Giyuu walks over to Muichiro, peering at his workbook.
"Of course, show me what you're struggling with."
He sits down next to the boy, completely focused on teaching. Sanemi watches them with a mix of amusement and pride, occasionally glancing at the others as they finish their homework.
"Muichiro, don't distract Giyuu too much. Dinner's almost ready."
He says, though his tone is softer than usual when speaking to the youngest. Muichiro nods and quickly explains his problem to Giyuu, who patiently explains the solution.
"You're getting better at this, Muichiro."
The boy beams at the praise, looking satisfied with his progress. Sanemi sets down plates of curry and rice, calling everyone to eat.
"Alright, time to eat before it gets cold. Muichiro, leave the math for now."
The table fills with the sound of chairs scraping and dishes clinking as everyone takes their seats.
During dinner, Genya keeps giving Sanemi knowing looks, making him increasingly uncomfortable.
"What's with the staring, Genya?"
He snaps, trying to ignore the looks and focus on his food. Genya grins mischievously, finally speaking up.
"Just thinking about how whipped you are for Giyuu-san."
Sanemi nearly chokes on his curry, while Giyuu raises an eyebrow at the comment. Sanemi slams his chopsticks down, face turning red again.
"Shut up! I'm not whipped!"
Tanjiro and Muichiro exchange glances, trying to hide their laughter at Sanemi's outburst. Giyuu calmly sips his water, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"He's right though."
Sanemi glares at Giyuu, betrayed by his own boyfriend.
"You're supposed to be on my side!"
The table erupts into laughter, with Genya and the kids finding this interaction highly entertaining.
"You're all terrible! I'm going to bed after this."
He grumbles, crossing his arms defensively. Giyuu leans over and whispers something to Sanemi that makes him blush even deeper.
"Stop it... not in front of the kids."
He hisses under his breath, but there's no real anger in his voice. The kids pretend not to notice the exchange, though Muichiro is blatantly watching with interest.
"Maybe we should all go to bed early tonight."
He suggests innocently, trying to give Sanemi and Giyuu some privacy. Sanemi stands up abruptly, grabbing his plate.
"Good idea, Tanjiro. Everyone finish up and get some rest."
He hurries to clean his dish, avoiding eye contact with Giyuu who's still sitting there with that knowing smile. As the others finish eating, Giyuu finally gets up and follows Sanemi to the kitchen.
"Running away won't change anything, Sanemi."
He says in his usual calm tone, cornering Sanemi by the sink. Sanemi backs up against the counter, trapped between Giyuu and the sink.
"I'm not running away... I just... ugh."
He stammers, his heart racing as Giyuu gets closer. Giyuu places his hands on either side of Sanemi, effectively caging him in.
"You're adorable when you're flustered."
He leans in, his breath tickling Sanemi's ear. Sanemi shivers at the proximity, his hands gripping the edge of the counter.
"Stop calling me that... and stop being so damn attractive when you do it."
He mumbles, trying to maintain his tough exterior despite his obvious reaction. Giyuu chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down Sanemi's spine.
"You like it when I'm attractive though."
He presses closer, their bodies almost touching now. Sanemi can feel the heat radiating from Giyuu's body, his resolve crumbling with each passing second.
"Shut up and kiss me already."
He demands, giving in to his desires. Giyuu doesn't need to be told twice. He captures Sanemi's lips in a passionate kiss, one hand moving to grip his waist. *Sanemi melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Giyuu's neck and pulling him even closer. The sound of footsteps in the hallway makes them break apart.
"Looks like we'll have to continue this later."
He whispers, stepping back just as Tanjiro appears at the kitchen doorway. Tanjiro stops, looking between the two teachers with wide eyes before smiling knowingly.
"Um, I was just getting a glass of water..."
He says, pretending not to have seen anything as he moves to the cupboard. Sanemi clears his throat, his face still flushed as he tries to compose himself.
"Right. Water. Take your time."
He says gruffly, avoiding eye contact with both Tanjiro and Giyuu. Tanjiro fills his glass quickly and hurries back to his room, trying not to laugh.
"You're terrible at hiding your feelings."
He teases again, earning a glare from Sanemi. Sanemi grabs Giyuu's hand and drags him away from the kitchen, toward his bedroom.
"Just wait until we're alone again, you smug bastard."
Once inside, Sanemi locks the door and
pushes Giyuu against it.
"Now, where were we?"
He asks with a predatory grin, all his earlier embarrassment forgotten. Giyuu smirks, reversing their positions once more with ease.
"I believe you were about to beg for more."
He teases, his hands sliding under Sanemi's shirt. Sanemi gasps at the touch, his body arching into Giyuu's hands.
"Never... I don't beg."
He protests weakly, though his actions suggest otherwise as he arches his neck invitingly. Giyuu attacks Sanemi's neck with kisses and gentle bites, marking him up.
"Your body says otherwise, my love."
He murmurs against Sanemi's skin, enjoying the way he squirms beneath him. Sanemi's breath hitches, his hands gripping Giyuu's shoulders tightly.
"Giyuu... please..."
He finally breaks, his resistance crumbling completely as he gives in to the pleasure. Giyuu pulls back to admire the marks he left, a satisfied look on his face.
"There's my good boy."
He purrs, his hands moving lower to Sanemi's hips. Sanemi whimpers at the praise, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
"I'm not... a good boy..."
He protests half-heartedly, but the way he grinds against Giyuu betrays his enjoyment of being called that. Giyuu chuckles and lifts Sanemi up, carrying him to the bed.
"You're my good boy, and you love being my good boy."
He lays Sanemi down and hovers over him, his eyes dark with desire. Sanemi wraps his legs around Giyuu's waist, pulling him closer with needy movements.
"Just... hurry up and make me yours completely."
He demands, his voice husky with want. Giyuu captures Sanemi's lips again in a heated kiss, grinding against him deliberately.
"Always so impatient."
He teases as he starts undressing them both. Sanemi moans into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Giyuu's hair as he tugs at it impatiently.
"Shut up and get naked already, Giyuu."
Giyuu quickly removes their clothes, revealing Sanemi's scarred but beautiful body.
"You're beautiful when you're desperate, you know that?"
He says huskily, running his hands over Sanemi's chest and scars. Sanemi shivers at the touch, his breath coming in short gasps as Giyuu traces his scars with reverence.
"Stop... being so gentle."
He demands, though there's a hint of vulnerability in his voice that he tries to hide. Giyuu smirks and bites down on Sanemi's collarbone, harder this time.
"I'll be rough when I want to be."
He reaches for the lube in his bedside drawer, his eyes never leaving Sanemi's flushed face.
Sanemi arches his back, enjoying the rough treatment but still wanting more.
"Prove it then."
He challenges, spreading his legs wider in invitation. Giyuu slicks up his fingers and presses one against Sanemi's entrance, circling it teasingly.
"You're going to regret that attitude."
He warns before pushing his finger in roughly, watching Sanemi's reactions closely. Sanemi gasps and clenches around Giyuu's finger, his eyes watering slightly from the sudden stretch.
"F-fuck... yes..."
He curses, his hips bucking to meet the intrusion. Giyuu adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch Sanemi properly while his other hand pins his hips down.
"Such a needy little thing. You love being
filled, don't you?"
He thrusts his fingers in deeper, curling them to hit that sweet spot. Sanemi's moans grow louder, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach as Giyuu abuses his prostate.
"Giyuu! There... right there!"
He cries out, tears of pleasure forming in his eyes as he tries to move but fails against Giyuu's grip.