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Kyojuro sighs as he sits on the edge of the western style bed, his eyes downcast and his hands resting in his lap. “My flame, may I ask you a question?”
You know what it is before he even utters a word; he’s asked you a handful of times before, always with that same downtrodden look.
Ten years have passed since the Mugen Train mission and his battle with an upper rank; ten years since he was forced to bow down from his position as a hashira due to his injuries. And although to others he’s known for his unrelenting enthusiasm, his unwavering smile, and his joy of life and all its simple pleasures, there are moments when he falters. As anyone would.
He isn’t vain, but he laments the loss of his left eye. He sees strength in everyone, but weakness in himself. With the demons all gone and the corps disbanded, he nobly turned his focus to training civilians in self defense, yet he still doubts his usefulness. And despite being happily married to you for over a decade, he still sometimes doubts his worthiness.
“I love you,” you tell him plainly. “I adore you, You’re as handsome and impressive to me now as you were the day I waved goodbye to you from the engawa as you headed off to the train station. More so in fact.” Shuffling down the bed, you hug him from behind, wrapping your arms and legs around him and burying your face in his soft gold and auburn hair. “Does that answer your question?”
A quiet chuckle emerges from him. “You know me so well, don’t you?”
“I do.” Your hand comes to rest above the large scar in the center of his abdomen. He had been preparing to get into bed and is wearing nothing but a traditional white fundoshi– still a little wary of the modern trend of wearing more constricting undergarments. You trace the outline of the tough, silky scar tissue with your fingertip. “Every day I thank the universe for letting me keep you.” You plant a lingering kiss on his shoulder. “For not taking you away from me.”
“I’m grateful too,” he whispers.
“Your flame still burns bright in my eyes, Kyojuro. Nothing has changed beyond the fact that I love you more and more each day.”
He leans back against you as you lift his hair, exposing the smooth column of his neck. His breath catches in his throat the moment your lips caress the sensitive skin below his ear. “Gods, I love you. You make me feel so–hoh…” his words fade as you reach your hand down between his thighs, cupping the heavy bulge filling his fundoshi. “So… wanted…”
“Hush now,” you say softly and close to his ear. “Let me take care of you.”
He nods, throat flexing as you continue to massage his hardening cock. “Of course,” he whispers, his voice growing hoarse. “But let me reciprocate.”
A devious chuckle leaves your lips. “If you’re a good boy for me I’ll let you go down on me later, but first you’re going to lie back and let me show you how much I adore you, Kyojuro.”
Despite his strength and his frankly self-destructive compulsion to serve others by any means, he allows himself to be taken care of when you demand it. And he makes such a pretty and obedient submissive, lying back against the pillows with his cheeks flushed a lovely shade of peach, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation as you unfasten his fundoshi to free his cock.
And Gods, if that isn’t pretty too; thick and heavy, and blushing just like his cheeks. You thread your hand through the short but unruly golden hair at its base, relishing his throaty groan as you work your way up to his stomach instead of down.
Kyojuro has always been sturdily built, but a decade without his rigorous hashira training has left him larger, fuller, deliciously so– all soft edges and brawn. Muscles and fat twitch beneath your tender kisses as you tease the sensitive plush of his belly, smirking as he raises his arms to cover his blushing face.
“Gods…” he whispers as he fights to keep his grip on his composure. It’s a losing battle, he knows, you’ve always known just how to ruin him in the most wonderful of ways.
There’s just so much of Kyojuro that demands to be kissed, and you can’t resist trailing your kisses upwards to his chest, sucking his nipples as he gasps and bucks his hips beneath you. His nipples have always been so sensitive– back in the early days of your relationship you’d had to be careful not to make him cum just by playing with them. But these days he can withstand the teasing a little better. Still…
“Ohhh–” he gasps, his remaining eye blinking at the ceiling as you flicker your tongue back and forth over the puffy bud of his nipple. His neglected cock twitches against your thigh, smearing precum over your skin already.
You grant him a moment’s reprieve, only to replace your tongue with your fingers, pinching his nipple firmly and making him suck in a breath.
“Oh Kyo, just look at you,” you sigh lovingly, butterflies fluttering in your belly as he gasps and groans beneath you. “How could you ever think you weren’t absolutely beautiful?” Turning your attention to his other nipple, you circle his areola, letting his ache build before bestowing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his swollen bud. “Let me hear you say it, my love.”
His fists are balled against his brow, his eye filled with desperation and determination not to fall completely apart. For all his strength and indomitable will, he’s complete putty with you, so beautifully helpless against your gentle touches.
“I… I’m…” He gasps as your kisses turn to sucks, lavishing him with your tongue, ensuring you leave his nipple wet and aching. “You make me feel beau–”
“That’s not what I said,” you interrupt, the absence of your mouth making him whine. “Say it properly and I’ll suck your cock.”
It leaps against you in anticipation as his gaze drifts down from the ceiling to you. “I’m beautiful.”
“And worthy of love?”
“Yes. Yes.”
You chuckle at his desperation and kiss your way down his abdomen. “Good boy, Kyo.”
The look on his face is one of pure adoration as your kisses travel back down to his stomach. “Thank you.”
It means so much to him, to still be fucked like this after so many years, after injuries and loss and perceived failure. To still be desirable, to be wanted and teased.
His breaths are shallow and rapid as you kiss his inner thighs, feeling the muscles in them clench with every feathery caress, knowing that his toes are likely already spread wide and curling with pleasure. Sweet, sensitive, lovely Kyojuro; you give him exactly what he deserves, taking his cock into your mouth inch by engorged inch. There’s a lot of him, and you have to wrap your hand around his base to make him feel as though you’re taking it all, but your other hand rests on his stomach, waiting for the inevitable moment he wants to hold it.
You don’t have to wait long.
Thick fingers intertwine with yours as you pleasure him, his grip tender but firm, anchoring him to earth. Your mouth has always been Kyo’s downfall and the surest way to get him off, and that certainly hasn’t changed over the years.
You slow down, teasing him, your tongue tracing the thick veins snaking along his length before strumming his frenulum. These little tricks delay his pleasure just enough. If you simply bobbed your head up and down he’d be there in a matter of minutes. So you take your time, teasing the head of his cock with the tip of your tongue, then lavishing him with slow, loving kisses.
And only when he’s blushing completely, when his skin is glistening with sweat, and his blond hair clings to his brow do you start to suck, taking him all the way to the back of your throat, never taking your eyes off him as you watch him fall apart.
Yes, Kyojuro is loud, but he’s also modest, and until he really loses control, he keeps his effusive praise and sounds of pleasure as quiet as he possibly can; groans stifled against the back of his arm, whimpers muffled as he turns his head to press his face to the pillow. His gold and crimson eye is half hidden by his heavy eyelids as he watches you take his cock as deep as you can, swirling your tongue around his puffy tip as you withdraw.
“M-my flame, you… gods… your mouth...” He tilts his head back against the pillow, his adam’s apple throbbing. He moans and whispers “I love you, I love you,”, his thighs quivering, his grip on your hand tightening.
Replacing your mouth with your hand, you stroke him firmly, giving yourself a breather and him the extra friction of your palm. “You deserve this, don’t you, my love.”
“Yes,” he breathes, his fingers tightening around yours. He knows just what you want to hear.
The moment his other hand darts down to join the first, you know he’s close. “You’re going to cum for me,” you tell him. “In my mouth. Let me taste you, beautiful boy.”
He nods, screwing his eye tight as you take his cock into your mouth once more and his back arches off the bed. Warm hands, so strong and unrelenting grip yours, as though he’ll be pulled away from you if he relents just a little.
“Mhhhghh my love I’m…” He pants and groans, the muscles in his legs trembling, his chest swelling as he sucks in air, desperately seeking release. “Oh… oh…”
His orgasm is as intense and sudden as a flash fire, tearing through him and pulling a feral cry from his lips. Watching him crumble so deliciously is as good as having him make you cum, knowing that every inch of his body is tingling with the pleasure he so deserves.
He falls apart with a desperate moan, and showered gratitude. “Thank you… thank you… oh gods, thank you!” his hips bucking into your mouth, then twisting when the sensation becomes too much. And you reward him with gentle kisses to the weeping head of his cock, making him jolt and gasp.
“You’re just so good, Kyojuro,” you whisper, kissing your way up his abdomen to lie beside him, your free hand pulling his face to your chest and stroking through his fluffy hair. The other hand remains surrounded by his. It’ll be a while before he lets go. “So perfect.”
His lips curve into a smile against you. “You make me believe it,” he says. "You always do."