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“Please, Tengen-sama, I’m so close—“
A high, shrill voice pierces through the wall behind Inosuke’s head. He can imagine which of Tengen’s wives it is based on the sound, the one who everyone says looks like him.
“Good girl, Suma,” Tengen’s low, husky voice said, his chest rumbling happily, Inosuke sensing it through the vibrations in the floor, matching the jump in her heart rate.
His cock twitched at the words instinctively, the praise kicking in even if it wasn’t actually directed towards him. His room was silent, Tanjiro and Zenitsu both long gone to their own sleeping spaces, the quiet sounds of the night present if he tunes himself into the outside, but the landscape is largely empty.
That meant the only noises left for him to hear were the ones emanating from Tengen’s room with his wives, echoing through the paper-thin walls. He could sort of place them all in the room based on the sounds of their heartbeats, Tengen with the one he’d called Suma under him on his futon and the other two women together a few feet from the wall on their own. His hearing couldn’t match Zenitsu’s, or Tengen’s himself, but his senses gave him a different sort of hearing, hyperawareness of movements and vibrations in the air. It left him following touches and motions with sighs and moans and wet, slick noises, all coming together to form a dizzyingly hot image burned into the back of his eyes.
“So perfect, there you go,” Tengen’s voice returned along with the sound of bodies shifting against one another and a high-pitched whine from Suma. “Make yourself feel good.”
That was invitation enough for Inosuke, who impatiently shoved his hand between the folds of his yukata, having waited far too long already. Jerking himself off was an act Inosuke has been intimately familiar with since his teenage years, never one to deny himself any kind of pleasure, including satiating his near-endless sex drive. However, getting older and having sex with a partner had shown him a new world that made this act dull in comparison. The difference was particularly stark now, when he could hear four people enjoying all the things that make an orgasm at the hands of someone else so much better than his little palm and stubby fingers that couldn’t even wrap all the way around his thick cock.
He still moaned at his hand’s grip on the base of his dick, any stimulation welcome after so long sitting here and thinking about sex for way longer than he made a habit of thinking about anything at all.
“Such a good girl you are,” Tengen’s voice carried, gentle and musical. “so good for me.”
Inosuke inserted himself into the space under Tengen, replayed his words like he was calling him a good boy , telling him how good he was being for him. He pumped his hand up and down faster, picking up precum dripping from his tip. He was going to be a good boy for Tengen.
“Can you come for me baby?” Tengen asked, his hips picking up enough speed for Inosuke to feel the impact of his hips meeting skin, wishing the sensation was his own. “So hot like this, all sweaty and worked up, don’t you just want to come for me?”
“Tengen-sama, you feel so good,” Inosuke whispered under his breath, hips jerking up into his tight grip as he spilled all over his hand, imagining that Tengen’s broad frame was towering over him, his massive hand enveloping his cock as he squeezed himself through the aftershocks.
No sooner had he ridden out his orgasm was he back to listening for Tengen on the other side of the wall, eager to know what he was doing now. That man was frustratingly hot, the subject of many more masturbation sessions than this one alone, late nights when he wasn’t laying directly next to someone and admittedly, once in the bathroom after Tengen had singled him out for praise during pillar training. He was big and commanding , almost as deadly with his looks as he was with a sword, both those facts unchanged by him losing an eye and a hand, and too often Inosuke found himself wanting to give himself over to the former pillar, mind, body, and soul, his to have his way with. It wasn’t something he’d ever dare to bring up to the man, but Zenitsu did once tease him about the way he looked at Uzui’s arms, and fuck if there wasn’t some truth to that one.
His hand was sticky, as were parts of his yukata, and his thighs and belly under it, but that was far from enough to gross him out. He lazily wrapped his fingers around himself again, slowly stroking back and forth, working himself up again. The thrusts on the other side of the wall were almost enough to shake him, and when he can hear the sound of Tengen orgasming with a long, low moan he falls back into it, speeding his hands up as he basks in the noise.
This is the moment in which he loses focus of where everyone is in the next room, senses narrowing from the whole house to just the space directly in front of him as he hones in on milking another orgasm out of himself.
He’s so focused, in fact, that it isn’t until a foot crosses the threshold into his room that he notices he’s being watched.
“Ah! Fuck!” Inosuke jumps a foot in the air, previous horniness overwritten by absolute terror at the shadow in the hallway.
“Oh, am I interrupting something?” Tengen’s low, drawling voice entered the room as he stepped into a silver of light. “How rude of me.”
Inosuke tries to spit out an apology, but makes a garbled noise in his throat instead, terrified of the dark look in Tengen’s eye.
“Can’t use your words, can you?” Tengen asked, Inosuke only whimpering in response.
He stepped closer and closer, Inosuke frozen in place, hands abandoned only a few inches from his cock, still hard and beginning to ache for attention. Tengen crouched low on his heels when he reached the futon, chuckling with amusement at the state he found Inosuke in as his hand lifted up the covers. Inosuke was sure all the blood in his body had gone to his face, cheeks and forehead hot in humiliation.
“Alright, come along now, boar boy,” Tengen said, looking shocked when Inosuke didn’t immediately move. “You didn’t think I was just going to let you get away with this, did you?”
Thought, no. Hoped, definitely. He had no idea what kind of repercussions Tengen had in mind for him, but no doubt they would be brutal and tortuous and thorough.
His hand took Inosuke by the back of his neck, lifting him like he was nothing, easily finding purchase in his knotted hair and wrapping around the base of his skull. The involuntary moan that Inosuke let out gave away the fact that, despite himself, part of him was definitely enjoying this. He remembered how to use his legs just in time for Tengen to lift him to his feet and walk him out of the room. Tengen only hesitated for a second, peeking his head out to check that the hallway was clear before pulling Inosuke through it and into his room next door.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Tengen greeted his wives, pulling Inosuke through the doorway by the scruff of his neck. He was vaguely aware of the fact that his open robe left his half-hard cock fully exposed right now, cum cool and drying on his skin, and that they were all looking at his dick, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than stand limply in Tengen’s grip, every inch of him on display, wrecked and messy.
The three of them all turned to him and laughed, Suma’s fists hitting the pillow and Hinatsuru falling forward onto Makio for support, all of their own laughter only setting one another off even more, especially when Tengen couldn’t help joining in. Inosuke’s face is on fire, so red and sweaty he wonders if he’s also begun bleeding out of his nose and ears spontaneously, all his arousal mixing hot and sick in his stomach with this laughter that has gone on for an absurdly long time. He isn’t sure if it’s his face, or his clothes, or the fact that his dick isn’t especially large, or how it’s only gotten harder the longer Tengen holds him here. With the way he feels like the women have stabbed him with their kunai he considers if he’s bleeding internally, something Tanjiro insists is bad despite that being where the blood is supposed to go. Whatever it is lasts the entire duration of their knee-slapping laughter and then some, radiating into the moment where they’re all exchanging glances Inosuke can’t even begin to interpret before he’s tossed onto the empty futon in front of him.
“Why don’t you go again, Hashibira?” Tengen asked sweetly, leaning down until his mouth brushed his ear, Inosuke shuddering in his grip as his tongue draws a slick line along the shell of it.
“Inosuke,” He mumbled his own name under his breath, automatically wanting Tengen to say it. No one called him Hashibira, he wasn’t exactly a person who commanded any sort of formality. Everyone, including Tengen, used his first name in most other contexts, and it felt wildly impersonal right now.
Tengen clucked his tongue, looping a finger around a curl and yanking hard, enough to make Inosuke yelp with surprise and leave a few blue hairs in Tengen’s hand. He’s reminded of his audience when there’s a chorus of gasps and giggles backing the act. “Oh, you want me to be sweet with you, is that it, Ino-chan? My little peeping tom?”
Inosuke yelped at the painful tug on his hair, sending a bolt of arousal shooting down his spine and terminating between his legs. Tengen’s roughhousing pressed all the right buttons for him, eager for the man to just take him.
“ Awh !” Makio cooed at Inosuke’s being manhandled, Tengen unafraid to grab him again and pull him in the other direction, laughing as the little noises he made put on a show for Tengen’s wives. “He’s so desperate, he’s definitely got a little crush on you, Lord Tengen.”
“Oh, that much has been obvious for years now,” Tengen laughed, loud and boisterous like he did over dinner in crowds of demon slayers. “You think he’s shameless now? You should see the way he stares if I take my shirt off. It’s downright pathetic .”
This, for some reason, was a deeper level of humiliation than taking his dick out or pulling his hair or anything else they could possibly do to him, and Inosuke felt tears pricking the backs of his eyes in embarrassment. He hadn’t meant for this to happen, had simply gotten carried away, judgment inhibited by horniness and his long-standing crush on Tengen until he did something so unbelievably stupid to end up here. The tears spilled down his cheeks, small and sniffling.
“Oh, you poor little thing,” Tengen cooed. “Are you embarrassed that I know how you feel about me? It wasn’t like you were hiding it particularly well.”
Tengen sat behind him on the futon, chest pressing into his back, finding Inosuke’s right hand with his own. It took nothing for his huge, frying-pan hands to envelope his wrist, guiding his fingers between his legs.
He put his hand around Inosuke’s chin with a surprising gentleness, his painted thumbnail visible hovering against his cheek, commanding attention when his voice spoke next to his right ear. “You’ve paid for your wrongdoing by now, so if you’d like me to toss you back in your own room, this is the time to say that.”
“Stay,” Inosuke said immediately, very quickly coming to terms with the fact that, despite it all, he was enjoying this.
He turned his head towards Tengen, seeing him smile, deviously bearing sharp white teeth, nipping Inosuke’s neck, his voice a barely-whispered breath against his hot skin. “Very well, gorgeous.”
“Now, this is what you were doing before I so rudely interrupted you, was it not?” Tengen continued softly, urging Inosuke’s hand closer to his dick, grip firm and unyielding.
When Inosuke didn’t answer fast enough, Tengen’s sharp teeth tugged at his earlobe, making him whimper in a way that the girls found especially hilarious.
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry.” Inosuke managed, barely gasped out between heavy breaths.
“Oh, I don’t think you’re sorry, Ino-chan,” Tengen smirked mirthlessly. And he had a point, because Inosuke was only really sorry about getting caught, and even that he didn’t find himself regretting nearly as much as he should, considering where it had landed him. “So why don’t you keep going? Put on a little show for us like we did for you?”
Inosuke felt like his throat was closing in on itself as his hand bumped against his cock, the motion entirely Tengen’s volition and not his own. Still, he wrapped his hand around the base, Tengen behind him as he started to stroke himself, feeling the tears still falling down his cheeks and onto his chest.
“Oh, your hand is so small!” Tengen laughed. “How do you get anything done with that little thing?”
He was only able to whimper in response, unable to tell Tengen that he knows his hands are tiny and he hates it, especially now when it can’t bring him anywhere close to the sensations he needs. It feels like he’s stranded in the desert, and Tengen has a bottle of cool, refreshing water that he refuses to hand over. He’s hard again, dripping precum onto his fingers and needing more.
“Yours,” He whined, high-pitched and needy.
“Oh, you want my hand, is that it?” Tengen asked, casually tweaking one of his nipples between the pads of his fingers, making Inosuke bite his lip to hold back a scream. “But back in your room, you seemed plenty content with your own hand.”
“No,” Inosuke moaned back.
“We need to teach you some more vocabulary, Ino-chan,” Tengen teased, his hand pressing into the soft flesh inside his thighs, infuriatingly close to his cock. “Are you saying you weren’t happy with your own hand? That you wished you were in here with us instead so I could make you cum?”
Inosuke nodded furiously. Yes, he wanted Tengen to make him cum, more than anything in the world, for this impossibly hot man to make him feel better than he ever had in his life.
“Talk for me, darling,” Tengen chided, smacking the top of Inosuke’s thigh hard enough for it to ripple under him, requiring not even an ounce of Tengen’s strength.
“Yes, please,” Inosuke mumbled. “I need you so bad.”
“Mhmm, yes, I hear you,” Tengen hummed, patronizing and sarcastic, but still sort of charming nonetheless. “And now, there’s one more thing I need to ask of you.”
There was a collective tension Inosuke was starting to feel in the room, the feeling of all their eyes on him overwhelming to his sensitive perception, combining deliciously with the arousal quickly building in his gut. He threw his head back against Tengen’s shoulder, just barely seeing his face as he spoke.
“I’d like to hear you say my name the way you did while you came.”
Fuck Tengen and his amazing hearing. There was no way he hadn’t heard every little noise Inosuke had made in there, and Inosuke was an idiot for thinking otherwise. Inosuke whined at the thought, feeling small and exposed and like his stupid little hand was never going to give him what he needed, stroking himself with desperation.
“Please, Tengen-sama,” He stuttered.
“There you go, that’s my good boy,” Tengen replied, the words alone enough to bring him to the edge, overjoyed at the prospect of being Tengen’s good boy, every cell in his body vibrating with it as he rode out his orgasm, head knocking against the solid chest behind him.
He came over his own fingers for a second time that night, feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes when he realized Tengen never helped him , that he’d jerked himself off in the lap of the hottest man he’d ever seen and didn’t get to be touched by him even once. The overwhelm of sensations and emotions left him teary and spent, Tengen brushing his thumb under his eyes.
“Poor little thing, are you upset that I didn’t touch you?”
Inosuke nodded pathetically, sloppily wiping his face with the back of his hand.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance,” Tengen told him. “Sorry to be such a tease, it’s just so fun to see you desperate.”
“Also, why’re there five?” Inosuke asked groggily.
“Five what, Ino-chan?” Tengen asked, a painted nail flicking his shoulder. “Use your words.”
“Heartbeats,” Inosuke said as he forced his orgasm out of his mind. He’d heard the others when he was in his own room, but now there was a duller, smaller heartbeat he could hear from somewhere in the room. “What’s the little one?”
“It’s not like it’s some mystery we're hiding from you,” Tengen told him, gesturing to Hinatsuru. She turned to him serenely, her dainty hand resting on her belly.
Oh, duh. He’d actually probably been aware of the fact that she was pregnant at some point, but he hadn’t given it any real thought. Now, he saw the way her thin fingers smoothed over her baby bump, two swollen tits resting on top of it.
“What, you’ve never seen someone pregnant before?” Hinatsuru asked, amused by Inosuke’s stare.
“Not really,” Inosuke admitted, face flushing with embarrassment for the dozenth time. It was something that had always fascinated him a little, sure, after growing up in the wilderness, where mating was done with the goal of breeding and making babies. He’d seen the other two wives pregnant in the years before this, and maybe some people he saw in passing through a village, but he’d never been up close and personal with anyone, while they were pregnant, or even seen a pregnant belly uncovered.
He’d also never thought about whether it looks good on someone before, though that was definitely the case for Hina, long hair falling loose down her back and the skin of her belly stretched tight, her sides and hips lined with pink stretch marks. She was striking and feminine and divinely beautiful in a way Inosuke had not known was possible before, and now he couldn’t control his attraction.
“Would you like to come sit in my lap, Ino-chan?” She asked, her voice nothing but affectionate, even the nickname delivered with genuine sweetness rather than Tengen’s dripping sarcasm.
Inosuke nodded, then stumbled through a “Please,” once he felt all the expectant eyes on him.
“Alright, come here,” Hinatsuru encouraged, and Inosuke clamored over, sitting himself down along her soft thighs.
He wasn’t sure what to do, especially not with people watching him, so he simply reached out to touch the top of her belly, jerking away immediately like it’s burned him.
“Easy, pretty boy,” She smiled, leaning forward to give his flushed cheeks a little peck.
Hina grabbed his hand in hers, Inosuke noticing, regretfully, that hers was actually a bit bigger, covering his own and showing him how to rub soft, gentle circles into the skin. He feels something move under his palm and yelps again, pulling his hand back.
Hinatsuru patiently guided him back yet again. “You don’t have to be scared; that’s the baby kicking.”
Inosuke felt the tiny foot press against his hand a second time, gasping in disbelief as his mind managed to fill in the gaps, until he could sense the baby curled up in there, sucking on her little thumb.
“Your baby’s so comfortable in there,” Inosuke breathed, spreading his fingers out and rubbing gently. “ So safe .”
“Can you tell, Ino-chan?” She asked curiously, the others all staring his way as well.
He nodded. “I can feel her in there, she’s doing well.”
“Does that mean I’m going to have a girl?” She asked, her smile widening.
“Mhm,” Inosuke confirmed. “I can just sense it. She’s so happy.”
He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of Hinatsuru’s belly, no longer unfamiliar enough to scare him away. As he did it, he could feel her hand press into the back of his head, carding through his hair and tilting his mouth up towards her tits. They were hot and swollen as well, Inosuke unable to hold back a pleased little noise from his throat the second he made contact with the soft flesh. Inosuke wasn’t afraid to admit that he most often found himself attracted to men, but that didn’t mean he lacked a deep, reverent appreciation for a nice set of tits.
“Would you like to get a bit closer to those?” Tengen asked, and Inosuke could feel him join their little tangle of legs, grabbing him and forcing his mouth open with two fingers, directing it over one of Hina’s swollen, pink nipples.
Inosuke circled his tongue around it and sucked, jumping in shock again when warm, sweet milk poured into his mouth. Most of it dribbled out of his lips and down his chin at first, before he was able to compose himself, wrapping his mouth back around the nipple and trying again.
“There you go,” Hinatsuru praised, her fingertips rubbing soothing circles into his scalp. Inosuke greedily drank down the milk she offered him, warmth under his hands and spilling down his throat and consuming all his senses with how good she tasted.
He tried to pull away, breathless, but Tengen’s huge hand shoved his mouth right back where it belonged. “You’re done when Hina’s done, understand?”
Inosuke nodded as best he could without unlatching from her nipple. It took a few more minutes before the flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped entirely.
“That one’s empty now, good boy,” Hinatsuru praised, making Inosuke glow with happiness through his arousal.
He feels the others sidle up closer to him, Suma wrapping an arm around his shoulders and whispering in his ear. “Come on, Ino-chan, you’re doing such a good job.”
Makio’s hand joins her, reaching around to rub his oversensitive nipples. “You’re so close,” She said, lips pressing kisses into his shoulders and back. “Just a little bit more; you can do it.”
His brain feels like it’s short-circuiting, overwhelmed by everyone crowding around him. He can’t tell if it’s the praise, or all the nice ways they’re touching him, or just the soft warmth of their presence surrounding him, but it’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. There’s so much attention, and it’s all for him, and he feels so special in a way he always desires deep down in his chest. It’s plenty of motivation for him to suckle against Hinatsuru’s nipple until nothing comes out, spilling down his chin when he pulls away, licking his lips proudly.
“Our greedy little piggy was hungry, wasn’t he?” Tengen said, reaching his hand around Inosuke to pull him against his chest.
“So nice,” Inosuke mumbled, feeling utterly intoxicated by milk and fullness and pleasure.
“I know, Hina tastes so good, doesn’t she?” Tengen said, attentive fingertips easing the dull ache of his stomach. “I quite enjoy it myself. You did so well for her, such a good boy.”
The little whine that escaped Inosuke’s throat was mostly involuntary, an unconscious reaction to the absolute bliss he found in being called a good boy by anyone, but especially Tengen.
“So desperate for praise, aren’t you?” Tengen mused. “You’d be happy if all I did was tell you what a sweet, pretty little thing you are, don’t even need to touch you at all.”
Inosuke nodded, sighing contentedly and leaning back to rub his cheek against the side of Tengen’s neck, an affectionate move that the other man seemed surprisingly pleased by. He isn’t sure when Tengen took his eyepatch off, but it isn’t there when he looks now. Without the massive eyepatch and bulky gemstones his face looks significantly more delicate, his features obscured by gentle wisps of white hair, even the long, pink scar that spans most of his face is painted on gracefully.
“You’re so handsome,” Inosuke told him, nuzzling his face against any part of Tengen’s that he can reach, pressing a kiss against his scar when he gets close enough. Tengen wasn’t wrong earlier, Inosuke did love looking at him.
Tengen laughed at that, a bright, high sound, soft and musical like bells. Inosuke thinks he’d do anything to hear it again. “You flatter me, darling.”
“It’s true,” Inosuke mumbled, sighing happily when Tengen’s hand slides lower and lower down his body, pressing circles down below his belly button where he’s the fullest, and the pressure hurts so good that Inosuke’s squirming in his arms.
“You’re quite a looker yourself, especially in this desperate state you’ve got yourself in,” Tengen smiled ravenously.
He finally reached around Inosuke’s stomach to his dick, his hand wrapping at the base and nearly covering the entire thing, only the head of his cock barely peeking out. Tengen’s hand looks so big holding him like this, and he feels so small, every part of him at Tengen’s mercy, giving him all the sensation he’s wanted so badly. His left arm is braced across Inosuke’s chest, holding him tightly in a position Tengen seems to be quite fond of, considering how often he’s put him in it.
In front of them, Tengen’s wives have briefly been distracted by one another. Hinatsuru was exhausted and worked up by her time with Inosuke, and the other two had propped her up against the wall, a pillow on her lower back to support her. Suma and Makio both put their hands on her, Makio resting one hand on her chest and kissing her passionately. Inosuke’s attention diverted to the trio, finding himself immensely curious as to what direction this was going in. He watched Suma’s hands as they traced down Hinatsuru’s belly and onto her thighs, sliding her hands between them and pushing them apart.
“Such a creep,” Tengen laughed, following Inosuke’s gaze. “Could you be any more perverted?”
Inosuke didn’t bother responding to that comment, too busy trying to follow every wildly hot thing that was happening in front of him. And if that made him a pervert, then so be it.
He could feel Tengen’s heartbeat speed up behind him as Suma shoved her face between Hinatsuru’s legs. Her soft thighs enveloped Suma’s face, and she threw her head back in pleasure when Suma made contact with her cunt. Suma was crouched on the ground, her soft, round ass bouncing against her heels as she moved her head, moaning when Hina’s hand pulled at her hair. Makio rubbed her hands against Hina’s tits, relieving the soreness of her nipples with her fingers.
Hinatsuru just laid in her spot against the wall, one hand resting on her belly and the other braced against the floor, squirming and panting with pleasure as the other two had their way with her. Makio caught her lips in a deep kiss, holding her by the throat and slipping her tongue into her mouth as Suma lifted her thighs up for a better angle, Hinatsuru nearly screamed as Suma worked her mouth into her.
Inosuke was almost too enraptured by the scene in front of him to notice Tengen, but his attention turned when he felt his hand palming at his hips and thigh. He moaned in sync with Hinatsuru, Tengen chuckling lightly at his ability to time Inosuke’s reactions with hers. When Suma directed her lips towards Hinatsuru’s swollen clit to make space for two fingers to slide into her entrance, Tengen finally, mercifully touched his cock. It was sore, rubbed raw by two previous orgasms, pained and oversensitive, but Inosuke desired more anyway, so happy to have Tengen’s touch that it didn’t matter whether or not his body could actually take it. Hina’s high, musical tones harmonized with his keening whines and little yips of frustration and pleasure. His hips jerked, constantly seeking friction and trying to fuck up into Tengen’s warm hand that enveloped him with ease. He struggled against Tengen until he grabbed him in close, his little sigh exasperated but not malicious, dutifully bracing his left arm across the span of Inosuke’s chest to keep him in place.
“Such a restless little thing, has anyone ever told you that trying to fuck you is similar to herding cats?” Tengen teased, hold only growing tighter when Inosuke spasmed against him, the pressure against his overstimulated, exhausted body especially pleasurable.
“I just feel so much,” Inosuke moaned, struggling to say so many words in order with how good everything was.
“Oh, I’m sure all this is doing a number on those senses of yours,” Tengen said gently, sounding almost sympathetic.
“Good, though, so good,” Inosuke added, purring happily as Tengen squeezed his cock and bit at his neck. He could sense everyone’s pleasure filling the room, thick and sweet like he could breathe it into his lungs and let it fill up his insides.
“You absolutely are,” Tengen said back, nuzzling against him so affectionately that Inosuke swore he could feel his heart sing at the attention.
Inosuke’s eyes were closed, jumping with shock when he felt soft, plush lips press against his and looked to see Makio in front of him. Her fingertips found Inosuke’s nipples, tweaking until Inosuke was nearly screaming with the sensation, pinching the small, pink buds between her fingers and rubbing against the meat of his chest. Every feeling radiated from its point of contact directly down to his dick, twitching in Tengen’s grip.
He let himself melt down into Tengen’s hot skin, the pain of his overworked cock fading into insatiable greed. It didn’t take much longer after that for him to come, noticeably less now that it was his third time in the hour. It spilled out between Tengen’s fingers, his hand messily working him through his orgasm. Makio leaned comfortably against his front, hands working at the nerves of his nipples as he bit back the scream forcing its way up his throat.
Tengen held his hand out to Inosuke, cum still between his fingers, guiding his pointer into his mouth. Inosuke moaned as it slipped between his parted lips, feeling as it reached nearly into the back of his throat. He sucked it greedily, cleaning his cum off of Tengen’s finger and reaching out with his tongue to lick against the palm of his hand. He continued the process with each of his fingers, Inosuke loving every second that Tengen’s big, perfect hand was offered to him, even as his mouth struggled to stretch around three of Tengen’s fingers.
“What a good boy, cleaning my hand for me,” Tengen cooed, laughing as Inosuke sucked his fingers so hard it nearly set off his gag reflex. “You’re so funny, Ino-chan.”
Inosuke wanted to say that he wasn’t trying to be funny, but Tengen’s hand was still in his mouth, and he preferred this position to talking anyways.
“Now, what shall we do next?” Tengen mused, pulling his hand from Inosuke’s lips, the other mewling desperately at the emptiness. “There are just so many dirty things I’d like to do to you, I can’t even begin to decide.”
“Fuck me,” Inosuke mumbled, still mostly unable to form human speech.
“Oh?” Tengen teased, like the proposition hadn’t even occurred to him. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve heard you’re a bit of a slut.”
“Hey,” Inosuke muttered back indignantly, making absolutely no effort to deny the label.
“Yeah, your friends told me all about the little escapades you go on during missions, how you sleep with someone in damn near every town you pass through,” Tengen said, carefully turning around Inosuke and placing him on the futon. “I’m sure it’s easy for you, isn’t it?”
It was easy, and that was exactly why Inosuke did it. When he got older and finally became somewhat accustomed to taking his mask off in public places, he noticed that people weren’t nearly as scared of him, that their stares were more interest than fear. It started on solo missions, approaching people he could feel looking at him. He was confused at first, but soon got used to people looking at him all blushy and embarrassed like Zenitsu did in front of pretty girls. Eventually, Tanjirou and Zenitsu became accustomed to him leaving for a few hours at a clip when they had downtime on missions together. Zenitsu still gave him shit, especially whenever he came back in the middle of the night and Zenitsu’s hearing picked him up, glaring and muttering hope you had fun, waking me up at four in the morning; they better have at least been hot.
Whether or not that was true depended on the day. Inosuke wasn’t too picky; as long as the person wasn’t put off by his loud, gruff voice and grating personality in their first five minutes of conversation, there was a decent chance he’d go home with them. It wasn’t bad; the casual sex was entertaining, and being with someone else filled the emptiness that sometimes hollowed out his chest, eating away his insides, however temporarily.
“Yeah, it is,” Inosuke nodded.
“No surprise, I can't imagine a pretty little slut like you would struggle to find partners,” Tengen grinned. “Though it’s always more fun when feelings are involved, wouldn’t you agree?”
Inosuke nodded. He had a few kinds of feelings for Tengen, first the ones that sparked in his chest when he saw the glint of that smirk when he was sitting in the onsen, bare chest gleaning above the water, when his kimono gaped to reveal the soft, flawless skin of his muscled chest wrapped in fishnet. Then the ones he felt when Tengen gave him a nod of reassurance when no one else was looking, his surveying, pleased face sparkling with amusement as Inosuke launched himself off trees and flipped through the air, his two swords a force to be reckoned with.
“Hey, you like me too,” Inosuke realized suddenly, studying the look on Tengen’s face with more scrutiny than he offered most human expressions. Maybe it was a bit late to come to this conclusion, but it felt like a revelation nonetheless.
“Now whatever do you mean?” Tengen asked, feigning innocence.
“You like me. Or at least you like being nice to me or somethin,” Inosuke said, feeling a bit bashful.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Tengen smiled, pressing his thumb to Inosuke’s blush-stained cheeks. “I’ll admit that I’ve spent quite a bit of time thinking about how to best approach you about this. But the feelings are mutual. You made things quite easy though, and I must say I’m pleased with that.”
“Me too,” Inosuke nodded. He couldn’t be more pleased with the way things had turned out tonight.
Inosuke felt Tengen’s hand slide down his body, lingering squeezes left on his ribs and waist and hips. He eventually reached the junction between his legs, Inosuke letting himself fall open willingly, knees bending out to touch the floor.
Makio held out a jar of lube for Tengen, which he dipped his fingers into, slipping his fingers between Inosuke’s cheeks easily, wasting no time in sliding his fingers right up to Inosuke’s entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” Inosuke moaned, feeling as the lube warmed against him, Tengen’s hand pressed against his ass, fingertips working against his hole.
Suma kissed Inosuke’s cheek, then slid down to whisper in his ear. “What else do you want?”
“Don’t know,” Inosuke groaned, every touch Tengen pressed against his rim sending shocks up his spine, legs shaking with the marks he was sucking into their insides.
Kissing would probably be too much for him in this state, when all the feelings in his mouth and against his face forcing his eyes closed made him feel uncomfortably overwhelmed. But he was still clamoring for more stimulation, more attention, to feel their bodies against his. Honestly, he knew what he wanted, could feel his chest aching to be touched again, but the ability to ask for that was completely beyond him. He tried to open his mouth but felt like he was a fish gaping for air, moving his lips mutely.
“He wants you to play with his nipples,” Tengen said, not even bothering to look up.
Inosuke nodded frantically, so happy that Tengen had managed to read his desires based solely on his writhing body. “Please, please, please.”
“Oh, that we can do,” Suma smiled, leaning down to circle her lips around him, Makio shoving two fingers in his mouth before he could scream. He’s pretty sure he bites down on them pretty hard, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Hinatsuru ducks onto his other nipple, doubling the nerves firing like electricity through his veins, his panting breaths failing to steady his erratic heartbeat.
“Oh, he’s so pretty like that,” Makio said, and Inosuke didn’t need to open his eyes to know that she’d put a hand between her legs, wet with the sight of their fucked-out little toy.
“Yes,” Inosuke moaned, his naked, sweaty body feeling her pleasure like it was his own.
Tengen leaned forward to see Inosuke’s face, easily avoiding both his wives attached to his chest, their tongues trailing and slobbering deliciously against his sensitive skin.
“Can you sense when Makio is touching herself?” Tengen asked, the smile on his face already knowing the answer, but Inosuke still managed to nod. “How sweet. So why don’t you keep playing with yourself, darling?” Tengen turned to Makio, who was already spreading her knees to make space for her hand. “I know you enjoy watching.”
Inosuke jerked with pleasure as Makio took his direction, fingers heading straight to her clit, and Inosuke absorbed the sweet sensation, how it joined the stimulation through his body without overwhelming him.
Tengen’s two fingers slid past his entrance, little resistance after he’d taken his time pressing against his hole, warm and pliant and slippery with lube. Inosuke gasped when the fingers continued their gentle, insistent press, clenching around Tengen to pull him in till the base of his hand was pressed against his ass.
His fingers scissored open, Inosuke resisting the urge to kick his feet with anticipation. “What a good boy, taking me so well.”
“More,” Inosuke begged.
Once, briefly, he’d seen a glimpse of Tengen’s cock while he was changing in the communal showers, and that single-frame image had sustained this little crush of Inosuke’s for years. Now, even with the stretch of Tengen’s long, thick fingers his ass was still aching for it.
“Now, be patient, Ino-chan,” Tengen said back, biting at the soft flesh that stuck to Inosuke’s hipbones. “Don’t want to hurt yourself.”
“Don’t care.” Inosuke spit, wanting Tengen inside him more than the ability to walk tomorrow.
“Well, unfortunately I do,” Tengen smiled, the motions of his fingers slowing to a snail’s pace. “Can’t be putting the Beast Hashira out of commission, can I?”
Inosuke didn’t care if this put him in the hospital for a week; all he wanted was for Tengen to finally take him. Hina and Suma played with the soft flesh of his chest, pliable enough to be pinched and gathered in their teeth, each bite feeling better than the last, covering him in pink marks. Tomorrow, he’d either need to show off the way he’d completely given himself up as a canvas for hundreds of greedy bites or actually wear a shirt, which would likely arouse even more confusion from everyone he saw.
When Tengen’s hand was slid out of his stretched hole he whimpered at the emptiness, voice cracking pathetically as he wondered how he was going to survive this loss. But before he knew it, he was sucking in a shocked breath as Tengen parted his ass cheeks and the dripping head of his cock met his hole.
“You’ve been hiding quite the ass from me,” Tengen said, like Inosuke wouldn’t have shown off this particular asset any time he asked. “It’s so big I basically have to pry you open.”
He pinched the soft fat between his fingers, making Inosuke yelp in surprise as Tengen manhandled him, absently smacking his ass and squeezing it in his palm. It seemed Zenitsu had been correct when he told him that all the extra sweets he ate would go straight to his ass, but clearly Tengen took no issue with it.
“I'm good?” Inosuke asked as Tengen’s cock teased his hole, desperate to please him.
“You’re perfect, Inosuke,” Tengen leaned down, strands of hair falling onto Inosuke’s sweaty face, the sound of Tengen saying his real name so genuinely sending a wave of emotion through him. “Just how you are. I hope you never change a thing.”
The words brought tears to his eyes, which wasn’t surprising, as pretty much any praise made him cry. Usually he could cry inside his mask, which thankfully preserved most of his dignity when one of the hashira complimented his sword skills or Tanjiro said something that made him feel a little too warm and fuzzy. But to be called perfect so genuinely made him feel sick to his stomach with pure happiness. There wasn’t anything he could do now to hide it, letting Suma wipe his face with her fingers.
“Deep breath, babygirl,” Tengen said, Inosuke filling his lungs obediently as Tengen pressed inside him.
The feeling was somehow better than he could’ve imagined, the way Tengen’s cock began stretching him out from the instant his head slipped inside.
“I need you,” Inosuke moaned desperately. “Please, Tengen-sama.”
Tengen didn’t hesitate to give him what he asked for, didn’t wait or tease, though that probably would’ve been the more merciful thing to do. Instead, he buried his length inside Inosuke with one fluid motion, a high-pitched whine falling from his lips, a sound Inosuke wished he could deny making.
Tengen had a soft, almost fascinated smile playing on his lips as he looked down at Inosuke’s form, immobilized on his cock. He was still a bit full from his little tryst with Hinatsuru, and it embarrassed him to see that his toned abs weren’t nearly as visible as they usually were. Instead, there was the smallest, softest curve to his stomach, a prominent bulge below his belly button where Tengen’s massive cock was buried inside him. Tengen rubbed his fingers against Inosuke’s stomach, pressing down on the places where his length showed through. It was an odd sensation, not quite like anything Inosuke had felt before, Tengen’s hand on his outside and his cock on his insides a delicious mix of pressure that left drool spilling out the sides of his mouth.
“Look how you can barely take me,” Tengen said, Inosuke yelping in shock as Tengen found where the head of his cock bulged out and massaged it attentively. “What a good boy you are, absolutely stuffed full with my cock.”
Inosuke tried to grind his hips down, jerk back and forth to make his desire for friction known, but he was too restricted by the others still attending to his nipples, his body too exhausted to actually move. Thankfully, Tengen wanted the same thing he did, and when he pulled back just a few inches, then slammed hard into Inosuke’s hips again, he nearly bit off the tip of his tongue with the shocking force.
“Ungh,” Inosuke grunted with the air Tengen’s thrusts expelled from his lungs. He was too full of Tengen’s cock, delirium flooding his brain, to make any human speech.
Tengen looked at him curiously, then repeated the motion, grinning with satisfaction as he forced that same involuntary sound out of Inosuke again and again. Inosuke just let him do it, feeling like a fuck toy with a broken voice box, Tengen treating him as roughly as he liked while he played the same noise on a loop.
“Lift your legs for me, Ino-chan,” Tengen directed when he got bored of the bruising angle he’d chosen and began to desire something even deeper.
Inosuke was more than happy to obey, hooking his legs up and over Tengen’s broad shoulders. He kept his eyes trained on his belly, watching how his movements adjusted the bulge inside of him. He’d forgotten about Makio next to them until he felt a wave of pleasure come off her, and when he turned she was watching the same place he was, apparently enjoying it as well.
“I knew you were flexible, but this is— fuck,” Tengen sighed, wiping sweat off his brow as his hips shifted, adjusting to their new angle. “You’re really something else.”
Inosuke smiled proudly, able to swing his hips back and forth now that he’d propped up his legs, and Tengen struggled to keep his composure with the way Inosuke was fucking him back. He jerked his hips in, colliding with Inosuke’s g-spot and leaving him convulsing with the sensation it shot through him. Once he realized where he’d hit, he did it again, pressing against his prostate more purposefully with every thrust. The unrelenting stimulation on that little bundle of nerves sent Inosuke careening over the edge into orgasm, saying Tengen’s name until his voice was hoarse, darkness clouding his vision. His eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything, blinded by sheer bliss as every muscle in him spasmed uncontrollably. He went through all the steps of his orgasm without ever feeling the familiar, slightly uncomfortable sensation of cum spilling onto his stomach, and when he realized he looked down, puzzled.
Tengen’s smile glittered with amusement at Inosuke coming dry and untouched. “Looks like you’ve overdone it tonight; there’s nothing left in you.”
Inosuke hadn’t known this was possible, to have such a mind-blowing orgasm without his dick even getting involved. He wanted to do it again, feel it again, now that he was somewhat prepared.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Tengen’s breath stuttered, but his pace stayed a steady beat through Inosuke’s orgasm.
Tengen's hips were still rhythmic even now, as buried his length and came inside Inosuke, his brain short-circuiting as Tengen fucked him through it all. His desperate, breathless moans and his broad hand cradling Inosuke’s face seemed to reveal his own vulnerability as he kissed gently against the soft skin of Inosuke's cheek.
Inosuke had another dry, detached orgasm, eyes rolling into his head as he could feel Tengen’s cum filling his insides and spilling out of his hole. Tengen stopped moving, but still kept them just like that until his cock softened, gently slipping it out, followed by a stream of his cum that Inosuke was disappointed to lose. The girls pulled away from his nipples, which were now raw and oversensitive, his whole chest covered in hickies and bites and scratches. They turned their attention to cleaning him off, wiping his face of tears and drool and pulling his bangs back from his sweat-slicked forehead. He could recognize Tengen’s hand based on size alone, using a wet cloth to clean between his legs.
“Thank you, Tengen-sama,” Inosuke breathed out as soon as he had enough blood in his brain to form a coherent thought.
“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Tengen replied, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lip. “You were such a good boy for me.”
Inosuke grinned wide with the praise; all his primal need melted into soft affection, warm and pliant and bone-tired. The four of them were all petting him sweetly, hands touching every part of him as they all snuggled up around him.
“Would you like to go to bed now, Ino?” Tengen asked. “I’m sure you’re quite tired out.”
“Wait,” Inosuke jumped up to a sitting position, shocking his sore muscles. “I need my— I need—“
“Hm?” Suma hummed, running her fingers through his hair.
“My mask,” Inosuke finally spit out.
“You aren’t planning on wearing that dirty thing to bed, are you?” Tengen chimed in.
“Aoi just cleaned it!” Inosuke protested. “And I just need it near me, I uh—I can’t fall asleep without it.”
He feels his cheeks get hot again with the different, smaller kind of embarrassment that comes with him really needing to be close to that stupid mask to fall asleep and being very insecure about that fact.
“Ugh, go get your gross little comfort object,” Tengen said, teasing but still leaning over to peck his cheek before waving him to the door.
Inosuke jumped out of the tangle of bodies and out into the hall, halfway between running and tip-toeing as he grabbed his mask off his own futon and tucked it under his arm, doing his best to ignore the protests of his aching body.
He came back with his mask in hand, holding it close to his chest and throwing himself back into the pile of limbs. Everyone moved around to adjust for him, some part of his body touching all the others at every possible point of contact. His head is leaning on Tengen’s chest, mask nestled between them, pressing his cheek to his soft flesh and purring like a cat. Tengen turns and kisses his forehead, and it’s like he’s glowing with happiness, almost enough for him to float away peacefully. He’s always wanted affection from Tengen, and right now it’s so comfortable and casual that it almost feels surreal.
“You’re a bit of an attention whore, aren’t you?” Tengen pointed out, kissing his forehead again just to watch the other man’s viscerally pleased reaction, his whole face scrunching up in a little smile.
“Mhm,” Inosuke agreed. There was no point in denying it after they’d all seen it for themselves, especially not when agreeing might mean them continuing to indulge him.
“Doesn’t surprise me one bit,” Tengen said, carefully smoothing the curls that collected near Inosuk's ears. “You always seem to need validation, even though you’re plenty capable on your own. But we’re more than happy to give it to you if it makes you feel good, right?”
Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru all nod in agreement, each cuddling up against Inosuke with more overwhelmingly pleasing touches. Even Tengen telling him that he’s plenty capable on his own is full of depth, a real compliment he’d only voice if he truly meant it. Just being here reminds him a little of the safety he felt sleeping in the litter when he was a kid, dozing in a mess of warm bodies, surrounded and protected. It’s comforting in the same way as cuddling his mask is, satisfying that deep need for security that he’d acquired growing up.
“Yeah, this is the best feeling in the world,” Inosuke replied, his breath stuttering at all the intense stimulation coming at every inch of him, fingers running along his limbs and lips kissing his stomach and Makio putting his thumb in her mouth for some reason, but it also feels really nice, so he doesn’t question it.
“Awh, you’re so sweet, Ino-chan,” Hinatsuru cooed, long, delicate fingers running through his hair and scratching at his scalp. “You’ve been such a good boy for us.”
The others all chorused their agreement, humming little compliments to him, telling him how cute and pretty and handsome he was, Inosuke feeling that cool rush of unbridled joy through his veins when Tengen pressed his lips to his hair and called him precious.
“Can we keep him, Tengen-sama?” Suma asked, stretching her arm out across Tengen and Inosuke’s bodies lying beside one another so she could hold them both at once. “Please?”
“What do you think, Ino?” Tengen passed the question on to him. “Would you like to keep spending time with us?”
“So badly,” Inosuke smiled. If it were up to him, they’d all stay cuddled together like this forever. “Wanna be your fourth wife.”
“You make me laugh,” Tengen chuckled, with that same genuine, honest tone that nestled deep in Inosuke’s chest. “But I’ll see what I can do.”