Words: 3464
Which universe: Collage world/Normal world
Which label: A bit smut/Normal
Top: Giyuu
Bottom: Sanemi
About: Sanemi is a designer, trying to draw Giyuu for a project, but he's irritated—not by the work, but by his own desire. So both let their desires take a bit control. They are at the same college and have the same friends so they know each other good.
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Giyuu is posing with his shirt lifted in his mouth, showing off his abdomen, hands in his pockets, just like in the picture, silent and provocative.Sanemi tries to keep his focus, but Giyuu's body and silent stare make him nervous and excited. Giyuu notices this, moves up behind him, and whispers in Sanemi's ear, hinting that he's drawing with desire.
Sanemi tries to hide it, but the mood heats up when Giyuu sits between his legs and asks. "Are you going to finish the drawing... or do you want to use the real body to study every curve?" Sanemi is speechless, completely caught up in the sexual tension in the air, realizing Giyuu is taking control with just his body and gaze.
Giyuu smirks slightly at Sanemi's reaction, his blue eyes darkening with intent. He leans back against Sanemi's knees, the position deliberately intimate. The drawing paper sits forgotten as Giyuu waits for an answer, the air thick with unspoken tension. His fingers tap lightly on his own stomach, drawing attention to the exposed skin there. Sanemi swallows hard, his eyes fixed on those defined abs. His artistic hand clenches the pencil tighter, wanting to trace them on paper but also in reality. Giyuu's breathing is steady, controlled, contrasting with the rapid beating of Sanemi's heart. He knows exactly what effect he's having.
The session continues with Sanemi struggling to maintain professionalism. Giyuu occasionally shifts positions, "adjusting" his clothes "accidentally." Each movement sends a jolt through Sanemi. At one point, Giyuu pretends to stretch, his back arching slightly. The movement exposes more of his spine, and Sanemi has to look away quickly to hide his flushed face.
Finally, Giyuu stands up completely, stretching for real now. He doesn't bother fixing his shirt, letting it stay bunched up. He walks to the small fridge in the studio, bending down to get a water bottle. The motion causes his back muscles to ripple, and he glances back at Sanemi over his shoulder. "You're staring at my back now? How interesting." Sanemi's mouth goes dry. He's torn between looking away and staring more. His artistic pride is fighting his personal desires.
Giyuu takes his time with the water, deliberately taking small sips. The sound of the bottle clicking against his teeth is almost mocking. "The drawing's coming along... but I feel like something's missing from the model." He turns to face Sanemi again, the bottle still at his lips. Sanemi's eyes dart to Giyuu's mouth, then back to his sketch. He's breathing heavily now, trying to control his voice.
"What... what do you suggest I add?"
His voice comes out rougher than intended, betraying his state of mind. Giyuu sets the bottle down slowly, deliberately slow. He steps closer to Sanemi's workspace. "Perhaps more... emotion. More passion." He leans over the desk, his face close to Sanemi's drawing, but his eyes on Sanemi's flushed face. "You seem to be lacking that today." His tone is casual, but there's a challenge in it.
Sanemi's jaw tightens. He knows Giyuu is calling him out. The proximity isn't helping his focus either. "I'm trying to be professional. This is a serious project." He forces the words out, though his eyes keep betraying him by flicking to Giyuu's bare torso again. Giyuu chuckles softly, a low sound that sends a shiver down Sanemi's spine. "Professional? With me half-dressed like this? You're holding back quite a bit." He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest, still shirtless.
"Maybe you need a different approach. A more... intimate perspective. I've read an online article that feeling the body might help."
His eyes gleam with mischief and something else - knowing he has Sanemi wrapped around his finger. Sanemi's grip on the pencil becomes painful. His knuckles turn white. The idea of "feeling" Giyuu's body for reference is both tempting and dangerous. "That's... that's not necessary." He tries to sound firm, but it comes out as a weak protest. Giyuu raises an eyebrow, unconvinced by his weak response. "Are you sure? I could pose in different positions. Let you get the angles right."
Sanemi's breath hitches. His mind races with images of those positions. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. "I have... I have references." He gestures vaguely to his sketchbook, where he's drawn similar models before. But they're not Giyuu. They don't affect him like this. Giyuu leans against the desk, trapping Sanemi between him and the desk. "Those references don't have my... unique features, do they?"
Sanemi's back hits the desk edge. He's literally cornered now. Giyuu's unique features - the ones that make him a top model - are the exact problem. "No..." He admits reluctantly, looking anywhere but at Giyuu's face. His body is tense, coiled like a spring. Giyuu smirks again, victorious. He reaches out and lightly touches the paper, right where Sanemi has drawn his abs. "Then let me help you. For the art."
Giyuu's fingers hook into the waistband of his pants, but he doesn't remove them completely. He's testing Sanemi's limits. "Just to show you the right curve." His voice is smooth, velvety dark. Sanemi's breathing becomes erratic. His professional facade is crumbling rapidly. He should stop this, should tell Giyuu to stop, but he can't move. He's glued to the spot, mesmerized by the sight.
Giyuu notices his paralysis and takes it as permission. He pulls the pants down slightly, revealing more of his hips. "The hip bone connects here... see how it angles down?" He explains clinically, as if discussing anatomy in class. Sanemi's eyes follow the line of Giyuu's hip bone. His artistic eye can't help but analyze it, even as his mind screams at him to look away. His pencil is still in his hand, forgotten and useless now.
Giyuu watches Sanemi's reaction closely, enjoying the internal struggle he's causing. He shifts his stance, deliberately making the movement more visible. "You should take notes. For your 'professional' work." The sarcasm is thick in his tone now. Sanemi's eyes snap up at that, then quickly down again. He's caught the obvious bulge. His own body responds involuntarily, betraying his arousal.
Giyuu doesn't even try to hide it. He's fully aware of the effect he's having on Sanemi now. He's enjoying the power dynamic completely. "Oh? Is this... an artistic response too?" He asks innocently, a smirk playing on his lips. Sanemi swallows hard again, his throat dry. His own pants feel uncomfortably tight. He's flushed from his face to his chest now. Giyuu takes a step closer, closing the distance between them even more. He leans down, his face inches from Sanemi's.
"You're flushed, Sanemi. This is quite the reaction for just anatomy study."
His breath fans across Sanemi's face, hot and intimate. Sanemi forces his voice to work, though it comes out strangled. "This is... inappropriate." It's a weak protest, and they both know it. His eyes dart to the door, then back to Giyuu, conflicted. Giyuu chuckles darkly. "Inappropriate for what? For the art? Or for you to want me?"
Sanemi clenches his teeth. He's caught. He can't deny the want anymore. His artistic drive is mixing dangerously with his desire. "Both," he admits through gritted teeth. "You're my model. I can't..." He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Can't what? Can't touch? Can't feel? Giyuu straightens up again, towering over Sanemi. He looks down at him with darkened eyes.
"Can't what, Sanemi? Can't focus? Can't resist? I think you can. I think you're just making excuses." He runs a hand through his own hair, the movement drawing attention to his defined arms. "I see how you look at me. Every session. Every line. You want to touch the real thing more than the paper." In a sudden burst of frustration and desire, Sanemi snaps. He stands up abruptly, knocking his chair back. His sketchbook falls to the floor with a thud.
He grabs Giyuu by the shoulders, pushing him against the wall beside them. Their lips crash together roughly, all the pent-up tension exploding in that kiss.
Giyuu responds immediately, one hand gripping Sanemi's hair, the other gripping his waist. He's been waiting for this, planning it with every teasing pose. Sanemi doesn't even realize he's submitted until he feels Giyuu taking control of the kiss. His body is pressed against the wall now, Giyuu's strength evident as he holds him there.
Giyuu deepens the kiss, dominating it completely. His tongue seeks entrance to Sanemi's mouth, claiming it as his own. He bites Sanemi's lower lip, a silent declaration of who's in charge here. Sanemi groans into the kiss, his hands gripping Giyuu's shoulders tighter. He's never been kissed like this before - so thoroughly, so possessively. His artistic mind is short-circuiting, overwhelmed by the real thing against him.
Giyuu's hand moves from his hair to his jaw, tilting his head for better access. He pulls back slightly, only to attack Sanemi's neck now, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. Sanemi's head falls back against the wall with a thud, exposing more of his neck. His breathing is ragged, his chest heaving. He should be stopping this, but his body is betraying him completely. Giyuu smirks against his skin, feeling the pulse racing there. He sucks lightly, leaving a mark - a claim. His hand slides down Sanemi's side, stopping at his hip.
"You taste like frustration," he murmurs against his skin. "And desire." The door swings open without warning. Giyuu freezes for a split second, but doesn't immediately pull away. He recognizes the voices of his friends. Mitsuri's cheerful voice carries first.
"Sanemi! We brought snacks for the—" She stops abruptly, taking in the scene. Obanai is right behind her, his eyes widening at the sight of his best friend and Giyuu in such a compromising position.
The atmosphere in the room shifts instantly from heated to frozen. Mitsuri gasps, her hand covering her mouth. Obanai's expression darkens dangerously. Giyuu finally steps back, putting a respectful distance between them. He turns to face the doorway, his face now a mask of calm indifference, though his eyes still hold a hint of possession. Sanemi remains against the wall, mortified and flustered, his lips swollen and the mark on his neck visible.
Mitsuri's eyes dart between them, her cheeks flushing. She clutches the snack bag tightly. "Oh my... I'm so sorry! We should have knocked!" Obanai steps forward protectively beside her, his gaze fixed on Giyuu with clear accusation. "What the hell is going on here, Sanemi?" His voice is low and dangerous. He's already seen enough to know something was happening.
Sanemi pushes himself off the wall, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He tries to compose himself, but his face is still flushed. "It's not... it's not what it looks like," he lies weakly. Giyuu raises an eyebrow at his friend's attempt to salvage the situation. He stays silent, letting Sanemi dig his own grave. Obanai's eyes narrow further at the obvious lie.
"Really? Because it looks like you were about to devour each other." Mitsuri gasp, she is completely red now and tries not to scream out off joy for her friend. Mitsuri's gasp doesn't go unnoticed by Giyuu. He notices her reaction - the joy she's trying to hide. He smirks slightly, realizing she might be supportive of this. Obanai notices it too and shoots her a confused glance. "Mitsuri, why are you...?" He trails off, looking back at Sanemi with suspicion. Sanemi shoots Mitsuri a pleading look, silently begging her not to say anything about his crush on Giyuu.
Mitsuri bites her lip, torn between her friend's secret and the situation. She fidgets with the snack bag nervously. Giyuu decides to speak up now, his voice calm and collected. "We were just discussing the anatomy of the body. For the project." He lies smoothly, maintaining eye contact with Obanai. It's a bold move, claiming it was just work when they both know it wasn't. Obanai's jaw clenches, clearly not buying it. "With your shirt in your mouth and him pressed against the wall? That's your definition of 'discussion'?"
Sanemi winces at Giyuu's boldness. He knows that excuse is weak. Mitsuri can't hold back anymore and giggles quietly, confirming Giyuu's claim. Giyuu turns to her with a knowing look.
"See? Even your friend agrees." Obanai looks at Mitsuri incredulously. "Mitsuri, you knew about this?" His tone is accusatory now, shifting his glare between the three of them.
Sanemi is sitting at a café with Tengen and Mitsuri. He's been grumpy all day, still embarrassed about the morning incident. They've been relentlessly teasing him about his reaction to Giyuu. Tengen leans back in his chair, grinning widely. "Come on, Sanemi. You can't deny it. You practically melted when he kissed you." Mitsuri giggles again, sipping her drink. "And the way you were looking at him in those pictures... so thirsty!"
Sanemi slams his coffee cup down. "Shut up! I was not thirsty. I was... appreciating the art." Tengen bursts out laughing. "Art my ass. You were drooling over his abs. Admit it, you want him to pin you down again." Mitsuri nods enthusiastically. "He's right! You're totally the bottom in this scenario."
Sanemi's face turns red again, this time from anger and embarrassment.
"I am not! And even if I was, that's none of your business!" Tengen leans forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
"Oh, but it is. We're your friends. We see how you get all flustered around him. How you can't even finish a drawing without getting distracted by his 'pose'." He makes air quotes with his fingers, smirking.
Mitsuri adds with a mischievous smile: "And did you see that mark on your neck? He marked you, Sanemi. Like a claim." Sanemi instinctively touches his neck where the mark is still visible. He scowls deeply, feeling exposed. "It's just a hickey. That means nothing."
Tengen raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing him. "Just a hickey? Then why are you so defensive about it? You're usually so cocky."
Mitsuri leans in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Did you like it though? Being claimed by Giyuu?" Sanemi's eyes widen at her direct question. He looks away, his pride warring with his honest feelings. "I... I didn't say that. And I'm not answering that." Tengen snorts. "That's a yes if I ever heard one. You're so easy to read, man."
He exchanges a knowing look with Mitsuri. Mitsuri giggles again, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Aww, our Sanemi is getting all shy. This is adorable." Sanemi glares at them both, his face now a mix of red and white.
"I'm not adorable. I'm dangerous. And I could kick both your asses right now." He tries to sound threatening, but it comes out more like a petulant child. Tengen puts his hands up in mock surrender, still grinning.
"Sure you can. Right after you finish your coffee and stop thinking about Giyuu's 'dangerous' body." Mitsuri gasps dramatically. "Ooh, he admitted he thinks about it!" The three of them turn to the door as Giyuu enters the café. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt now, having changed from the morning's revealing outfit. He spots their group and walks over, his expression as calm as ever.
Tengen and Mitsuri exchange excited glances, noticing how Sanemi tenses up immediately at Giyuu's appearance. They try to hide their smirks. Giyuu stops at their table, his eyes briefly flicking to Sanemi before addressing the group.
"Hello." His voice is deep and smooth. He doesn't mention the incident, acting as if nothing happened between them earlier. He pulls out a chair and sits down casually, directly across from Sanemi. He is stiff in his seat, trying to act normal but failing miserably.
He's hyper-aware of Giyuu's presence now, especially after their friends' teasing. Mitsuri beams at Giyuu, breaking the tension.
"Giyuu! What a coincidence seeing you here!" She's clearly playing it cool for Sanemi's sake. Tengen just watches the interaction with amusement, sipping his drink. Giyuu nods at Mitsuri, then looks at Sanemi directly. His eyes hold a hint of that earlier intensity.
"Working on more drawings today?" Sanemi swallows hard, his throat dry. He forces himself to meet Giyuu's gaze.
"Yeah. Just... taking a break." His voice comes out slightly strained. He's acutely aware of the mark on his neck and how close Giyuu is now. Tengen snickers quietly, enjoying this. Mitsuri kicks Tengen under the table to shut him up.Sanemi freezes as Giyuu's fingers brush against the mark. His breath hitches, and he can feel his face burning hotter. He shoots a warning look at Giyuu, who maintains his stoic expression but with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. Tengen chokes on his drink, trying not to laugh. Mitsuri covers her mouth to suppress a squeal.
Giyuu doesn't remove his hand, letting it linger for a moment before pulling back slowly. "Still visible." Sanemi grits his teeth, feeling both embarrassed and flustered by the public display. He wants to snap at Giyuu for being so bold, but he's too flustered to speak properly.
"You did that on purpose," he finally manages to whisper, low enough for only Giyuu to hear. Giyuu's lips curve into the faintest smirk. "And you liked it. That's why you didn't cover it."
Sanemi shifts uncomfortably as Giyuu moves closer, now sitting right beside him. The distance between them is minimal now, their shoulders almost touching. The proximity is driving Sanemi crazy, making it even harder to act normal. Tengen and Mitsuri are practically vibrating with excitement at this development. They're watching like this is some sort of romantic drama unfolding before them. Giyuu leans slightly towards Sanemi, speaking quietly so only he can hear again.
"Did you finish the drawing of me?" Sanemi glances at his friends, who are pretending to be interested in their drinks but obviously eavesdropping. He then looks at Giyuu, his voice barely above a whisper. "No. I... got distracted." He admits this reluctantly, the truth of his artistic block being both Giyuu and his own feelings. His hand unconsciously moves to cover the hickey again, as if trying to hide it from Giyuu's view.
Giyuu's smirk grows slightly wider, pleased with the effect he has on Sanemi's ability to concentrate. Giyuu notices the protective gesture. He leans in even closer, his voice now a low rumble.
"Maybe I should pose again. For a longer time. In different angles." His words are suggestive, a clear reference to their earlier session. He's enjoying teasing Sanemi like this, in front of others who can't hear but can tell something is happening.
Sanemi's eyes widen slightly, his heart racing at the suggestion. He shoots another look at his friends, who are now trying very hard not to look at them.
The tension is unbearable. Sanemi knows he needs to get out of this situation before he does something stupid, like agree with Giyuu's proposal. He stands abruptly, grabbing his things.
"I need air. Excuse me." He practically flees the café, leaving Giyuu, Tengen, and Mitsuri at the table. As he exits, he can hear Mitsuri's excited whisper to Tengen: "Did you see that? He's totally whipped!"
Outside, Sanemi leans against the wall, taking deep breaths. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. He can't believe how easily Giyuu can unravel him. He pulls out his phone, staring at the unfinished drawing of Giyuu on his screen. The same one that made him lose his mind earlier. Inside, Giyuu watches Sanemi leave through the window, his expression unreadable. He takes a slow sip of his drink, completely composed, while Tengen and Mitsuri are discussing what just happened in rapid whispers.
Later that evening, Sanemi is back at his apartment, pacing. He's tried to work on other things, but his mind keeps returning to Giyuu. To that damn pose. To the way he said "marked" him. He throws himself onto his couch, groaning. He knows he needs to finish the drawing, but he's afraid of what might happen if he sees Giyuu again. Of what he might do. His phone buzzes with a message. Sanemi looks at his phone with dread. It's a message from Giyuu.
Giyuu:
"I'm free tomorrow.
For more reference."
The message is short and direct, but it sends a jolt through Sanemi. He stares at it for a long time, his thumb hovering over the reply button. He can already feel himself giving in to the temptation.