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Ever so slowly Tomioka eases the plug into himself. Though he’s stretched himself thoroughly with his fingers the base of the plug catches on his rim as he pushes the rest in. Past the widest part of it, the plug immediately sinks into him. It’s not too wide, but it’s deep enough that it brushes against his prostate as it pops in.
Grunting he pushes against nothing as his hips jerk back. Resting his forehead against his futon he struggles to reach his arm back and tug on the base. Grinding against it he takes his other hand and tucks at his cock.
The pressure from both sides drives him crazy and the feeling is so suffocating that he has to release the object inside of him. The plug stays firm in his ass, but without it being pushed against him he can breath slightly better.
Rubbing his thumb over his slit Tomioka whines into the sheets. He’s close to cumming, but it’ll be better if he can hold off.
Releasing himself entirely is nearly as difficult as slaying a demon. With no pressure on his cock the man’s hips jerk erratically as they search for friction. Rubbing his thighs he tries to keep his eyes from watering.
In the silence of him laying there he’s able to hear the knock at the door. Grunting Giyuu ignores it. It’s not like he gets visitors there. Hand wandering back to his cock he pulls his foreskin back.
With another knock at the door Tomioka sighs and sits back on his knees. He doesn’t let his ass touch the ground, still sharply aware of the plug inside of him. Buttoning up his shirt and hoping his still hard dick isn’t too obvious he stumbles downstairs.
It’s likely that there’s only a delivery or message waiting for him. Aware of the fact that he looks like he was just masterbating, Tomioka pulls his hair back. Wiping the sweat off his face the man hopes he looks somewhat presentable as he opens the door.
Surprised to see an actual person, several people, standing there Giyuu prays once more that he doesn’t smell like sex. Uzui stares at him, three women peeking out behind him.
Blinking up at the man Giyuu moves to close the door, only for Uzui to push his way inside.
“Me and my wives need a place to stay for the night.” The man doesn’t ask. The three women trail behind him, although they do bow as they pass.
Uzui looks around at the bare room and walls as he grunts. “This place is as unflamboyant as you are Tomioka-san.”
Ignoring him Giyuu grunts. “You didn’t have anywhere else to go?” He barely murmurs the question, but all four people look at him.
One of the wives, Uzui’s probably mentioned their names at some point, frowns and grabs his sleeve. “Are we intruding Tomioka-san?” Her tone is genuine and it prods at Giyuu’s heart. They really are intruding, but he can probably deal with it for one night.
“It’s fine,” he sighs, turning around. Taking his arm back he leaves to find where the extra futons are.
As he walks down the hall he is sharply aware of the plug hidden inside of him. Giyuu’s walk falters slightly, but it’s not likely that any of the Uzuis know him well enough to tell what’s off. Once he puts the futons in a spare room he can duck into a bathroom and try to get the plug out of his ass. The thought of it stretching his rim on the way out makes his dick twitch.
He tries to ignore the feeling as he piles the futons into his hands.
Sliding the door open to one of the many spare rooms he piles the blankets and pillows into a corner. Bending to put them down Tomioka has to hold back a loud whine.
He really has to get this thing out of him.
All Giyuu can really manage is a staggered walk. Still he moves as fast as he can out of the bedroom. As he hobbles past the kitchen he can see Uzui and his wives sorting through his cabinets. He tries to slink past them, but Uzui’s sharp eyes catch him.
“You’re not being a very good horse right now,” Tengen drawls.
It’s not like Tomioka particularly cares about that, but now there are fours sets of eyes on him. In a rush to get out of the spotlight Giyuu trots over to them like a scolded child.
Bowing he introduces himself to the women. They seem eager to greet him, each woman shaking his hand instead of simply bowing. Giyuu’s perplexed at their interest in him, but he doesn’t care to find out their reasoning behind it.
They each introduce themselves, and Tomioka thanks them for having such distinct personalities and appearances. He’s not the best with names, but he tries his best to remember who’s who.
The other two girls return back to sorting through his cabinets, but Hinatsuru stays near him. “Is it alright if we make dinner? Don’t worry, you can join us too!”
Tomioka doesn’t really want to linger around them longer, but Hinatsuru is still talking to him. Her voice is pleasant and she seems actually interested in the conversation.
Giyuu shuffles his feet awkwardly, he doesn’t want to get caught having a boner around Uzui’s wife, but the feeling of his cock twitching in his pants is all the man can focus on.
While they chat, though it’s a mostly one-sided conversation, the smell of dinner fills the room. Giyuu feeds himself, but his meals mostly consist of some rice and whatever stew he can make out if the things in his pantry. There’s still not much in here today, but with Tomioka having returned recently there’s more than usual.
—-
By the time dinner is served Tomioka can only stand by leaning against the counter. He doesn’t know how the blush on his face isn’t painfully obvious, but he won’t be the one to say anything about it. Walking over the table he’s grateful to finally rest.
He should be the one serving dinner in his own home, but Giyuu is grateful to sit. As he lowers himself the man is careful to place his ass between his legs. The floor taps his plug for the briefest moment and even that is enough to make him almost moan. Biting his tongue nearly hard enough to bleed he contains the noise. His cock becomes even more visible through his pants and he scoots closer towards the table to hide it.
If he’s lucky he can eat quickly and then run back to his bedroom.
It doesn’t seem as if luck is ever on his side though.
The next hour is spent muttering short answers to questions Tomioka doesn’t really care about. Uzui sits beside him, nudging the man every time he feels the answer given is unsatisfactory.
As he’s occasionally knocked unbalanced Giyuu struggles to hold back any noises. He’s lucky that the other hashira don’t bother with him very often, otherwise Tengen would notice how off he’s acting.
The man himself doesn’t seem to care, but originally one of Uzui’s wives will point a worried look in his direction. Still, he manages to make it through dinner without making his condition too obvious.
The humiliation makes his cock harder, and Tomioka tries to ignore that.
—-
Once dinner is finished Giyuu persuades them to not bother with cleaning the dishes. He can manage them tomorrow, and if he doesn’t then a cleaner stops by once a week to take care of the estate.
Really he’s just in a rush to show them to their room. As the man stands up he must hold in his breath.
Walking only makes the feeling worse. Tomioka is lucky for the loose pants they wear in the Demon Slayer Corps, otherwise his hard cock would be completely obvious. The modest clothes also help to hide his flushed and sweaty skin.
Finally opening the door to the guest room Giyuu ushers the group into the room.
Once all of them are inside he slams the door shut, perhaps too harshly, and makes it back to his room as fast as possible.
—-
The minute Giyuu returns to his room he falls face first into his futon. Without even bothering to take his pants off completely his hand gravitates to his dick. Already he can feel tears beading in the corner of his eyes. The pressure is the best thing Tomioka has ever felt.
Conscious of the group trying to sleep in the next room he muffles his voice in the pillow.
Though he almost cries when his hand slips free from he cock, he manges to hold on and prod back towards his ass.
He tries a few times to slip it out of him, but the feeling makes him delirious and he lets it pop back into him.
“I didn’t think you were this type of guy.” Tengen’s voice catches Tomioka by surprise. He turns around with shocked eyes, fingers slipping off of the plug. Giyuu lets out a loud moan as the object sinks back into him. His eyes flutter shut as his hips grind against the air.
He realize that this must be a lewd image, but he can’t manage to stop his actions entirely. Hiding his face inside of him arms Giyuu struggles to keep his hips still.
Tomioka feels Tengen settle down behind him. He’s sure that the man is about to lecture him, although Tomioka doesn’t entirely know what to expect. The last thing he thinks he’ll feel is Uzui’s hand spreading over his asscheek. Slowly Tengen pulls his cheeks apart, tugging at his asshole.
Giyuu’s eyes roll back. Back arching he nearly folds himself in half. The thumb moves from next to his hole to right on top of it. Pushing on the base of the plug Uzui moves it around inside of him.
“Does this feel good?” Tomioka expects the phrase to be mocking, but Uzui sounds earnest in his questioning.
Nodding Tomioka pushes back against the man’s hand more. “Please keep going.” Giyuu is aware of how desperate he sounds, but he’s been waiting to cum all night and he thinks his dick might implode if he has to wait another minute.
Slowly Uzui eases the very edge of the plug so it pulls against the other mans asshole. He almost lets it exit the man entirely before pushing it back in.
“Is this why you were even more antisocial than usual? Got this plug stuck inside your ass and now you gotta cum?” Uzui’s words take a more mocking tone, but the hand petting his back keeps them from stinging.
Tomioka can’t deny that the words make his stomach do flips, but he can’t focus on anything other than his angry red cock. Ignoring Uzui entirely at this point Tomioka reaches back to tug at his own cock.
Giyuu only manages a few strokes before a firm hand is wrapped around the base of it. Prying at Tengen’s hand the man whines and tries to cum anyways. “Uzui-san, please let me cum.” He’s aware of how desperate his voice is, but he really is about to cry. The younger man is sure that the older would revel in his tears. Right now, however, Giyuu doesn’t feel like indulging the man in any way.
“Calm down Tomioka-san.” Tengen leans over the man. Giyuu can feel Tengen’s cock on his thigh. It’s still clothed, but the weight of it is very appealing. “I want to help you. You’re surprisingly pretty like this.” Burying his face in those messy black locks and his hand sneaks underneath to twist a nipple.
Tomioka’s mouth hangs open, his eyes shut. His tongue falls out from between his lips. Uzui presses his cheek against the other man’s. “Do you wanna cum like this? Or should I fuck you with that pretty plug on yours?”
Giyuu is breathless, entire body tense under the man. He can’t respond, instead squealing at each ministration. Taking the hint Tengen sits back and finally slips the plug out. Empty without it Giyuu shakes until a thumb is pushed inside of him. While his rim is played with he furiously jerks off.
He cums almost instantly. Unraveling Tomioka throws his head can and moans. His hole struggles to tighten around the thumb inside of him. He’s grateful for Uzui as the man keeps petting his backside until Giyuu is finished.
His entire body goes limp afterwards. Despite the gross feeling of cooling cum on his stomach the man can’t bring himself to move. Tomioka can feel drool sticking to his chin, and barely musters up enough energy to wipe at it.
The man doesn’t know what Uzui is doing at this point. His entire body feels like jelly, though there’s a faint point of contact on this thighs.
Tengen drags his nails over the back of them, rubbing at the base of his ass. “Do I get a reward for helping you out Tomioka-san?” The man is still playing with Giyuu’s ass, though it seems like he has enough sense to avoid the sensitive hole.
Tomioka doesn’t respond, but the thought of another orgasm makes his cock twitch in interest. Silently he tucks his knees under himself, presenting his ass to the man.
Uzui groans at the sight, pinching his ass. Pulling the man back he grinds his clothed cock against Giyuu. “Are you alright if I step away for a moment baby? Think you can stand to stop getting fucked for a few minutes?”
Without any hesitation Giyuu shakes his head in a negative. The feeling of Uzui against him is too addicting. Laughing Tengen pinches the other man’s ass. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. Don’t worry pretty boy, I’ll only be gone for a moment.”
Out of the corner of his eyes Tomioka watches the man leave. Once the room is empty again he grabs his shirt from where he’s thrown it and mops up the cum on his stomach. Absentmindedly he spreads the futon out further, relaxing on top if it. He’s aware that maybe he should feel ashamed of that sinful display, especially considering his martial status. Considering Uzui’s wives are in the next room over and could probably hear how loud his desperate moans were Tomioka feels that maybe he shouldn’t worry too much.
He feels even less concerned when the man walks in with his wives in tow.
Suma hides behind the man, but her eyes still rake over him. The other two women are tucked underneath Uzui’s arm. Their mouths all open when they see Tomioka, though Uzui still has his signature smirk on.
The woman’s stares make Giyuu blush and his cock leak. Still their gazes on him are almost too much and he has to break their staring contest. The moment he looks away the man can feel Tengen walk up to him. Placing a gentle hand on Giyuu’s ass, asking a silent question.
There’s never telling how long a demon slayer will live, he won’t let chances like this slip through his fingers. Arching his back he adjusts so Uzui’s thumb is pressing against his hole. In response the man squeezes his ass and moves his hand.
Tengen slips two fingers into Giyuu’s hole easily. Almost immediately after he puts in a third, which starts to stretch Tomioka. Pushing against the fingers inside of him he closes his eyes. Pulling apart his cheeks Uzui shows the fluttering hole off. Revealing it to the eyes of his wives makes Giyuu clench around his fingers.
Typically Tomioka is so reserved. In this position he knows he’s on full display. The arch of the man’s back and the way his toes curl show how desperate he is for this. Keeping his eyes shut is the only way he can keep from loosing himself completely.
Though as he feels a weight settle down in front of him Giyuu looks up through teary lashes. He can barely see Hinatsuru’s face behind her large breasts. What’s more is that her nude bottom is pushed directly in front of him. Her pussy is already leaking juices onto her thighs, Giyuu’s mouth is watering just as much.
When she runs a gentle hand through his hair the man immediately surges forward to taste her. Hinatsuru grips his black locks. Tomioka’s never been pet like this before and he wonders what it would feel like if they weren’t in the middle of having sex.
Speaking of, Tengen has slipped a fourth finger into Giyuu. His hole stretches in the most delicious way and he wonders if he could ever take Tengen’s entire fist. Though he’s never considered himself kinky the idea makes his stomach do flips. The feeling is only heightened by the way Hinatsuru grinds against his face.
He licks into her at the exact same time Uzui finally pushes his cock into Giyuu. Tomioka whines against Hinatsuru and she tightens the grasp around his hair. Once she manages to get hold of herself the woman rubs at his smarting scalp. He doesn’t mind the burn that much, in fact he finds that it helps him focus on the sensation of the bodies against him even more.
Suddenly gasping Hinatsuru jolts against him. Tomioka doesn’t stop moving his tongue against her, but he does pull back a bit to blink up at her. He finds a pair of strong hands groping at Hinatsuru’s breasts and pulling at her nipples. Makio grins down at him devilishly. He almost stops licking the other woman, but Makio sets him back on track by placing her hand into his hair too and forcing his face back in between her thighs.
Uzui seems to enjoy the view. Tomioka can feel how the man’s cock twitches inside of him, though Giyuu knows he’s probably just as reactive. His cock hangs untouched, though he doesn’t mind it much now that he’s already come once.
If anything it gives him better focus on eating Hinatsuru out. Everything is muffled between her thighs, but the womens moans are still clear.
Makio seems to be keeping herself pleasured. Giyuu can’t see Suma, though be knows the woman is hiding behind her husband. He doesn’t know if she’s directly next to Tengen or on the sidelines completely because the man is pounding into him at a pretty punishing pace.
Each thrust drives him further against Hinatsuru. Her moans are already increasing in frequency. Giyuu worms his hands out from underneath himself and grips her hips. The way she squirms is already telling and the man attempts to spread her legs wider. He’s working against her, but even with just a little more room to work she’s squirming even harder against him.
The man can tell that Makio must be working harder too because Hinatsuru falls further backwards and locks her legs over Tomioka’s shoulders.
Breathing has become a little bit hard, but Giyuu is more focused on pleasuring the girl. It seems like it’s working too by the way she’s moaning.
While he pushes his tongue into her more Tomioka lets his nose bump against her clit. It’s awkward, but he grinds his nose against her.
Hinatsuru lets out a deep moan. She seems happy enough to return his gesture and she practically tries to feed the man her pussy.
Uzui keeps pushing Tomioka into Hinatsuru, and it’s no surprise when she finally cums. As she continues humping Giyuu’s mouth the man gladly accepts what Hinatsuru has to give him.
The moment she’s done riding out her high the women climbs off of his face.
Tomioka blinks as his eyes adjust to the light again. He’s aware that there’s cum on his face. Half-heatedly the man tries to wipe off some of the juices, but his entire body is still being jostled by Uzui.
He feels completely helpless in the best of ways. Attempting to get any sort of stable footing is useless. Tomioka’s knees are barely holding his weight, and his arms can’t hold him up at all. Tengen occasionally reaches a hand underneath to tug at Giyuu’s cock. Anytime he does the other man lets out another loud moan.
Tengen pulls out of the man with no warning. Sliding his cheek across the floor Giyuu tries ti find out what’s going on. With a quick slap to his ass Uzui coaxes Tomioka into turning himself around.
He feels so exposed like this. Tomioka’s cock flops onto his stomach. With his red face exposed the man tries to throw his arm over to hide it.
For a moment he feels less shy, but Makio is quick to move and pry his arms away. As the woman leans over him she presses a firm kiss to his cheek. For a moment she cradles his face, but soon after she slides down to whisper is his ear.
“You gonna eat me out too baby?” Makio’s breath is heavy against him. Her tongue slides against the shell of his ear.
The words make Giyuu’s cock twitch and he’s quick to tug her over. Sitting up Makio lowers her thighs on top of him. Giyuu’s hands sink into her hips as he opens his mouth.
Taking the mound of flesh into his mouth Tomioka sucks on the skin. Makio is quick to grind against him.
Uzui’s fingers sink into his hips. The man’s nails dig into his skin and he stops humping Tomioka. Giyuu isn’t really sure what to expect, until Makio leans forward, her mouth engulfing his cock completely.
He tries to jerk his hips into her throat, want to chase his pleasure even further, but Tengen holds him firmly in place.
Though his haze he realizes that he’s stopped eating Makio out when she grinds her pussy against his face. His tounge plunges back inside of her. Slyly he also sneaks his hand underneath her to pump in one of his fingers.
The woman moans around his cock. The vibrations alone nearly cum. Slowly Uzui also begins to drive back into him. Caught between the two Giyuu wiggles around desperately. He knows he won’t be allowed to cum until Makio has and Tengen is nearly ready.
Tomioka has a feeling that if he really begged they’d let him, but he wouldn’t be able to deal with the overstimulation. Maybe if Hinatsuru was still on top of him, or Suma had taken her place they would’ve been kinder.
Makio is almost cruel. She takes her mouth off of his dick, letting Tengen resume his fucking. Still, she keeps teasing him, letting her hands roam over his body. One even creeps down to his nipple. They’re already red and hard from her husband’s earlier teasing, and as she tweaks them his back arches. Giyuu’s face is driven into her cunt even more. His licking is nearly desperate at this point as she grinds down hard against him.
He angles her hips so she can focus directly on her clit while another finger slips inside of her. He can tell that the woman is close by the way her thighs squeeze her head. It’s nearly suffocating, but in the end just encourages him more.
He sucks Makio’s clit into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue. He never thought himself as somebody who had any particular interest in women, but the taste of Makio is exquisite. Hinatsuru was just as good on his tongue. Tomioka wonders if Suma would taste any different. He knows she’s been huddling behind Tengen all night, probably taking care of herself.
If she’s still too shy then Giyuu wouldn’t mind watching Uzui please her.
The thought makes him desperate to prove himself. Whining againt Makio’s pussy makes her grip his hair hard enough to pull it out.
With one more lick she comes undone completely. Tomioka glady licks up everything that spills out from inside of her. He can feel her walls pulsing around his fingers, and he keeps stroking the inside of the woman while she calms down.
As she moves off of his face Tengen begins to pound into him at a much harsher rate. He raises higher onto his knees, driving into Giyuu at a more direct angle. Tomioka’s lewd face is exposed to the man’s wives, eyes rolling back as he gets fucked into oblivion. His face is covered in a combination of spit, cum, and sweat. His expression only becomes more comical as Uzui practically bends him in half. Wrapping his legs around the man’s waist Giyuu tries to grind against him so he can finally reach the peak of his high.
Finally Tengen decides to indulge him and drives into him harder. The only reason Tomioka isn’t screaming at this point is because he can barely make any noises. A constant whine still manages to admit from him. Hinatsuru is petting his hair again, wiping it off his forehead.
Strangely enough that’s what manages to make him come. Her cool fingers touch his forehead right as Uzui plows into him. The man bites his tongue as cum sprays over his stomach. With the force at which Uzui is thrusting into him some of it even manages to land on his chin.
On the brink of overstimulation Giyuu babbled while Tengen finally cums inside of him. His vision has gone a bit blurry and there’s a faint ringing in his ears. Tomioka’s entire world has gone blurry, though he can feel cum leaking down his thighs.
He feels somewhat ashamed that he’s laying there like a ragdoll, but Giyuu doesn’t think he could even get back onto his knees. Though he’s practically covered cum and sweat he doesn’t mind the feeling at all.
Tengen pulls out of Tomioka and immediately his legs drop to the floor. His ass and hips are bruised. A letter might have to be sent to Oyataka-sama asking for a longer break. There’s a high chance the man won’t be able to walk for a least the next few days.
Distantly he feels Uzui move away from him. Tomioka supposes that this marks the end of whatever they just did. He’s slept with other people before. Hinatsuru hasn’t moved away from his face yet, but Giyuu is sure she will soon. Suma’s been hiding behind Tengen this whole time and he has no idea where she’s gone. Makio’s presence has also been unknown to the man the moment she stepped off of his face.
Grunting his eyes flutter open when Hinatsuru’s cool fingers trail up his face until they’re gone entirely.
What he’s not expecting is for Suma to push her wife to the side and take over cupping his face. She has a wet cloth in her hand and traces it over Giyuu’s jawline. Blinking it up at her he’s displeased to see that she has faint tear tracks on her face. There’s even some unshed tears managing to cling onto her eyes.
“We can do stuff together next time right Tomioka-san? It’s not fair when Makio-chan and Hina-chan get to have all the fun.” Her voice quivers slightly despite the lightness of the topic. “Even Tengen-sama barely look at me tonight!” The tears cling to her lashes, barely contained from running down her face.
The woman continues to wipe at Giyuu’s face as she babbles on. He’s not really sure if he’s supposed to be responding, but Suma keeps talking uninterrupted.
As she swipes across his forehead she moves down to wipe his stomach. The ticklish sensation makes his suck in his stomach. One of Tomioka’s hands settles on her thigh while she continues to complain. “Tengen-sama said he’d be back soon, but they’ve been gone for forever! Do you think they forgot about us?”
“It’s probably fine.” Giyuu tugs at Suma’s wrist. “You don’t have to clean me off.” The man is mostly clean now, or at least he’s clean enough for Suma to lie down beside.
He expects her stray tears to finally taper out, but the woman sniffles again. “You’re so nice Tomioka-san.” Giyuu has no idea how to deal with her tears, so he just lets her cling closer to him.
There’s still cum cooling on his thighs, though he sort of likes the feeling. They’re lying on top of a blanket, all the spots splattered with juices carefully turned away from them. Tomioka knows it’s not the time or place to fall asleep, he’s pretty sure he can feel feet shuffling outside the door, still his eyes drag themselves closed.
As the door opens Tomioka glares at Tengen, Hinatsuru, and Makio through the slits of his eyes. Suma sits up and hold her arms out. Tengen leans over and scoops her up. The way she molds herself against the man makes Giyuu even more tired.
He’s expecting the group to leave him afterwards, but Hinatsuru grips his hand and attemps to pull him up too. The man is entirely dead weight at first, until he can manage to peel himself off of the sticky futon.
His legs quiver underneath himself, and more cum dribbles from his whole. Tomioka’s cheeks go bright red as Hinatsuru laughs softly. Her voice is slightly rough underneath.
Makio smacks his ass when he walks past her. He grunts (though it almost comes out as a whine). Uzui laughs and moves to do the same, but Giyuu is quick to swat his hand away. He pushes himself closer towards Hinatsuru as she guides him back to their room.
Inside the room all the futons have been pushed together. The pile is composed of way more blankets and pillows than he gave them, and he wonders how many rooms they went through to find them.
Hinatsuru drags Tomioka into the bed with her. The others follow soon after. Despite the fact that Giyuu’s still sweaty and visibly more unkept then the rest of them Uzui seems to have no trouble pulling the man close to his chest.
Suma is practically laying on top of her husband while Makio has wormed her way underneath Tengen’s other arm. Hinatsuru doesn’t seem to mind that he’s stuck next to Tomioka as she pulls his face against her neck. She runs her fingers through his hair and lets them rest at the nape of his neck.
Giyuu can’t remember the last time he was held like this. Uzui’s chest presses warm against his back. He knows the man is built, but feeling the muscles is an entirely different story.
Against his face Tomioka can feel the warmth if Hinatsuru’s skin. Her hand against his nape is coaxing him to relax further. Hinatsuru’s hair tickles his face.
Smushed between the two it’s easy to fall asleep.