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Tanjiro was never going to get tired of Giyu pushing him down on the floor.
For once, though, he was trying to keep the pillar off of him, since they were technically sparring. Giyu already had a victorious smirk, but Tanjiro wiped it off his face as soon as he roughly shoved the man off with a powerful leg press.
Before the boy could slip away, the pillar grabbed both of his ankles and hurled him over his head.
Tanjiro yelped.
“Giyu, that’s cheating!” He admonished, barely having caught himself from smashing his head into the ground with a well-time air flip. To emphasize his point, the boy pointed to the wooden sword Giyu had completely dropped in order to execute the maneuver. The practice sword had been pressed against Tanjiro’s throat mere seconds before when the pillar had pinned him, so that throw had been allowed, but letting go of it completely to grapple him wasn’t.
Tanjiro, on the other hand, had still managed to keep his own sword in his hands.
“I win,” He grinned.
“Not really,” Giyu immediately rebuked, a frustratingly smug lilt in his tone. “I still have to admit surrender, remember?”
Tanjiro worked his jaw and lowered his stance. Despite the clear sign that he was about to lunge and attack, Giyu made no move to pick up his sword and just smiled.
Tanjiro shifted his weight completely on his forward foot, about to shoot off, when—
“I love it when you get that determined look in your eyes. It’s hot.”
The boy physically stuttered at Giyu’s words, and that millisecond alone was enough for his attack to become completely off balanced. It made it all too easy for the pillar to knock him over in one sweep— and he did. Tanjiro winced when his back hurled onto the ground. His sword went flying across the dirt court.
In more ways than one, Giyu had disarmed him entirely within a second.
“ That’s cheating!” Tanjiro immediately shot up, a furious blush already burning his face.
Giyu stepped between him and his fallen sword, knowing all too well the boy would still try to go for it, and just smiled. Tanjiro could smell the amusement from here.
“It’s so fun to get you flustered.”
Tanjiro tried to scowl, but it probably wasn’t working. “Giyu.”
The man just blinked.
“Yes?”
“Admit surrender already.”
That hungry scent Tanjiro knew a bit too well by now flared up as Giyu’s gazed darkened. “Then make me.”
Tanjiro felt his stomach flip with butterflies; Giyu hadn’t ever tried riling him up like this while sparring before. The pillar was actually extremely professional — aside from the occasional flirty banter in between— whenever they’d train together, and it’s been that way ever since they’d been exposed.
After word had gotten out during the banquet that Tanjiro and the Water Hashira were sleeping together, training had garnered a lot of attention from any other pillars passing by. There was nearly an entire audience the first time they spared outside — Shinobu glaring like a mother making sure Giyu didn’t try anything, Sanemi watching way too skeptically, and Tegen apparently there for his own amusement, to name a few— but it waned after everyone realized that Giyu was being completely professional when mentoring.
For Kami-sama’s sake, Giyu wouldn’t even go easy on him.
Tanjiro couldn’t begin to count how many times he got the air kicked out of him or how many times training sessions left him a sweaty, bruised mess.
Strangely, the parallels to sex didn’t arouse Tanjiro the slightest — at least, not during the time it happened.
It was actually downright frustrating how hard Giyu pushed him sometimes. Tanjiro was grateful for the mentorship, for the training and exercise, but he hadn’t won a single sparring match yet, and now that he finally got the pillar disarmed, the man was acting all strange. Giyu usually wouldn’t be trying to distract Tanjiro like this, and the difference was enough to make the tension charged between them turn a bit indecent. Not to mention the fact that it had been weeks since the last time they had sex — before the banquet — since Giyu had been busy with missions and Tanjiro with training.
The change in tactics was throwing the boy off more than he wanted to admit.
Giyu’s telling change in scent wasn’t helping, either. Tanjiro surprised himself with how suddenly he felt his body respond to the taunt, the prospect that Giyu might finally let go of his professionalism making the boy way too excited than he should be. Tanjiro would be lying if he said he never imagined, or hoped, that one of their training sessions would decend into him getting fucked. Unfortunately, Giyu had been a little too good at exhausting the boy by the end of their sessions, so Tanjiro hadn’t had the energy to initiate anything afterwards yet.
Today, however, he already felt rejuvenated with the unexpected spike of arousal.
Tanjiro didn’t want to let Giyu know that, though, so he lowered into an offensive stance instead of immediately giving into the man like he wanted, aikido hands poised. He could at least try to pretend to not be desperate, after all.
Tanjiro took a steadying breath, and, again, he lunged.
This time, Giyu reacted. The pillar abruptly appeared behind him, and Tanjiro barely managed to move away from the strike on time. Giyu was fast, though, and grabbed both of the boy’s wrists.
Tanjiro was upside down before he realized that the man just flung him.
His back hit the tough dirt with the force, and the pillar was on him before he could reorientate himself. Tanjiro tried to push Giyu off again, to get up, and their struggling quickly derailed into uncouth wrestling, dust picking up around them.
An abrupt flare of frustration charged the boy — getting Giyu disarmed had been the closest he’s got to winning a match, and he didn’t want to lose now just because the man got him a little hot and bothered. The sudden competitiveness had Tanjiro’s adrenaline rushing.
He pushed harder.
Giyu must not have expected it, because the boy caught him off guard and flung them both over. The pillar hadn’t let go of him, so they ended up rolling together, and it revivalized their struggle in full earnest. Tanjiro was kicking like a maniac and threw himself up for a last ditch headbutt.
Giyu dodged it.
So Tanjiro went for the next best thing: he bit him.
The scent of Giyu’s genuine alarm burned his nose, and the man instantly pulled Tanjiro off and wrangled him back down— hard . The slam of his back hitting the ground felt like a punctuating endnote. Giyu must’ve been somehow holding back all along, because with a single unrestrained move, Tanjiro just instantly knew —
He had lost.
Even with all the energy and determination in the world, the pillar was just too damn strong.
The boy settled with this devastating thought, pinned to the ground and heaving for air. It had all happened in just a few seconds, the blur of motion dizzying, and Tanjiro could only stand to try to catch his breath.
Giyu just looked down at him for a long moment.
“ That was different.” He finally said.
Tanjiro didn’t want to look at him, suddenly ashamed.
Kama-sama— he bit Giyu’s face like some animal; to say Tanjiro was belatedly embarrassed of his actions would be an understatement.
At the very least, the man looked fine, nothing to show for except a streak of teeth indentation along his cheek that would probably fade in minutes. But still.
“...I really thought I could maybe win this one.” Tanjiro admitted, deflated. “Sorry, I, er… went a little… crazy.”
Giyu slightly raised his eyebrows. “You don’t have to apologize for that,” His shocked scent settled into something more impressed. “I was just… surprised, is all.”
Tanjiro hesitantly flickered his eyes back up to the man, hoping to get a better read of his response. To the boy’s mortification, Giyu looked back with something way too damn teasing rising in his scent.
“I didn’t expect you to be so feral, Tanjiro.”
The boy’s heart jumped to his throat, unprepared for the husky lilt in Giyu's voice. The one remark was all Tanjiro needed for his exhaustion to vanish, suddenly hyper aware of their position; the boy was already under him.
“I-I’m not,” He still tried to defend, his ears burning. He looked off to the side, mumbling, “If anything, you’re the feral one…”
“Oh, really?” Giyu smiled, leaning closer. “And why’s that?”
Tanjiro’s heart was hammering in his chest. A part of him was wrought in anticipation— because finally, finally, finally — and the idea of Giyu having him right here was already doing things to him.
Tanjiro blushed. “You know why…”
Giyu’s exhale sounded suspiciously on the cusp of a laugh, and he leaned down to whisper in the boy’s ear, scent heavy.
“Give in.”
It took Tanjiro a moment to realize that the pillar was talking about the spar, which technically hadn’t yet ended— but it hardly mattered when the boy was already giving in to Giyu anyway. The boy never admitted defeat so fast.
“I surrender, I surrender.” He promised, eager to dismiss the training. Tanjiro didn’t realize how desperate he sounded until the words left his mouth, but there was no taking it back now. He didn’t care anymore if it was obvious— he didn’t even care anymore that he had lost the spar, his competitive fire gone.
Now Tanjiro was feeling heated in a different way.
Giyu leaned back a bit, and his scent gave the impression that he was taking in the sight of Tanjiro pinned underneath him. The boy fidgeted nervously.
“Then the spar is over,” Giyu said. To Tanjiro’s surprise, the man got up and off him completely. “You did well.” The pillar offered his hand, abrupt teasing now gone just as suddenly. The boy didn’t know if he imagined it, but there was a flicker of frustration in Giyu’s scent before it went strangely neutral.
Tanjiro blinked, mouth slightly agape.
What?
He could’ve sworn just moments ago Giyu’s scent had gotten heavy like it always did when he was aroused, but now the man was acting as if the last few seconds hadn’t happened. Tanjiro knew the Hashira liked to tease, but not like this. The boy quickly tried to school the disappointment no doubt rising in his expression.
“Oh, r-right.” He took Giyu’s hand and let the pillar help him up. Tanjiro felt his face burn and looked away as he dusted off his uniform; now he was feeling like he had been way too over eager all along. If GIyu really wanted to have sex with him, he would’ve initated it by now… right?
Tanjiro feigned an unbothered smile at the way Giyu impersonally patted his shoulder. “We can spare again sometime tomorrow if you want to practice more grappling techniques. For the sake of limited time, though, you should probably keep your focus on sword skills.”
The boy nodded along practically absently. For some reason, it had been easy the past few weeks to ignore the fact that Giyu hadn’t made any moves towards him— understandable, even, whenever Tanjiro noticed Shinobu lurking nearby— but now he was just getting impatient.
What was the point of the entire headquarters knowing they slept together if they didn’t even do it anymore??
Giyu, oblivious, just threw Tanjiro his practice sword to put away; knowing their routine, Giyu was now going to go wash up at the headquarters bath, and — by Shinobu’s strict orders — Tanjiro was going to have to clean up separately at the butterfly mansion. The boy sighed.
Maybe he should just try saying something…
“Um, Giyu…?”
The man turned around from the large stone that had their folded haoris laying on top— they always would take the coats off before sparring to avoid getting them full of dirt. Tanjiro caught Giyu right before he could pick his up and walk away.
“Yes?” He asked.
Tanjiro shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His courage spurring him on, he opened his mouth to say the words, but his throat immediately went dry. What in the world could he ever say, anyway?
You got me all riled up just to leave me here? Kami-sama— Tanjiro might as well announce to the pillar that he was pathetically desperate, because apparently a little teasing is enough to make the boy insecure about everything. He knew that it was unreasonable, though, because, not including the time he’s been away for missions, Giyu’s technically only been around headquarters for a few days. Of course the man was busy— the fact that he made enough time to keep training Tanjiro like he originally promised was a blessing in itself. To expect more, especially when the man was at headquarters to rest , would be too clingy, surely.
Still, Tanjiro couldn’t help but feel a little dejected.
Was he being too needy? Too horny? Tanjiro knew his, er… sexual drive might be a little more turbluent compared to Giyu’s because of his younger age— but still. Surely he wasn’t the only one disappointed right now that they were going to keep the spar professional?
Tanjiro blushed at the sudden thought that maybe he didn’t need to ask about it at all— maybe he’d just have to offer .
Maybe all he had to do was invite Giyu over to his room — while Zenitsu and Inosuke were out, of course— and the man would get the idea. Or maybe he just had to drop a hint that he wanted them to spend the night together. Anything .
Still, words failed to leave his lips.
Tanjiro tried again. “Weren’t you going to… I mean— do you maybe want to—?” He didn’t have the courage to be so forward anymore suddenly, and he had the feeling that his attempts to suggest it vaguely weren’t working. The boy scratched the back of his head. “N-nevermind.” He tried to laugh.
Giyu gave an assessing look, bemused.
Tanjiro tried to not visibly cave in on himself from the genuine scent of puzzlement; so the pillar really wasn’t getting the clue.
“What were you going to say?” He pressed instead.
The boy twisted one hand in the other. “It’s nothing,” He shook his head, but he wouldn’t be surprised if the way his face was flushing was more than telling.
Then Tanjiro could smell the prickle of understanding and surprise from the pillar.
“ Oh ,” Giyu realized.
Great . Now this was all just downright embarrassing. Tanjiro dismissively shook his hands in front of himself before the pillar could say another word. “Thank you for the training,” He rushed. “I-I’ll be going now. Bye.”
The boy didn’t even pick up his haori, walking away in the opposite direction in the poor attempt to save some face. It was absurd how easily his courage fluctuated, because now he was practically running away when he had been willing to expose himself just moments ago.
It was too late now, though; Giyu realized the gist of what he was about to say.
To Tanjiro, it seemed clear that the response was going to be some form of deferment or rejection, because —otherwise— the pillar wouldn’t have pulled away from him in the first place.
…Right?
Tanjiro tossed the practice sword in the bin by the wall, not really paying too much attention to where he was walking.
Maybe he just needed to chill out. It’s not like Giyu had been giving him a completely cold shoulder this entire time; he kissed the boy whenever he’d return or leave for a mission, and sometimes they would hold hands when sitting together for lunch break on the engawa. Tanjiro felt pretty secure in their romantic relationship, so why was he letting such a tiny period of abstinence bother him so much?
You’re too needy , he lamented to himself. You’re too needy and clingy and horny.
Tanjiro turned the corner of the wall, the stretch of garden that connected headquarters and the butterfly mansion desolate like always.
Then, out of nowhere, Tanjiro felt himself get shoved.
"Ack!"
The boy was abruptly shaken from his thoughts by the force, blinking rapidly. Giyu was suddenly in front of him— the pillar had pushed him against the wall.
“Did you think I would just let you go after a stunt like that?” Giyu intoned.
His forearm was above Tanjiro’s head, boxing him in, and the man was close .
The boy looked up at him and swallowed. “W-what stunt?” He managed.
He was still trying to recover from the shock of being shoved against a stone wall, and the fact that Giyu’s scent was smelling all heavy again wasn’t helping things.
“You were taunting me when you knew I couldn’t do anything with Shinobu there.” He said.
“I—” Tanjiro’s eyes widened. Is that why Giyu had abruptly pulled away? The wave of relief he felt was overwhelming. “I didn’t know she was watching.”
Giyu slightly raised his eyebrows.
“You couldn’t even scent her?”
The boy rapidly shook his head. “No, I didn’t even notice. Honest.” His spatial senses weren’t nearly as good as Inosuke’s or anything, but Tanjiro couldn’t help but feel an inkling of failure. “Was she really that close?”
Noticing the boy’s genuine concern, the pillar’s faint skepticism immediately dropped.
“She was quite far away, actually. I wouldn’t have expected you to be able to sense her at all, in fact, if it wasn’t for your extremely good sense of smell.”
“Maybe she was downwind?” Tanjiro tried, a little irked to have been oblivious to such an important detail. Shinobu showing up changed everything .
Ever since the banquet, it had been clear that they didn’t want to be caught by the Insect Hashira. She had chased Giyu the entire night when she first found out, and Tanjiro still didn’t know what went down between them for the pillars to come back the next morning seemingly at an agreement. It was clear that they made some sort of deal, because Shinobu cornered Tanjiro the next day to give him this entire speech about how she was ‘only allowing it because of the clear affection’ he had for the man and such; for some reason, Tanjiro had the impression that she wouldn’t have tolerated it the other way around— under the incorrect assumption that Giyu manipulated him or something. Tanjiro had never been more glad for accidentally fawning over the Water Hashira multiple times in front of her ever since, knowing it helped their case.
But she was still clearly against Giyu personally, and it was obvious that there would be hell to pay if she caught them doing anything remotely sexual.
Once, when Tanjiro had lept into the pillar’s arms and kissed him after the man returned from a long mission, Shinobu had, upon witnessing it, promptly came up and whacked Giyu . Even though the man hadn’t done a thing except catch the boy from falling. Even though Tanjiro was the one who forced himself on the man— literally.
They both quickly understood it was better to just not let Shinobu see anything at all after that.
For Giyu’s sake.
“Well,” The pillar drawled, stealing the boy from his thoughts, “She can’t see us anymore.”
Tanjiro felt a flare of excitement that was just outright indecent at the words.
“No one can see us,” he quietly agreed.
Giyu made a noncommittal, low hum. “Should we continue where we left off, then?” The man was already unbuttoning his shirt, his haori apparently also left behind at the rock. The boy felt his heart rate stutter.
Finally, finally, finally—
“Yes, please—”
Giyu gave him a hungry look, and Tanjiro couldn’t even spare the moment to feel exhilarated about the lusting being mutual all along. He couldn’t even begin to rein in his desperation.
A soft whine escaped his throat as soon as the pillar’s hand yanked apart the buttons of his uniform shirt, and the heat of the man’s large palm on his bare torso went straight to Tanjiro’s groin.
"I've bruised you." Giyu noted, his fingers trailing over the boy’s hip bone. Tanjiro had landed hard there from when they were sparring, so the spot hadn't even darkened yet.
Tanjiro was about to ask how he could already tell, but the man pressing his thumb gently into the tender skin was enough to make him visibly shudder.
Yeah, that was definitely going to bruise.
"It's fine." Tanjiro breathed.
Kami-sama, his legs already felt like jelly. He could feel Giyu's soft breath on his forehead, the pillar’s hair tickling his nose, and his stomach fluttered with butterflies. He loosely wrapped his arms around the pillar’s neck.
"As much as I like marking you, I actually don't enjoy hurting you."
Tanjiro could feel Giyu’s voice softly rumble each time he spoke. They were nearly pressed chest to chest, if it wasn’t for the man towering over him, and the boy unabashedly relished how aroused he felt being cornered like this.
Tanjiro could feel every inhale bring them closer, the fabrics of their unbuttoned shirted brushing, and the sliver of space between them did nothing to lessen the radiating warmth he could feel from the man before him. Giyu’s deepening scent completely enveloped him— yet Tanjiro still couldn’t get enough of it.
He sighed, already in bliss. “I know.”
“Tanjiro,” Giyu sounded like he wanted to admonish him for being so flippant about it, but there was too much helpless fondness there. His thumb was still caressing circles on the boy’s hip bone, and he leaned lower to press a kiss behind Tanjiro’s ear.
The boy’s eyes immediately fluttered close.
Giyu’s mouth continued to trail down his throat, feather light touches leaving his skin burning with the contact all the same.
“Giyu,” Tanjiro barely had to whisper, turning his head. That was all the man needed to understand, and he shifted to meet him halfway, lips on lips.
No matter how many times they’ve kissed, Tanjiro felt his heart skip and stomach jump; no matter how many times, something in Tanjiro’s head trilled and something in his skin buzzed, and he was falling .
He shifted to tenderly hold Giyu’s face in his hands, fingers weaving through long hair.
When the pillar forced his mouth open with his own, Tanjiro couldn’t help his small whimper at the intrusion. Giyu groaned.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
Tanjiro felt the low sound reverberate through him and sink straight down his stomach. He felt almost pathetic at how easily Giyu’s praises made him fall apart. The pillar leaned in and overtook him again effortlessly, and the boy was completely pliant to the man’s mouth.
It had only been a minute, but already the boy was sinking into the euphoria of finally kissing Giyu like no one was watching— dirty, desperate, and erotic enough to make Tanjiro flush at his own conduct.
Their tongues moved against each other, wet and hot, and Tanjiro scrunched his eyes closed tighter. They could kiss for hours and the boy would still be overwhelmed by the smallest things— an inhale in sync, a small, deep sound from Giyu’s throat, the man’s grip on his side tightening just slightly more— it was all enough to get Tanjiro light headed within seconds.
The weight of Giyu’s body and heavy scent against him was downright addicting.
They had started slow, but already Giyu was pressing harder, kissing him deeper, being rougher, and Tanjiro whined in his mouth. He could never get enough of this sensation: of Giyu taking control, of Giyu kissing him hard enough to make him dizzy, of Giyu holding him closer, tighter—
He could never get enough of Giyu.
Breathless, Tanjiro had to tilt his head away to gasp.
His chest heaved as he panted, and his lips were already stinging, probably flushed. His entire face felt flushed, actually.
Tanjiro didn’t know whether he was embarrassed or obsessed with how dazed he’d always get.
Either way, nothing could prepare the boy for the way Giyu always looked back at him after they parted; his blue eyes were darkened, and even the Hashira couldn’t escape donning a subtle blush. Most of all, though, his gaze was intense enough to make Tanjiro want to instinctually hide his face— Giyu watched the boy catch his breath the same way a predator watches its prey.
Tanjiro welcomed the familiar spike of nerves and arousal.
Giyu leaned forward to kiss him once more, this time chaste, and straightened back up.
“My room?” He half-whispered, voice already going rough.
Tanjiro had to fight the urge to flush further; it was obvious what Giyu was implying.
The boy was more than eager to have sex with the pillar and nod, but he didn’t want this momentum to end. Another idea struck him.
Fighting an even stronger blush, Tanjiro instead shook his head.
Giyu immediately leaned back despite the surprise and disappointment in his scent. A part of Tanjiro was endlessly touched by the man’s respect and thoughtfulness, but another part of him was wrought in anticipation— Giyu wasn’t going to stay disappointed for long.
The boy felt an abrupt spark of courage, and he pulled Giyu right back against him before the man could speak.
Tanjiro pleadingly looked up at him.
“Have me right here?”
Had they not been so close, Tanjiro wouldn’t have caught the fact that Giyu gulped.
For once, the much-more-experienced and older Hashira was caught off guard and, judging by his scent, even flustered.
Tanjiro would be lying if he said getting such a reaction didn’t make him a bit proud.
For what it was worth, the man still did a great job recovering. He had his put-together expression again– his scent was going haywire, though— and just raised his eyebrows.
“Against the wall?”
Tanjiro pressed on through his welling embarrassment, and placed a kiss against Giyu’s jaw before snuggling more into the crook of his shoulder. “No one’s around.” He pointed out.
“That’s not—” Giyu stopped himself and huffed; it sounded helplessly amused. To Tanjiro’s thrill, the pillar’s scent settled and got heavier again. “I just didn’t expect you to be so… bold today.”
Tanjiro had to resist hiding his face even further.
More like horny and kinky— but Giyu was being nice for not putting it that way.
“We, um,” Tanjiro could feel his face heat, “just don’t always need a bed around to… to do it, i-is all I’m saying…” He trailed off, getting quieter.
Not responding right away, the boy could only wait while listening to Giyu’s breathing, and the man's last exhale lilted into a chuckle. “Clearly,” He said, far too pleased.
Tanjiro winced; Right… Last time they were in Giyu’s room, but they hadn’t even made it far enough to get to the tatami. But the floor was one thing— walls were a whole other thing, because walls were upright, so…
“Well— I mean, if you don’t want to carry me, then that’s fine—” Tanjiro stammered. “We don’t have to— —Ah!”
Within a second, Giyu had hooked his hands around the back of Tanjiro’s thighs and hoisted him off the ground.
Suddenly, the boy was looking directly at Giyu, the height difference eliminated, and there was more pressure on his back from being pressed harder against the stone.
“You were saying?” Giyu gracefully raised an eyebrow.
“I— um—”
Kami-sama, he smelled too damn smug. Tanjiro wished he could hate it, but the shot of arousal from the display of power was not helping. Giyu had just lifted him as if it was nothing .
Tanjiro knew he was smaller, but still— demon slayer training didn’t leave anyone light or dainty, regardless of looks. The idea that Giyu was probably strong enough to hold the boy up the entire time, though, was becoming more and more likely the longer Tanjiro thought about it, and the idea excited him to no end.
“Kami-sama, Tanjiro,” Giyu breathed. “If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll end up never fucking in a proper bed ever again.”
Tanjiro blinked, suddenly hyperaware of his own expression. Oh, crap— he didn’t even know what kind of face he was making. Based on what he was thinking, the pillar could’ve perceived anything from how marginally more turned on he just got to how close his heart was about to explode from his chest. “H-how was I looking at you??” He flustered.
“...Your pupils literally dilated.”
Tanjiro felt his face flush even further with shame. “Oh…”
So, he basically had the ‘Kami-sama, you’re so hot, please just fuck me right now’ face. Fantastic.
At the boy’s embarrassment, Giyu's scent abruptly turned sharply sweet with fondness, and he smiled. “It’s actually endearing how shy you still get.”
Tanjiro bit his lip and looked away.
“...you say that as if I’m not new to a lot of this sort of thing still…”
Giyu’s gaze darkened again. “That’s another thing I love about you,” He leaned forward and began to kiss a spot on the boy’s throat. Tanjiro shuddered. “Every sound you make… every overwhelmed breath, every vulnerable shiver…” Giyu continued, mouthing the skin between words. “Every foreign pain you experience, every mark, every orgasm… Every erotic sensation, and every plea I drag out of you… No one else will ever have that privilege,” Giyu’s voice went raspier. “Because it’s all mine first. You’re all mine first.”
Holy Kami-sama— it’s a good thing Tanjiro was being carried now, because his legs would’ve given out. Giyu bit the spot on his neck barely hard enough to sting, and that was all the boy needed for the most desperate and shameless whine to leave his throat.
Kami-sama, he could just die .
“Giyu—” Tanjiro was already breathless.
His stomach had practically flown away by this point, and Giyu’s possessiveness only served to arouse him even more. Tanjiro’s hips were flush against the pillar’s abdomen, and it was probably obvious to both of them how hard he was already.
“Mm,” Giyu hummed, moving to kiss a different spot, “That too. The way you say my name. ”
Tanjiro parted his lips to try to respond with something intelligible, but Giyu shifted closer, making the boy squirm at how the movement brushed against his erection. Without mercy the pillar jostled him again, repositioning the boy up a little higher. Now with better access to his throat, Giyu didn’t waste a second to mouth the expanse of skin mercilessly.
Tanjiro made a choked noise.
Giyu’s hold on him was as sturdy as the wall to his back— to keep the position up would take some core strength on Tanjiro’s own part, but he hardly minded when he was being pinned like this — so there was nowhere to go whenever a graze of teeth or wet tongue made Tanjiro want to instinctually draw back for some sanity.
He was completely helpless to each touch, and there was nothing for him to do except endure the assault on his sensitive skin.
Giyu bit down hard, and Tanjiro flinched.
“ Ah !”
At the lack of any way else to cope, the boy tightly wrapped his legs around the pillar’s torso and held onto his neck closer. It didn’t even faze Giyu, his hold too stable and his mouth currently too fixated on Tanjiro’s collarbone. The inseparable contact made each miniscule movement the man made follow to the pressure the boy felt against his back, each shift to kiss another spot moving them both in tandem.
Tanjiro’s shoulders came up when Giyu moved closer to tease the junction of his jaw and ear.
“I can feel how fast your heart’s beating,” The Hashira said.
The boy shivered at the deep rumble right by his ear, the breath slightly tickling. Giyu began to knead his fingers where he was holding Tanjiro’s thighs, and the added sensation was enough for the boy to involuntarily give a breathy moan. His groin was getting uncomfortably warm, and he was tempted to move his hips for some friction at this rate.
Tanjiro felt like his heart was fluttering like a bird’s. “You’re being unfair—”
He couldn’t see it, but he could feel Giyu smirk against his skin. “How so?”
“You’re teasing.” The boy huffed. He couldn’t actually be upset about it, because the Hashira always teased, but better than accidentally replying with a moan again.
“As much as I love the idea of having you like this,” Giyu leaned back, causing Tanjiro to drag a little down the wall. “We can’t do this here if I can’t prepare you.”
The boy felt his face catch on fire.
Oh. Right.
Despite the embarrassment, Tanjiro knew for a fact that Giyu carried lubricant on him now, but he barely realized that the pillar’s hands would be too full, literally, to take the time to finger him like this. The boy ducked his head.
He really didn’t want to move from here, though…
“Can we just… do it without the preparing, then…?”
Giyu looked at him. “Tanjiro,” He said. His voice was still rough, but his scent went suddenly tender. “It’ll hurt for you.”
The boy felt an abrupt flare of defiance. “I can handle it.”
The pillar gave him a long, leveling look, and Tanjiro returned it head on; there was a sense of deja vu, since Giyu had wanted to hold back from having actual sex last time too, also out of concern. Yet last time, Tanjiro had won.
Giyu seemed to remember that outcome too, because he dropped the intensity and sighed. It was simultaneously exasperated and impressed. “Fine.” He relented. “Only because I can’t say no to you, and you seem to have a knack for getting your way regardless.”
Tanjiro opened his mouth to say something, indignant, but was thrown off when Giyu’s scent suddenly turned dark and intense again.
“But only on the condition,” the pillar demanded, “that we go at my pace. Alright?”
It took a moment for Tanjiro to realize what Giyu was actually saying. At the implication, the boy couldn’t help but flush— Giyu might as well have told Tanjiro that he was too desperate and eager to be trusted to handle controlling the speed without hurting himself. A part of the boy wanted to complain that the pillar was being unfair, but Giyu shot him a harder look. He clicked his mouth shut.
The Hashira pointedly jostled him against the wall. “ Alright ?” He repeated.
Tanjiro felt pathetic at how the little use of force and authority already had him wanting to melt. Kami-sama, Giyu just did something to him.
Fuck it— he’d be willing for anything at this point. Not trusting his voice to speak, Tanjiro nodded.
Satisfied with the clear effect he was having on the boy, Giyu smiled and went back to kissing the spot by his ear. “Good boy,” He breathed.
Tanjiro squirmed and failed to resist whimpering at the burning touch of his mouth.
Kami-sama, he felt tortured sometimes with how slow Giyu would purposefully go, and now the man just had a free ticket to go as slow as he wanted without Tanjiro able to do a thing. The boy wanted to say he absolutely hated it, but…
Dammit, the helplessness was just turning him on.
“Can I move?” Tanjiro tried, already overwhelmed and breathless from the stinging on his throat again.
Giyu made a small gruff noise, pushing Tanjiro up against the wall higher as he began to trail kisses and love bites down his sternum. “No,” He smiled. “My pace, remember?”
Tanjiro unabashedly groaned. This man was trying to kill him.
The boy was itching to grind his hips, anything for some needed friction, but Giyu seemed far too content with staying at the make-out phase. Dang it— he was completely taking advantage!
“ Giyu ,”Tanjiro whined.
The pillar’s scent went far too smug. His tongue flicked the bud of the boy’s nipple, making him shiver.
“Hah—”
Giyu began to mouth the spot right next to it. “Use your words, Tanjiro.” He ordered.
The boy tensed, involuntarily twitching from how the Hashira moved to nip at a sensitive spot below his collar bone. The pillar’s hold didn’t give in the slightless from the way his thighs braced.
“Can you just—” Tanjiro panted, “Just—”
Giyu barely shoved Tanjiro further up against the wall, but the brush against the boy’s erection was enough to make him moan. The pillar smelled far too pleased.
“What was that?”
Tanjiro was frustrated enough to want to risk rolling his hips, damn the consequences. The pressure of Giyu’s firm torso in between his legs was driving him crazy, because his dick was pressing up against him just enough to stimulate it without actually moving. Kami-sama, he wanted to move so badly, though.
Arousal was coiling up tighter in his groin each passing second, and it was wringing Tanjiro up so tight that he was practically moments away from trembling. In vain, the boy tried to squeeze his legs closed; Giyu’s hands held his thighs tighter and didn’t let him.
“Please,” Tanjiro begged, “Please, just move already, Giyu.”
The Hashira teased the drag of his teeth up to the boy’s shoulder, pushing aside the jacket. “Move how?”
Tanjiro barely restrained the urge to moan in both arousal and despair. “You know what I mean—” He gasped as Giyu bit down at the junction of his shoulder and neck. This time he couldn’t help the desperate moan it dragged out. His dick throbbed.
Giyu mercilessly dropped Tanjiro down a bit to be eye-level again, making the boy’s erection drag against him and giving him burning embarrassment from the forced eye contact.
“What do you want, Tanjiro?”
Tanjiro flushed further. “Giyu, please—”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes— please, Giyu please, just—” Tanjiro nodded fervently. “I won’t move, I’ll be good for you, I promise— I promise, Giyu please, please just—” To the boy’s own surprise, it was easy to descend into shameless begging, but Giyu shut him up with a mouth kiss before he could go on.
“Kami-sama, Tanjiro,” Giyu groaned, leaning back. “You should hear yourself.”
Belatedly, embarrassment heated the boy’s face, but, before he could dwell on it, the pillar shifted his hold on him. “You’re going to have to help hold yourself up for me real quick.” He said, the rasp in his voice the only thing giving away his waning self control.
Tanjiro barely noticed; he was already nodding before Giyu had finished his sentence or even before fully processing the request. Thankfully, it was instinct to shift his own weight and push himself up against the wall more to stay upright when the pillar let go of one of his legs.
Tanjiro couldn’t see it, but he heard Giyu unzipping his pants just enough to pull his own dick out, right below the boy’s hips, and the pillar wasted no time taking out a vial of oil from an inside pocket of his jacket.
It looked like they were mostly keeping their clothes on, but Tanjiro couldn’t complain when the jacket was probably going to be the only buffer between his skin and the rock wall once he starts getting jostled around; the anticipation of that alone had the boy’s shoulders bracing and his groin aching.
There was a clink of glass as Giyu dropped the vial aside, and it took a moment for Tanjiro to put together that the man probably just poured it all on his erection in one go before tossing it aside.
Oh—
Suddenly it was all happening too fast, and Tanjiro nearly squeaked when Giyu clamped both hands on the junction between his thighs and hips. In one fell swoop, the pillar pulled the boy’s pants down and completely off of his erection, and he yanked again so harshly the middle seam tore.
Tanjiro didn’t even care, lightheaded from his heart racing and skin buzzing. The sudden exposure to his dick and the outside air made him involuntarily squirm.
“Get your pants off,” Giyu demanded, sounding just as breathless.
Tanjiro didn’t need to be told twice; he was able to shimmy each pant leg off from behind Giyu’s back with his feet— which was only made possible in the first place by the man tearing them like that— and relished the bare skin contact of his thighs wrapped around the pillar’s torso.
Even with Giyu still having his unbuttoned jacket on, the sudden vulnerability and sensitivity had Tanjiro holding onto the pillar tighter in a poor attempt to cope. He was completely at Giyu’s mercy.
The thrill and embarrassment and excitement of it all was addicting.
“Remember,” Giyu breathed by his temple, kissing the angle of his brow, “No moving.”
“Mhm,” Tanjiro managed, suddenly aware how he was trembling despite the lack of cold.
The boy let his eyes flutter close to try to negate how overwhelmed he already felt, but it only served to make him more hyperaware how Giyu was repositioning his hands on his thighs. It’s like he was trying to get the right angle, right hold, and Tanjiro didn’t even expect it when he finally felt the head of Giyu’s erection underneath him.
Seamlessly, the man shifted to drag his dick across the underside of Tanjiro’s entrance, purposefully not pushing inside yet, and the first thrust alone had the boy shivering.
“Ah—”
Tanjiro winced at the cold and slippery sensation of all of the slick, but Giyu didn’t wait for him to adjust and just rolled his hips again.
“It’ll warm up,” He reassured without the boy having to say a thing, continuing to drag his erection back and forth underneath him. Tanjiro whined, toes curling, and dropped his head into the crook of Giyu’s shoulder. Just this sensation alone was enough for the boy’s dick to ache in arousal, and the dirty noises of the slick weren’t helping.
“Push it in,” Tanjiro gasped, helpless with his hips pinned against the wall. Kami-sama— it was pathetic, but he felt like he was going to come at this rate if Giyu kept that up alone. He didn’t want to yet. “Please, Giyu—”
Tanjiro could feel the man’s huff on the nape of his neck. He was too embarrassed to look the man in the eyes, so he meant to keep his head tucked under Giyu’s, but the pillar apparently had other plans.
The Hashira’s grip on his thighs tightened harshly. “Let me see you, Tanjiro. Look at me.”
The boy shook his head and nuzzled further into his shoulder.
To both Tanjiro’s relief and horror, Giyu stopped rolling his hips. “Tanjiro,” He warned.
At the dark tone, the boy immediately knew he didn’t have a choice. Giyu probably would’ve grabbed his chin and forced him by now had he not had his hands full carrying him.
Tanjiro hesitantly lifted his head, eye level with the pillar, but still averted his gaze.
“I said look at me.”
Tanjiro 's eyes flickered to his at first before he finally got the courage to keep them there, locking gazes.
Kami-sama, his face felt like it was on fire.
“Good,” Giyu approved, voice gentler. “Don’t look away, okay?”
Even Tanjiro could tell that his ears were probably red. Still, he nodded.
“O-okay.”
Giyu’s scent warmed before darkening again. His fingers moved slightly higher up Tanjiro’s thighs, and the boy didn’t need to see to know how much precision and control was in each shift on pillar’s part. Without letting go of him at all, Giyu was able to position his dick right at his entrance.
Tanjiro stilled.
Giyu began to push inside, and immediately the large intrusion made Tanjiro wince, and his face contorted from the pressure. Kami-sama— it hadn’t even breached yet, but the attempt was enough for the boy to make a small noise of pain. Immediately, Giyu stopped and pulled back.
Oh. That was why he wanted Tanjiro to look at him.
“No, no— I’m fine,” The boy tried to reassure, belatedly schooling his face into something less of a grimace. “Keep going, Giyu— please.”
The man gave him a look that made it obvious, even without scent, how hard he was trying to not appear overly concerned.
“I’m not going to stop,” He promised, “I’m just going at the pace I want, remember?”
Tanjiro didn’t know how he could feel so touched and frustrated at once; the pace Giyu ‘wanted’ to go was clearly just a reaction to how he was handling it.
“I need you to take deeper breaths this time.” Giyu continued. “Relax, Tanjiro.”
Oh— right.
The boy had practically stopped breathing the first time the pillar tried— dammit, he should know better already. A part of Tanjiro was desperate to prove that he could take it without Giyu coddling him, and he didn’t want to mess up again with such an amauter mistake.
“Okay—”
Giyu pushed forward again, and the boy still instinctually tensed at feeling the contact of the head against his entrance. Tanjiro could feel the radiating heat from here, and he had a feeling that the wetness he felt there wasn’t from the lubricant. He mentally willed himself to loosen up.
The pillar continued to push, watching him carefully.
There was a spike of pain from forcing such a stretch right away, and Tanjiro swallowed down the bubbling whimper, wedging it in his throat. He maintained eye contact and did his best to control his expression, but he couldn’t hold back a gasp when Giyu abruptly jostled him against the wall. He had also pulled away again.
“Stop trying to hide it, Tanjiro,” Giyu admonished, voice rough. “I can tell just by your eyes— I’m not forcing it if it’s causing you too much pain.”
Tanjiro instinctually averted his gaze before remembering that he wasn’t allowed to do that.
“It hurts me regardless…” He tried pointing out.
Giyu’s scent got heavier, and for a second, Tanjiro was afraid that he had genuinely upset the man. By the time he was looking back at the pillar, though, Giyu’s expression had just gone sultry .
“Trust me,” His eyes darkened, and there was a glint in them that had Tanjiro’s adrenaline spiking. “I know how to tell the difference between the bad and good pain when it comes to you… I can also tell whenever you really, really , like it.” Giyu’s voice was a hoarse whisper by the end, and the boy couldn’t help but shudder.
Kami-sama— Tanjiro felt so exposed, like Giyu could see right through him.
The pillar gaze was so intense that the boy desperately wanted permission to look away.
“Another thing, Tanjiro. Don’t hide your cries from me— I can tell when you do that too, remember?”
Giyu could definitely see right through him.
Even if Tanjiro had struggled with maintaining his expression, he had thought he’d at least done a good job hiding that . Nothing gets past the pillar, apparently.
“S-sorry,” Tanjiro blushed.
Giyu pecked him on the cheek before leaning back again. Tanjiro felt the man’s erection press up onto his entrance again. “You don’t need to be sorry. You just need to breathe.”
Tanjiro inhaled, abruptly aware how he had tensed again.
This time, when Giyu kept pushing, Tanjiro didn’t hide the whine that the pressure dragged out of him. He even didn’t restrain the way his hips instinctually flinched away.
To his surprise, Giyu kept going.
“Good,” He praised. “Keep taking deep breaths.”
“O-okay—” Tanjiro's breath hitched, feeling the beginnings of the dick’s intrusion. How much more was this going to burn until the entire head actually breached? For Kami-sama’s sake, Giyu must’ve been going slower than ever, because the boy had never been this fixated on waiting for the ‘it’s in’ sensation before.
Giyu suddenly thrusted, and the jolt of pain made Tanjiro seize up.
“Ah!!—”
His cry almost covered up the pillar’s groan.
Giyu sharply inhaled. “Kami-sama— you’re tight.”
To the best of Tanjiro’s judgment, the head was definitely in, but that was only a single inch. The stretch of that alone already had the boy heaving and digging his nails into Giyu’s back.
“Keep going,” He whined, “Please— It’ll just hurt if you stay still— just keep— ah !”
Giyu already thrusted up what felt like another inch, and there was enough of him inside that Tanjiro could feel it when the pillar’s dick throbbed. The sensation almost went by unnoticed under the burning pain of the stretch.
Kami-sama, it hurt, it hurt —
If the initial pain almost made Tanjiro want to back out even the times he was prepared , then this was just outright impossible.
“Breathe, Tanjiro,” Giyu reminded him, his own voice strained.
Tanjiro nodded, his heart feeling like it was going on overdrive.
The pillar wasn’t trying to push deeper anymore, but he was rolling his hips just enough to tease what he had already inside; it still had the boy whining with each miniscule thrust.
“ Giyu —” Tanjiro begged. He didn’t even know what he was begging for— for him to stop or keep going or go deeper— and Giyu seemed to get the same impression because he didn’t ask.
“You’re doing good,” He said instead. Tanjiro felt his face burn with the praise— he was still utterly embarrassed being forced to maintain eye contact. Giyu was looking back at him intensely enough to make the boy ashamed each time he felt his own expression involuntarily give something away; each pained wince and shaky inhale embarrassed him to no end with the way Giyu ate up all of it.
The slick was already making squelching noises with the motions, and Tanjiro genuinely couldn’t tell if the pain was getting worse or just more localized or transcending at all yet into the numbness he was anticipating. Only when his own exhales naturally started to taper into whines did Tanjiro realize that Giyu had started pushing deeper with his thrusts.
“Hah— ah—”
The pillar gripped his thighs further down, closer by his knees, and used the leverage to start folding the boy in half and spread his legs wider. Tanjiro flinched at how easy it made more of the pillar’s erection suddenly slide inside him.
Kami-sama— it felt like the rest of it just impaled him. The sound he made was utterly wrecked .
“Ah—”
Giyu pushed him up higher against the wall to make up for the shift of position so they could be eye level again. “You’re almost there, Tanjiro.”
The boy rapidly blinked. “Y-you’re not—” He managed between breaths, “all the way in yet??”
For the first time, Giyu gave him the closest look Tanjiro has ever seen to actual pity.
“It’s probably about half way.”
The boy gave Giyu his best incredulous look considering he was in the middle of being fucked against a wall; Giyu’s erection was now deep enough to be actually pushing Tanjiro's entire body around now, up and down. Slowly, but still— the jacket could only do so much for the drag against his back.
Everything was starting to burn.
“Why is it taking so long—?” He heaved, opting to ignore the way one of his own legs just involuntarily twitched from another thrust; it still made his face heat up more, though.
“Believe it or not, I’ve never gone this slow with you before.” Giyu emphasized his point with a deliberate, achingly slow roll of his hips. Tanjiro moaned.
Kami-sama, how much more could he take? He already felt like he was stretched far too much, and the burning hadn’t even given way to pleasure yet— his only solace was that the movement was giving his erection some friction against the pillar’s stomach. How big was Giyu’s dick again?
All Tanjiro could recall was that two fingers weren’t even close to properly working up to it, which was why he thought doing it without preparation wouldn’t be that different.
Kami-sama— was he wrong.
The heat and pain between his legs was finally starting to turn into a vague buzzing sensation, but it was barely enough to keep Tanjiro from wanting to cry by this point.
Even worse, Giyu could probably tell. His scent fluctuated, but Tanjiro was too out of it to read any of the emotions, and the man leaned forward to tenderly kiss him. The boy completely melted at the show of affection, his eyes fluttering close.
“The worst of it is over, Tanjiro” Giyu whispered against his lips. He leaned back. “Look at me.”
Tanjiro did as he was told, fighting his blush and fighting the urge to squirm under how searching Giyu’s gaze was.
“I don’t want you to stop—” Tanjiro promised. “Don’t look at me like that.”
For a moment, it looked like Giyu wanted to say something about that, but he must’ve chosen against it, because he just readjusted his hold on his thighs again. The shift made the boy’s knees nearly come up to the pillar’s shoulders.
“Spread your legs more,” Giyu instructed.
Tanjiro braced himself.
“Okay—” He breathed. He secured his arms around Giyu’s neck, and slowly unwrapped his legs from the man’s torso, trusting that Giyu wouldn’t let him fall. The pillar’s hands followed the movement, letting Tanjiro control the speed, and the span let him support the underside of his thighs with his forearms in addition to his hands.
Slowly, in tandem with parting his legs, Tanjiro felt Giyu’s dick sink deeper inside.
A strangled whimper tore from his throat.
Still, Tanjiro tried to keep going, but the pillar actually forced him to stop with his hold.
“Slow down. Catch your breath, Tanjiro.”
The boy whined, his legs shaking from the abuse and his abdomen shaking from the exertion.
“Okay, okay—” He exhaled, trying to breathe without feeling his entire body tremble. The burning pain was getting more vague, and suddenly Tanjiro was desperate for the sting to turn pleasurable already. Surely, once Giyu got all the way in…?
As best as he could while his hips were pinned and while Giyu was holding him, Tanjiro jerked his legs apart and let himself drop a bit against the wall.
“ Ah— !!”
“Tanjiro!” Giyu immediately hissed.
The boy could feel it, though— the heat of the pillar’s hips were flush against his now, and there had been a brief spark of familiar pleasure when it had passed a certain point.
Tanjiro could only be relieved, and he let his head drop back on the wall. “It’s in, it’s in—” He didn’t know if he was saying it as comfort for himself or as an excuse for the stunt he just pulled. Giyu seemed a little upset about it, but otherwise smelled equally overwhelmed for a moment.
“Kami-sama, Tanjiro—” He cursed.
The boy just moaned, eyes almost fluttering closed and feeling the man’s dick pulsing inside him. “Please— Giyu —” He whined. Tanjiro attempted to stretch his back up so he could rock back down, but it was difficult to get any leverage at all now that the man had his legs parted so far. Without his thighs squeezing Giyu’s torso, or his heels able to dig into the pillar’s back, the boy was left even more helpless.
Giyu gripped him tighter, stopping the boy from grinding. His fingers were bruising. “ My pace,” He growled.
Tanjiro froze— right... he had promised not to move.
Giyu gave him a long, testing look, as if daring him to try that again; The boy barely managed to not look away. Forcing himself to not seek friction was almost impossible when Tanjiro was hyper aware of how his erection throbbed and of how hot it felt between his legs.
He could feel a trickle of slick run across the underside of his entrance before dripping down, all the lubricant Giyu used overfilling, and he barely resisted the urge to tremble.
“Giyu…” He began, not above begging. The pillar shot him a hard look, so Tanjiro closed his mouth. He hated how he was being forced to wait, but he couldn’t help the spark of arousal from being forced to obey.
If only Giyu would move —
“Good boy,” The pillar praised after an agonizing moment of wrought anticipation. Tanjiro felt a part of himself internally purr, and he bit his lip to keep from making the real sound.
Giyu either didn’t catch the restraint, or decided to let that one slide, because his scent only went musky and pleased.
Finally, he began to move.
Tanjiro was pushed harder up against the wall as the pillar began to pull out. He felt his thighs tense and his breath quicken.
He wanted Giyu to fuck him so bad— he want the man to ruin him—
Giyu gave him one last searching look, his self control barely maintained from the smell of it, before he finally pushed back in.
“Ah—!”
Giyu pulled out again, beginning to thrust. Tanjiro flinched. The sensation of the Hashira’s dick finally sliding against his tight walls in earnest already had his head buzzing and his skin on fire. Giyu rolled his hips at a pace just fast enough to get the boy constantly fighting a shiver while slow enough to keep him from crying out from any miniscule movement— Tanjiro didn’t know if he was touched or upset by the practically gentle treatment.
Giyu didn’t give him the time to think about it, though.
In tandem with his thrusting, the pillar began to lift Tanjiro by his legs higher each time before letting gravity drop him down on his dick. The boy’s eyes widened.
Oh—
That made Giyu’s erection pierce him so much deeper and brought a spark of pain that finally waned into something akin to pleasure. Tanjiro’s back was going to get destroyed by being dragged up and down the wall like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The force was enough to make him gasp.
“Hah— Ah—”
Giyu started to change his angles with each thrust, and Tanjiro’s toes curled.
There was an abrupt flare of pleasure that made him keen.
“There—!” He panted, “Giyu— right there—”
Apparently, that was all the man was waiting for, because as soon as Tanjiro confirmed feeling some pleasure, all of his control just vanished .
Before the boy could even suck in a breath, Giyu thrusted up into him with way more force and vigor than ever before.
“ Ah !”
Tanjiro’s vision blurred for a second from the sudden flood of burning pain and pleasure.
Oh—!
One of the boy’s legs involuntarily spasmed, and he felt himself clench around the pillar’s dick. Giyu groaned.
“Kami-sama, you take it so well—” He heaved, gripping the boy’s thighs hard enough to bruise. He was moving so roughly that Tanjiro nearly choked from each thrust.
“Aah— hah—!”
His own erection was getting friction from how he was being jostled, trapped between both of their abdomens, and he could finally feel a spring of pleasure coiling in his groin. Kami-sama— Giyu didn’t even seem to tire. If anything, he started dragging Tanjiro up even higher, making the drop harder.
Tanjiro cried out.
The sensation right now— the way shivers radiated throughout his entire body, the way everything stung and felt numb all at once, the way his head felt light and groin heavy, the way Giyu’s scent suffocated him, the way each thrust staggered his breath, the way it all made his body instinctively recoil and flinch, the way he still couldn’t get enough of it— was so downright euphoric that Tanjiro never wanted it to end.
The boy’s jacket being stuck to his back from the sweat, along with how the slick was making obscene noises, didn’t even gross him out like it maybe should’ve. Even the pain, which hadn’t lessened and only made it all the more overwhelming, was driving Tanjiro crazy with the way it twisted perfectly with the pleasure.
He and Giyu were practically gasping into each other, and it was with strain that Tanjiro managed to keep his eyes locked on his— especially when each dirty sound that fell from his lips made him want to close them or look away.
Giyu somehow managed to press closer to him, and the pressure it added between his legs and to his erection was blissful . Tanjiro moaned.
He could feel how close he was to coming now.
“Giyu— faster—” He begged. The pleasure was drowning him. “Faster, harder— anything —”
The man groaned and looked so debauched that Tanjiro would’ve gotten hard all over again if he wasn’t already throbbing .
A drop of sweat traveled down the edge of the man’s brow, a slight flush tinged his cheekbones, and his blue eyes were on Tanjiro fixated enough to devour the boy with his gaze alone. Tanjiro’s exhale came out as a shamelessly desperate whine.
“Giyu, please— please —”
The man’s throat made a deep, rumbly sound that gave Tanjiro chills. Without wasting another moment, he sped up, thrusting harder. The boy could barely breathe.
“AH—! Ah—!!”
Every movement was harsh, jerking, Tanjiro’s back getting caught on the wall if Giyu didn’t force him up against it hard enough. Tanjiro felt his thighs instinctually try to close— the pillar didn’t let them— from how the pleasure in his groin was starting to tighten. He was obsessed with Giyu letting his control go; he was obsessed with being manhandled and pinned and helpless and fucked so hard that he couldn't think —
Tanjiro couldn’t even moan, the thrusting was too rough— too jarring. His breath barely had the time taper into a strangled cry before it was completely ripped out of him.
Giyu’s merciless pace didn’t even falter. A delirious part of Tanjiro thought he was going to actually die from it this time— the overwhelming pain and pleasure hurt too much, felt too good , to be real. His vision had been going hazy around the edges so many times that it took Tanjiro going completely blind with the blurriness to realize he had started crying.
“Giyu—” He gasped. “Giyu, Giyu—"
He felt so close—
The pillar must’ve realized it, because he leaned forward to kiss him, the shift giving the boy’s erection a jolt with the added pressure and friction. Tanjiro’s sob just got swallowed up.
The boy was completely out of it, and he was pliant to the man’s mouth and tongue barely muffling his cries. Their kiss got sloppy from how many times a thrust disconnected them, saliva stringing out of his lips, but Tanjiro could only notice the way his head was starting to buzz.
His entire body throbbed.
“Giyu, I’m— I’m gonna—”
The man pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth before pulling back to look at him.
“Come, Tanjiro.”
The boy couldn’t keep it in for a second longer. A burning wave of pleasure raced through him like an explosion, a high keen tearing from his throat at the sensation. His eyes finally closed, and he came hard enough to feel his dick jump.
“Ah—! Ah—! Ahh—!”
Tanjiro spasmed with each spurt, come getting all over their chests, and all he could manage to do was desperately writhe and jerk with each firework of pleasure. Somehow Giyu didn’t drop him or let his legs close— he didn’t even stop thrusting .
There was of flit of panic because the high wasn’t stopping—
Tanjiro didn’t even have the mind to notice how the pillar’s movements shortly went erratic, or how Giyu trembled under his weight for the first time, the flood of his own orgasm dragging out for so long that the boy thought he was dying —
It wasn’t until Tanjiro felt the searing heat burst inside of him that he realized Giyu came. The boy shivered and cried at the sensation of being filled. Another wave of heat pulsed through him.
Hot, hot, hot—
Holy Kami-sama— the pleasure was still bursting— it still wasn’t stopping—
Tanjiro felt like he was still coming, dry, and it all must’ve lasted for less than a minute, but —Kama-sama— it felt like an eternity.
It was agony, it was ecstasy—
“Giyu—” He cried, overwhelmed. “ Giyu —”
He felt the man finish inside of him with a few final thrusts, the blissful feeling of being full possessing him. The boy barely managed to open his eyes, blinking blindly. Tears must’ve made Giyu blurry, but didn’t explain the way the edges of his vision were going dark. The high was finally, finally, waning, but—
“Holy shit…” Giyu cursed.
Blank—
For a second, Tanjiro’s mind just went blank —
Abruptly, the boy gasped, eyes fluttering open.
Kami-sama— did he just fucking pass out? It had only been for a split second, but —holy shit— Tanjiro had never felt that way before. Everything was still buzzing, throbbing, burning —
Giyu jostled him against the wall, not rough exactly, but urgent. “Tanjiro,” He heaved, breathless, “Tanjiro,” He shook him again.
“Ahh—” Tanjiro shivered from an after-shock of pleasure. “I’m fine, I’m fine—”
Giyu dropped his head against the wall, over the boy’s shoulder, and they both stayed that way for a moment to catch their breaths. Tanjiro still occasionally twitched from an aftershock, but he felt himself descending from the high. Suddenly he was exhausted.
It still kind of worried Tanjiro how much he loved the feeling of being utterly wrecked after sex. Surely it wasn’t possible to feel this amazing, right?
He could feel the pillar’s labored breathing against his shoulder before the man straightened up again.
“Kami-sama—” Giyu was looking at him with something Tanjiro couldn’t read. “You came so hard you fainted.”
Still breathless, Tanjiro blinked, alarmed. “That can happen?”
The man didn’t answer right away, pulling out of Tanjiro first. The boy flinched, and he could feel the come gush out between his thighs as the pillar slid his dick out. Tanjiro’s whimper was so hoarse that it hurt .
Giyu was still watching him with that strange expression. “Yes, but I’ve never seen… I never thought…”
Tanjiro opened his mouth to reply, but a jolt of pain distracted him, his back abruptly stinging in protest. He winced; it was like all the pain from the past hour decided to announce itself to him the longer the post-orgasm bliss waned. His thighs ached from being held up for so long, and his tailbone felt absolutely ruined .
Probably noticing the discomfort on his face, Giyu slowly began to lower the boy’s legs down.
Tanjiro groaned from how the movement dragged him down the wall, and he relished the cool rush of blood flow returning to the limbs.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Giyu was clearly blushing now, watching the boy like he wasn’t sure if he should be concerned or proud.
Tanjiro sighed. Kami-sama— everything ached . “I’m fine, Giyu, really—”
The man gently let him go once the boy’s feet touched the ground, and, immediately, Tanjiro’s knees buckled.
The boy yelped.
“For Kami-sama’s sake—” Giyu easily caught him before he fell. Tanjiro stumbled into his broad chest with a surprised squeak, and it took him a moment to realize that his legs had just completely given out on him. Face burning with embarrassment, the boy immediately lifted himself off to look Giyu in the face, clinging onto the man’s arms like a lifesaver.
“I don’t think I can walk.” He suddenly confessed, a little panicked.
Giyu just blinked, looking back at him for another long moment. His expression was unreadable, and, for a second, Tanjiro was afraid the man’s scent was going to go down a spiral of concern and guilt.
To his surprise, Giyu instead cracked a smile. Then, he began to laugh.
“Holy shit, Tanjiro.” He mused, looking at the boy too damn fondly.
Tanjiro felt his face get warmer. “What?”
“I’m sorry,” Giyu shook his head, “It’s just— I just don’t know what to do with you.”
Tanjiro watched the pillar laugh, incredulous. “This isn’t funny!” He pressed, but— dammit— he could feel himself smiling.
Giyu gently lowered them both to sit on the ground, scent still all airy and amused. “You never react the way I expect you.” He awed. Tanjiro averted his gaze, barely remembering that he didn’t have to keep eye contact anymore— thank Kami-sama.
Giyu had the boy sit on his lap so he wouldn’t be on the dirt, and being so close was only little consolation to feeling exposed about not having any pants; it laid in tatters on the floor just a few feet away. The man held him close enough to mostly keep him covered, but still.
Tanjiro didn’t know if he could look the man in the eyes ever again.
It had been so intimate that somehow it was the most vulnerable part of the whole thing, for Kami-sama’s sake.
Giyu pecked him on the lips. “How is your back feeling?” He asked, oblivious to how badly Tanjiro was dying with embarrassment. He gently ran his hand over his shoulder blades, but that was enough to make the boy cringe.
“It’s nothing,” He immediately reassured. “It’s, um… it’s the same as the floor-burn from last time…”
There was way too much tenderness in Giyu’s scent. “I have a feeling this burn is a lot bigger,” He teased.
Tanjiro shot Giyu a look, meaning to be angry but miserably failing. The man was just looking back at him with a gentle smile, hair a mess and skin gleaming with sweat, but looking like the most perfect thing in the world anyway. Despite everything they did, Tanjiro felt his heart skip.
“Seriously, though, Tanjiro,” Giyu continued, “That was kind of intense. Do you need anything?”
The boy self-consciously shifted on his lap, shaking his head.
“I’m okay… But, is it—” Tanjiro couldn’t deal with the embarrassment of it any longer. “Is it, um… normal to pass out like that?”
Giyu brushed a strand of hair out of Tanjiro’s face. “Not exactly, but it can happen. From blood pressure, from hyperventilation…” He paused, “though, it wouldn’t be healthy for you to do that every single time… no matter how hot you made it look, unfortunately.”
Tanjiro playfully hit his chest. “Giyu!” He complained, flushing all over again.
“It felt great, though, didn’t it?”
The boy had to resist the urge to immediately deny it.
“... Yes…” He admitted, looking away.
Kami-sama— it was almost scary how much Tanjiro loved being fucked by the pillar. No matter how many instances caused nothing but pain, the boy was addicted to the agonizing rise to climax and to the exhaulitarating drop; he was addicted to Giyu.
The pillar cupped the boy’s chin and Tanjiro’s eyes flitted back up to his.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed about anything, Tanjiro.” He said softly.
The boy huffed. “I’m always embarrassed…”
Giyu leaned closer. “How come?”
“Because—”
Because you make me feel so happy and special and wonderful and warm —
“Because—” Tanjiro tried again.
Because I think I’m in love with you—
Tanjiro couldn’t bring himself to say any of his thoughts out loud; Giyu was going to be the absolute death of him.
“Because, you .” Tanjiro finally managed to say. The boy tried to make it sound like a complaint, but, judging by the man’s smile, he saw right through it.
Giyu raised an eyebrow. “Should I take that as a compliment?”
Tanjiro couldn’t help laughing a little this time. “No, not at all,” he grinned.
They were close enough to nudge noses now, and the boy didn’t waste a second to close the rest of the little distance between them. Their lips met, and Tanjiro sighed.
The spark and flutter in his heart would never get old. Kissing Giyu still made his senses go light, and the boy managed to shift on his lap to be closer.
The man’s mouth moved against his languidly, slowly even, and the tenderness was enough to make Tanjiro’s heart race in an entirely different way from earlier.
It still made the boy breathless after a moment, and he had to pull away.
Giyu looked absolutely preened. “Another round?” He suggested, scent getting heavier by the second. “Though maybe this time, a bed wouldn’t hurt.”
Tanjiro smiled despite his flush. “Yeah… yeah, you might have a point,” He relented.
The boy moved to kiss the man again, but a sudden sharp scent of embarrassment scalded his nose.
Tanjiro recoiled as fast as he could, but—
“For kami-sama’s sake, you guys!” Aoi was rooted to the spot, a forgotten laundry basket on the ground. Despite how clearly flustered she was, she still managed to glare at both of them. “Don’t be doing that outside ! Get a room!!” She looked downright affronted .
Tanjiro was mostly hidden by being behind Giyu, thankfully, but even that wasn’t enough to mitigate the abrupt and rising embarrassment of his own. He suddenly realized how they must’ve looked like to her— Tanjiro on Giyu’s lap with completely naked legs and the man’s hands securely wrapped around the boy’s hips, with flushed faces and sweaty skin—
Kami-sama— Aoi thought they were in the middle of—
“Aoi— this isn’t what you think it is—” He tried, gesturing wildly without moving away from Giyu lest he expose anything else, like all of the marks all over his chest and torso. “Aoi—!”
She was stomping away, over-the-top anger not really hiding the fact that in actuality she was just trying to not let them see how flushed her face was getting. She didn’t even bother to pick up her basket, escaping the scene fast enough to leave Tanjiro blinking in shock.
Kami-sama— Tanjiro wasn’t sure if he imagined the scent, but did she get a nosebleed??
What the hell is going on—
“Sorry, I should’ve said something.” Giyu finally said, not sounding sorry at all.
Tanjiro whipped his head back to look at him. “You knew she was walking over here??”
“Vaguely.” He shrugged.
“Then why didn’t you at least warn me or something?” He practically whined.
The pillar wasn’t exactly smiling, but he might as well have been with a scent like that. “You do realize that everyone thinks the complete best of you and see you as the most innocent thing in the world, right?”
Tanjiro scrunched his nose. “Even after the banquet?”
“Especially after the banquet. You were so shy about it that I’m pretty sure your reaction to them finding out just sealed the deal.”
“But there’s no way they can think that if they were to actually ever see me like that.” The boy pressed. This time Giyu didn’t hold back a sly smile.
“Exactly.”
Tanjiro stared at him for a long moment. It abruptly clicked into place, and he felt his face heat.
“You wanted her to see me like that? Why— ?”
“I’m not going to lie, Tanjiro,” Giyu’s voice went rough again. “I’m a bit proud of how… debauched, you end up getting after I’m done with you.” He leaned closer to kiss a spot on the boy’s neck, making him shudder. “The way I make you submit and beg is a side of you I’m too jealous sharing, but I don’t mind at least showing off the end result— I don’t mind letting them see how much you yield to me…” He rumbled against his throat.
Tanjiro didn’t know whether or not he could stay upset with the man— no matter how much it embarrassed him to lose his innocent image with the others, it turned the boy on to no end to know how possessive the pillar was.
“ Giyu— ” He moaned.
Tanjiro was about to let his eyes flutter close, but—
The sharp scent returned in full force, Aoi clearly having heard that.
She was back and avidly averting her gaze, a fierce blush on her face. “I’m picking up my basket.” She announced, recovering her expression pretty well considering her haywire scent.
Giyu didn’t even care— the man kept mouthing Tanjiro’s throat without an ounce of shame, leaving the boy to cover his face with his hands in horror; he literally couldn't do anything else.
This was mortifying —
Aoi wasted no time getting out there quickly, leaving Tanjiro again with nothing but tatters of his dignity.
“She’s never going to see me the same again.” He mourned, not even having the energy to blame the pillar for it.
“Neither will Kyojuro.”
The boy’s eyes went wide. “Rengoku saw us too?”
Giyu made a noncommittal sound against his neck. “No, but he was in his room that night of the banquet and heard everything.”
This time Tanjiro couldn’t help but recoil back, forcing Giyu to stop sucking on his throat.
“ And you knew he was there? ”
The man, barely looking back with full cognitive function, seemed to barely realize that the boy might be getting upset now.
“...Maybe?”
“Oh— Giyu—” Tanjiro covered his face. He was dying .
That explained everything . No wonder Rengoku smelled so flustered every time he ran into him these days, and no wonder he barged into the banquet the way he did that night.
“I think I might hate you.” Tanjiro said, but there was no bite to it. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to sleep anymore after all this, though.
Giyu offered a consoling peck on the forehead. “Don’t worry, love. Kyojuro wishes he could’ve actually watched.”
Tanjiro wished he could pass out again.
Another smut sketch for this chapter, because clearly writing this is not enough lmao:
