#tankyou

Kyoujurou gasped and threw his head back but not enough to crack his neck. His body convulsed as he tried his best to keep himself upward. Tanjirou pistoned into his quivering back, labored breathing matched the continuous slap of their wet skin.

Kyoujurou felt full and glowing from his core, pained pleasure to the top of his head.

“G-godd… Kamado..!” he keened, high pitch and ear-splitting. A thrust had him enough, sobbing as he braced forward.

Tanjirou ignored the splash of sweat from Kyoujurou’s curtain of wet hair and planted both heels on the bed.

“Mmm…” Tanjirou mewled, slowly gyrating deep inside him and both groaned at the feeling of Tanjirou’s cock sticking before unsticking off his wall.

“Shit…” Tanjirou half-whispered.

“O-ooOhh…” Kyoujurou heaved a shaky sigh.

Even after that second mini orgasm, his dick hadn’t come. Hunger burned in his veins; head delirious and full of lust. Even as Tanjirou reached up to squeeze his chest, it took Kyoujurou a while to realize as his brain had only thought about the spear he was sitting on. Kyoujurou pursed wet lips before loosening his knees and straightening up again.

Tanjirou shouted under him as Kyoujurou started to pull his hips and plowed down.

The motion picked up its pace soon, earning moans and gasps.

Tanjirou threw his head to the side, giving up on moving as he let Kyoujurou take his turn, impaling himself on Tanjirou’s angry red cock.

Kyoujurou shakily moved the fingers on his nipple and guided it to pinch, too non-verbal to tell.

Kyoujurou groaned at the pain.

Tanjirou’s pinch was no joke. Rough tabs pulled at the already hardened tip, nail chaffing the areola. Kyoujurou moaned at the afterburn and nestled his ass to the base before pulling up again.

He could stay like this, keep Tanjirou home and nestled between his heat as he took in the unintentionally rough treatment.

He could feel Tanjirou’s oblique muscles contracting between his thighs, his other free arm just hanging on the dip of Kyoujurou’s hip.

Kyoujurou wanted to eat Tanjirou whole and wanted Tanjirou to eat him whole too. He wanted to be so self-aware of his husband’s presence, his aura a compass.

Tanjirou scrunched his brows before his mouth opened like he was about to gag, a silent moan indicating his release. Kyoujurou kept his pace, gasps turning vocal and high.

“Kyoujurou-san, f-fuck, I’m com—coming inside.”

“Y-yeah, yeah…” Kyoujurou barely made out the word, sounded more like a moan as he felt the warmth spreading until small trails ran down his thighs.

Even as Kyoujurou slowed down, shaking like the autumn leaves, Tanjirou stayed and it threw Kyoujurou to the edge.

He slumped forward, sobbing into Tanjirou’s ear. Kyoujurou’s body was still shaking as they stopped moving, low guttural moan escaped his tired wet mouth.

Full… full… he wanted to tell Tanjirou, wanted to cry out and continue as if they hadn’t done it for two hours.

Tanjirou was the first to move again, patting Kyoujurou’s tangled and disheveled hair while the other hand pressed a hot palm against Kyoujurou’s lower tummy.

Kyoujurou hummed as Tanjirou continued to massage him, legs finally following his brain as he slid his weight off of him. He could feel the wetness.

He imagined Tanjirou eating his cum out, emptying to fill him up again.

He snorted, internally cursing his horny hindbrain and ignoring Tanjirou's questioning hum.

Kyoujurou only kissed his lips, earning a gentle smile. Kyoujurou breathed in the sex-scented room before he nuzzled his nose to Tanjirou’s, “ha—”