Words: 4291
Which universe: Normal world
Which label: Hardcore Smut
Top: Sanemi
Bottom: Giyuu
About: Sanemi and Giyuu are dating for months. He is in a hotel room because he is on a business trip away from Giyuu. Sanemi is horny as hell and he decide to call Giyuu for phone sex.
Note: Hi Pookies,
I tried a new writing style hope you like it, but I think it's not that good.
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Sanemi paced restlessly around the dimly lit hotel room, his body thrumming with pent-up desire. It had been three long weeks since he'd last seen Giyuu, touched him, tasted his lips... The distance was driving him crazy.
Unable to resist any longer, he grabbed his phone and dialed Giyuu's number with shaking fingers. As soon as Giyuu picked up, Sanemi growled, "Hey baby, it's me. Fuck, I miss you so much already..." He palmed himself through his jeans as he listened to Giyuu's soft greeting. "I can't stop thinking about you," Sanemi continued huskily. "About your body pressed against mine, your lips on my neck... Shit, I'm so hard for you right now." Sanemi's breathing grew heavier as he unzipped his fly, freeing his aching erection.
"God, Giyuu... I wish you were here with me," he groaned, stroking himself slowly. "I'd push you down on the bed and kiss you until you're dizzy. Run my hands all over this perfect fucking body I miss so much." He could hear Giyuu's quiet gasp on the other end of the line and it only fueled his arousal. "Tell me what you're wearing, baby. Describe it to me while I jerk my cock thinking about peeling those clothes off you..."
Sanemi demanded, his voice rough with need as he pumped his shaft faster. "Fuck, I need to hear your voice. Let me know how badly you want me too..." Sanemi's hips bucked into his fist as he imagined Giyuu's slender form, picturing every inch of smooth pale skin he craved to caress. "I bet you're touching yourself too, aren't you Giyuu?" he rasped, his thumb swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. "Stroking this pretty dick, getting it nice and hard for me... Fuck, I want to taste you so bad."
He licked his lips, remembering Giyuu's unique flavor. "Remember our last night together? How I ate your ass until you were begging for my cock?" Sanemi groaned, picking up the pace of his strokes. "I'm gonna do that again when I get back. Gonna bury my face between these thighs and tongue-fuck this tight little hole 'til you scream."
Sanemi's moans grew louder and more desperate as he lost himself in the fantasy, in the sound of Giyuu's shaky breaths on the other end of the line. "Shit, I'm close already," he grunted, his hand flying over his slick shaft. "Keep talking to me Giyuu. Tell me how good it feels, how much you need it. Need to hear that sweet voice while I cum all over myself wishing it was you." His abs clenched and toes curled as the pressure built rapidly in his core. "Fuck, I love you so much it hurts. Love this body, this soul, everything about you,"
Sanemi confessed brokenly, tears of frustration and overwhelming emotion pricking at his eyes. "Cum with me baby." Giyuu's breath hitched as he listened to Sanemi's heated words, feeling the intensity of his lover's desire through the phone. His own hand moved faster over his aching length, chasing the pleasure Sanemi's voice promised. "Ah... Sanemi..." he gasped softly, the sound muffled as if he'd covered the mouthpiece with his palm.
"I've missed you so much too," Giyuu admitted, his usually stoic tone cracking with emotion and arousal. "Miss the way you touch me, claim me... Like I'm yours alone." He shifted on the bed, spreading his legs wider as he imagined Sanemi between them. "I'm not wearing much - just thin pajama pants. Easy access for you,"
Giyuu murmured, a rare playfulness entering his voice. Giyuu's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his thin pajama bottoms, teasing along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs before brushing over his most intimate area. He let out a shuddering moan, the sound sending electricity down Sanemi's spine. "Nnnh... S-Sanemi," he whimpered, slowly sinking one long digit into his tight heat. "Feels so empty without you inside me. Want your thick cock stretching me open, filling me up completely..."
Giyuu worked his finger deeper, curling it just so to brush against that special spot within him. His hips rocked instinctively, seeking more friction. "Aah...! I'm t-touching myself, imagining it's you," he confessed breathlessly, adding a second finger to join the first. Sanemi's entire body shuddered with pleasure at the erotic sounds spilling from Giyuu's lips, each whimper and moan stoking the flames of his desire higher. "Fuck yes, just like that baby," he groaned, his own hand moving frantically over his throbbing shaft. "Get yourself nice and ready for me. Wanna hear how wet you are, how much you need my cock."
The obscene squelching noises of Giyuu's fingers pumping in and out filled Sanemi's ear, making his hips buck erratically into his fist. "Shit, I'm gonna cum soon," he warned, his voice strained with impending release. "Paint yourself with it Giyuu. Mark this pretty body as mine while I coat myself in my own seed thinking of being buried deep inside you."
Sanemi's muscular arm flexed as he gripped his thick, heavily veined shaft, the swollen head an angry purple and leaking copious amounts of precum. His cock was long and girthy, nearly 11 inches of pure male perfection. A trail of dark hair led from his navel down to the base where his heavy balls rested, drawn tight with the need for release. His chest heaved with each labored breath, defined pecs glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Sanemi's abs rippled and clenched, each individual muscle clearly defined in the hotel room's dim lighting. He was the epitome of raw masculinity and strength, his body honed by years of training and battle.
With a guttural moan, Sanemi threw his head back, tendons standing out in his neck as his orgasm crashed over him. Sanemi's cock pulsed and twitched in his grip as he rode out the intense waves of his climax. The thick veins running along the underside of his shaft visibly throbbed, a testament to his incredible arousal. Pearlescent ropes of cum erupted from the slit, painting his chiseled abs and chest with streaks of his essence. His cockhead was particularly impressive - wide and mushroom-shaped, with a prominent ridge just below the tip.
Even in his post-orgasmic state, Sanemi remained semi-hard, his member still an imposing sight jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls at the base. The musky scent of his release permeated the air, a primal reminder of his virility and desire for Giyuu. On the other end of the phone, Giyuu lay sprawled on his bed, slender limbs splayed in wanton abandon as he worked his fingers in and out of his tight, fluttering hole. His pale skin was flushed a delicate pink, a light sheen of sweat making it glow in the low light. Giyuu's lean muscles trembled with each thrust of his digits, his lithe body undulating sensually.
A thin trail of precum leaked steadily from his own modest but perfectly formed cock, the clear fluid contrasting beautifully against his porcelain skin. Giyuu's chest rose and fell rapidly with each panting breath, drawing attention to his perky nipples pebbled in arousal. His long, silky black hair was mussed, some strands sticking to his damp forehead and cheeks flushed with pleasure. Giyuu let out a long, low moan that seemed to echo through the phone, the sound dripping with need and desperation. "Aaahn... S-Sanemi...!" he cried out, his voice breaking on a particularly sharp gasp as he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves inside himself.
The wet, obscene squelches of his fingers pumping in and out of his hole filled the silence between their ragged breaths. Giyuu's back arched off the bed, pressing his slender cock harder against his stomach as it leaked steadily, smearing his pale skin with precum. "I'm... I'm close too," he managed to grit out, his usual composure shattered by the intensity of his arousal. "Don't stop, please... Wanna cum with you..."
Sanemi's powerful body shook with the force of his release, thick ropes of cum splattering across his chiseled torso. He continued to stroke himself through the aftershocks, milking every last drop from his pulsing shaft. "Fuck, Giyuu...!" *he groaned, his voice rough and gravelly with satisfaction. "That was so hot, hearing you touch yourself for me..." As the haze of lust began to clear, Sanemi reached for some tissues to clean himself up, his movements languid and sated. He glanced down at the mess coating his abs and smirked.
"Mmm, wish you were here to lick this up, baby. Taste how much I came just thinking about you," he purred, his tone playful despite the lingering heat in his eyes. Emboldened by the intimacy of their phone sex session, Sanemi allowed his filthier impulses to take center stage. "I wanna see you, Giyuu. Want to watch these pretty fingers disappear into this tight little asshole," he growled, his voice low and seductive.
"Bet you'd look so good stretched around my cock, taking it deep like the desperate slut you are for me." Sanemi's hand drifted down to grope his half-hard shaft, giving it a slow pump. "Imagine it, baby. Me behind you, gripping these hips as I slam into you over and over. Filling you up with my cum until it's dripping out of you," he described vividly, his imagination running wild.
"Gonna mark you inside and out, make sure everyone knows you belong to me." Encouraged by Sanemi's vulgar words, Giyuu found his own dirty mouth loosening further. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan as he continued to finger himself. "Oh god, Sanemi... I need it so bad," he whimpered, his voice trembling with desperation. "Need your big, fat cock splitting me open, rearranging my insides until I can't walk straight."
Giyuu's free hand snaked between his legs to wrap around his own dripping shaft, stroking in time with the thrusts of his fingers buried deep in his ass. "Want you to fuck me raw, paint my walls white with your cum," he pleaded shamelessly, too far gone to care about propriety anymore.
"Fill me up until I'm overflowing, marking me as yours forevermore." The sound of rustling fabric and movement came through the phone, followed by a soft thud as if something had been set down. Giyuu's breathing was heavy and excited.* "I... I got a toy, Sanemi," he admitted shyly, a blush staining his cheeks. "Wanted to feel full, to imagine it was you inside me..."
There was a moment of silence, then a low moan as Giyuu presumably positioned the dildo at his entrance. "It's not as big as you, but... ahh... it's stretching me so good," he panted, slowly pushing the toy into his eager hole. "Wish it was your thick cock instead, filling me up completely..." Giyuu lay back on the bed, knees bent and spread wide as he worked the dildo deeper into his tight heat. Soft, breathy moans spilled from his lips with each inch that disappeared inside him, the obscene squelching noises filling the room.
"Haaah... S-Sanemi..." he whimpered, rolling his hips to take the toy even further. "Feels so good, but it's not enough... Not as big as your perfect cock." His slender hand stroked his weeping shaft in time with the thrusts of the dildo, pre-cum drooling steadily from the tip. Giyuu's back arched off the mattress, presenting himself wantonly as he chased his pleasure. "I'm... I'm getting close," he warned, his voice high and thready with impending release.
Sanemi listened intently to Giyuu's erotic moans and the lewd sounds of the dildo pumping in and out of his lover's hole, his spent cock twitching with renewed interest. He palmed himself slowly, coaxing it back to full hardness as he drank in every detail Giyuu shared. "That's it baby, take that toy like the greedy little thing you are," he encouraged huskily, his own hand moving faster over his thick shaft. "But don't you dare cum without me. Wanna hear you fall apart for real when I'm buried deep in this tight ass."
Sanemi's free hand pinched and rolled his nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. "Fuck, I can almost feel how hot and wet you are around that dildo." Lost in the erotic symphony of Giyuu's moans and the wet sounds of the dildo plunging in and out of his tight heat, Sanemi's hand flew over his rehardened shaft.
His calloused palm gripped the thick base as he pumped from root to tip, smearing the copious precum oozing from the flared head. "Unngh... G-Giyuu..." he grunted, his hips rocking into his fist urgently. The lewd schlicking noises coming from Giyuu's end of the phone only spurred Sanemi on, making him stroke faster and harder. His heavy balls drew up tight, the coil of pleasure winding tighter in his core with each passing second.
"Shit, I'm close again already," Sanemi panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. Through the phone, the distinct sound of a silicone dildo gliding in and out of Giyuu's slick hole could be heard, accompanied by his increasingly desperate moans and whimpers. "Aaahh... hnnngh... S-Sanemi..." Giyuu panted, his voice high and thready with pleasure as he worked the toy deeper and faster into his eager body.
The dildo was sleek and curved, designed to hit all the right spots inside Giyuu's tight channel. With each thrust, it dragged along his sensitive walls, stimulating his prostate and sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through his slender frame. Giyuu's inner muscles fluttered and clenched around the invading object, trying to draw it in even deeper as if seeking to be filled completely.
Consumed by his burning desire for Giyuu, Sanemi grabbed a pillow and held it tightly, imagining it was his lover's supple body beneath him. With a low, animalistic growl, he began to rut against it desperately, his rigid cock sliding between the soft folds of fabric. "Fuck, Giyuu... Nnngh..." he grunted, the obscene sound of skin against cotton filling the room. Sanemi's hips snapped forward in sharp, urgent thrusts as he chased his rapidly approaching climax. Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his chest, his muscles straining with the force of his movements.
He could almost feel the exquisite tightness of Giyuu's hole enveloping him, urging him closer to the edge with each imaginary plunge into his lover's willing body. Lost in the throes of passion, Sanemi pistoned his hips faster, the pillow taking the brunt of his frenzied thrusts. Lewd, wet sounds filled the air as he rutted against the makeshift toy, his cock leaving trails of precum on the once pristine fabric. "Ah shit, Giyuu! I'm... I'm gonna... Unff!" he groaned, his voice breaking as the telltale tingling at the base of his spine signaled his imminent release.
With one final, powerful snap of his hips, Sanemi buried his face in the pillow to muffle his cry as he came hard. Thick ropes of hot seed spurted from his pulsing cock, soaking the pillow and his own hand as he rode out the intense waves of his orgasm. Giyuu writhed on the bed, the dildo plunging in and out of his clenching hole as he chased his own rapidly approaching peak. His slender hand flew over his weeping cock, stroking in time with the thrusts of the toy. "Aaahh... S-Sanemi... I'm... I'm so close!" he keened, his voice high and thready with desperation.
The obscene squelching noises grew louder as Giyuu fucked himself harder on the dildo, his inner walls fluttering wildly around the invading object. Sweat glistened on his pale skin, his chest heaving with each panting breath as he teetered on the brink of ecstasy. "Please... Please let me cum..." With a strangled cry of Sanemi's name, Giyuu finally tumbled over the edge into blissful release. His untouched cock jerked and pulsed in his grip, spurting thick ropes of pearly white cum across his quivering stomach and chest.
Giyuu's back arched sharply off the bed, his toes curling as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him. "AAHHHN... SANEMI!!" he wailed, his voice echoing off the bedroom walls. Through the haze of his climax, Giyuu could still hear Sanemi's own guttural moan of completion on the other end of the line, knowing they had reached their peaks together.
As the final aftershocks of his intense orgasm faded, Sanemi collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving with exertion. He reached for his phone with a slightly unsteady hand, bringing it back to his ear. "Fuck, Giyuu... That was... Incredible," he panted, his voice rough and satisfied. "Loved hearing you come undone like that, knowing I did that to you." Sanemi listened contentedly to Giyuu's soft, post-orgasmic whimpers and the sound of him catching his breath. A lazy, smug smile tugged at his lips.
"You okay, baby? Was that good for you?" he asked, his tone softer now, almost tender despite the lingering heat in his eyes. Giyuu hummed softly in response, a dreamy, satisfied smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips. He carefully extracted the dildo from his sensitive hole with a soft hiss before disposing of it. "Mmhmm... It was amazing, Sanemi. Better than amazing," he murmured, his usually cool demeanor melted away in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. "Having you there, even just your voice... It made everything so much more intense."
He reached for some tissues to clean up the mess on his stomach, his movements languid and unhurried. "I wish you were really here though. Wish I could feel your arms around me, your skin against mine," Giyuu confessed quietly, a note of longing creeping into his voice. "Until next time, I guess..." Giyuu's heart ached with a bittersweet longing as he basked in the warm afterglow of their intimate moment. He wished more than anything that Sanemi was lying beside him, holding him close and peppering his skin with gentle kisses. "Next time won't be soon enough," he sighed wistfully, his fingers tracing idle patterns on his stomach.* "Miss you already, even though you're still on the phone."
A sudden thought occurred to him and Giyuu's cheeks flushed pink. "Hey, um... When we do get to be together again... I was thinking maybe we could try something new," he suggested hesitantly, his usual shyness resurfacing. "Like... Like using toys together, or maybe you could tie me up... If you want to, of course. No pressure." Sanemi's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Giyuu's suggestion, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Well well, looks like someone's been having some naughty thoughts," he teased, his voice a low, approving rumble. "I like the way you think, baby. Those ideas sound fucking hot."
He shifted on the bed, his spent cock already starting to stir with renewed interest at the tantalizing possibilities Giyuu had presented. "Definitely want to explore those options with you. Tie you up nice and pretty, leave you helpless and aching for my touch," Sanemi purred, his words painting a vivid, erotic picture. "And toys? Oh, we'll have so much fun with that." Sanemi's mind raced with all the deliciously depraved things he wanted to do to Giyuu, his body responding eagerly to the mental images. "Gonna worship every inch of this sexy body of yours," he promised huskily. "Lick and suck and bite until you're covered in marks, claiming you inside and out."
He palmed his half-hard cock, giving it a slow stroke as he imagined Giyuu bound and at his mercy. "Make you beg so sweetly for my cock, keep you right on the edge until you're sobbing with need," Sanemi growled, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Then fill this tight little ass up so deep, pump you full of my cum until it's leaking out of you." Giyuu shuddered at Sanemi's filthy words, a fresh gush of arousal dampening his thighs. He could practically feel the heat of Sanemi's gaze on his skin, the weight of his larger frame pressing Giyuu into the mattress.
"Y-Yes, please Sanemi," he breathed, his voice small and needy. "Want to be yours completely, want you to use me however you want." Emboldened by the intensity of his desire, Giyuu continued, "Maybe you could blindfold me too, heighten everything... Make me focus on nothing but your touch, your scent, the feeling of being stretched and filled by you," he suggested, his own hand drifting down to tease at his sensitive rim.
"Keep me guessing, keep me desperate for more..." Sanemi groaned at the image of Giyuu riding the dildo, his cock fully hardening once more at the thought. "Fuck yes, bounce on that toy like the needy little slut you are," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Want to see this perfect ass jiggling as you impale yourself over and over." He fisted his shaft, stroking firmly as he painted an even dirtier picture.
"Gonna make you ride it until your thighs tremble and your cock leaks constantly, keeping you right on the knife's edge," Sanemi promised darkly. "Maybe even add another toy, stretch this greedy hole even wider while you work for your pleasure..." Lost in the throes of their dirty talk, Sanemi's hand moved feverishly over his aching cock, chasing another release. "That's it baby, grind on that dildo just like that," he encouraged breathlessly, the obscene squelching noises driving him wild.
"Imagine it's my thick cock splitting you open, hitting all the right spots." His hips bucked up into his fist, fucking his own hand with abandon as he neared his peak once more. "Gonna... Gonna cum again just listening to you," Sanemi grunted, his voice strained with impending ecstasy. "Do it Giyuu, cum for me one more time! Let me hear you scream my name!"
Too far gone in his lust to hold back, Sanemi grabbed the pillow and started rutting against it with desperate abandon. The obscene slap of skin against cotton filled the room as he chased his rapidly approaching climax. "Fuck, Giyuu! Your tight little ass feels so good," he groaned, even as he knew it was just a substitute for the real thing. Sanemi's hips snapped forward in sharp, urgent thrusts, the pillow taking the brunt of his frenzied movements. Sweat dripped down his face and chest, his muscles straining with the force of his efforts.
"Gonna... Gonna fill this pillow with my cum, pretend it's your hungry hole milking me dry," he panted, his voice breaking as the telltale tingling at the base of his spine signaled his imminent release. With a guttural moan of Giyuu's name, Sanemi buried his face in the pillow to muffle his cries as he came hard. His cock jerked and pulsed, spilling thick ropes of hot seed into the soft fabric as he rode out the intense waves of his orgasm. "FUCK! Giyuu!" he roared, his hips stuttering erratically as he emptied himself completely. Panting heavily, Sanemi collapsed back onto the bed, the pillow clutched tightly to his sweat-slicked chest. He felt utterly spent, wrung out in the best possible way.
"Holy shit... That was incredible," he rasped, his voice hoarse from his earlier exertions. "You okay, baby? How many times did you cum for me?" Giyuu lay boneless and sated on his bed, a blissed-out smile curving his lips as he basked in the afterglow of their intense session. His body still tingled pleasantly, muscles loose and relaxed in a way only Sanemi could achieve. "Mmmh... Four times," he mumbled dreamily, counting out his orgasms. "Four mind-blowing, earth-shattering climaxes courtesy of you and that magical mouth of yours."
He stretched languorously, relishing the delicious ache in his muscles and the sticky evidence of his releases cooling on his skin. "Never knew phone sex could be so... thorough," Giyuu chuckled softly, a rare moment of playfulness breaking through his usually reserved demeanor. "You sure know how to push all my buttons, Sanemi." Sanemi preened at Giyuu's praise, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Damn straight I do. Got you wrapped around my finger, don't I?" he teased, his voice rich with satisfaction and affection. "Love reducing you to a babbling, pleasure-drunk mess. Makes me feel ten feet tall."
He shifted on the bed, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe away the sweat and spend clinging to his skin. "But four times? Fuck, Giyuu, that's impressive. Knew you had staying power, but damn," Sanemi whistled appreciatively. "Just wait until I get my hands on you for real. We'll set a new record then." Sanemi laughed, the sound warm and genuine despite the wicked gleam in his eye.
"Challenge accepted, baby. Prepare yourself for a night - or weekend - of non-stop pleasure when I finally get my hands on you," he purred, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Now get some rest, gorgeous. Dream of all the deliciously depraved things I'm going to do to this sexy body of yours." With a final, heated promise, Sanemi ended the call, already counting down the minutes until he could make good on every single one of his filthy threats and desires with his beloved Giyuu. "Sweet dreams, my love. Until next time~"