there is nothing scarier than a human that lacks inhibition and wields great power. murderers, tyrants, corrupt politicians, abusers—they're all disgusting enough as it is. all becoming a demon does is add more cruelty and evil to the world, but it's not as if some humans are much better.

that's something kyojuro forces himself not to think too hard about.

limited kisses, accepting. kyojuro gets passed around like a blunt in this one.

he'd intended to just get over his apprehension surrounding the relationship he's gotten himself into. after all, it's not common at all anymore for the average man to have so many partners. the optics look bad, and he's worried about what his father could possibly say about it, and there's a lingering guilt about having such strong feelings for so many people at once.

but the girls are patient with him. mostly, anyway. kyojuro kisses the three one after another, trying to push down the growing feeling of shame rising up into his chest. trying to get used to it. trying to let himself not worry so much. trying not to feel like he's doing something wrong.

he eventually settles into it, the care he has for these women outweighing any lingering anxiety. and he smiles and thanks them for their time and patience, he tells them how much he cares for them, et cetera...

kyojuro is a strong-willed man. the strongest many have seen, and the strongest many will ever see. his pride and dignity shine as a beacon, bright and unwavering. it's truly a sight to behold.

and now here he is, chin held firm in the palm of another man, straddling his lap and being spoken down to... and letting it all happen blissfully. where that unwavering and rock-solid pride has gone is beyond anyone's speculation, as he's seemed to simply let go of it for the time being. his gaze is something needy, almost desperate, as the other tugs kyojuro's chin closer to him.

there is hesitation—a moment of embarrassment at his current state, half-dressed and wanting. his hand reaches out, clutching the fabric at tadahiro's chest as he leans further in. his breath is heavy with desire.

❛ i'll be good. i swear. ❜ shame briefly washes over him at how readily he offered such an eager statement up; but that feeling is quickly washed away by the dizzying feeling of other rolling his hips against his own. he sighs shakily, grip on the man's kimono tightening, ❛ i promise. i promise. i'll be good, ❜