Zenitsu × Inosuke

Yes weird ship but y'know I've had this in my head the whole day 😬

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Zenitsu sighed as he cleaned his sword, not that he needed to since he rarely ever used it in the first place. But it was good practice he thought, thinking maybe it'd be better if he was at least good at something. He sighed again, sitting in the small room that he shared with his other two friends. It was late but no one was awake, so he was glad to have this alone time to himself. When he finished cleaning his sword he carefully placed it back into the sheath before feeling hands slide down from his sides to his waist, slowly.

His whole body tensed, face turning ghost white as a shiver ran through his body. He was scared. Was it a demon? No way.. It would've eaten him or something by now.. And he would've heard it. But nonetheless Zenitsu was too scared to move, his eyes watering a bit as he glanced over his shoulder to see a the familiar faded black hair to blue.

"In.. Inosuke?" He whispered shakily, nearly dropping his sword at how badly his hands were shaking. But the only response he got was the same pair of hands drifted lower, the males chin laying on his shoulder as he felt Inosuke's body press up against his back. He could feel how warm he was through his night clothes, and something rather stiff pressing against his lower back. He didn't think too much of it before Inosuke's right hand decided to slide its way down between Zenitsu's legs.

The male flinched, opening his mouth to yell at him to stop before it was quickly covered by the others free hand. A muffled whimper came from him, his hands gripping onto his covered sword, his eyes shutting tightly. It felt so weird, what if they were caught? Why was he doing this? To him of all people! Though as much as he wanted to say he hated the feeling it felt so good..

His face was red and his breathing was slowly speeding up, feeling Inosuke's hand rub his crotch.

No, no.. Stop it! You're not about to get horny from some guy! You like girls! Girls!!

He tried so hard to convince himself and hold back his hormones but even with trying to think of anything else he felt tingling feeling ripple through him. He listened to the soft grunts coming from the other, his hot breathe skimmed over his neck. He trembled when one of the others fingers pressed down onto his now full on hard on, moving it in small circles. Who did he even learn this from? Zenitsu bit down on his tongue, a moan wanting to slip through his lips but thanked God that he had at least a bit of self control.

Every movement and touch that Inosuke made to his body made him go weak, a knot in his stomach as his hips bucked up in desperation for more friction. He honestly thought he'd never be so fucking attracted to someone, especially to Inosuke. His friend continued the same actions but faster and seemed to get a little rough with it, making his body jolt every now and then as the knot in his stomach got tighter and his toes curled. "M-mmh~!" A muffled moan erupted from him a shock ran through his body, his hands letting go of his sword as it landed on the ground loudly.

Zenitsu didn't care though, he just came to another guy rubbing him through his pants. Oh no.. Now they're dirty. How is he supposed to explain that? His body relaxed slightly but he knew Inosuke wasn't done, his body still a little sensitive to the touch he took his time catching his breath. He knew the other was also taking a moment, listening if Tanjiro had woken up from the loud thud of the sword. When there wasn't any more movement Zenitsu relaxed, thinking that maybe that's he wanted to do.. He was wrong.

He was quite roughly shoved onto his stomach on the bed, flinching as his mouth was uncovered but drool spilled down the sides of his mouth. The yellow headed male turned his head and looked up at Inosuke hazily, taking in what he looked like. He didn't have a shirt on, like usual, but his night pants seemed to be looking more tighter on him than what they were before. He looked like he had just ran a marathon with how pink his face was and how hard he was breathing.. He felt small, and out of the many times he has ever been scared, this moment he felt like Inosuke's prey and was about to be devoured.

But with that in mind, Zenitsu honestly liked that feeling.

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Oh hey look it's done lolol-