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the night air was cold, but their air was hot. tanjiro had recently been injured (putting himself over his friends, obviously. the idiot), and the wound, a large cut from a demons claw, reaching from the side of his torso to the centre of his back, had stared to heal over properly.
kanao would never admit that she would stare a bit too much whenever she had to help the other butterfly girl dress his wounds (who allowed such a cute soft face to be matched with a body like that? she silently cursed the gods. secretly she was thanking them). her enhanced vision had its perks, she supposed.
it was dark, the seasons were changing and the summer heat was fading into a chilled breeze. the leaves were starting to wither, but kanao swears shes never felt more alive.
the pair sits atop the soft cotton of her futon, in her own room that lady shinobu had so kindly given her when kanae passed. shinobu didnt want to sleep in the same room anymore, not without both her sisters.
it was lonely at times, lying in bed, having only her own company. the sheets were usually cold, leaving the girl to just shiver. she didnt care though, or thats what she told herself. kanao had never realised how much she truly wanted anothers comfort until she had it.
tanjiro had a naturally high body temperature, probably from either his genetics or the style of breathing best suited to his own composition, probably both, she thought. in comparison to her own chilled skin, it almost burnt to touch him. so warm, she had never felt this warm before, maybe with kanae, but this was different.
kanaes warmth was sisterly and gentle, tanjiros was comforting and...
well, she couldnt really put a name to it, but as his warm, rough hands wandered around her waist, dipping lower and caressing the peaks of her hip bones, she could only describe it as arousing. the absence of feeling in her chest, the emptiness, was completely gone. her heart was filled, pounding and hot, the heat spreading further and further, into her face and the tips of her toes. even with her heat, was nothing compared to the blazing comfort of tanjiro.
it was like he carried fire in his very fingertips.
"what do you want me to do?" he whispered into her neck. he was always asking for permission, to make sure she was comfortable, and even if he was subtle, she was sure he was trying to help her to make her own decisions again. it was sweet, it made her heart throb and fall in love even more, but one of these days she going to make him do things without asking, shes sure of it.
well, plans for another day. his hands, no matter how calloused they are, are so very gentle. she wonders how something so rough can be so soft.
kanao is dazed out of her thoughs, her head already spinning from his heart, she can feel her heartbeat in her ears, by the (somehow even hotter) wetness of tanjiros mouth. as his tongue glided across the pale skin of her neck and collar bone, she could feel every butterfly in the estate suddenly swarm in her stomach, it was so very hot, her face was probably crimson.
"do you want to keep going? you havent answered me." his voice was so soft, he was going to kill her with how much she was blushing. even unintentional, she wishes he would be more... how would she put it? forceful? soon maybe, she'll demand for him to be a bit more commanding.
"ropes. use the ropes. theyre in the nightstand, third drawer." she says with certainty. almost whining at the loss of his warmth, definitely audibly sighing the disappearance of his tongue against her neck. when did she become so clingy? she frowned, was she always this bratty?
she watched as tanjiro sifted through the drawers, suddenly remembering all the other... lewd items inside, her heart beating much harder from the embarrassment, and maybe a bit of excitement that maybe tanjiro will use them. not leaving her much time to fantasise or bury herself in shame, he kneeled back down in front of her, the bright red rope in hand.
she had gotten all these things from uzui when he overheard her talking to aoi about her newly blossomed relationship with tanjiro. damn that bastards hearing, as soon as he heard what she had said he had rushed into the room and grabbed her eagerly by the shoulders and looked at her like an excited dog. that was an interesting lesson on human anatomy.
"do you want to tie me up?" he asked quietly. maybe another day, this week had been stressful and it would be much nicer to be taken care of. a bit selfish, but as he had said, it was okay to ask for things.
"tie me up." she said resolutely.
he seemed a bit bashful at the notion, cheeks pinking for the first time this night. he gets flustered now, when he was literally licking at her neck not even a minute prior? she nodded her head and grabbed his hands, the rope still clutched in his palm.
"eh? o-okay. how do you want me to..." he trailed off, somehow seeming more embarrassed just by thinking about it. it was cute, but if he was going to get her all hot and bothered, he better take care of it.
"make sure i cant move." she decided on. it would be fun to see what he would come up with. uzui had taught him to use ropes to apprehend people when they went to the red light district, and in dire cases demons to interrogate or simply restrain them, but as with all things the god of flamboyance seemed to spout, it could also be used for more.. lewd purposes. probably another repercussion of the sound pillar getting wind of their relationship, the bastard.
as the sturdy rope was being wrapped around her, feeling the resistance needed to attempt to move as deft fingers teased her skin with their light touches, she couldnt find it in herself to be made at the so called "bastard" at all.
in thin rope was tied with just the right amount of tightness, not hurting or digging uncomfortably, but hugging her and supporting her just right. even with the perfect use of the technique, tanjiro still put it upon himself to double check everything was comfortable and not hurting her in anyway. so sweet and kind, her very own perfect person.
the heat under her skin was starting to grow uncomfortably, throbbing and needy. the wetness between her legs was starting to drip onto her thighs, trying to squeeze together to relieve the pressure, but being kept apart by tanjiros hands. even the small action of dominance made butterflies well up under her again, damn him and his ability to be so effortlessly arousing.
actually, he could probably smell the emotions she was feeling, cruel. what a tease, she almost pouted, instead relaxing her thighs and looking back up at him.
"eat me" kanao said, trying to sound as demanding as she could. she wasnt sure why though, the girl knew she could sound like a kicked puppy and he would do anything she said. he sent a soft smile, in that stupid endearing way he did which made her flush even more before lowering his head and lifted her bound legs over his shoulder, making her shift onto her back, arms tied and being held down by her own weight too now.
even with the almost painful throbbing heat, the seemingly burning temperature was once again dwarfed by the effortlessly furnace like temperature of his mouth. prodigal tongue lapping at the arousal that dripped onto her thighs, not even touching her properly but still making electricity course up her spine. it made her itch for more.
sucking and licking at her thighs, she thought back to his hands, holding onto the tops of her thighs, one sliding down to glide over her stomach, inching its way down. she felt impatience well up inside her (emotions are coming easier, shes sure hes going to praise her for it later), whimpers and moans slipping from her mouth.
without really thinking and just acting on her instincts and what she wanted (yet another things she was going to get heavily praised for, she could almost feel the soft kisses and headpats) she spoke.
"bite me" it came out as a breathy, pitiful whimper.
freezing at her words, his tongue stopping his venture and his lips retracting from her supple flesh, he looked up. kanaos face was flushed, the potent smell of her arousal and a slight hint of embarrassment filled him with pride, she was getting much better at asking for things, and who has he to deny such good behaviour?
once again latching onto the soft flesh of her inner thigh, gently licking at the spot he had chosen a few times to let her know and prepare herself, he bit. a sharp pain from the dangerously sensitive skin there shot up her spine so very close to breaking the skin, definitely bruising. she couldve been done right there, just from a simple bite
tanjiro didnt like hurting people, but the acrid scent of pain was overwhelmingly clouded with pleasure. anything to please kanao, his very own perfect person.
her thighs clamped tighter around his head, trying to pull him closer.
"please eat me." kanao spoke, barely above a whisper, obviously trying not to make any shameful noises.
obliging by any request she could possibly make, tanjiro shifted his neck and angled his mouth to her dripping pussy, he hadnt even noticed how desperate she was. the scent was so sweet, lightly floral, and endlessly addictive, and as the wetness covering her, he learned, tasted just as good as it smelled.
his new favourite meal, he thought as his tongue trailed around her folds, grazing her clit or dipping into her, which he quickly learned made her clench and let out the cutest noises.
she kept hiding her painfully adorable noises, and that was simply unacceptable, why hide something so wonderful anyway? lifting the hand holding onto her hip, tanjiro reached up and cups her cheek, thumb grazing over her soft lips, damp and open, gasping and letting out tiny whimpers. to his surprise, he feels her mouth open more and engulf the tip of his thumb, licking and moaning slightly louder and he continued eating.
maybe finding a new weak spot, of course hes going to take advantage of it. anything to please kanao of course, so he removed his thumb, replacing it with his index and middle fingers, allowing them to reach further, which kanao enthusiastically welcomed, trying to push his fingers as deep as they could go, reaching into the very back of her throat, making her gag and her eyes well up in the best way possible.
his hands... kanaos thoughts were bombarded by the taste of clean skin and the rough texture of his fingers rubbing at the back of her tongue, an orgasmic feeling despite and uncomfortable gagging that follows it. his fingers as so much larger than hers, shes always been dainty like her sisters, even if they arent blood related, not to say her hands arent calloused with all the work of her swordsmanship too, but theyre always soothed by the balms and medicinal baths she helps to prepare, and theyre not also hardened by manual labour like his. truly strong, truly hardworking, truly perfect.
it makes moan escape around his fingers louder, drool not coating them and dripping off her chin and onto his palm. the gentle kindness from his hands, the warmth of his mouth, and sparks of pleasure grow more and more intense, pressure growing and growing in her stomach and groin.
its so strong she might cry, she didnt know anything could feel this good. trying to straighten her legs to wrap them around his shoulders, arms struggling to reach down and grab onto his hair, restrained (somehow arousing her even further) by the strong ropes. she could probably break through them if she tried, but she definitely doesn't want to.
it coils and coils, builds and builds, she can feel her heartbeat in every inch of her body. she might die like this, and she would be perfectly fine with that.
the pressure explodes, rushing and tingling through every muscle in her body, tightening and grabbing and anything she can, arching her back, her vision flashes white and she might be seeing stars.
tanjiro continues to lap at her pussy, mouth still attached to her until soft whines of overstimulation start to escape her lips. his face is covered in her release, and the boy can smell her exhaustion.
pushing her thighs off his shoulders and feelings for where the knots are weak, he unties them, feeling slightly remorseful as they slide off her skin to reveal light pinkish marks where they were laying. they might bruise for a few days, and he will be sure to treat them.
standing, he walks as quietly as he can (thanking urokodaki for helping to silence his footsteps as much as possible) and grabs a washcloth and basin from the bathhouse. its much too far at make her walk for the time being, so this will do until tomorrow morning. once he had decided the water was warm enough, he walked back. hopefully no one will notice.
wiping off his own face and hands with light amounts of soap, he runs the towel over her body, kanao letting out small sighs of relief in her half asleep state. gently running his fingers over the marks the ropes made, he admires her. so beautiful, so strong, so perfect.
leaning back down and nudging her hair out of the way, tanjiro licks at her neck and bites, gently sucking, just enough to leave a mark. kanao shivers and lets out a quiet whimper, grabbing at the blankets now covering her.
pushing her bangs to the side and with a soft kiss to her forehead, the boy heads back to the patient dorms.
hopefully shinobu wont be mad.