**”Marked”**

I’d been watching Giyuu for weeks—his quiet confidence, the way his muscles flexed under that black uniform. And now, by some miracle, he was in my bed.

It started with training—sparring until we were both drenched in sweat, his breath hot against my ear as he pinned me down. One second I was whining about how unfair it was, the next his mouth was on mine, rough and demanding. I didn’t even think before kissing back, my hands fisting in his hair as he pushed me onto the futon.

Now, his clothes were gone, tossed somewhere in the dark. Moonlight caught the hard lines of his body as he knelt over me, one hand pinning my wrists above my head. His cock was thick and already leaking, the tip brushing against my stomach as he leaned down to bite my neck.

“You talk too much,” he murmured, teeth scraping my skin. “Gonna fix that.”

I gasped as his free hand slid down my chest, nails dragging just hard enough to sting. He didn’t waste time—his fingers hooked under the waistband of my pants, yanking them down my thighs before tossing them aside. His grip on my wrists tightened as his other hand found my cock, stroking me slow and firm, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the head.

“Fuck—Giyuu—” I bucked up into his touch, but he just smirked, squeezing the base hard enough to make me whine.

“Patience,” he said, voice low. Then his mouth was on me, swallowing me down so deep I could feel the back of his throat. I cried out, hips jerking, but he didn’t let up. His tongue swirled around my cockhead, sucking hard before taking me all the way again, his nose pressed against my stomach.

I was panting, fucking into his mouth, but he pulled off before I could come, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark as he reached between his legs, fingers stroking his own cock lazily.

“Turn over,” he ordered.

I scrambled onto my hands and knees, heart hammering. I heard him spit into his palm before his fingers pressed against my hole, rubbing slow circles. I moaned, pushing back against him, but he just chuckled.

“Needy,” he muttered, but I could hear the edge in his voice. One finger pressed inside, then two, stretching me open as I clenched around him. My cock was dripping between my legs, untouched and desperate.

Then his fingers were gone, replaced by the blunt pressure of his cockhead. He didn’t ask—just pushed in, slow and relentless, until his hips met my ass. I gasped, nails digging into the sheets, the stretch burning just enough to make my toes curl.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Giyuu groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, making me cry out.

The rhythm was brutal from the start, his cock driving deep with every thrust, balls slapping against me. I could feel every inch of him, the way my body clenched around his length, how his breath hitched when I squeezed just right.

One hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as his other hand reached around to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled in my ear. “Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

The words sent heat straight to my cock. I was close, so fucking close—

His grip tightened, fingers digging into my hip as his pace turned erratic. I felt his cock pulse inside me, hot cum flooding deep as he groaned against my shoulder. The feel of it pushed me over—I came with a shout, spilling over his fist, my whole body shaking.

Giyuu didn’t stop, fucking me through both our orgasms until I was whimpering from oversensitivity. Finally, he pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs as I collapsed onto the futon, boneless.

He ran a thumb over my spent hole, smearing his cum back inside before laying next to me, breath still heavy.

“Mine,” he mumbled, pressing a rough kiss to my temple.

And fuck if I didn’t already want him again.