#kazehashira

Sanemi is met with a smile, and they share a kiss. Their days don't start until they've shared at least one morning kiss, but Sanemi hungers for more. This is the start of his plans, as he lets his hands feel underneath Giyuu's warm yukata. Their lips changing from a delicate kiss to desperation. Sanemi can feel it in his gut, and the heat travels lower. Sanemi's scarred hand finds Giyuu under the mess of clothes and blankets, and takes him into his hand. Already hard, Sanemi starts friction. Moving his hand and tightening his grip, Giyuu's moans sing into his mouth. And he eats them, satisfying the hunger that burns in his own cock. Giyuu's grip on Sanemi's arm tightens as he finishes, spilling everywhere underneath the covers of their bed. Sanemi will clean that up later, when Giyuu is eating or taking a bath or something else. Heavy breaths fill the air as Sanemi's hand finally lets go of Giyuu's cock and brings the warm, wetness up to his lips. Sanemi licks cum from his fingers, keeping violet eyes to those dangerous blue ones. And then he feels Giyuu's hand go for him, and he grabs the wrist. "No," he breathes, pulling the hand back above the surface of their blankets. "Today is about you. We'll deal with it, later. I promise." And they kiss again. Lovingly, desperately. Sanemi lets go of Giyuu's hand, and it falls to his shoulder. And they kiss, and kiss, and kiss. Until the growl in Sanemi's stomach is no longer the sexual hunger he satisfied, but the basic need for food. Sanemi pulls back, kissing him once on the nose. "C'mon, it's time for breakfast."

     The chill of winter lingers outside the blankets that envelope the pair of former Hashira. Sleep has Giyuu in a loose grip alongside his husband, who has an arm wrapped around his middle in a close embrace. He had gone to bed forgetting the day's significance as the weeks and months had blended together. For once it didn't feel like it mattered as to the day, the week, the month... They could exist, together, without the weight of the world on their shoulders as demons roamed the nights.

     As silly and odd and new as it is for Giyuu to see life in this new light, every day was honestly a gift. A gift to find Sanemi again, a gift to sleep next to him every night, a gift to create relationships with those who still resided at the Butterfly Mansion. He never thought of himself as someone who enjoyed life, but now... now he understood more about how Tanjiro could smile every day. It was simple gratitude.

     Sleep is gently pulled from him as warm lips press to his forehead. He stirs, pressing himself into the warmth next to him to prolong the inevitable moment where he has to wake fully. The sunlight is already beginning to stream into the room, casting sunbeams across the floor and their futon. Sanemi wishes him a good morning in that sultry waking voice and he can't help but smile each and every time he hears it. The man is still fighting against sleep himself and normally Giyuu could easily have gotten his way by asking to remain in bed a short while longer, but this day brought a sense of insistence in Sanemi's eyes that Giyuu hadn't seen in a very long time. And the reason is made clear a moment later when Sanemi speaks again.

     Happy birthday.

     Birthday..? Giyuu blinks. Is it really?

     To think that in years' past Giyuu had spent the day tangled in the bed of the Wind Hashira in an entirely different context, kicked out and snapped at as soon as they had finished. He doesn't know if Sanemi had been aware then, not that it truly mattered, but he remembered the deep sense of emptiness that followed as he left the Wind Estate. Even then he had loved Shinazugawa Sanemi, despite the treatment that he considered himself worthy of at the time. The desire to be with him was overshadowed by their necesity in the Demon Slayer Corps and Giyuu's inability to form a connection outside of the physical.

     He smiles with the dawning realization that Sanemi is correct, and that they're deeply in love, and that Sanemi is here.

     They kiss, and normally that would start their day together, but Sanemi had other plans. Rough and scarred hands caress his skin as Sanemi positions himself over his lover, finding him under the whirlwind of blankets and clothing with a satisfied sigh into Sanemi's mouth. Giyuu tastes the desire dripping from Sanemi with every kiss they share following; Giyuu cups his cheek and tangles his fingers in wild white hair, pulling and begging for more with every whimpered moan and desperate gasp. Sanemi knows every noise that falls from him like a conductor with his orchestra, settling into a pace that sets Giyuu's every nerve on fire.

     He claws at Sanemi's yukata, holding onto him tightly as he spills on their sheets and Sanemi's hand. Tired lungs breathe heavily as he looks up to his beloved, pink flushed in his cheeks that only darkens when he sees Sanemi lick his fingers clean. ❝ Sa.. Sanemi... ❞

     Reaching for Sanemi's own apparent need is met by having his wrist held. If today is about me, then I want to do this for you, he wanted to say, but the thought dies in his throat as he's kissed once more. If he could stay in this moment forever, aglow with love as he kisses the man that loves him as much as he loves Sanemi, he would. But not everything can continue forever, as is apparent in the growl of Sanemi's stomach that begs for breakfast.

     Giyuu's nose wrinkles lightly with the kiss to it. Before Sanemi can pull away Giyuu places his hand at the back of his neck, guiding him in for one more gentle, loving kiss to cherish with his husband.