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There’s an odd kind of trust between them, even as Kyojuro separates Akaza’s shoulder clean off his back. His grip on the hilt of the sword is certain, trained, even if it’s not with the same strength he once held. The visage of his blade, red as blood and burning with the sun, trailing flaming sparks so beautifully within the techniques he had honed for the better half of his life.
Yet, as Akaza’s severed arm hits the dewed grass, blood splattering the white of Kyojuro’s haori, hostility isn’t what is reflected behind his eye.
He’s focused, that much is true. Akaza only wants the best from him, after all—wants all of his attention, all of his strength, whatever remains—and there’s something about the demon that makes him unable to pull away, chase more after the sweet syllables of his voice.
"Wonderful!" The voice is practically a howl, with the burning intensity in Akaza's throat as the arm regenerates back in a blink. "Look at you, Kyojuro! So strong even after I destroyed your body!"
His eyes are practically popping out with the excitement that always takes over him whenever Kyojuro raises his sword against him. Kyojuro avoids a sloppy punch to his eye, teeth gritting as he pops a vein. It’s less of actual anger, and more of annoyance. Still, in the heat of their duel, Kyojuro snarls as he thrusts his sword right through the demon’s heart as a quick payback.
“Stop aiming for my eye! ” His sword draws a diagonal line as he pulls it out, breaking Akaza’s ribs in its way as the demon all but laughs.
Of course, the ribs fix themselves in an instant. Kyojuro cringes at the cracking noises through the flesh as they heal.
“Aww, you don’t need to worry, I know I can always rely on you to block that one! You wouldn’t be my Kyojuro otherwise!”
Kyojuro exhales heavily.
Focus is lost on him, getting heated with every word. Kyojuro could pretend that it’s from all the sweat drenching him, could pretend that it’s the fatigue that turns his legs shaky, but he’s spent one too many nights with the upper moon to know that’s not exactly the case.
That is his mistake, clearly, because Akaza takes the split second opening to reach his open hand to Kyojuro’s neck, squeezing around the soft flesh of his neck.
Kyojuro’s blood rushes south.
Ah.
That’s not the correct reaction when his life is quite literally in the hands of an upper moon.
But Kyojuro knows there’s no danger—the trust between them goes much further than he thought. He half-wishes it wasn’t, because maybe then he wouldn’t be turned on by something violent like this. If Akaza realizes, surely he wouldn’t hear the end of it.
"What's wrong?" Akaza notices the delay in his reaction, squeezing tighter. Kyojuro is barely able to suppress a whine as Akaza's piercing gaze goes straight to his crotch. " Fight back, Kyojuro."
Realization collects behind Akaza's eyes, and in that split moment Kyojuro gets himself out of the heat haze, slicing Akaza's hand off as he staggers a few steps back. Save himself the humiliation even just for a moment.
His neck is secured by his free hand, and he can't help but wonders if it'll bruise.
With what just happened a blink ago fully registering behind Akaza's eyes, his eyes squint along the grin widening on his face. His sharp fangs are exposed, licked along by a tongue that only turns Kyojuro's face redder.
"That's a good boy, Kyojuro." Akaza all but purrs.
This is it. He's fucked now.
Kyojuro no longer bothers to dodge when Akaza charges towards him, letting his blade fall from his hand as Akaza pins him down to the dewed grass of the forest. It's immediate that Akaza's lips are upon his, kissing deep and slow in contrast to his hand, going straight to squeeze Kyojuro's breast through his uniform.
Kyojuro pulls away first, sighing as Akaza watches him with unmistakable lust, which Kyojuro wants nothing more but to satiate. He can already see the hint of a growing erection in his pants. Even so, Akaza loves a good fight, and it wouldn't be enough for them without their little game.
Akaza's hair is roughly fisted by Kyojuro's calloused fingers, head tugged back. The gesture is gifted with half a moan, half a laugh.
"So impatient," Kyojuro hisses, pulling him down to kiss him deep and proper, tongue traveling the sharp of his fangs, the warmth of his mouth, sighing deeply through his nose when they bear down on his lower lip.
Kyojuro wouldn't mind being eaten alive like this.
"You're one to speak. Is this how a slayer behaves?" Akaza's laugh is low against his lips, hand ever so busy. He pops off the button in the middle of Kyojuro's uniform, allowing his hand to slip under the cloth, fondling Kyojuro’s soft breast. "You should smell how wet you really are."
Kyojuro closes his legs with his eye wide, face burning red.
"Oh, no. We can't have the feast without the main course, Kyojuro."
It's immediate that Akaza pries his legs open with his leg, pressing up to Kyojuro's crotch and grinds . Kyojuro mewls, rolling his hips as he ruts up so desperately, back arching to the touch.
The demon's throat rumbles with laughter as his fingers pinch at the sensitive nub, only growing in volume when Kyojuro jolts at the touch. Kyojuro further shivers when Akaza's free hand trails the blunt nails alongside his throat, wrapping around it with no pressure.
Kyojuro quickly grabs at it with his hands, wordlessly begging with the haze in his eye.
"Needy."
“Shut up,” he growls, but his words don’t quite have the bite he meant to convey.
The fingers tighten around his neck. Kyojuro gasps sharply, feeling himself leaking down to his ass. And surely Akaza must've noticed, because he only puts more pressure on his crotch, rubbing at the right spot to brush against his clit until a whine finds its way out of Kyojuro's throat.
“Maybe you’re the one who needs to learn how to keep your mouth shut.” Akaza pulls his knee away to sit on Kyojuro's waist, making Kyojuro squirm. The heat of Akaza’s cock touches his skin even through the clothes, already so worked up. “Know your place, Kyojuro.”
With another squeeze, Akaza pulls his hand away from Kyojuro’s chest, opting to undo the ropes around his hips. Kyojuro watches with intent, breath held in his throat, as Akaza’s hand dips under the loose pants to pull out his cock—so hard, so ready.
“Ah, look what you did to me,” Akaza purrs, breath heavy as he squeezes the head and lets out a nasty moan. “Where’s all your talk about responsibility now, hmm?”
Kyojuro whimpers, blunt nails digging to Akaza’s wrist.
“Touch me.” There’s an emphasis in his command, fingers applying more pressure to Kyojuro’s throat. And Kyojuro wants more. More, until it bruises. Until it leaves a mark. “Use your hands. Maybe you could shut me up that way.”
There's a delay in his reaction, as Akaza lets go of his own dick, hand sneaking under Kyojuro's clothes once again to fondle his breast. It's easy for him to force shrill noises from Kyojuro's obstructed throat, squeezing, pinching the sensitive nub between his fingers.
Akaza sighs pleasantly when a hand wraps around his cock, his hold around Kyojuro's neck tightens before loosening again. Every little thing makes Kyojuro leak and flutter, like Akaza knows exactly where to touch to reduce him to this mess. Kyojuro can't help but to thrust his hips up as he runs a thumb across the head, smearing precum all over the shaft, slick and throbbing under his hands.
It's quick for Akaza to laugh hazily as he thrusts up to Kyojuro's hands, throat rumbling with a purr. "Good boy, Kyojuro. Good boy."
That only pushes Kyojuro to do more, settling on a pace with his wobbly hands. It's difficult to catch up with the pace Akaza sets for himself, always so greedy, so demanding. The noises he makes only turn up the heat in Kyojuro's crotch, fucking Kyojuro's hands like an animal in heat.
Kyojuro isn't all that different, he could feel himself dripping down more and more just from watching, just from being strangled and fondled. He can feel his own pulse under Akaza’s hand so clearly, but it's not enough , and he worries that as Akaza's pace gets more erratic, that he wouldn't get the release he so craves.
"Akaza," he gasps, voice rough from the lack of air. "Akaza. Please ."
Akaza slows down, but only as much. He now opts to a lazy rhythm to Kyojuro's hands. "Please what, Kyojuro? Use your words."
"I need you." His answer is shaky, weak like his legs. "Please. I'm so soaked. I need you."
Akaza's laugh is shrill, giddy.
"I can smell you nice and clear," he exhales so heavily, abandoning Kyojuro's breast in favor of his belt. Kyojuro's hole flutters from anticipation when metallic clinks reach his ear, and the belt is undone so easily under Akaza's dexterous hand. "There's no more reason to play around, is there?"
Kyojuro inhales deeply when his neck is released, head spinning. Akaza once again moves, now sitting between Kyojuro's legs, not even bothering to take the pants off as he pulls Kyojuro's legs to wrap snug around his hips.
"Hey, Kyojuro. Wanna see a magic trick?"
Kyojuro grunts. Impatient. He wants to say shut up and stick your dick in me already , but Akaza already performs his magic, fingers glowing briefly in the same color as his compass.
"What."
"Shh." Akaza thumbs at Kyojuro's entrance, spreading the folds with a thumb. "Enjoy the show."
His other hand breaches two fingers inside the slick hole. Kyojuro’s eyebrows knit together, wondering what the hell was that. But before he realizes, intense pleasure washes over him, quickly spreading to the very tip of his fingers until he cries out .
Akaza has that wolfish grin on his face. "Ooh, I didn't expect it to work so nicely."
"What are you—"
He does it again, thrusting his fingers against Kyojuro's sweet spot so effortlessly, effectively drowning Kyojuro's words out with his moans. Kyojuro's legs tighten around Akaza, raising his hips to meet the thrusts.
The quickly heightened pleasure makes Kyojuro lose steadiness around Akaza's cock, squeezing too tight until the demon stiffens. Akaza growls, and Kyojuro can't tell if it's from pleasure or discomfort. When he pistons his fingers back in, Kyojuro's sweet spot is hit roughly until his slick entrance clamps around the fingers, earning Akaza more of the sweet juices from Kyojuro's cunt. Like he was aiming for a payback.
"Stop," Kyojuro gasps, reaching up to grab Akaza by the shoulder. He looks at him with his eye hazy, teary. "Akaza, stop."
Akaza pauses without a delay, leaning down to kiss at Kyojuro's collarbones. "What's wrong, Kyojuro?"
"I don't want to cum like this," he says, breathless, giving Akaza's erection another flick of his wrist in emphasis for his next words. "I want you inside me."
Akaza's grin spreads wide, so ready to devour him whole. Good. So they're on the same page.
"Then let go."
And Kyojuro is only so happy to comply, putting his hands on each side of his head, watching as Akaza pulls out his fingers, taking them to his mouth, licking between the digits to clean the slick that gathered on the skin.
Kyojuro's breath only gets heavier.
"Not only are you the most beautiful human to walk on earth, you're also so delicious. It's unfair, Kyojuro."
There's that playful pout on Akaza's face, nevermind that Kyojuro can see his throbbing erection so clearly. He thumbs at Kyojuro's folds, spreading the sweet juices to make a bigger mess.
"Akazaaaa." Kyojuro's voice is shrill, desperate. He wants more of him. Needs more of the heat.
"You're unfair ," Akaza growls, one hand spreading Kyojuro's folds while the other positions his cock over Kyojuro's hole, begging to be filled with the way it flutters so. "How could I ever say no to you? My good boy."
With one swift move Akaza is fully sheathed in him, slipping in without much resistance. Kyojuro’s eyebrows scrunch as he holds his breath, half struggling to adjust to the girth, a tear running down his face.
Akaza hisses between clenched teeth, giving Kyojuro time as he runs a hand up and down his hip through the clothes. Kyojuro wishes that he took the time to properly undress him. Neither of them have the patience to, now.
Kyojuro rolls his hips, taking him deeper. "Move."
Yet he whines when he feels Akaza drags out of him so slowly. The shaft slides out so easily with how soaked Akaza has made Kyojuro to be, despite the tightness. Kyojuro watches with intent as the cock is almost all the way out, covered with his precum and his own slick, arching his back when Akaza thrusts back in.
Not enough. Despite how heavy his breath has come to be, Kyojuro wants more . More of Akaza, more of the heat. He raises his hips as he slides a hand to his crotch, massaging his clit through the hood with his two fingers.
Akaza growls as he watches. Drooling. Hungry. His face flusheflushes as he thrusts in harder than before, shivering when he hears Kyojuro's shrill noise.
"I could eat you like this, Kyojuro."
"Do it," Kyojuro challenges, using his legs to pull Akaza even deeper inside him. Gods, he can feel him throb inside his walls. "Or are you going to run again?"
Akaza's eyes gleam dangerously. And as Kyojuro wanted, that strong hand is so quick to squeeze around his throat once again. "Be careful what you wish for, pretty boy."
It was as if a switch was flipped inside Akaza, not even giving Kyojuro time as he thrusts in so sharply. Kyojuro's pace on his clit falters, throwing his head back with a cry at the rush of pleasure setting fire to his nerves.
Akaza doesn't wait for him to wind down, grinning so hungrily as he feasts upon Kyojuro's writhing form. Kyojuro's voice is further restricted by the demon's hand, making him struggle to breathe as his sensitive spot is fucked so roughly, consumed by each thrust with each of their lust. Akaza, who wants nothing more but to swallow him whole, and Kyojuro, who's only so happy to give every inch of his body to him.
Between wordless cries and harsh thrusts, there's little Kyojuro can do but to take it. Yet he steals Akaza's growls every few moments when he clamps down on his cock. The hold on his throat tightens until he can't breathe every time he does so, only to loosen again and turn him dizzy with the rush of air.
Doesn't take long until everything blurs—his sight, the smell of sweat and slick, nasty noises and sounds from their throats, from every time their hips connect. Kyojuro loses his focus, eye rolling back as everything becomes so overwhelming. Akaza's cock inside him, his own clothes adding friction to his exposed nipples, the hand restricting air from his lungs.
It reaches a peak right when Akaza releases his throat. It was like both an instant and an eternity, snapping the string within Kyojuro until his eye is squeezed shut, mouth open to cry out the demon’s name at the dizzying rush. Akaza’s thrusts are sloppy, a growl between clenched jaws as he fills up Kyojuro through their orgasm.
Kyojuro is the first to fall limp, half-lidded eye staring up to the night sky as he basks in the afterglow. He whimpers when Akaza pulls out, feeling so empty, and he gasps in surprise when Akaza presses his cheek to his chest, humming so comfortably, hearing his heart beats right to his ear.
“Kyojurooo,” he hums, still hazy and drunk from the leftover pleasure. Kyojuro wouldn’t have guessed Upper Moon Three would’ve been so clingy after sex, but he’s used to it by now, letting Akaza wraps his arms around his hips. “You’re so beautiful, Kyojuro. I want to stay with you foreeeeever.”
Kyojuro exhales a tired sigh, closing his eye. With his clean hand he runs his fingers between Akaza’s locks, letting himself slip to a quick slumber with how quickly his energy was drained out. with how quickly he was drained out.
Forever is a long time, but he can stay for the night.
(He’ll feel gross when he wakes up, but he’ll worry about cleaning up later.)