"Stop hovering," Giyuu whines, carefully cutting a block of tofu as Sanemi peers over his shoulder. "I thought you were going to let me do this for you."
Sanemi is silent for a moment. Giyuu wonders if he's trying not to say anything mean.
"I'm just, uh," Sanemi fumbles, "I just wanna see what you're doing. I'm curious. Yeah."
"Shinazugawa."
Sanemi swears. "Okay, I wanna make sure you don't fuck anything up! Are you happy, Tomioka? I was trying to be fucking nice!"
Giyuu smiles down at the sauce he's been simmering, watching as it bubbles over the fire.
"See if I ever do anything nice for you ever again," Sanemi grumbles, hooking his chin over Giyuu's shoulder and watching as Giyuu adds more spices to the sauce. "Smells good."
Giyuu bites his lip so his smile doesn't get too big. His teeth sink deeper when he feels Sanemi's hands settle on his hips.
"Did you start the rice yet?" Sanemi asks.
Oh, shit. Giyuu knew he forgot something. "Not yet. Sorry."
"Mmm." Sanemi's thumbs stroke over his hipbones and Giyuu shivers. "You can wait a little, if you want."
"I, um..." Giyuu feels his cheeks heat up. "Should I... take the sauce off the fire?"
Sanemi laughs, a little mean. "Hah, Tomioka, jumping to conclusions. Maybe I just wanna make out."
"You never want to just make out." Giyuu fumbles with the tofu again, then decides he should probably put the knife down.
Sanemi kisses the back of his neck. Giyuu drops the knife with a clatter.
Then Sanemi reaches around him to take the sauce off the fire himself. Caught between Sanemi and the counter, Giyuu squirms, heat blooming between his legs despite the urge to call Sanemi a hypocrite. He figures it might ruin the moment, though, so he holds back.
Sanemi's lips drag to mouth at a different spot, closer to his ear. Giyuu makes a soft noise and angles his head to give the other man better access, eyes slipping closed when Sanemi starts to suck on the sensitive skin.
"Mmnn..."
"So fucking easy for it," Sanemi mumbles against his throat. "That's why I never stop at kissing, you know? I've barely done anything and you're already spreading your legs."
Giyuu blushes hot when he realizes that he's widened his stance unconsciously. Sanemi bites him and Giyuu chokes down a moan, back arching as he tries to get Sanemi to press up against him. His knuckles are white where he's gripping the counter, tension coiling in his body like a spring.
Sanemi reaches up to tangle one hand in Giyuu's hair, tugging it harshly so his head's tilted further to the side. Prickles of pain in Giyuu's scalp turn to heat, wires crossing like they always do, and Giyuu moans louder this time as Sanemi starts to work his other hand underneath his waistband.
He pushes his ass back against Sanemi's hips, hoping it's subtle enough that Sanemi won't notice.
Of course Giyuu's not that lucky.
"Mmm, Tomioka. You want it all the time, don't you?"
The sauce is still steaming. It's barely been a minute, if that. Sanemi... is not wrong.
He licks a stripe up Giyuu's neck and Giyuu makes another soft noise, pushing back again. He shudders when Sanemi's fingers find the bare skin of his abdomen and holds his breath, anticipation building inside him as he waits for Sanemi to realize...
