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Giyuu always knew the Flame Hashira had a keen eye on him, of sorts. The shy glances that Rengoku Kyojuro gave Giyuu weren’t unexpected, but after a while, it had the cogs in Giyuu’s brain working more than overtime.

Shortly after Kyojuro invited Giyuu to have tea one day—privately, at Kyojuro’s estate—that was when major suspicions started to arise. Giyuu tried to think nothing of his questions, pushing them into the back of his head where he wouldn’t care.

After some time, Giyuu finished his missions as requested by his superiors, slashing through his problems to not gain anything in the end. His brain was flooded with tasks, until eventually, he ran out of things to complete. 

The only remaining task that he had left to get done was given to him months ago, from Kagaya Ubuyashiki personally. The Master stated and explained things along the lines of Giyuu “needing to overcome his tendency of turning his back on others and venturing alone”. 

Those were horrible directions, especially for the Water Hashira. Nonetheless, the Master was a father and a leader, and Giyuu would follow, even if he didn’t want to.

Kanzaburo flew over Giyuu’s head in a big whoosh, cawing and flapping his dark wings in the wind. 

“Flame Hashira! Tea,” Giyuu’s crow shrieked, resting his claws on a thick branch of a pine tree. Giyuu continued to walk along a muddy path, passing right by his trusty Kasugai Crow in the process.

His crow kept squawking. “Rengoku Kyojuro! Tea! Meeting!” 

Giyuu sighed, slowing his pace down, and looking back at Kanzaburo. “Is that for a mission assigned by the master?” He wasn’t going to turn the Flame Hashira down necessarily, but if the meeting wasn’t needed, then Giyuu could create himself another priority to take care of. 

Kanzaburo shook his head. “Given by letter!”

“A letter?” Giyuu asked, his eyebrow raising. His suspicions only increased from there. “When was it delivered?”

“Yesterday, given by one of my comrades, Kaname.”

Giyuu couldn’t stop himself from asking another question. “Was there a sense of urgency in the letter? Could you tell?”

Kanzaburo remained quiet for a moment. “There’s always a sense of urgency!”

And Giyuu had his answer. He stiffened. “I will visit the Flame Hashira soon, then. I wish to see that he is doing well.”

“He wishes the same.”

Giyuu bit down on his bottom lip, suddenly anxious and guilty for ever thinking he would say no. However, Kyojuro would understand where Giyuu was coming from—Giyuu was sure of it. Not even sure, he was certain.

If Giyuu had ever wanted to throw Kanzaburo in his grave, it would be now. Kanzaburo kept shouting cardinal directions, which only heightened Giyuu’s anxiety about going to visit Kyojuro in the first place. He was too far along on the path to the Flame Hashira’s residence, so Giyuu couldn’t turn back now.

Kanzaburo was flying northwest, the complete opposite of the direction that they needed to be heading. His crow was an old geezer, so Giyuu decided not to say much.

“Southeast! South, southeast!”

“Kanzaburo,” Giyuu said calmly. “You’re looking in the opposite direction.” He pointed in the direction where they were actually supposed to go. “It’s this way, actually.”

Kanzaburo snapped his beak shut, flailing around in the air, embarrassed by the circumstances. Giyuu tried his best to relax Kanzaburo since Kanzaburo wouldn’t stop moving, but it was no use, so Giyuu exhaled.

He motioned for Kanzaburo to stop flailing in the sky, his hands reaching out upwards to provide a place where Kanzaburo could come down and de-escalate. Giyuu’s Kasugai crow wasn’t known for his eyesight.

“Kanzaburo.” Giyuu tried to grab onto one of Kanzaburo’s legs, but his efforts proved to fail him. There was no way that they were going to be able to get to the Flame Hashira’s without any issues.

“Are you having trouble?”

Giyuu turned around to see Kyojuro, Kyojuro’s arms crossed and his body radiating with confidence. Giyuu couldn’t have possibly felt more humiliated. He attempted to push down his unease, clearing his throat. “Rengoku.”

“It’s a pleasure to see you, Tomioka.” Kyojuro’s smile didn’t waver for one second, his steps heavy as he made his way over to the Water Hashira. “I’m glad to see you standing. After all, it’s been a while since I’ve been able to see you. You’re looking well.”

“Thank you,” Giyuu replied, finally being able to relax his muscles when Kanzaburo landed on the ground. “I can say the same.”

“Why don’t you join me on a stroll?” Kyojuro looked like he became happier, his bright smile flashing with positivity. “We may discuss whatever we would like.”

“Sure,” Giyuu said, making his way to stand right beside Kyojuro. “It’s not like I have any objections.”

“Wonderful! I will take this opportunity to say what has been on my mind.”

Giyuu started to walk alongside his fellow Hashira. “Do you have something in particular to talk over?”

Kyojuro gave a small, gentle laugh. “There are plenty of things that I happen to be thinking about. But to start, I’d like to thank you for building up Kamado in the ways that you have been.”

Giyuu paused for a moment, contemplating. This meet-up wasn’t about Tanjiro, so what were really the Flame Hashira’s intentions?

Kyojuro continued. “The young lad seems very…certain in his skills, and based on his upbringing, it was difficult for him to move on. But what I’ve seen from you,” he made eye contact with Giyuu. “You gave the young slayer a second chance, and that’s something not many of us can do.”

“I appreciate your words, and I do think that they come from a place of sincerity. However,” a dark pit welled in Giyuu’s stomach. “You’re wrong. I don’t want you to think that I’m someone I’m not.”

A loud laugh erupted through the air. “Tomioka, in my defense, you’re too humble. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. It’s fascinating, and you inspire me entirely! Give yourself more credit to the Demon Slayer Corps. We haven’t been able to do this without you by our side.”

They continued along the pathway to the Rengoku residence, the way there being quiet and filled with the sweet chirps of birds in the forest. The wind rustled through the leaves, and the sun set beyond the hills, illuminating the sky with a thrilling orange. 

“As you may know, my father is an ex-Hashira,” Kyojuro said. “He trained well until he fell into a depression at the loss of my mother shortly after my little brother, Senjuro, was born. You may see my father’s things around our home, but he left to go buy more sake in a town farther away.”

“I see,” Giyuu stated, looking off into the distance. “I remember him.” 

Kyojuro looked over, his eyes big and full—making him look innocent, vulnerable even. Giyuu was going to try his best to speak delicately of Kyojuro’s father. “From my memory, your father was a very dedicated man. I remember his passion for demon slaying being very vivid. Just like the spirit you have today, Rengoku.”

“I truly appreciate what you said, Tomioka. Now,” Kyojuro’s cheery demeanor was immediately brought back upon him. His father was a touchy subject, so it was better that Giyuu said something good instead of Shinjuro being a dead-weight drunk. “Let’s head to my place for some tea! What do you usually like? Green tea? Matcha? I’d be happy to make anything.”

“Green tea would be fine, please.”

“I will gladly prepare some when we get back to my estate.”

Both of their conversations were easy and lighthearted as the evening progressed to become a slow and still night. The sun set below the horizon, and darkness soon shrouded the town the two Hashira were stationed in.

Their stomachs were full of warm, delicious tea, and their moods had somehow gotten a lot better than beforehand. Giyuu felt airy, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he sat on his knees and took another sip from his mug. 

Giyuu licked his lips, resting his mug on the tiny coaster. “Why did you really invite me to have tea with you, Rengoku? Surely there’s more to this than what appears to be just surface level.” 

“Ah, looks like you caught me,” Kyojuro grinned, crossing his arms. “And you would be one-hundred percent correct. I invited you here due to me wanting to understand you more. You’re a very interesting person, Tomioka, and it makes me want to be around you more! Your stoicism is unmatched, and your will to fight motivates me.”

Giyuu hummed, staying quiet for a moment. “Hm. I never realized you thought those things.”

“It’s not everyday I get to see your bravery in battle, and when I am lucky enough to see it, it makes me feel great pride in us—especially in the corps. You are a valuable asset to the Hashira, and I am grateful that you are here to serve us every day, Tomioka.”

“I respect your words. Though, I must say, I’m not as valuable as you think I am—”

“No.” Kyojuro interrupted Giyuu mid-sentence, his smile still plastered on his face. “I need you to think better about yourself. You are an extraordinary swordsman. Water breathing is beautiful.”

Giyuu cocked his head to the side, remaining solemn and stern. “Are you speaking for the Master?”

Kyojuro shook his head. “No, I am speaking for myself and only myself. I want you to know your worth.”

“Rengoku, you’re too generous,” Giyuu replied, his back straightening. “I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“You deserve everything.”

Giyuu’s fists balled on his thighs. “Isn’t that a little bit of a stretch?”

“Why, of course not. You’ve built yourself up from scraps. My only hope is that someday, you’re able to see what I see.”

“Thank you. I am thankful for our conversation, and the tea.” Giyuu got up from his knees, putting his haori back on his shoulders and grabbing his katana that rested against the wall. “Take care, Rengoku.”

“I would like to do this again sometime!” Kyojuro followed Giyuu, smiling and patting Giyuu’s shoulder. “How about we meet at the same time next month?”

Giyuu gave a curt nod. “I will see you then.”

“Perfect.”

Giyuu was escorted out of the Rengoku house with a firm hand on his shoulder. Upon exiting through an opening in the woods, the moon shone and round bright on Giyuu’s face—the perfect time for demons to be out and terrorizing innocent people. 

Kyojuro lifted his hand off of Giyuu. “I will let you get back to your place. Have a great rest of your night, Tomioka.” He beamed.

“You as well.” Giyuu darted into the forest, his hand on his katana and his limbs strung and taut, preparing to fight. The evening progressed smoothly with little casualties, and Giyuu eventually made it back to his own estate. When he fell asleep, he slept through the night, and woke up more refreshed than he ever had.

As roughly four weeks passed by, Giyuu went back to visit Kyojuro for some more tea and discussion. This time, it was a little more personal, and they both fed into their memories that haunted their minds. 

They met again, and again, and again, and they both looked forward to their little get-togethers. Month by month and little by little, their one-on-one visits were becoming a routine, until one day, they changed. 

Kyojuro was more energetic than usual, and he was carrying a bottle of some kind of liquid in his hand. “I have here some of the finest sake that I could manage. I am thrilled to try this, if you would like some with me.”

Giyuu stared at the bottle. “Sake?”

“Here!”

“It’s from Ginza.” Giyuu inspected the bottle with his hands, his eyes glancing over the labels and dates. “Are you really okay with me trying some of this?”

Kyojuro laughed brightly. “I didn’t bring it out for no reason at all, Tomioka. I want you to have some.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Kyojuro poured some of the bottle into a small mug, handing it to Giyuu. “Go ahead and tell me how it is, if you please.”

Carefully, Giyuu tipped the mug back, letting the liquid hit his lips and then falling into the back of his throat. He made sure not to slug it down in one sip, but it was more difficult than he anticipated due to the flavor being so intoxicating. “It’s…delicious.” He licked up the remnants of it. “I recommend that you try some, as well.”

“Excellent. I was hoping you’d say something like that. Here,” Kyojuro prepped another cup full, grabbing it and taking it up to his mouth. “Tell me how much you want, and we can have some together.”

Kyojuro angled his head back, swallowing it down in one gulp. “That’s—” Kyojuro blinked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Really good. I’m impressed with the quality of it.”

Giyuu let out a breathy sigh, shrugging his shoulders. “I know. It’s tempting to have the whole thing.”

“In that case, let’s try not to down the whole bottle! It’s not like we are currently on duty, but when the time calls, we must do our best.”

Giyuu thought for a second before he said what he was really thinking. “I believe that tonight we can relax harder than we usually do. I’m certain our superiors will agree.”

“Would you like some more?” Kyojuro asked, preparing himself another glass.

Giyuu nodded. “Yes, please.”

The night began to soar in big guzzles of sake, Kyojuro finding his voice louder than it typically was. Giyuu threw his haori off somewhere, his limbs and brain causing his thoughts to fizz out to nothing. Another thing Giyuu wasn’t expecting was how engaging it was to talk to Kyojuro.

Giyuu began talking at Kyojuro like he was a lost friend that he hadn’t seen in decades, the information spilling out of him like a gaping hole in a large boat. Despite Giyuu running mouth like an open faucet, Kyojuro engaged regardless. 

Kyojuro listened to Giyuu with clear ears, nodding his head and occasionally sipping on his sake—not even a hint of judgement crossing his mind. Once Giyuu was finished telling his story about his sister, Kyojuro chimed in the conversation with his own perspectives. “I lost my mother, and it was also very hard for the family. Even Iguro was one who was close to me, but that happened to fall out of place after Shinazugawa stepped in.”

“Those two hate me.” Giyuu dug his nails into his palm, a swirl of feeling bubbling up into his stomach. Kyojuro quickly suppressed whatever Giyuu was feeling with his words.

“I’m sure they don’t,” Kyojuro sighed, relaxing his limbs and swirling the sake around in his mug. “The corps is full of hatred. I don’t see any hatred with you, which is why I’m not afraid to have these discussions. I like you a lot, Tomioka. You’re a really good man.”

“I need you to stop saying things like that.”

“I need you to open your eyes.” Kyojuro set his mug down.

Giyuu looked at the ground. “Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

“No,” Kyojuro replied. “You’re not.”

“What do you need me to change?”

“Your perspective. Your perspective holds everything, Tomioka. I need you to perceive yourself better.”

“I’ve tried,” Giyuu admitted, his already-quiet voice lowering to a whisper.

“I know. But, I believe in you.”

“I need to leave.” Giyuu got up, brushing off his pants and grabbing his haori where he left it. Afterwards, he made his way to the door. Kyojuro stopped him. “What are you trying to do, Rengoku?”

“I’m not going to let you leave. I’ve pushed off my feelings for long enough.”

“Wh—What?” The haze of the sake was starting to settle in, and Giyuu started to tense. “What are you even talking about? Pushed off your feelings? What does that mean?”

“I’ve liked you for so long, and now is my chance.” Kyojuro clasped Giyuu’s hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over Giyuu’s wrists gently. He took a deep inhale. “I don’t want to keep leaving you like this. Talking to you has been some of the greatest moments of my life.”

“Is this…a confession?”

Kyojuro started to panic a little bit, his cheeks heating up with a bright red, overpowering the flush from the alcohol that was already there. “If you want to phrase it like that, then yes. This is a confession.”

“You’re making a bad decision, Rengo—”

Kyojuro fidgeted as he let Giyuu’s hands go, his fists balling at his sides as he blurted out his sentences. “Please, call me Kyojuro. My first name is fine.”

“Okay then…Kyojuro.”

Kyojuro melted. “Please, Tomioka. Give me a chance for me to prove you wrong, and to prove myself. My—My feelings, too. I just have so much to show you, and not a lot of time to do it.” His chest heaved, his breathing speeding up. 

“I won’t leave.”

“Good.” Kyojuro got up close to Giyuu again, his heart racing and anticipation rising. “Tomioka—”

“Please, call me Giyuu,” Giyuu replied, his own hands clasping at Kyojuro’s. “My first name is fine.”

Kyojuro’s eyes lit up. There wasn’t any space or time left between them before their lips crashed into each other’s, hard. Giyuu gripped and tugged at whatever he could, grounding himself to Kyojuro’s body and pulling him tight. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the tension, but all Giyuu knew was that this and everything else felt absolutely right. He pressed himself into Kyojuro, anchoring his limbs anywhere that he could and closing his eyes. His tongue was plundering in Kyojuro’s mouth as his lips fell open the second he heard Kyojuro moan into him.

Kyojuro snapped away, his breath heavy and eyes dilated. “Is this okay? I didn’t really make sure to check in with you about any of this.”

Giyuu exhaled lightly to the point it almost sounded like a laugh. “I don’t care, Kyojuro. I really don’t.”

“I planned on taking this slow, but I can’t,” Kyojuro confessed, his everything strung tight with need.

“You planned this?”

“I like to brainstorm.”

“You do?” Giyuu asked.

“Mhm.” Kyojuro captured Giyuu’s lips in another searing kiss, swallowing down Giyuu’s gasp and using the time when Giyuu was stunned to snake a hand around his waist. “You’re remarkable in so many ways, Giyuu. You make me so proud.”

Kyojuro’s hands roamed delicately over Giyuu’s body, mapping out every curve and dip like a man starved. When they finally broke apart for some air, Kyojuro rested his forehead on Giyuu’s. 

“I’m sorry,” Giyuu started, swallowing nervously. He relaxed every limb in his body. “I’m sorry for not accepting you earlier.”

“Don’t apologize for something that was out of your comfort zone,” Kyojuro murmured, his deep voice roughened by emotion. He cupped Giyuu’s face tenderly, thumbs stroking over soft cheeks. “Just having you here is everything to me.”

“You’re seriously way too nice to everyone, Kyojuro.”

“I’m kind to those who are justified to have it.” Kyojuro kissed Giyuu’s red lips once, twice, before he pulled back. “And you are, in fact, justified to have everyone’s kindness.”

Giyuu’s expression softened at Kyojuro’s words, a rare vulnerability flashing across his usually stoic features. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it at all.”

They were kissing each other again, lips slotted together and bodies making contact in one push. They were both unsure on how much they wanted to touch each other, but the second Kyojuro bravely slid a hand down to touch Giyuu’s waist and ass, it was over.

Kyojuro was out of breath, his eyes dark and face flushed. “How far do you want to go?”

“As far as you want,” Giyuu replied.

“I need to be incredibly…cautious with my decisions that I plan on making. We’re both drunk, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can please you.”

“No, I can—and I want to.”

“What if I want to?”

“Giyuu, you have been coming to my residence for the last six months. It’s the least I can do to make up for your troubles.”

Giyuu shook his head. “You have been gracious enough to be a wonderful host, Kyojuro. Allow me to give you something in return.”

Kyojuro sighed, biting his lip nervously. “We can think of something later. In the meantime, I have an idea that will work for us both.”

“Consider me interested.”

Giyuu was practically throbbing at this point, light grazes from barely anything, including his clothes, turning him into a ticking time-bomb. 

Kyojuro had managed to scavenge around the Rengoku mansion for two yukatas—his father’s—deciding to snatch them both in order for him and Giyuu to have less clothing to wear.

The two of them stripped their bodies of their suffocatingly annoying uniforms, quickly changing into their breathable yukatas. Who knew clothing could provide such a terrible barrier?

“This feels so much better already,” Giyuu mumbled, wrapping the belt of his yukata into a quick knot. 

“I know.” Kyojuro did the same, throwing the yukata over his shoulders and shoving his arms through the fabric. He didn’t even care when the opening of it was wide across his chest, one of his pecs even spilling out. Giyuu couldn’t stop staring. “I see you looking, you know, Giyuu.”

“Ah,” Giyuu replied, quickly jerking his head in the opposite direction. “My apologies.”

Giyuu’s apologetic attitude sent a bolt of possession straight to Kyojuro’s core. Kyojuro grumbled. “You should stop saying sorry, Giyuu. It disappoints me that you keep finding things to shame yourself for.”

“If you say that, then it’s getting hard for me to keep waiting.”

“No more waiting then,” Kyojuro rumbled, grabbing Giyuu’s hand and leading him to a room with no windows, only a futon resting in the middle. Kyojuro slid the door shut behind him, his steps heavy as they moved closer to the futon. “We can begin as soon as you’d like.”

“You said you had an idea, correct, Kyojuro?”

“That’s right,” Kyojuro agreed, his hands darting down to undo the loose tie he made with the belt of his yukata. His hands made swift work, the cloth of his yukata opening up at his chest. Giyuu’s eyes grew wide. “It’s your turn to take yours off.”

Giyuu swallowed nervously, but made no efforts to pause the undoing of his own yukata. Soon enough, the air blew against his chest and torso, a chill zapping up his spine. “There. And your idea was…?”

“Come here.” 

Giyuu was gently laid down onto the futon with the gentle help of Kyojuro, his back landing onto the comforter with a soft noise. Kyojuro soon left open-mouthed kisses to Giyuu’s chest, Giyuu’s breath hitching as he felt soft lips across his skin. 

“Let me know if you aren’t comfortable with anything,” was all Kyojuro said before he focused on the growing tent that his fundoshi was creating. He let out a big exhale as he felt himself through his garment, his strength withering away.

Giyuu nodded, staring back at Kyojuro with dark eyes. “I will.” Giyuu looked and gawked at Kyojuro touching himself, a strange sensation tingling up into his abdomen. His own fundoshi was beginning to feel wet, and he didn’t like how it stuck to his skin. He whimpered. “My patience is running thin, Kyojuro.”

Kyojuro snapped out of whatever daze he was in. He ripped his fundoshi off, releasing Giyuu’s fundoshi right after his was torn off. Both of their cocks dangled heavily at their legs, two sets of big round eyes staring into each other as they sat in awe.

“You’re,” Giyuu sputtered.

Kyojuro gaped way too obviously. “Big.” 

The two of them were roughly the same size due to almost being the same height, and it was clear too. Giyuu was already leaking from the tip, and Kyojuro’s cockhead was flushed to an angry red. 

“Okay,” Kyojuro cleared his throat. “I’m going to try something now.”

“Go ahead.”

Once Giyuu gave the green-light, Kyojuro kneeled over the top of Giyuu, encasing Giyuu and straddling him down. Kyojuro grabbed Giyuu’s dick with a light squeeze, tugging it and rubbing his thumb over the tip with a firm swipe.

Kyojuro swirled the pad of his thumb around the first inch, using Giyuu’s dribbling precome to lube up his hand and Giyuu’s cock. 

Giyuu hissed, his head craning back against the futon. “Tighter—ohh—that’s good.”

Kyojuro started pumping Giyuu with firmer strokes, starting from the top and going all the way to the bottom in a tight fist. Kyojuro’s need to relieve the pressure in his own cock was starting to get to him, so he decided now that he would go ahead with what he was planning. 

“Why’d you stop?” Giyuu asked, resting himself up on his elbows and peering up at Kyojuro with glazed-over eyes. 

Kyojuro looked down, a sense of unease coming up through his stomach. “I don’t know how to respond without being selfish.” His need for some kind of relief was making him strained, a concentrative look washing over his features.

It finally clicked in Giyuu’s head. He sat himself up fully, angling the direction of his body so his face was in front of Kyojuro’s stomach. He dipped his head down. If Kyojuro wanted to get some pleasure, Giyuu would be eager to give it in return. 

“Whoa, Giyuu—what are you doing?” Kyojuro caught Giyuu’s head in-between his legs. “I wasn’t asking for anything like that. It’s okay, you can sit back up.”

“But—”

Kyojuro pulled up to face him Giyuu with a light yank, situating him up so they were both directly in front of each other. They sat on the futon on their knees, their hands resting at their sides. Kyojuro moved his hand down to finally grab at his own weeping cock.

Giyuu watched with sharp eyes, his curiosity getting the better of him the more Kyojuro pleasured himself with his own hand.

Kyojuro licked his bottom lip. Before he gave Giyuu enough time to understand what was going on, Kyojuro reached for Giyuu’s length, his own cock pressing up against Giyuu’s.

Giyuu flinched. He wasn’t expecting this. Although, he wasn’t pushing Kyojuro away, either. The moment that Kyojuro decided to wrap his big hand around both of their cocks simultaneously, Giyuu’s mouth fell open and he moaned. “So that’s what you were thinking…”

“I’ve never really done anything like this before,” Kyojuro huffed, increasing the pressure he had in his hand. It felt so good, and they both knew it too. Kyojuro’s jaw clenched down on his teeth hard to prevent any noises from escaping his lips.

“It’s okay,” Giyuu said. “Neither have I. I like it, though. Keep going.”

Their mingled gasps and groans filled the room as Kyojuro moved his hand up and down their lengths repeatedly. Giyuu was noticeably starting to become more noisy, and Kyojuro’s grunts were beginning to come from a deeper portion in his throat. 

Giyuu’s eyes widened, a shudder rippling through him at the sensation of their combined lengths pulsing hot and heavy in Kyojuro’s grip. Giyuu’s lips pressed together in a firm line, his abs flexing with each breath he sucked in. His hips started to move on their own, and his hand flexed as he waited for Kyojuro to keep his hand moving.

Giyuu’s vision started to blur, tunneling in on the one place where he and Kyojuro were joined, the dual heat and hardness driving him closer to orgasm with every passing second. With a surge of pure need, Giyuu joined Kyojuro and began pumping their joined cocks in earnest, the wet slap of their skin echoing in the room. Their speed started to increase tenfold, and their breaths became heavier and heavier.

Pre-come dribbled from their tips, easing their glide and intensifying the pleasure. As the force mounted, Giyuu couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss Kyojuro’s lips once more. Broken moans spilled past their lips, their sounds getting increasingly loud in the room they were in.

Giyuu let out a choppy sigh, hips bucking upwards as he began to move in tandem with Kyojuro, their strokes mirroring the rhythm of their frantic breathing. Kyojuro followed Giyuu, his dick eager to move up into their fists with each thrust.

“More,” Kyojuro gasped into the air, his voice raw with desperation. “Need more, G’yuu.” He could feel his climax approaching more quickly than he thought, the coil in his belly tightening to the point of pain.

“I’m close, Kyojuro,” Giyuu gritted out, his strokes becoming erratic as he chased his peak. His hips jumped to steal as much as he could. 

With a strangled groan, Kyojuro’s orgasm unexpectedly ripped through him, his vision fading out to white sparks as he came undone. His eyes rolled back into his head, spurt after spurt of come painting Giyuu’s stomach and chest. 

“Giyuu…oh, Giyuu,” Kyojuro groaned, still pulsing weakly in Giyuu’s grip as aftershocks rocked through his body. His head rested on Giyuu’s shoulder as he attempted to steal back his breath.

“I’m almost—mm—Kyojuro—” Giyuu’s eyes screwed shut and he squeezed his hand. His jaw fell open as the hottest groan Kyojuro had ever heard spilled out of his mouth. The noise wasn’t loud, but it was deep and hot and so rewarding for Kyojuro to hear. 

Giyuu tensed and convulsed as his own orgasm forced its way through his limbs, his hand stilling at the base of his cock and contracting as his cock pulsed and jerked uncontrollably. His come spilled out from the tip, Kyojuro stroking along Giyuu’s length gently until he was sure every tremor had passed.

Giyuu collapsed onto the futon, his and Kyojuro’s stomachs being splattered and covered with their releases. It was a little messier than Kyojuro had thought it would be, but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t like it. “Well,” Kyojuro finally said, his beaming voice already back to the way it was. “I certainly enjoyed that.”

Giyuu’s chest was rising with every deep inhale, his forearm thrown over his head as he tried to catch his breath. “Yeah, me too. I haven’t felt that good in a while”

Kyojuro waltzed over to one of the drawers, pulling out a cloth to wipe himself down. He didn’t wipe himself down first, he instead bent down to where Giyuu was, carefully cleaning Giyuu’s skin with thoughtful wipes. “I apologize if I have done anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

“Kyojuro.” Giyuu leaned up, his face a breath away from Kyojuro’s. “I liked it—a lot.”

A pause stopped Kyojuro from cleaning Giyuu anymore. Kyojuro thread a hand through Giyuu’s midnight-colored hair, gliding his fingers through his ponytail. He smiled warmly. “I did as well.” 

Giyuu kissed Kyojuro, their worries fluttering away at that moment in time where they didn’t have to care about surviving, killing, or saving.

They saved each other instead.