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Gyomei Himejima: Headcanons & Rambles w/ AFAB!Reader
Ok so like I’ve been on this Sanemi kick but then I got horny for Gyomei. Oops.
18+ minors dni
Warnings: descriptions of massage & body touching, fingering, edging, brief oral, outercourse/non-penetrative sex
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I see Gyomei being into orgasm control/edging, overstimulation and tantric-inspired sex.
He’s the stone pillar, he’d be into dragging things out for as long as possible. He probably sees sex as something divine/spiritual and enjoys the build up because of it.
Maybe you’re a worker at one of the Wisteria Houses that he sleeps with on occasion but most of the time it’s just hours of edging for the both of you. I could see him dragging things out for months over several visits. Ya know, just taking time whenever you both can to enjoy each other and get to a point where nothing exists but the pleasure you’re experiencing together.
Gyomei would be able to keep going until you tap out. I could see him edging inside of a partner until they’re too sore to take him anymore or they run out of stamina. He’s a big dude so I imagine him packing some serious heat. If you accidentally cum before he’s decided it’s time, your punishment is an even longer edging period. He still wouldn’t cum, though.
When he does cum it’s usually intense and he can have several depending on how long he’s held off. He has serious control over his muscles and that includes his PC muscles, which allows people to orgasm without ejaculation and can open the door for multiple orgasms.
I headcanon that he's into tantric massage, or something close to it. The point of a tantric body massage is to create an experience that makes the receiver feel as though all physical barriers between them and the giver are dissolved. This includes genital attention, but orgasm isn’t the goal. In fact, it’s recommended that the giver curb the urge to orgasm if they sense their partner getting close. It’s not discouraged, however, and there are ways to help people “ride the wave” once they get there.
But the giver offers this massage with no expectation of reciprocation, and the receiver can accept pleasure with no need to return it. The giver can learn the body language of the receiver and responses to touch as well. It's meant to be a deep connection between them.
So - when Gyomei is giving you attention you’re in for a long...slow...sensual massage. He’d use a scentless camellia oil, or other natural oil for it. Connecting through touch and genuine pleasure means a lot to him. The first time you sleep together there wouldn’t be any edging, he’d just want to learn your body.
It would start with a long bath. You help each other get fully scrubbed and cleaned. It wouldn't be an inherently sexual experience, but knowing what was coming would build the anticipation. Also cleaning that absolute unit of a man's back would undoubtedly stir feelings. But he wouldn’t pull anything and if you tried anything he’d shut it down - in a very patient and calm way. You truly cannot get a rise out of this man.
After the bath you'd go to a room or space where all that can be heard is each other and the sounds of nature. A comfortable raised bed would be set up with fresh linens for you, with pillows to support your head and prop up your hips.
He wants you all to himself for a few hours at least.
His breathing, as always, is steady and calm. After laying down on your back, you'd spend time getting your breathing in rhythm. He wants to make sure you're fully comfortable before beginning the massage, and would check to see if you have any areas you don't want to be touched.
Once he starts, you immediately notice how big - and calloused his hands are. But his movements are calculated and deft. It takes no time at all for you to melt under his touch.
He'd start with your fingertips, giving each digit attention before moving to your hand and wrist. Kneading his way up your arm to the shoulder, he’d give a few long caresses down your arm again before switching to repeat the movements on the other side. Once he finishes there, he’d switch to a neck and upper back rub.
“Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.” He’d remind you with patience and care. Inhale. Exhale.
When working your scalp and neck, he'd occasionally grip your hair at the root for a good squeeze. Nothing intense, but enough to send a shiver down your back.
Then he’d move to your torso, but would purposefully avoid your chest and nipples until later. It might be a bit frustrating, but the point is to drag things out. So you’d lean into the feeling of his hands on your body. The steady sound of his breaths. You open your eyes to peek at him and get a little bashful at the sight of his absolute focus on you.
He’d skip over your hips and move down to your feet and toes. Again, he’d massage each digit before giving you a thorough foot massage, reminding you to breathe when he presses a little too hard on accident. You get the smallest apology kiss on your thigh but his hands stay in place.
As with everything else, he takes his time moving up each leg and you're drinking in each touch by this point. He’s slowed down by the time he gets to your upper thighs, and you whimper when his hands leave you before he gets to your needy wet pussy.
Comfort comes with a warm palm on your solar plexus, encouraging you to breathe in rhythm with his clear, strong breaths. Once he's satisfied, he replenishes the camellia oil before massaging your chest.
He’d circle your breasts in smooth motions, waiting until your breath gets a little more heavy before moving to knead and massage them. As with everywhere else, he'd take his time before even brushing over your nipples. Each motion is deliberate, never a moment too soon.
By now your body is totally relaxed, your submission to his touch is not lost on him. As you respond to his attention to your nipples, he leans in to sing soft praises in your ear about how amazing you feel. How good you’re being for him.
When your heart rate starts to increase and your breath catches a few times, he lessens the tension by going back to massaging your neck and scalp.
When you're relaxed again, his hands suddenly leave you entirely. A moment later, drops of the oil are felt on your upper thighs and vulva - your heart rate increases again as his hands return to massage your thighs.
You hold your breath when you feel his fingers brush the ditch between your pelvis and thigh and he spreads your legs wide. A large palm gently presses over your entire vulva, he applies firm pressure but instructs you not to grind into him, much to your dismay.
"Breathe," he whispers, "don't forget to breathe."
He keeps the pressure steady while he explores, stroking your folds delicately. He’d gently glide your inner and outer labia between his thumb and forefinger, a mixture of your own juices and the massage oil making it easy. He’d swap between this finger massage and pressing into your outer lips, asking you to hold still as you get more excited.
Before touching your clit, he’d slip his middle finger into you ever so slightly. You’d be blessed with a hum of approval in reaction to how you feel in that moment. Your quickened heartbeat on his fingers through your swollen cunt would cause his own heart rate to speed up. That feeling is everything he’s built up to, everything still to come. He’d smile to himself in that moment, truly enjoying everything about how you feel, sound, and smell.
As his finger pushes in, he takes the thumb of his opposite hand and begins to massage your clit. His movements stay as steady as ever but the pressure in rhythm with him massaging into your g-spot builds up fast. All the prep he’s done is paying off in this moment as you reach your peak, calling his name and grinding your hips into his firm hands.
He’d keep a steady rhythm through your orgasm and when you’re done twitching, he’d pull his fingers out and lean in to take a few long, broad licks of your pussy. He’d dip his tongue inside you as far as he could, humming in enjoyment once again.
What you didn’t know was that he was already edging for a while at that point, on his own since he wasn’t seeing anyone. So he was already ready to burst at feeling you slowly unravel under his touch. After your breathing was normal again, he leaned in to ask if he could rub himself on you.
You feel your face get hot when he asks a lewd question in such a straightforward way, he’s usually so serious and intimidating. You say yes and in no time at all, he’s sitting between your legs. You’re still laying down on your back and now he’s naked and towering over you.
You’re still so slick from the massage and cumming, he sighs deeply when he presses his cock onto you. You expected him to be big due to his general stature but you found yourself feeling a little nervous. You started to grind back into him in rhythm with his thrusts, both of you careful to not let him enter you by accident.
“Sorry, ‘m not going to last…” he chokes into your ear after he grinds into you for a few minutes. It’s a little flattering that such an unshakable man in every possible way could be brought to orgasm so quickly without even penetrating. You pull him into a kiss and ask him to cum for you in the sweetest voice you could muster.
After he cums all over your belly and tits, he’d lay down next to you and cuddle until you were ready for another round. He could easily go all night.
Once you’re finished, he’d be an aftercare king. Very caring and doting on his partner - especially after an intense session. Plenty of cuddles, your favorite foods, a warm bath, etc. You name it, he’s on it. He’s the quintessential gentle giant.
After the massage experience, he’d use it to bring up edging and the other stuff he’s into to see what you’d be okay with trying out. He wouldn’t pressure you into anything, but he’d be excited for anything you share interests in!