're still intact. That's what matters." He flicks the cigar into a nearby ashtray and pushes Giyuu onto the bed. The night unfolds with Sanemi taking control completely. He dominates Giyuu, claiming his body in every way possible. There's no tenderness, no gentleness - just raw, primal need. He leaves marks on Giyuu's skin, marking him as his property once more.
By the time the sun begins to rise, Giyuu is exhausted and marked all over. Sanemi lies beside him, smoking another cigar as he looks at his handiwork with satisfaction. The door opens abruptly, and Sanemi's personal maid, a woman named Shinobu, steps in. She freezes in the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight before her. She quickly averts her gaze, but not before seeing the state of Giyuu and Sanemi. Sanemi doesn't bother to cover himself or Giyuu. He just looks at Shinobu with irritation.
"What do you want, Shinobu?" He snaps, clearly annoyed at the interruption. Shinobu bows slightly, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I apologize, sir. I was just bringing your breakfast." She keeps her eyes down, holding a tray with food. She's used to seeing things, but this is different. She's never seen Sanemi with anyone before. Sanemi waves his hand dismissively.
"Put it down and leave. And knock next time." He orders. He doesn't care about her discomfort. He's too focused on Giyuu and the new arrangement. Giyuu remains still on the bed, his eyes half-closed. He doesn't acknowledge Shinobu's presence either, too tired to care about being seen like this. Shinobu sets the tray down quickly and practically scurries out of the room, closing the door behind her. Once she's gone, Sanemi turns to Giyuu again.
"Looks like the news will spread fast now." He says with a chuckle, reaching over to run his fingers through Giyuu's messy hair. Giyuus doesn't respond to the touch. He's starting to drift off, the exhaustion catching up to him. Sanemi notices this and smirks again.
"Sleep. You'll need your energy for later." He pulls the covers over Giyuu and stands up, stretching. He grabs his cigar and heads to the bathroom to shower, leaving Giyuu alone in the bed. As the water runs in the bathroom, Giyuu finally closes his eyes and falls asleep.
The room is quiet now, save for the sound of the shower. The marks on his body are already starting to bruise. Sanemi emerges from the bathroom a while later, dressed in a fresh suit. He looks at Giyuu's sleeping form and smirks again. He goes to his desk and checks his phone, seeing several messages from his men about the new development.
He ignores them for now, knowing they can wait. He has more important things to focus on - like training Giyuu and ensuring his loyalty. Giyuu wakes up late in the afternoon. He feels sore all over, but he forces himself to get up. He dresses in clean clothes and heads out, his mind still processing the events of the previous night. He needs to see his sister and Kanae - they'll be able to tell something is off.
He makes his way to Tsutako's place, where she lives with Kanae. As he walks, he notices the slight sheen on his skin. He frowns and tries to hide it, pulling his shirt collar up a bit. He hopes Tsutako won't notice right away. He arrives at the house and knocks on the door. Tsutako opens it, her eyes immediately narrowing when she sees him.
"Giyuu? You look... different." She says suspiciously, studying his face and the way he's holding himself. Kanae appears behind Tsutako, her pink eyes also taking in Giyuu's appearance. She tilts her head slightly, a knowing look on her face.
"Come in, Giyuu. We were just about to have tea." She says gently, stepping aside to let him in. She can clearly tell something happened, but she's waiting for him to speak first. Giyuu steps inside, trying to act normal. He sits down at the table where the tea is set up. Tsutako and Kanae sit across from him, both watching him carefully. The silence is thick with unasked questions. Tsutako finally breaks the silence, pouring tea for herself and Kanae.
"You're quieter than usual. Did something happen with Sanemi?" She asks directly, not beating around the bush. Kanae takes a sip of her tea, her eyes fixed on Giyuu's neck where some of the hickeys are visible. Kanae notices the blush and exchanges a glance with Tsutako. Tsutako raises an eyebrow, a mix of concern and curiosity on her face. "Giyuu, you're blushing. That's rare." She comments. She leans forward slightly, trying to get a better look at his neck.
"And those marks... are those new?" Giyuu touches his neck instinctively, realizing the marks are exposed. He curses inwardly. He can't lie to his sister, but he doesn't want to tell her the truth either. Kanae sets her cup down, her expression becoming more serious.
"Those look like... bite marks." She says quietly. Tsutako's eyes widen slightly. Tsutako looks confused by Kanae's happy scream. She looks at her girlfriend, then back at Giyuu. "Kanae, what are you so happy about?" She asks, puzzled by the sudden change in mood. Kanae is practically bouncing in her seat now. Kanae grins widely.
"I think Giyuu has a lover!" She exclaims. Tsutako's jaw drops. "What? No way. Giyuu doesn't have time for that." She says, looking at Giyuu with disbelief. Giyuu groans and hides his face in his hands. Kanae giggles.
"Oh come on, Tsutako. Look at him! He's all flustered. It's so obvious!" She points out. Tsutako stares at Giyuus with a mix of shock and suspicion. "Is that true, Giyuu? Do you have a lover?" She asks, her tone more serious now. She wants the truth from her brother. Giyuu peeks through his fingers, avoiding eye contact. He doesn't know how to answer without confirming it. Kanae nudges him playfully.
"Just admit it! We won't tell anyone." She promises, though her eyes sparkle with excitement at the gossip. Tsutako crosses her arms, waiting for his response. She's not going to let this go easily. She can tell he's hiding something big.
"Giyuu, if you don't tell us, I'll just keep guessing. And I have a feeling I'm not going to like any of my guesses." She warns, her protective sister instincts kicking in. She's already thinking of all the dangerous people he could be involved with. Giyuu sighs deeply. He knows he's trapped. He looks at Kanae first, who's practically vibrating with anticipation, then at Tsutako, who's giving him the 'tell me now' look. He finally lowers his hands and mutters. "...It's not a serious thing... more sex." He says weakly. That's basically a confirmation for them. Kanae squeals again, clapping her hands. Tsutako's eyes widen even more, if that's possible.
"I knew it! Who is it? Do we know them?" She demands, leaning forward again. Giyuu regrets coming here now. Kanae leans in too, both women looking like they're about to interrogate him. Giyuu glances at the door, contemplating a quick escape.
"It's... complicated. You don't know them. And it's not serious. Like I said." He repeats, hoping they'll drop it. But he knows they won't. Kanae gasp when she realised it because Shinobu told her a few things. "Is it Sanemi?! Oh my god you are a bottom!" Giyuu freezes. His eyes widen in shock and horror. How the hell did she guess that?
Tsutako gasps. "Sanemi? The mafia boss?!" She exclaims, her voice rising. She looks absolutely scandalized now. Kanae is grinning from ear to ear, having hit the nail on the head. Giyuu is speechless. He's completely flustered and panicking inside. "How... how did you..." He stammers, unable to finish his sentence. He's been caught red-handed. Tsutako puts her hand on her forehead, looking like she's about to faint.
"Giyuu, are you insane? You're sleeping with a mobster? And he's your boss! This is dangerous! This is so dangerous!" She says, her voice filled with worry and disbelief. She looks at the bite marks again, connecting the dots. "That's why you're all marked up... oh my god..." Kanae jumps around. "I want all the juicy details. Come on Giyuu tell us." Giyuu shakes his head vigorously.
"No. Absolutely not. I'm not telling you anything else." He says firmly, crossing his arms defensively. But Kanae and Tsutako are not backing down. They're like sharks smelling blood now. "Oh come on! We won't tell anyone, we promise! Just a little bit!" Tsutako nods in agreement with Kanae, her eyes pleading.
"Please, Giyuu. We need to know if you're in trouble. That man is dangerous for many reasons. Is he... treating you well at least?" She asks, a hint of protectiveness in her tone. She's still worried about his safety, even if he's sleeping with the enemy. Giyuu hesitates. He knows Sanemi isn't exactly the most gentle person, but he also knows that he's been surprisingly careful with him. He sighs again, conflicted.
"He... he doesn't hurt me if that's what you're asking. Well he is obviously top and very muscular..." He concedes a little bit, not wanting to worry them too much. He doesn't want to tell them about the power dynamic or the other things that happen behind closed doors. Kanae raises an eyebrow at his vague answer, sensing there's more. She leans back, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Just muscular? That's it? Nothing else to share?" She presses, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Tsutako shoots her a warning look, but she's also curious.
"He is not to rough and stops when I tell him. That really surprised me... He really has a big cock, thick and veiny. Er, what else, oh yea he likes when I ride him." Both women's eyes widen at that revelation. Tsutako's face turns red, while Kanae's grin widens even more, if possible. "Ohhh, so he lets you take control sometimes? That's unexpected from a man like him." Kanae says, clearly enjoying this information. Tsutako looks both relieved and embarrassed.
"Giyuu... I didn't need to know that about my brother's sex life." Giyuu feels his face burning. He's never talked about this with his sister before. He buries his face in his hands again, groaning. "You two are the worst. I shouldn't have said anything." He mutters, regretting his honesty. Kanae laughs.
"Too late now! This is too good!" The rest of the day is filled with more teasing from Kanae and awkwardness from Tsutako. Giyuus tries to avoid the topic, but they keep bringing it up. They even start making jokes about how he must be a good rider to get a mob boss to listen. Eventually, Giyuu decides he's had enough and makes an excuse to leave early, claiming he has more work to do. He practically flees from their apartment, hearing Kanae call after him about practicing for Sanemi.
As he walks away, he can still hear their giggles. He shakes his head, trying to forget the conversation. He pulls out his phone and sees a message from Sanemi asking when he'll be back. He replies quickly, telling him he'll be there soon. He wonders if he should tell Sanemi about his sisters knowing about their... arrangement. Giyuu arrives at the office, trying to act normal. Sanemi is sitting at his desk, looking up as he enters. He notices something different about Giyuu's demeanor.
"You look flustered. What happened?" He asks, his eyes narrowing slightly. He gestures for Giyuu to come closer. Giyuu approaches cautiously, still feeling embarrassed. He stands in front of the desk, fidgeting with his sleeve.
"Nothing... just had a weird conversation with my sister and her girlfriend." He says vaguately, not meeting Sanemi's gaze. He can feel his heart racing slightly, thinking about what he revealed earlier. Sanemi raises an eyebrow, sensing there's more to it. He leans back in his chair, studying Giyuu with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
"What kind of conversation? And what did they say?" He asks, his tone casual but commanding. He can tell something is making Giyuu uncomfortable, and he wants to know what it is. He knows Giyuu has a complicated relationship with his family. Giyuu swallows hard. He knows he should tell him, but he's not sure how he'll react. He glances at the door, making sure it's closed.
"They... they asked about us. And they guessed... about us sleeping together." He admits quietly, finally looking at Sanemi. Sanemi's expression doesn't change immediately. He processes this information, his jaw clenching slightly. He leans forward again, resting his elbows on the desk.
"And how did they guess? Did you tell them?" His voice is low, almost a growl. He's not angry at Giyuu, but he's not pleased either. He doesn't like the idea of people knowing his business, especially not family members. Giyuu shakes his head quickly. "No! I didn't tell them everything. Just that... that we're involved. And some details." He adds the last part reluctantly. He can see the tension in Sanemi's shoulders.
"I didn't give them specifics, I swear." Sanemi stands up abruptly, running a hand through his white hair in frustration. He walks around the desk, stopping in front of Giyuu.
"Details? What kind of details, Giyuu?" He demands, his eyes darkening. He's not happy about this at all. He doesn't want anyone knowing how intimate they are, especially not Giyuu's family. Giyuu takes a step back, feeling cornered. He can see the possessiveness in Sanemi's eyes. He knows he should have been more careful.
"Just... about the marks. And that I ride you sometimes." He says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He braces himself for Sanemi's reaction. Sanemi's eyes flash with something dangerous. He grabs Giyuu's chin, forcing him to look up at him. "You shouldn't have told them anything. Those are our private moments." He says through gritted teeth. His thumb brushes over one of the marks on Giyuu's neck possessively.
"And you should have come to me first before telling anyone about our arrangement." Sanemi's anger quickly turns into desire as he pushes Giyuu against the desk. He doesn't care about the office setting anymore. He needs to assert his dominance again after hearing about the revelation. He lifts Giyuu up onto the desk, papers scattering to the floor. He presses his body against him, his hands gripping his hips tightly.
"You're mine. Remember that." He growls against his ear, claiming him once more. Giyuu gasps as he's manhandled. He wraps his legs around Sanemi's waist instinctively, his earlier embarrassment forgotten in the heat of the moment. He knows he's in trouble, but his body responds to Sanemi's touch anyway.
"I know. I know I am." He breathes out, his blue eyes darkening with lust. The desk creaks under their weight as Sanemi starts to undress him urgently. Sanemi rips off Giyuu's shirt, not caring about the buttons. He runs his hands over his chest, leaving more marks with his mouth. He's marking him again, making sure everyone knows who he belongs to.
"You need to learn to keep your mouth shut about our business." He says between kisses, his voice rough with both anger and desire. He grinds against him, the desk digging into Giyuu's' back. Giyuu arches into him, a mix of pleasure and pain from the desk. He tangles his fingers in Sanemi's white hair, pulling slightly.
"I'll try... but they won't stop asking questions." He manages to say, his voice shaky. He can feel Sanemi's hardness against him, knowing exactly what he wants to do to shut him up. The thought of being caught only seems to excite him more. Sanemi doesn't waste any more time. He unbuckles his own pants quickly, then yanks Giyuu's' pants down. He spreads his legs wider, exposing him completely on his desk.
"Then I'll have to keep you too busy to answer them." He says darkly, reaching for the drawer where he keeps lube. He prepares him roughly, not being as gentle as he usually is in their private moments.Giyuu bites his lip to suppress a moan. The edge of the desk is uncomfortable, but he doesn't care. He watches as Sanemi rolls on a condom, his eyes locked on him with intense possessiveness.
"Sanemi... someone might hear." He warns, though he makes no move to stop him. The thrill of being in the office, the danger of getting caught, only heightens his arousal. Sanemi smirks at his warning, not caring about that either. He positions himself between Giyuu's legs, gripping his thighs.
"Let them hear. Let them know who you belong to." He thrusts into him hard and deep, setting a punishing pace. The desk scrapes against the floor with each movement. Giyuu moans loudly now, unable to hold it back. The desk creaks louder, papers falling off completely. He clutches onto Sanemi's shoulders, his nails digging into his skin.
"Fuck... you're being rougher than usual." He pants, his head falling back as Sanemi hits his sweet spot with each thrust. Sanemi leans down, biting his neck hard enough to leave another mark. He doesn't answer, too focused on claiming him thoroughly. He angles his hips to hit that spot again and again, wanting to hear more of those sounds.
"You like it rough, don't you? My slutty assassin." He growls against his skin, his breathing harsh. Giyuu whimpers at the name, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach. He's a mess already, completely at Sanemi's mercy on his desk. "Yes... only for you, boss." He admits, his voice wrecked. The title he uses in their professional setting now sounding even more submissive in this context.
Sanemi continues fucking him roughly on the desk, dominating him completely. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the desk hitting the wall echoes in the office. He pulls Giyuu up slightly, changing the angle so he can go even deeper. He's marking every inch of skin he can reach, claiming him as his own property. His grip on Giyuu is bruising, not letting him move an inch away from him. He's showing him who's in charge, both in their arrangement and in this moment. Giyuu is trembling, overwhelmed by the intensity. His eyes are glazed with pleasure, tears of pleasure forming at the corners.
He's close, but Sanemi hasn't touched his cock yet, wanting to make him come untouched. Sanemi suddenly stops, still buried deep inside him. He looks down at him with dark, possessive eyes."Say it again. Who do you belong to?" He demands, needing to hear it one more time while he's completely under his control. Giyuu's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. He looks up at Sanemi with desperate eyes, his pride completely gone.
"I belong to you, Sanemi. Only you. Your assassin, your toy." He says breathlessly, his voice trembling with need. He's so close to the edge, teetering on the brink just from being filled by him. Sanemi sits at his chair, one hand in Giyuu's hair as he works on some documents. He's trying to focus on the papers, but Giyuu's mouth is making it difficult. He occasionally glances down at him, seeing his blue eyes looking up at him while he sucks.
He tightens his grip in his hair, not pulling him away but keeping him in place. He smirks slightly, enjoying the power he has over him even while doing boring work. He continues working, occasionally letting out a low groan. He's trying to maintain his composure, but Giyuu is skilled with his tongue. He pushes the papers aside slightly, giving him more access.
"Keep going. And don't stop until I finish this." He orders, his voice rough with pleasure. He knows he should be concentrating on the business, but having Giyuu like this is too tempting to resist. The assistant freezes in the doorway, eyes widening at the scene. Sanemi doesn't even look up, as if this is a normal occurrence. He keeps his grip on Giyuu's hair, not letting him stop. He gestures for the assistant to leave the papers on the desk and get out.
"Put it there and close the door." He says coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. The assistant quickly does as told, practically running out of the office with a flushed face. Once the door clicks shut, Sanemi chuckles darkly. He looks down at Giyuu with a satisfied smirk. "Now they'll definitely talk. About how you're my little distraction." He pulls him off slightly, letting him breathe.
"But you're still not done here." Giyuus coughs slightly, his lips swollen. He looks both embarrassed and aroused by being walked in on. He knows the whole office will know now. "Sanemi... you're enjoying this too much." He says hoarsely, his voice hoarse from use. He licks his lips, still tasting him. After they finish, Sanemi finally allows Giyuus to rest. He helps him up from the floor, noticing the marks he left on him. He doesn't apologize for being rough, but he does grab a towel to clean him up.
"You did well today. Even with the interruption." He says gruffly, his tone softer now. He hands him his clothes, knowing he needs to get dressed again. Giyuus dresses silently, his body aching in all the right ways. He glances at the new paperwork on the desk, knowing he'll have to face the rumors and whispers tomorrow. Sanemi returns to his seat, straightening his own clothes. He looks at Giyuus with a calculating gaze.
"Remember our deal. Don't forget who you belong to, even outside of this room." He says firmly, as if reminding him again of their arrangement. The business comes first, always.