sanegiyu, rule #34

Sanemi pinned Giyu against the wooden panels of the dimly lit room, his breath hot against the Hashira’s neck as the scent of rain and steel mixed between them. Giyu’s hands clenched at Sanemi’s haori, his usual stoic demeanor breaking under the intensity of the moment. “You always act so distant,” Sanemi muttered, his voice rough yet filled with something deeper, something raw. “But I know you feel this too.” Giyu shivered as Sanemi’s fingers traced the scars along his collarbone, a silent understanding passing between them. The storm outside raged on, mirroring the tempest between them as Sanemi finally claimed what had been simmering beneath their rivalry for so long. Giyu’s breath hitched as Sanemi pressed closer, every touch igniting sparks beneath his skin. The weight of Sanemi’s body, the sheer force of his presence, made it impossible to think of anything else. Giyu surrendered to the sensation, his resolve melting as Sanemi’s lips found the sensitive skin along his jawline. “You’re mine,” Sanemi murmured, voice laced with possession and something dangerously close to affection. The rain outside pounded against the roof, drowning out everything but the sound of their shared breaths and the heat rising between them. In this moment, there was no duty, no past regrets—only the undeniable pull between them, binding them together like a cage of desire they had no wish to escape.