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Giyu was finally back from a long mission. It had been a while since you enjoyed each other's company. You didn’t spend time together during every visit, but it happened often enough to look forward to. As usual, you sat together for dinner. Unusually, you decided to sit outside. The moon was full and high in the sky and the air cooled to a reasonable but warm temperature after the hot day.
You two were alone, no one else seemed to be near. You wanted to ask him...but for some reason it felt so nerve wracking. You felt your palms get sweaty as you approached the question. Jumping off a cliff might be easier. /s
“Giyu?”
“Hm?”
“I, uhh...can I ask you something?”
“Hm?”
“Can I...can I suck your cock tonight?”
He nearly choked on his salmon and you felt your face get hot in embarrassment. Was that too forward? His stoic demeanor left you second guessing more often than not despite the fact that you’ve slept together before. It always felt right to just be upfront with him.
“You...you want to do that?” He asked quietly. Your heart swelled at his incredulous tone, of course I want to!
“I’ve been thinking about it since the last time you were here...” Most of the time the sex with Giyu was very straightforward, more stress relief and raw need and that was fine - but you couldn’t get the thought of some gentle intimacy out of your head. You wanted to treat him. You wanted to taste him.
He stared down at his bowl for a moment before meeting your undeniably vulnerable gaze, and nodded as a slight blush tinted his cheeks. Your expression mirrored his and both of you returned your focus to the meal, suddenly eager to finish as quickly as possible.
To ensure you didn’t get roped into surprise chores, you asked Giyu to take your dishes to the kitchen. If Aoi was there who knows what might fall into your lap. You also wanted to tidy up your room a little before he showed up. You never knew when he’d be back so it was hard to plan ahead. Your space was modest, but it was your own - and one you rarely shared with others in the ways you did with him.
The life you earned at the Butterfly Estate included a cotton shikibuton usually reserved for the wealthy elite. You had only slept on straw before you found yourself taken in by the Insect Hashira. Knowing you and Giyu can be as comfortable as possible while sharing time together makes the moments all the more special.
His footfalls approached just as you finished smoothing out the bedding and he quietly entered your room. Discretion was important to him, and you didn’t necessarily want questions and potential teasing about sleeping with a Hashira from your colleagues. So you both made efforts to be as quiet as possible when you were together.
An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment when you made eye contact, so you cleared your throat.
“Uhm, okay so uhh...I know we’re not super talkative or anything when we do this, but I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. Can we come up with a signal you can give me in case you want to stop?”
He nodded and you stepped forward, taking his hand into yours.
“How about this?” You squeezed his hands twice, “I’ll do this and if you want to keep going, give two squeezes back. If not, do three.”
“...You...really have thought about this, haven’t you?” He asked, the surprise at your proposal still evident in his tone. You gave a smile in response.
“Is there anything you do or don’t want?”
He fidgeted nervously in his spot. “I...I’ve never…”
He’s never gotten head? Your heart began to beat faster at the realization you were about to treat him to his first experience with this. You were honestly surprised. Never?
You stepped forward and pulled him into a gentle kiss. “I want to take care of you tonight, Giyu. I want to make you feel good. If you can’t squeeze my hand, knock your right foot on the floor three times as a signal to stop what I’m doing. Does that sound okay?” Your nose was almost touching his, his blue eyes taking up all the space in your perspective.
“Yes…” His voice was almost imperceptible. This time he kissed you, with a little more fervence.
You reached up and slipped his haori off of his shoulders, folded it with care and placed it on the floor in a corner you knew didn’t get much traffic. Then returned your attention to the rest of his uniform with urgency.
Before long, Giyu was before you in all his glory. Moonlight filtered through the shoji screen to make his pale complexion glow in the otherwise dim room. A small candle being your only other light. Taking a deep breath, an overwhelming sense of appreciation washes over you.
“You are so damn beautiful.”
He shifted slightly under your gaze, saying nothing in response. His eyes moved to the flame on the candle, the smallest blush gracing his cheeks. Clearly trying to maintain his composure, his efforts only emboldened your resolve to get at least one moan out of him tonight.
But...just to be sure...you hover over him, closing the admittedly small gap the room could accommodate and take his hand gently. “Is everything okay?” you ask while squeezing twice. Two squeezes in response give you his answer, and you smile warmly at his still averted gaze.
“Good,” you whisper next to his ear as you plant a kiss on his neck. A deep breath draws into his lungs and his eyes close, but nothing more. Encouraged by the check-in and his reaction to your touch, you move more deliberately.
With a soft sigh, you pepper him with kisses down to his collarbone and sternum while exploring his body with your hands. Getting some alone time with Giyu was a rare treat, and one you intended to savor.
But not for too long.
As you started to move further down, he gripped your shoulders slightly and looked at you with yearning. He tugged on your white uniform, pulling you back closer to his face and greeting you with a whisper.
“Can you...take this off?”
His expressed desire made you hot with need. You leaned back and unbuttoned the outfit, keeping eye contact the whole time. He watched carefully as you pulled it over your head, the fabric blocking your view when you felt his warm, calloused hands caress your waist and tummy. You set the dress down as he moved to play with your nipples and you indulged in the sensation for a moment.
The slick between your legs was evident and his silent attention made you sit back and grind on his hardening cock. He returned the tease with a look of frustrated hunger and you simply couldn’t resist anymore.
You put his hands down and returned to kissing your way down his body. He was standing at attention by the time you reached his cock and you looked up at him before pressing a soft, wet kiss on his shaft. He shuddered and dropped his head back, his breath hitched for the first time but you still had no lovely sounds to bask in.
Looking up at his face, you wrapped your hand around him and began to lightly jerk up...
...and down.
His gaze once again was fixated on the candle, blushing even more now.
You gathered some saliva in your mouth, then kissed the base of his cock and gave a long, broad lick from his balls to the tip, dipping your tongue underneath his foreskin when you got there. His eyes flew open and his breathing paused...just for a moment. You gave a few more leisurely licks, pressing your hands into his upper thighs for added pressure and control - enjoying the salty taste and musky scent of him.
When his face and chest were flushed and his cock was fully erect you propped yourself up a bit, hollowed your cheeks, tucked in your lips, and took him in your mouth for the first time. His first time. You were gifted with a gasp and you looked up to meet his gaze. You kept eye contact as you dipped your head down, meeting your lips halfway with your thumb and forefinger wrapped around him to control your pace. The gasp alone was enough to make you wetter than you’ve ever been without someone giving you attention.
Under his stoic composure, Giyuu was ready to lose it. He had never felt anything like this - he had thought about it plenty of times but never worked up the courage to ask. He watched as you lost yourself in the moment.
A lustful haze emanated from him as you continued to work his cock. Licking, kissing, teasing; he was in awe while trying to contain himself, but his hips betrayed his fortitude and he began to grind in time with your mouth.
Your sweet fucking mouth.
He was surprised at how much you seemed to be enjoying yourself. Could it really be that hot for you? Just focusing on him?
He didn’t even notice his mouth fall open, but the sight set your body on fire. You hummed in delight and he grabbed a fistful of hair in response to the sensation, making a strained noise that sounded enough like a moan to get you to up the stakes. You relaxed your throat, took a deep breath, and dipped down until your nose hit a firm wall of muscle and coarse hair.
You could tell he was doing all he could to not start throat fucking you. His legendary self-control was a relief in this moment because his girth was making your woefully unused jaw sore already. Maybe that will change after tonight.
You drifted for a moment thinking about greeting him with blowjobs every time he came back from a mission.
A strained groan brought you back to reality. You continued swallowing him in time with his hips, letting him set the pace as he approached his peak. Abandoning your hand, you let yourself take him all the way in with each stroke.
And then it happened.
You heard your name. So soft but so desperate.
You looked up and saw the most glorious view you could have hoped for. His face was flushed with rouge spreading down to his chest. His eyes pleading and needy with furrowed brows, mouth open in a silent cry. You responded to the sign, took another deep breath, and sunk down as far as you could.
Your eyes teared up, body struggling with the unfamiliar intrusion in your throat. It felt like an eternity but within a few seconds he ground into your face and began to pulse.
His hand gripped your hair harder and he gave you the sweetest, smallest cry of pleasure and his legs started quivering as he had a transcendent orgasm.
You stayed down on him until you felt the pulsing stop then pulled up, taking a deep breath with a sheepish grin. He looked at you in a complete daze and you took a moment to appreciate the sight of him.
Laying down next to him, you nuzzled into his neck while his breathing evened.
"So...did you enjoy it?" You asked, smirking.
"...Fuck…"
"Do you think I could do that again sometime?"
"Mmmm"
He turned to place a tender kiss on your forehead, then tilted your head up to place one on your lips.
"...Can I...touch you too?"
Your pussy pulsed with need but you knew he was exhausted.
"Don't worry about me tonight. Tomorrow morning. You should get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up."
He looked slightly dejected but ultimately gave in to his body drifting away into a slumber. You knew he was good for it, and rested into him before drifting off yourself.