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The gravel crunches beneath Tanjiro’s sandals as he approaches the Water Estate, the morning sun just barely peeking over the horizon. His chest swells with excitement—after weeks of recovery from the grueling battle against Upper Four, he’s finally ready to resume training. His body feels even stronger now—almost lighter. Though faint reminders of his injuries still linger, he’s eager to shake off the cobwebs and push himself again.
As he steps into the training yard, though, he stops short.
Giyu’s already there, mid-practice.
The Water Hashira moves like the blade is an extension of himself, each swing smooth and precise, his footwork practically gliding over the ground. The arcs of his strikes are mesmerizing, and the way the morning light catches his sword makes it gleam. His haori flutters with his movements, a mix of sharp turns and flowing grace that makes Tanjiro’s chest tighten.
He’s so…incredible.
Tanjiro knows it’s not just admiration that makes his heart race like this. He’s known for a while now—long enough that it’s impossible to ignore how his stomach flips whenever Giyu’s around, or how just watching him train can leave him feeling warm all over.
He tells himself to move, to say something, but he just stands there for a moment, caught up in the sight of Giyu in his element.
It doesn’t take long for the Hashira to notice. He pauses mid-swing, his gaze flicking over to where Tanjiro stands. His expression doesn’t change much, but he sets his sword down and tilts his head, motioning for Tanjiro to come over.
Tanjiro snaps out of it, his cheeks flushing as he jogs up. “Sorry, Tomioka-san! I didn’t mean to interrupt your practice!”
“You’re not interrupting,” Giyu says, brushing his hair back from his face, “It’s good to see you back. How are you feeling?”
Tanjiro grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “A lot better! I’ve been really wanting to get back to training, honestly. Sitting around was making me crazy.”
Giyu nods, looking him over like he’s assessing every inch of Tanjiro’s condition. “That’s good. You recovered faster than I expected.” He pauses for a second before adding, “You did well at the Swordsmith Village.”
The words are simple, but they hit Tanjiro hard, making his heart flutter in response.
“I didn’t do that much,” he says quickly, his face heating up. “Kanroji and Genya did most of the work. I just—”
“You did good,” Giyu interrupts, his tone firm but not unkind, “You don’t have to explain.”
Tanjiro stares at him for a second, his heart stuttering at the faintest hint of something almost like a smile on Giyu’s lips. He swallows hard, forcing himself to focus. “Thank you, Tomioka-san. That means a lot.”
Giyu nods again, picking his sword back up. “Let’s see how much you’ve recovered. We’ll start with basic forms. I want to see your improvement with Hinokami Kagura.”
“Yes, sir!” Tanjiro chirps, his excitement bubbling back up as he readies himself.
He grips his sword tightly, watching Giyu with determined focus as they square off in the training yard. He’s been waiting for this—a chance to test himself against the Hashira again.
Giyu shifts his stance slightly, raising his sword. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Tanjiro nods, tightening his grip on his own sword. “Ready.”
The moment the word leaves his lips, Giyu moves.
It’s not a full-fledged attack—more like a testing slash—but it’s fast, and Tanjiro barely manages to block it. Giyu’s movements are fluid, his strikes precise and controlled, and Tanjiro feels the force behind every one of them.
But Tanjiro doesn’t let up, either. He counters with a series of quick strikes, using the unpredictable patterns of Hinokami Kagura to keep Giyu on his toes. His blade arcs in wide, fiery slashes, deftly dodging the Hashira’s attacks.
“Better,” Giyu remarks as he deflects a particularly sharp blow, his tone quiet but carrying a faint note of approval.
The single word sends a burst of pride through Tanjiro, and he pushes harder, his footwork growing more confident. He steps into his attacks, trying to match Giyu’s fluidity, his strikes coming faster and more deliberate.
But Giyu is still a Hashira.
He sidesteps an overhead slash with almost casual ease, spinning around to tap the flat of his blade against Tanjiro’s side. The touch is light, but it’s enough to throw Tanjiro off balance, and he stumbles a step before catching himself.
“Don’t overcommit,” Giyu says calmly, lowering his sword, “You leave yourself open.”
Tanjiro flushes, nodding quickly. “Right! Sorry!”
“Don’t apologize. Just fix it.”
Tanjiro resets his stance, determined to do better. He takes a deep breath, focusing his mind, and charges again. This time, he’s more mindful of his movements, keeping his footing steady and strikes controlled.
Their blades clash again, and Tanjiro can feel himself improving with each exchange. Giyu isn’t making it easy—his counters are swift and deliberate, his strikes sharp enough to keep Tanjiro on edge—but Tanjiro is holding his own.
“Good,” Giyu says as Tanjiro manages to parry a particularly tricky strike, “Your footwork is improving.”
The praise makes Tanjiro’s heart flutter, but he forces himself to stay focused. He knows Giyu is still holding back, that even now, the older man could end this sparring match in an instant if he wanted to. But the fact that he’s drawing out the fight, letting Tanjiro push himself, just makes him want to try even harder.
They move faster now, the rhythm of their sparring picking up as Tanjiro starts to anticipate Giyu’s moves. He still takes a few hits—light taps from the flat of Giyu’s blade that remind him he’s not quite there yet—but he lands a few of his own too.
At one point, their swords lock, the force of their clash bringing them close enough that Tanjiro can feel Giyu’s breath against his skin. His heart pounds, though more from proximity than exertion, as Giyu’s eyes meet his.
“You’re getting there,” Giyu murmurs, his voice low but clear.
Tanjiro swallows hard, his grip tightening on his sword. “I’ll do my best to catch up to you, Tomioka-san.”
Giyu’s gaze softens ever so slightly, and he pushes Tanjiro back with a calculated shove, breaking their lock. “Then don’t stop. Again.”
Minutes pass, the clash of their swords filling the air. Sweat drips down Tanjiro’s forehead as he pushes himself to keep up, eyes scanning for an opening at every twist and turn. Giyu’s flexibility with Water Breathing is incredible, his style so fluid it’s hard to predict where his next strike will come from. But there’s something about those flowing movements—something Tanjiro can use.
Giyu sweeps forward with a quick, decisive strike, and Tanjiro barely manages to dodge. The motion leaves Giyu slightly open, just for a heartbeat. Tanjiro’s eyes narrow, determination flaring in his chest.
Now.
He surges forward with everything he has. “Hinokami Kagura: Raging Sun!”
His blade ignites with fiery intensity as he swings low, forcing Giyu to block. The clash sends a shockwave between them, and Tanjiro uses the moment to twist his body and sweep Giyu’s legs out from under him.
The world tilts for a second as both of them hit the ground with a thud.
Giyu blinks up at him, momentarily stunned, and Tanjiro realizes—with a jolt of embarrassment—that he’s straddling the Water Hashira, his knees on either side of Giyu’s hips, hands braced on his chest to steady himself.
Tanjiro freezes, suddenly hyper-aware of every point of contact between their bodies. Giyu's chest rises and falls rapidly beneath his palms, his breath coming in short pants. Their faces are mere inches apart, so close Tanjiro can see the flecks of gray in Giyu's deep blue eyes.
He moves to get up, but as he shifts his weight, he suddenly feels something firm pressing against his bottom. The sensation makes him pause, his breath catching in his throat.
Giyu's eyes widen almost imperceptibly, a faint pink tinging his usually stoic features. For a moment, neither of them moves, the air between them thick with tension.
Tanjiro's heart pounds in his chest, his mind racing.
Is that...?
No, it couldn't be. And yet, the firm pressure against him is unmistakable.
His face flushes even hotter as he realizes the effect their position is having on Giyu. The Hashira’s eyes are locked on his, something unreadable flickering in their depths.
"Tanjiro," Giyu says, his voice low and slightly strained, “You should...get up.”
He doesn’t. He can’t.
Without thinking, he shifts his hips slightly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Giyu. Tanjiro's mind races, torn between what he knows he should do and what his body is urging him towards. The warmth of Giyu beneath him, the firmness pressing against him—it's intoxicating. Before he can stop himself, he rolls his hips again, more deliberately this time.
Giyu's eyes flutter closed for a moment, his jaw clenching as he fights to maintain control. "Tanjiro," he says again, his voice rougher now, "Don’t—Don’t do that."
Tanjiro's breath catches in his throat at Giyu's tone. A shiver runs through him, desire warring with uncertainty. He knows he should stop, should get up and apologize, but his body refuses to move.
"Tomioka-san, I..." he starts, voice trembling slightly.
Giyu's hands come up to grip Tanjiro's hips, as if to push him away, but they just rest there, fingers digging in slightly.
"This isn't appropriate," Giyu murmurs, but his eyes are dark with something Tanjiro has never seen before. He swallows hard, heart racing.
“I...I know,” Tanjiro whispers, but still doesn’t move, “But I...I want...”
“You don’t want—”
Giyu's breath hitches as Tanjiro shifts again, grinding down ever so slightly.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Giyu practically growls, his grip on Tanjiro's hips tightening.
“I don’t,” he admits softly, leaning in closer, “But I want to find out.”
For a moment, they're frozen like that—faces inches apart, bodies pressed together. Tanjiro can feel Giyu's heartbeat grow more rapid against his palms, can see the conflict stirring in those dark blue eyes.
Then, with a low groan, Giyu surges upward, capturing Tanjiro's lips in a searing kiss. Tanjiro gasps into it, heat flooding through him as Giyu's mouth moves against his own.
The kiss is everything Tanjiro has dreamed of and more. Giyu's lips are surprisingly soft, moving against his with a hunger that makes Tanjiro's head spin. He melts into it, his hands tightly gripping Giyu’s haori as the older man deepens the kiss.
Giyu's tongue traces the seam of Tanjiro's lips, coaxing them open. When Tanjiro parts them with a soft gasp, Giyu takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his tongue exploring Tanjiro's mouth with a skill that leaves the young swordsman breathless.
Tanjiro can hardly believe this is happening. Giyu Tomioka—the always stoic Water Hashira—is kissing him like a man starved. Then, just as quickly, Giyu breaks the kiss, panting heavily.
"We have to stop," he mutters, even as his hands remain firmly on Tanjiro’s hips.
"Why?" Tanjiro asks softly, leaning in to press his forehead against Giyu's.
Giyu's eyes flutter closed for a moment. "You're too young," he counters, his voice faltering slightly, "And I'm your superior. It's not right."
"I'm not a child," Tanjiro insists. He rolls his hips deliberately, drawing a choked gasp from Giyu, "I know what I want."
For a moment, he seems to war with himself, his grip on Tanjiro's hips tightening and relaxing. Then, without warning, he surges upward again, flipping their positions in one smooth motion.
Tanjiro gasps as his back hits the ground, Giyu now looming over him. The older man's eyes are dark with hunger, his usual composure cracking.
"Are you sure?" Giyu asks, his voice rough, eyes raking over Tanjiro’s form beneath him.
“I’m sure,” Tanjiro practically whispers, his mind racing with excitement and nervousness, “I want this. I want you .”
Conflict still wars in Giyu’s eyes—the better part of his mind telling him to pull away before it’s too late—but he doesn’t. He captures Tanjiro's lips again, the kiss deeper and more passionate than before. His hands roam Tanjiro's body, slipping beneath his haori to trace the lines of his muscles through the uniform.
Tanjiro moans softly into the kiss, his hands fumbling to grip Giyu's haori. The older man's touch sends shivers through his body, igniting sparks everywhere his fingers trail. He arches up, desperate for more contact.
Giyu breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down Tanjiro's neck. Tanjiro whimpers slightly as Giyu’s teeth brush against his skin, grip tightening on the older man’s haori.
“You’re so sensitive,” Giyu mumbles against Tanjiro’s skin, nipping gently at his skin. Tanjiro gasps at the sensation, his hands tangling in Giyu’s dark hair, holding him close. Giyu hums against his skin, clearly pleased with the reaction. His hands slide lower, fingers teasing the hem of Tanjiro’s uniform.
“We should go inside,” he murmurs, pulling back slightly.
Tanjiro nods eagerly, his breath coming in short pants. "Y-yes, inside."
Giyu stands swiftly, pulling Tanjiro up with him. Their eyes lock for just a moment before Giyu takes Tanjiro's hand, leading him quickly towards the estate.
As soon as they're in Giyu's quarters, the older man presses Tanjiro against the wall, capturing his lips in another searing kiss. Tanjiro melts into it, his hands fisting in Giyu's haori as he pulls him closer.
"Please," Tanjiro breathes as Giyu's lips trail down his neck, unsure what he’s even begging for.
Giyu's fingers move deftly, grabbing Tanjiro’s haori and pushing it off his shoulders onto the floor. His hands then trail down to Tanjiro's uniform, undoing each button teasingly slow. All the while, his lips never leave Tanjiro's neck, planting soft kisses and gentle nips that draw quiet gasps from the younger man.
As each button comes undone, Giyu's fingers brush against the newly exposed skin, tracing the lines of Tanjiro's scars. Tanjiro shivers, his head falling back against the wall with a soft thud.
"Beautiful," Giyu murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to a particularly prominent scar on Tanjiro's collarbone.
Tanjiro shivers at the touch, his skin tingling wherever Giyu's lips meet it. He tugs at Giyu's haori, suddenly desperate to feel more of the older man's skin against his own.
Giyu easily understands, shrugging off his own haori and undoing the golden buttons of his uniform. Tanjiro's breath catches at the sight of Giyu's toned chest and abs, his fingers itching to explore every inch of exposed skin.
As if reading his mind, Giyu takes Tanjiro's hands and guides them to his chest. "Go ahead," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
Tanjiro doesn't need to be told twice.
His hands roam eagerly over Giyu's torso, tracing the defined muscles and occasional scars. Giyu's skin is warm beneath his touch, and he can feel the older man's heartbeat quickening under his palm.
Emboldened, Tanjiro leans forward to press an experimental kiss against Giyu's collarbone. He lets out a soft groan, a hand coming up to tangle in Tanjiro's hair. Encouraged by the reaction, Tanjiro trails kisses along Giyu's neck, occasionally nipping gently at the skin as Giyu had done to him.
Giyu's hand tightens in Tanjiro's hair, guiding him back up for another deep kiss. Their bare chests press together as Giyu crowds him against the wall, the heat of skin-on-skin contact making Tanjiro’s head spin.
"Tomioka-san..." Tanjiro breathes as they part for air.
"Giyu," the older man corrects softly, "Call me Giyu."
"Giyu," Tanjiro repeats, testing the name on his tongue. It feels...special. Intimate.
Without a word, Giyu lifts Tanjiro up, the younger man's legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carries Tanjiro to the futon in the corner, laying him down gently. Tanjiro looks up at Giyu, his heart pounding with anticipation. Giyu hovers over him, his eyes roaming Tanjiro's form hungrily.
“Have you ever done...this?” Giyu asks softly, his deep blue eyes meeting Tanjiro’s intensely.
Tanjiro's stomach tightens with anxiety as he shakes his head hesitantly, hoping it won’t make Giyu turn away from him. "I…I want to," he whispers, his voice barely audible, "With you."
There’s a hesitation in Giyu's expression, his eyes searching Tanjiro’s face intently. Finally, he responds. “Tell me if you change your mind.”
“I won’t,” Tanjiro responds quickly. He doesn’t know what exactly “this” entails, but he does know he trusts Giyu.
With a final sigh, Giyu leans back down, pressing his lips against Tanjiro’s in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roam the younger man’s skin, sending shivers through Tanjiro’s body.
"I'll go slow," Giyu murmurs against Tanjiro's lips, "Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable."
Tanjiro nods, his heart racing with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Giyu's hands trail lower, fingers hooking under the waistband of Tanjiro's pants. He looks up, silently asking permission. Tanjiro nods again, lifting his hips to help.
He can’t help but feel a rush of shyness as his pants are slowly pulled away, exposing him fully. His cheeks burn hot as Giyu's eyes roam over his naked form. Instinctively, Tanjiro's legs press together, his hands moving to cover himself.
"It’s okay," Giyu murmurs softly, his hands gently resting on Tanjiro's knees, "I want to see you."
Slowly, carefully, Giyu eases Tanjiro's legs apart again. His touch is tender but firm, pushing gently. Tanjiro's breath catches as Giyu leans down, pressing soft kisses along his leg.
"Relax," Giyu whispers against his skin, "I've got you."
Tanjiro takes a deep breath, willing his body to relax as Giyu's lips trail up his inner thigh. The gentle kisses send shivers through him, each one stoking the fire building in his core. He gasps softly as Giyu's mouth inches higher, so close to where he's aching to be touched.
"G-Giyu," he whimpers, fingers twisting in the bedding beneath him.
Giyu pauses, looking up at Tanjiro with dark, hungry eyes. "Yes?" he murmurs against Tanjiro's skin.
"Please," Tanjiro whimpers, not entirely sure what he's asking for. His body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling with a heat he’s never felt before.
Giyu's eyes darken further at Tanjiro's plea. Without breaking eye contact, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the tip of Tanjiro's arousal.
Tanjiro gasps, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation. Giyu's hands move to hold his hips steady as he takes Tanjiro into his mouth.
The wet heat enveloping him makes Tanjiro cry out, his head falling back against the futon. It’s better than anything he ever imagined—overwhelming in the best possible way. Giyu's tongue swirls around him expertly, drawing out moans and whimpers Tanjiro didn't even know he could make.
"G-Giyu," he pants, one hand moving to tangle in the older man's dark hair.
Giyu hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through Tanjiro's body. His back arches off the futon as Giyu takes him deeper, his skilled tongue working magic that has Tanjiro seeing stars.
"Oh gods," Tanjiro moans, his grip tightening in Giyu's hair. He can feel a pressure building low in his abdomen, an intense heat coiling tighter and tighter with each bob of Giyu's head.
Giyu pulls back slightly, his tongue licking a strip up to the tip before he takes Tanjiro deep again. The younger man cries out, his hips bucking involuntarily against Giyu's hold.
"G-Giyu, w-wait—I'm going to—" Tanjiro gasps, feeling himself rapidly approaching the edge.
But Giyu doesn't stop. If anything, he redoubles his efforts, his tongue swirling and lips tightening as he takes Tanjiro even deeper.
Tanjiro's back arches off the futon, his fingers tightening in Giyu's hair as waves of pleasure crash over him. With a cry of Giyu's name, he tumbles over the edge, his body shuddering as his orgasm washes through him.
Giyu works him through it, swallowing everything Tanjiro has to give. When the aftershocks finally subside, he pulls off with a soft pop, pressing gentle kisses to Tanjiro's trembling thighs.
Tanjiro lays there panting, his mind hazy with pleasure. He feels Giyu move up his body, pressing soft kisses along his stomach and chest. When their eyes meet, Tanjiro is struck by the intensity in Giyu’s gaze,
“Do you want to keep going?” Giyu asks softly, his voice slightly gruff.
“There’s more?!” Tanjiro squeaks, his eyes widening. Giyu’s mouth quirks up into a faint smile, a small huff—almost a laugh—falling from his lips.
“If you want there to be,” he answers, his fingers tracing patterns on Tanjiro’s hip.
Tanjiro’s heart races as he processes Giyu’s words. He’d hardly even kissed someone before today, much less more—he’d simply never had the desire to. But now, here with Giyu, he finds he wants to explore everything with the man he’s admired for so long.
“I do,” Tanjiro replies, his voice breathless. Giyu nods, leaning back slightly.
“We’ll need oil,” he says simply before practically disappearing before Tanjiro’s eyes with that almost annoying Hashira speed. Tanjiro huffs softly at the sudden loss of warmth, his head falling back against the futon.
What is the oil for, anyway?
Giyu returns a moment later, crawling back on top of Tanjiro with a small bottle in hand. He leans down slightly, planting a feather-light kiss against Tanjiro’s mouth.
"This might feel a little strange at first," Giyu murmurs against Tanjiro's lips, "But I promise it will feel good. Tell me if you want to stop."
Giyu uncorks the small container, pouring a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers, coating them thoroughly. His lips return to Tanjiro’s, kissing him deeply as his hands trail down. Tanjiro gasps softly as he feels a slick finger circle his entrance, pressing against it gently.
Oh.
Oh.
The sudden mental image of Giyu inside him sends a jolt through his body, the idea having never occurred to him before.
Is that even possible?
He’d certainly like to find out.
"Breathe," Giyu murmurs against his lips, pulling him back to reality, "Try to relax."
Tanjiro nods, taking a deep breath as Giyu slowly pushes one finger inside. There's a slight burning stretch, but Giyu is gentle, giving him time to adjust.
"How does that feel?" Giyu asks softly, his free hand caressing Tanjiro's thigh soothingly.
"Strange," Tanjiro admits with a breathy laugh, "But...good."
Giyu nods, pressing a soft kiss to Tanjiro's neck as he begins to move his finger. The initial discomfort fades quickly, replaced by sparks of pleasure. He clutches at Giyu’s shoulders, his spent cock twitching weakly in interest.
"More," he whines, surprising even himself with his boldness.
Giyu obliges, slowly working in a second finger alongside the first. There's a slight burn as he stretches, but Giyu's gentle movements and soothing kisses help Tanjiro relax.
"You're doing so well," Giyu murmurs against Tanjiro's neck, his fingers scissoring carefully.
When Giyu's fingers brush against something inside Tanjiro that makes him see stars, he cries out, back arching off the futon in both pleasure and surprise.
His hands clutch desperately at Giyu's shoulders, head thrown back as he rocks his hips against the older man's hand.
"G-Giyu," he whimpers, "Please, I need..."
"Shh," Giyu soothes, pressing soft kisses along Tanjiro's jaw, "I've got you."
He works a third finger in alongside the others, stretching Tanjiro carefully. The burn is more intense now, but it's quickly overwhelmed by waves of pleasure as Giyu's fingers brush against that spot inside him again and again.
Tanjiro feels like he's burning up from the inside out, every nerve ending alight with sensation. His cock is now fully hard again, throbbing almost painfully from a lack of attention.
Giyu pulls away slightly, looking down at Tanjiro intently. “Are you ready?” he asks quietly.
Tanjiro nods eagerly. "Yes," he answers quickly, “Please.”
Giyu presses a gentle kiss to Tanjiro's forehead before pulling his fingers out slowly. Tanjiro whimpers at the sudden emptiness, only to quickly be distracted as Giyu sheds the rest of his clothing.
Tanjiro’s eyes widen as he takes in Giyu’s fully naked form for the first time. He swallows hard as his gaze lowers, a mix of desire and anxiety fluttering in his stomach.
Giyu is big.
Will that even fit?
The weight of Giyu settling back between his thighs tears Tanjiro from his thoughts, his gaze flickering back up to the older man.
“Are you sure you want to keep going?” he asks once more, “We can stop here if you want.”
Tanjiro shakes his head frantically. "No, please," he whimpers. "I want you. All of you.”
Giyu groans softly, leaning down to capture Tanjiro's lips in a fervent kiss as he lines himself up. He pulls back slightly, eyes locked on Tanjiro's face as he slowly starts to push inside.
Even with preparation, Tanjiro gasps at the initial stretch, his fingers digging into Giyu's arms. It's more intense than he expected, almost bordering on painful.
“Relax,” Giyu mumbles, his voice strained as he fights to hold still, “You’re too tense.”
Tanjiro nods, taking a deep breath as he wills his body to relax. Giyu peppers soft kisses along his jaw and neck, whispering soothing words as he slowly pushes deeper.
After what feels like an eternity, Giyu's hips finally press flush against him. They stay like that for a long moment, both panting softly.
"Are you okay?" Giyu asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
"Y-yes," Tanjiro manages, his voice breathy. "You can move."
Giyu nods, pressing a soft kiss to Tanjiro's lips as he slowly begins to move. He starts with gentle, shallow thrusts, giving Tanjiro time to adjust to the new sensations. The initial discomfort soon fades, replaced by waves of pleasure that make Tanjiro gasp and moan.
Giyu groans in response, his hips picking up speed. He shifts slightly, angling his thrusts, and suddenly he's hitting that spot again—somehow even better than before. Tanjiro cries out, throwing his head back against the futon as pleasure courses through him.
"There?" Giyu asks, his voice rough with desire.
"Yes!" Tanjiro gasps, "Please, don’t stop!”
Giyu obliges, maintaining the angle as he picks up the pace. His thrusts become deeper, more powerful, hitting that spot inside Tanjiro with faultless accuracy. Tanjiro clings to him, overwhelmed by pleasure he never even knew existed.
"G-Giyu," he moans, his nails digging into the older man's back.
Giyu groans in response, burying his face in Tanjiro's neck as he drives into him. His usually composed demeanor has crumbled completely, replaced by raw passion and desire.
Tanjiro's mind goes blank with pleasure as Giyu continues to thrust into him. Every movement sends waves of ecstasy through his body, building higher and higher with each passing second.
"You feel so good," Giyu mutters against Tanjiro's neck, "So tight, so perfect."
The praise sends shivers down Tanjiro's spine, making him tighten around Giyu involuntarily. The older man gasps in response, his hips stuttering slightly.
“Tanjiro,” he groans softly, “I won’t last long if you do that.”
Tanjiro's breath catches at Giyu's words. The thought of pushing the stoic Water Hashira over the edge of control is intoxicating. He wraps his legs tighter around Giyu's waist, urging him deeper.
"Please," Tanjiro whines, “C-come inside, please .”
Giyu's eyes widen slightly at Tanjiro's words, a low groan escaping him. His thrusts become more erratic, his composure slipping further.
"Tanjiro," he moans, burying his face in the crook of Tanjiro’s neck. His hand snakes between their bodies to wrap around Tanjiro's neglected cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, “Come with me.”
Those words are all it takes to finish Tanjiro, his release spilling over Giyu's hand and onto his own stomach. His inner walls clench around Giyu as he orgasms, pulling him even deeper.
Giyu groans deeply, his hips stuttering as Tanjiro's climax pushes him over the edge as well. With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside Tanjiro as he comes, filling the younger man with his release.
Giyu presses soft, tender kisses along Tanjiro's neck and jaw as they both come down from their highs. When they part, Giyu slowly pulls out, making Tanjiro whimper from the loss. He tremors slightly from the residing pleasure, his body completely spent.
“I’ll be right back,” Giyu whispers, planting a gentle kiss against Tanjiro’s nose.
Without thinking, Tanjiro’s hand juts out, gripping Giyu’s arm tighter than he means to.
“No,” he whimpers softly, “Don’t go.”
Giyu blinks, momentarily taken aback. “I’m just getting a rag, I’ll be—”
“Please,” Tanjiro begs, not wanting to be alone even for a second in his worn-out state.
Giyu's expression softens at Tanjiro's pleading tone. He settles back down, gathering the younger man in his arms.
"Alright," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Tanjiro's forehead, "I'm not going anywhere."
Tanjiro sighs contentedly, nuzzling into Giyu's chest. His body aches pleasantly, reminders of their passionate encounter still lingering. He can feel Giyu's release slowly trickling out of him, but he can't bring himself to care about the mess. All he wants is to stay in this moment, wrapped in Giyu's arms.