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“Breathe.”
Tanjiro wants to listen to him, really wants to, but the friction of the ropes and the way they tighten over his clothes slowly, makes him nervous. His eyelids tighten closed, and his heart skips a beat every time he feels another squeeze and how the alpha's grip is progressively creeping around him.
He feels it burning into his skin even though the layer of cloth prevents it.
The omega is kneeling on the futon in the middle of their room at the Water Estate. Night has fallen just recently and the silence is broken only by the sighs that escape from him every now and then. They are alone and the density of pheromones makes the atmosphere more and more tense.
Giyu is behind him, one of his hands on his back, gently touching the point of his spine between both shoulder blades, where the knots of the formed harness are slightly separated, while the other, maneuvers the loose end of the red rope, wrapping it over his collarbones. He did the same thing a few moments ago, passing it over the base of his chest and now his pecs protrude outward shamelessly.
There is another gentle tug and the end returns to his back finding the knots, it passes between them and goes back up to his right shoulder forward. Tanjiro feels another shiver at it.
The alpha's breath reaches his neck, a little below his nape, accompanied by a chaste kiss on his exposed skin. It is followed by another, and another, creating a path that reaches up to the bite Tanjiro has been wearing for a year now. The mark that binds him to Giyu forever.
“Relax, I got you.” Giyu comforts him in whispers, very close to his right ear. His head falls back a little involuntarily, chasing that deep voice that makes him shiver.
Oh, God...
Tanjiro takes a breath, deep and stretched, loosening his shoulders listening to the alpha.
“Good, just like that.”
The praise sends another shiver down his spine.
The alpha moves, his strides reaching until he's positioned in front of him and with another tug on the rope pulls him forward. One step closer. Tanjiro lets out a surprised whimper that chokes through his tight lips. He doesn't want to open his eyes.
Giyu guides the rope that falls over his shoulder. He tightens it downward, in the middle of his pecs, until he gets to pass it under the strands of red rope at the base. He then brings it back up and does the same again with the strands of rope over the collarbone. Finally, he brings it to the opposite shoulder, forming the harness in front.
He takes care to caress every part of his chest as he does so, enticingly and slowly. His fingers touch the places that are marked by the tension of the ropes, and Tanjiro regrets saying to try it over the yukata, because he is getting desperate to feel those hands directly.
This started as a curiosity, really.
Tanjiro had been Giyu's omega for over a year now, but he always discovers new things about the man. One of them, his skill with ropes, after watching him tie several impossible knots when they were helping some people in the village near the Water Estate.
The omega had been dumbfounded, to say the least, and his mind began to wander over dangerous territory embarrassingly fast.
He had heard what shibari was; he knew the practice from rumors, but it had never crossed his mind to try it with Giyu. Much less that his mate would like that.
He remembers being embarrassed when he confessed to the alpha that he was curious. And even more so when his pulse raced after Giyu admitted that more than once he had imagined it with him.
And now they were here, after many conversations about it and making sure they fully trusted each other. All of this made Tanjiro nervous in an exhilarating way, and the drumming of his heart didn't seem to want to calm down.
“Ah—!”
Tanjiro is yanked out of his thoughts and lets out an involuntary groan. His eyes widen in surprise and his back arches slightly.
His alpha has returned behind him at some point, has secured the ropes with the knots in his spine, and now pulls both of his arms back gently. The alpha's hands hold his wrists, as he ties the knot with the red rope.
“I've got you, my little sun.” Giyu repeats to him. He coo's in his ear and Tanjiro has to stifle another moan when he hears the nickname.
His arms are wrapped tightly a couple of times, the rope wraps around each one, down from elbow to wrist, until the knot settles between them and Tanjiro is left unable to move them. He tries, but the grip is strong-his pulse quickens at this revelation.
He is finally tied.
The friction, the grip on his pulse and the grip that holds him insistently. Tanjiro focuses on it for a heartbeat. He closes his eyes again and lets himself be swept away by the new sensations and the thrill in his heart... he likes it. More than he'd care to admit.
The alpha lets out a pleased hum, admiring the work on his omega's back. The patterns and knots, how the red color of the rope glints on Tanjiro's nightwear yukata. An almost possessive warmth settles in his chest, satisfied in the knowledge that he was the one who did that, and that he has Tanjiro trembling like this.
“Do you trust me?” Giyu asks him then, leaning over the omega.
His voice close, oh so close to the bite on his neck that another shock runs through Tanjiro's body, straight to his womb.
“Yes-,” he manages to sigh in response, barely.
The alpha's hands hold him, one on the back of his neck and one on his lower back. Giyu rests him on them, and Tanjiro is pulled back, his pulse flips, as he is finally laid back down.
His hands are pinned between his body and the futon. His wrists embed themselves in his spine and push against it, causing his torso to protrude in a lovely arc. Tanjiro lets out another shuddering sigh.
The alpha's shadow falls over him. His towering presence and the dense petrichor scent of his pheromones cover him. He feels Giyu's hands grasp his hips as he locks his legs between his thighs. Then move up his belly, his stomach, his bound chest, until that warm breath reaches his exposed neck. His lips brush Tanjiro's skin, enjoying how it bristles at every caress and kiss he leaves behind.
The omega swallows down. He wants a kiss. Tanjiro wants a kiss now—
“You look so good like this.” Tomioka tells him like a delighted purr. “So beautiful.”
It's only there that Tanjiro opens his eyes. His eyelids flutter as Giyu's hair tickles his cheeks and his gaze meets the ceiling of the room. Another moan escapes him and almost distracts him from answering him. Almost.
“You—ngh—you think?”
Giyu reassures him with another purr before straightening up, abandoning his mate's neck to watch, admire, enjoy this image beneath him.
The full access to his neck and chest. The way his arms lose themselves as they stretch back and his shoulders bulge into place. The curve of his exposed throat and how his bite comes out in a flirty way between the badly worn yukata.
Shit, Giyu couldn't think of anything more perfect. It's better than any erotic image he could have imagined.
“If only you could see yourself right now,” he comments hoarsely, almost out of breath.
Their gazes meet, Tanjiro can see that distinctive gleam lighting up Giyu's eyes. That spark of lust and hunger and devotion that only he knows. The omega stirs in the ropes that imprison him, feeling the effervescent tingle in his belly and the flush in his cheeks grow, spreading to his neck.
His legs tighten, still trapped under Giyu, as he shudders under that gaze and Tanjiro feels slick starting to lubricate down there because of it.
Pull yourself together.
He has to take a couple of deep breaths not to give in, much less when Giyu's long fingers press against his chest once more, there where his nipples hide under his clothes.
He wants to try, too.
“I want— ah— I want to see Giyu-san like this” Tanjiro manages to say.
Giyu watches the resolve light up in the redness of the omega's gaze, and a flush of anticipation runs through his body. A smirk wants to tug at his lips at that and the alpha barely manages to hold it back a little.
He leans one last time towards his face and Tanjiro wastes no time in reaching for his mouth. The clicking of teeth at his omega's desperation makes him want to growl in pleasure. It is a hungry kiss that he gladly returns and makes them sigh, pleased by it.
“Anything my little sun wants.”
Oh, God— please—
“Is this okay?”
Tanjiro feels his hands shaking as he maneuvers with the ropes. His alpha's broad back is in front of him, his raven hair is not pulled back, only pushed aside over to one of his shoulders, leaving it loose. The red rope stands out against his own sleeping yukata and his muscles.
Giyu's two arms are held parallel behind his back and pinned by the tight rope, tying both wrists together. Another rope wraps around his arms a little below the shoulder along with his torso a couple of times. All fastened with a knot at that middle point between the shoulder blades that Tanjiro tries to close as best he can.
“Yeah, you're doing good.” Tomioka assures him.
It's not the same technique with which Giyu had tied it; it had no decorative pattern, but the purpose is the same: to immobilize the arms in the back and wrap around the chest. Tanjiro gives a final tug on the knot, bringing his mate's body in his direction, which draws a low, involuntary grunt from the alpha. He bites his lip at the sound.
Tanjiro lets go of the rope, moves slowly until he returns in front of the alpha and, just as he did with him, stares at his work in front of him. Giyu is sitting with his legs slightly apart, almost like in the lotus position, and the omega straightens up on his knees in between them.
It's quite rough since it's the first time he's tried something like this and, compared to the omega, Giyu doesn't seem particularly nervous about being tied up, their gazes cross and Tanjiro even sees him tilt his head just a little, but a warm satisfaction fills his chest knowing that he was the one who did that.
He feels that he too wants to purr as he admires his tied alpha to completion, and his cheeks don't take long to flush shamelessly.
Giyu was right, this is really fucking hot.
“Do you like what you see?” Giyu asks, after a heartbeat of silence. His expression doesn't change much, but the barely mocking tone of his voice betrays him.
The blush grows on Tanjiro's face and almost immediately, both hands go up to meet the alpha's face.
It's one of those rare moments where Tanjiro has to duck his head to look Giyu in the eye, he's always loved the way his face fits perfectly between his hands and how his alpha closes his eyes and leans into his touch.
Nevertheless, having him like this, bound and cradling his cheeks, is making him feel a new level of delight he never imagined.
“Maybe...,” he confesses in a whisper.
Giyu is his.
Having him here... all to himself....
Tanjiro moves one of his hands, tentative until his fingertips trail down, outlining that sharp jawline. Then, they follow down his stretched neck, collarbones peeking out from between his clothes, his chest—
Both hands move down, brushing over every part of him, with an aggravating, deliberate slowness. Tanjiro manages to see for a moment that characteristic glow illuminating Giyu's eyes, almost like a warning. He notices it and an electric shock runs through his body.
He wants to ignore that warning.
Tanjiro crouches down, his legs sliding until he sits on his lap, facing the alpha.
His palms cover his pecs, open, feeling the texture of the ropes running all the way under them. There is another touch until, looking Giyu in the eyes, they finish their way down to Giyu's cock, still trapped in his pants, in a torturous way.
Tomioka tenses beneath him.
“Tanjiro,” Giyu warns him; blue flashing in his gaze amidst the dim light of the room.
The omega ignores him, and begins stroking his cock up and down over the yukata, he could venture his hands underneath, but he likes this better. A spasm runs through the alpha, and Tanjiro feels the muscles begin to tighten under the red of the ropes.
The omega lets out a shuddering sigh and leans toward him, toward his mouth so close, but stops before he finds it. Giyu chases after him to meet him, but Tanjiro doesn't allow him to.
“It's not fair that only Giyu-san can do this.” Tanjiro confesses and revels in the way Giyu growls and how his breathing becomes ragged. He sees him fidgeting, trapped inside the ropes, and that only seems to encourage him more.
He can feel himself getting even more turned on as well.
“I like it when Giyu-san touches me, I want to do the same, don't you like it, Giyu-san?”.
The movement of those sweet hands on his cock is almost overwhelming. His boner is growing and Tomioka finds himself unable to do anything about it. He can feel himself getting impatient. His breathing is heavier and his hands itch.
Having Tanjiro's voice, his warmth, his body almost pressed against his own, is driving him crazy. He needs to touch him, to hold him, to make him his—
He needs to fucking free himself from the ropes.
“Tanjiro... the ropes.” Giyu tries to ask him, regretting at this moment that he agreed, in a barely audible voice.
Tanjiro ignores him again, his hand pauses and, still not looking away, he gently moves his hips, rubbing, humping his crotch against Giyu's, letting out sighs that sound more like low moans.
“Am I making you feel good, Giyu-san?”
Giyu breathes sharply. His arms tighten. His hands clench into fists and he stirs again, doing his best to make the knots give way so he can move.
“Tanjiro, let go of the ropes,” he says, or rather, orders.
Tanjiro, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated and breath warm, brings his hands back to his chest, then to his shoulders, to his neck, and in a broken voice, so close to his lips, replies:
“No.”
That's enough.
With a last tight tug, the ropes come loose like a whip lashing the air. It falls slack around him and Giyu is finally free, as if a hungry predator has been released. Tanjiro gasps in surprise as Giyu's arms wrap around him and squeeze him against his body, as if to prevent him from escaping at all costs.
“No?” asks Giyu in a hoarse voice, as if daring him to say it again.
Now it's Tanjiro who can't move, trapped between Tomioka's tense biceps, choking him in an exhilarating way and sending a rush of arousal down into his cunt— god, he's so wet.
Another moan chokes in his throat as Giyu's warm tongue runs down his neck almost desperately, his nose sinking there into his skin, into his mark, and Tanjiro is unable to move.
“Don't play with me, Tanjiro,” he tells him, making torturous progress to his ear socket. “You wouldn't be able to handle it.”
Tanjiro swallows hard, trying to find his voice.
“You—you don't know that—” the omega dares to say.
Giyu straightens up just enough for them both to look into each other's eyes, and there it is again, that dangerous, lustful gleam in the blue of his eyes and the resolve light up in the redness of the omega's gaze.
It takes their breath away once more and makes them both shiver, expectantly.
“Do you want to find out?” asks Giyu finally, a dark tone in his voice.
“Giyu— alpha— please—!”
Tanjiro had made a mistake.
And now he was being punished for it.
Tomioka has him in his lap again. The alpha is lying on the futon, and holding him by the waist on top of him. His cock is rubbing his pussy, teasing and taunting him. Stroking his clit and making him quiver and babble from over-stimulation.
Giyu watches with satisfaction as those lips down there seek to devour his member, and as much as he wants it, he won't let it go in. The smutty sounds of his omegas slick in his groin being rubbed were driving him insane. His cinnamon scent so addictive calls to him and has brought out his fangs.
He has to hold on just a little longer— just a little longer.
Tanjiro is on edge.
How many times had he cum already?
His own seed splashes his belly and sweat washes over him, pearling and glistening on every part of his body. Shocks of pleasure make him shudder and it keeps his nipples hard. His reddish hair is a mess, the shorter locks sticking to the temples of his face and those earrings swaying with every superficial stroke the alpha gives him.
But he just doesn't want to come inside him.
Giyu has him tied up again. It's the same rope harness squeezing his chest and binding his arms and wrists behind his back. Now that he has undressed him, feels the friction of each rub on his skin and how they are stretched there.
The grip of the ropes around the base of his chest, and another just beneath them, both pulled from his back to squeeze his breasts from above and below, causing it to bulge outward. They mark. Squeeze with every tension of his muscles.
However, now Giyu went for his legs as well. Both are completely bent at the knees. They are tied separately from ankle to thigh, just behind the kneecap, similar to a crouching frog. In this position Giyu can see his cunt open and spread out below his neglected omega cock, and that thought alone makes him slick that much more.
Giyu touched him. He masturbated him holding him open for himself in this vulnerable and compromising position. He loved his body and whispered how beautiful he looked as he cummed. Told him how much I adored him over and over again and made him feel the most exquisite ecstasy, pushing the right buttons and every known sensitive spot.
But he just doesn't want to come inside him.
And Tanjiro wants more. He needs more. He wants to have that knot inside him and have it fill him completely.
Giyu squeezes his hips hard, as he rubs them together again and again. That delicious friction made him whimper again.
“What's wrong, Tanjiro?” he asks, a tight tease from his own pent up arousal.
The bubble wants to burst from his chest and the tingling heat has built up in his belly again, but all Tanjiro manages to let out are hiccups and moans as he gives his already abused clit another rub.
“NGH— AH— ALPHA—!”.
Tomioka seems to take pity on him and stops the back and forth of their bodies. Tanjiro can feel the tip of Giyu's hard dick, brushing against his entrance. The omega would only have to lift his hips a little to let it in, but Giyu's grip prevents him again. Instead, he feels spasms run through his legs and arms enclosed by the ropes.
“Use your words, omega.” Giyu commands, his voice harsh.
Tanjiro takes a deep breath, seeking to regain his voice. He does so once, twice and, with low, broken voice and beautifully teary eyes, leans toward him as best he can and that the ropes will allow, he begs:
“Please—fuck me.”
Tomioka grunts, from deep in his chest and a pleased sneer draws on his lips, “Anything my little sun wants.”
He lifts his hips with delicious ease and with one swift straight motion, his cock thrusts into the omega's drenched cunt.
Oh, God yes—!
Tanjiro arches up and a high moan comes uncontrollably from his throat as he feels his cock break through inside him. His eyes rolling back in his head. Electric shocks run through his shoulders, his arms, his legs. The omega sees stars for a second and more tears slide down his cheeks.
A sound rumbles in his chest and Giyu lets out sharp air through his nose, trying not to cum right there.
“Can you feel it?” the alpha asks into the air. One of his hands moving from his hip bone to the bulge in his belly, where the skin protrudes pushed out by his dick. Giyu squeezes it, holds it, and Tanjiro moans again, “Right here.”
“Ah...so...deep—” ,Tanjiro gasps. Hiccups coming out of his mouth.
The first thrust comes, hard and jarring, straight to his core. The clash of skins mingling to the cacophony of sighs he can't contain. Giyu again holds him tightly by the hips and the in-and-out begins.
His cock moving in and out, being enveloped by the warm walls of his omega, as delicious as ever. Addictive, intoxicating. Their hips meet. Tanjiro rides him as best he can, fucking, jumping on his alpha's cock again and again.
His folds devouring him. His little omega cock bouncing with every thrust, every hit from Giyu driving him wild.
More, more, more, more, more—!
God... This omega is going to be his undoing without a doubt, his direct pass to enter the very hades on earth, and Giyu has been more than willing to be swept away, for a long, long time. Tomioka grunts, pleased, the hungry heat making him continue, ravishing in this image out of his deepest fantasies and carnal desires.
His beautiful omega is bound with the red rope, marking itself on that smooth silken skin, as he sinks inside him.
“Giyu-san—I can't— my voice—!” the words are high and drowned out, coming out more as incoherent babble than anything else, but Giyu understands by the way he straightens toward him, sitting up.
The alpha captures his mouth in a kiss, his tongue entering without permission. Tanjiro returns it with matching desire, moaning against it. Giyu's hands slide in, touching every inch of skin over his omega's imprisoned torso as he pleases.
A flashing strand of spit is left behind the snap that parts their lips in another thrust and Giyu sinks into his exposed neck, painted by hickeys and the flush that almost reaches his collarbones.
"I want to hear your voice. I want to know I'm making you feel good..." Giyu whispers against his skin, as he plunges his cock deeper, until he expels the remaining air in Tanjiro's lungs with a growl befitting a beast in heat “Am I making you feel good, Tanjiro?”
“Yes—!” the omega cries, his toes curling in pleasure “So—so good for me— alpha!”
Giyu curses under his breath and pushes him down. He lays him back on the crumpled futon stained with cum and the omega's natural slick. Tanjiro moans as he feels it again; his hands crushed between his body and the floor. His wrists embedded in his spine and pushing; they make his torso protrude in a lovely arc.
His bound legs are spread wide like this and Tomioka is soon gripping at his knees, sinking back inside him. The obscene sounds of his lubrication, his dense, luscious scent bringing out his fangs for good.
He wants to bite every inch of that beautiful body. Fill that womb until it's swollen with his seed, claim him once more, his knot inside-.
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine—!
Giyu kisses him once more. A hot, messy kiss.
Tanjiro clenches his hands, his knuckles white, tenses his arms, desperate to break free of his bonds and hold on to his alpha, embrace him and sink his nose into his hair, drunk on his scent— but he can't, the knots prevent him and he whines wailing in lament for it.
"Let me fill you up. Until you're pregnant—" Giyu fantasizes aloud as he breaks away, his teeth lowering and scraping Tanjiro's throat insistently.
" Baby— Giyu-san's baby!" the omega cries at the sound of it "Yes— I want it— fill me up with your pups—!"
His pussy clenches at that offer, at the thought of satisfying his alpha and fulfilling his desires. Giyu grunts, his lips twisting into a grimace, his knot is beginning to swell— at this rate he won't last long.
“God— Tanjiro you are the death of me”
The thrusts continue, their hips slapping against each other hard, caressing his clit, touching the sweet spots inside the omega, reaching so deep, Tanjiro can feel the pleasurable heat settle in his belly. He is dancing so close to the verge of his orgasm that his voice is no longer in control and the pleasure is overflowing him.
Giyu can feel it, sense the inner walls contracting in his cock and knows he doesn't have too much left either.
“Cum for me Tanjiro, I know you can do it again” his low honeyed voice vibrates where their chests touch.
Giyu brings his hand to the omega's cock and just holding it has him coming apart, melting beneath him with another orgasm that has him screaming his name with closed eyes.
Such a melodious and ecstatic Giyu-san.
The alpha sinks into his neck and his teeth embed themselves once more into their mark, their bond gushing once more into each other's chests, as the last thrust comes and he sees fireworks behind the eyelids, letting his knot lock them together, cumming inside his omega.
“So—so full.”
They both tremble. Shocks of pleasure that sends them up and down from nirvana in more than a heartbeat.
For what seems like an eternity, until their high subsides, only their heavy breaths are heard in the room filled with pheromones and the scent of sex.
So close to each other. So whole.
Tanjiro opens his eyes. His eyelids flutter as Giyu's hair tickles his cheeks again and his gaze crosses the ceiling of the room.
“Giyu-san.” he calls him, whispering then.
The alpha doesn't move from the sunken position on his neck, focused on licking the once again open wound on his mark carefully and only lets out a somewhat distracted hmmm? to let him know he's listening.
“My legs hurt.”
Giyu straightened up immediately, shot up like a spring, so fast that he steals another gasp from the omega. With a panicked expression on his face, only further marked by how ruffled his hair is.
“Shit—!” Giyu curses loudly, some strange embarrassment creeping into him “I'm sorry— I'll— I'll free you now—!”
Tomioka is quick to undo the knots in the ropes that held his thighs to his ankles, rushing, which brings an involuntary chuckle from the omega. A pleased and relieved sigh comes from deep in his chest as his legs are freed and, with extreme slowness, he stretches them a little.
Then Tanjiro finds himself gently lifted into a hug by the alpha. He pulls him to his chest with one hand and makes him moan at the knot still inside him; while with the other he maneuvers the rope around his wrists. He lets himself do it, laying his head there, close to Giyu's neck, where he can enjoy that scent he adores so much.
He feels his limbs are rather numb when he is finally released from all the bonds. He can still feel the ghosts of the ropes from the deep marks he surely has all over his body, but he finds that he doesn't really care.
His arms just fall to his sides and Tanjiro doesn't want to move until tomorrow.
“Did I hurt you?” Giyu asks in his ear lovingly, watching as his mate's weight practically falls on him. His arms wrap around him, clutching the smaller body to himself even more protectively.
Tanjiro shakes his head, his voice coming out barely muffled by the position he's in, but reassuring all the same, “No, you didn't.”
A few moments of silence pass. Giyu just stroked Tanjiro's body, almost reverentially and carefully, pampering him and leaving kisses on his hair that slowly lull him to sleep.
And just when the alpha thought his little sun had fallen asleep in his arms, he hears a drowsy whisper that stops his heart for a beat.
“I... I really want to have a pup with Giyu-san...”.
Giyu feels the tug of a smile stretch his lips and only managed to hug him even more, happiness overwhelming him and thinking about how much he loves him.
Well, they'll have to wait a couple of months to find out.