I Wanna be a Slave, I Wanna be a Master

"I'm not asking, Tomioka," Sanemi growled, his hand tightening on Giyu's collar, forcing his head back, exposing the fragile curve of his neck. His fingers lingered, just barely brushing the skin. "Tell me how you feel. Right now. What's going on in that head of yours?"

Giyu swallowed hard. His throat felt dry, his mind clouded with conflicting emotions. He couldn't say it. He just couldn't.

"I... I can't," Giyu stammered, his face burning with embarrassment. "Please, Shinazugawa..."

Sanemi's lips curled into a smirk, his grip tightening on Giyu's chin, expression taking on an almost predatory gaze. "You can't or you won't?" he teased, the edge in his voice softening into something darker.

Giyu closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his ears. "I... I can't. I don't know how."

"I'll make you," Sanemi whispered, his voice low, intimate.