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If anyone were to ask Kyoujurou what he thought of demons, the first and foremost and also the most obvious answer would be that “They are the enemies of the Demon Slayer Corps.” 

But that same logic is mere folly when it comes to Akaza. 

Even from their very first meeting, one thing was made painfully clear - that it was inevitable that Kyoujurou would end up in dire straits in matters regarding the demon. 

First, he almost lost his life. Second, he gained a persistent stalker. And third - and most certainly the worst - he lost his virginity in the process of trying to kill Akaza. 

How that happened is beyond Kyoujurou himself. He can do nothing but let his meagre sense of morality take the blame. Because should it be found that anything but that was what led him to fraternise with the enemy, may the heavens strike him down as an unfaithful follower of his own beliefs. 

It is yet another moonless night when the sound of pounding footsteps chase him down through the trees of a silent forest. 

Kyoujurou knows better than to resist when the bushes part and a projectile launches itself at him at breakneck speed. He’d rather not have a repeat of what happened the last time he struck out with his sword at the flying body. It was nothing short of a nightmare. 

So, as hard as it is to stay completely calm while running from that familiar sound, Kyoujurou braces himself enough that the fall neither surprises nor hurts him. In any case, Akaza always takes the brunt of it, landing on his back with Kyoujurou in his arms, snatched from his original spot by lightning quick reflexes that he can never hope to best alone. 

Yes, alone. With Akaza. A disconcerting thought if there ever was one. Not that anyone would know the true nature of their meetings. 

“Become a demon, Kyoujurou!” Akaza greets him with smiling eyes and bared fangs. 

It’s become a routine, of sorts, at this point. Akaza has not rescinded his request - far from it, in fact. So far that he has taken to asking him at any given point in time, if he has the capacity to remember, or if he has a chance beyond what little attention Kyoujurou is willing to spare him outside of their verbal spars. 

“I will not, you foul demon!” Kyoujurou barks at him with all the determination of a seasoned fighter. “I do wish you would cease that ridiculous notion of yours. I will never give you the answer you desire.” 

Akaza growls under his breath, a deep, angry “Fuck.” that sends shivers down Kyoujurou’s spine. 

Wittingly or unwittingly, Akaza’s voice always does something to him - a fact that must never be made known to the demon if he wants to retain his control over his half of their interactions. 

“Well then, I’ll just have to make you want to give me the answer I crave, don’t I?” Akaza’s smile is wicked and cruel, the hard clench of his jaw by now an accustomed sight. 

Kyoujurou’s temper flares like a flame bursting from mere kindling. “You dream big for someone grovelling for power at the feet of a tyrant.” 

And, oh dear, he must have struck a nerve somewhere in that one-track mind. 

Akaza’s eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. “We shall see, little slayer, if my dreams are as big as the cock you willingly take up your ass.” 

Akaza leaves him no room for debate after that. He simply tears at his uniform, ripping the buttons from their places as he grabs handfuls of the fabric and proceeds to manhandle him onto his back. 

Kyoujurou’s flame haori is sacrificed as a thin sheet of protection against the earth, while his jacket, belt, hakama and even his zōri are thrown to one side, leaving him in only his fundoshi and his tabi socks. Akaza unties the knot keeping his fundoshi secured around his waist, and tosses it aside in a matter of seconds, until he’s bare as the day he was born save for the socks clinging to his feet.

He doesn’t resist, knowing that if he does, Akaza will merely respond by really ripping up his clothes. He doesn’t need to create such trouble for himself, not when he fully intends on getting to civilisation with his clothes intact after this. This being Akaza shoving two fingers into him the moment he has them coated with enough oil to glisten. 

Kyoujurou’s hips jerk a little because of the sudden intrusion, unprepared for the way those thick fingers scissor him open. 

“You’re always so ready for me, aren’t you? Oil is but a luxury item for humans, and yet you never fail to keep some on yourself in case we meet.” Akaza comments snidely, pressing ruthlessly onto his prostate, finding it with a speed that speaks of the many times he’s done the same. 

Kyoujurou writhes on the ground, like an animal curling in on itself to relieve its pain. He moans softly when Akaza’s wrist twists unnaturally just to reach deeper.

“I bet you couldn’t wait to have me inside you, while you’re all docile and laid out under me.” 

“Shut that mouth of yours before I make you!” Kyoujurou snaps, irritated. 

It takes a lot to earn his ire, but Akaza manages to do so with such ease - with both his horrific nature and his foul mouth - that it disgusts him. 

Akaza blows air between his lips, the sound loud and clashing with the squelch of oil between them. “Make me? And how are you going to do that? You can barely sit up on your own without my help when I’m inside you. As it is now, you’re far too weak to even resist me, a demon whom you hate so much.” 

Kyoujurou’s patience is wrung dry at this point, but he chooses to say nothing. He seethes in silence instead. There is nothing for him to say in response. Because the demon is right. And he hates himself for it. 

He hates himself for being this way - for giving in to temptation. He hates Akaza most of all, and makes sure to say so, wishing that the flood of loathing in his chest could gush out in waves to consume the wretched existence he swore to eradicate.

But Akaza is anything but a fool. He won’t take the bait, and neither will he back down. So Kyoujurou can do little but let him continue, that is, if he doesn’t want their encounter to shift into something more cruel in nature. 

Any other day, he’ll gladly take Akaza on in a fight, but tonight, he would rather oppose him on different grounds - a separate plane of war that yields nothing but simple exhaustion and guilt come morning. That would make up for the inadequacy he felt this entire week under his father’s verbal abuse. 

If only he had died. Maybe that would have spurred his father on to be a better person to his only remaining son. Whatever he is now, is only marginally better than how it was before. 

“Eyes on me, slayer. I never gave you permission to space out.” Akaza’s face suddenly appears before his eyes, hazy but recognisable by the sight of glowing golden eyes. 

Kyoujurou’s mood sours even further when he sees again the cursed lettering carved into Akaza’s eyes. It is nothing but a reminder that he himself is no better than the father he hates to love but cannot bear to hate. 

So many trysts with a demon who nearly killed him, and only now does some semblance of hesitance slip into the most forgotten recesses of his mind. 

Some flame that does not burn out…  

In the very next second, as though to rid his mind of such useless thoughts, Akaza digs his fingers into Kyoujurou’s hip bones and yanks him down on his slicked cock. The action successfully wipes his mind blank in an instant, and Kyoujurou is left nothing but a keening mess as he feels that familiar cock ram into him with no amount of gentleness. 

“Agh-!” he cries out, stomach flip-flopping in his tummy and toes curling because, oh god, that went in deep. It went in so quickly and deeply that he cannot register just how far up it is. 

Akaza sneers down at him, evidently quite pleased that he is rendered speechless from the simple act of being thrust into. 

“There we go. Isn’t that better? No need for empty thoughts and tears over spilt milk.” he grins, bone white fangs gleaming even without the help of moonlight. “If you need something to cry about, your only option is my cock, got it?” 

Kyoujurou spits a curse at him, feeling his eyes well up with real tears as he struggles to regain his breath. It’s always so hard to function with Akaza inside him, burning him - Akaza’s hands on him, rubbing, pinching, tugging. 

No amount of experience could have prepared him for sex with Akaza, for he is a monster in his own right outside of his demonic nature. 

He bites with a ferocity unmatched, laying claim to Kyoujurou’s scarred skin like a man starved. His mouth closes around a nipple, stiff from exposure to the cold night air, nipping and sucking until it hurts and Kyoujurou has to push his head away for fear of blood being drawn. 

His hands aren’t idle either. Once his mouth is denied he comes back with his hands. He pinches the sensitive buds with his clever fingers, rolling them under the pads of his thumbs before tugging sharply on them, just to hear Kyoujurou’s broken whimpers. 

He claws at Kyoujurou’s shoulders, his skin - anything within his reach - with his nails blunted, until he reaches the trembling globes of his ass, and grips with strength enough to bruise. 

Kyoujurou heaves for breath, feeling more than just winded when he feels Akaza’s cock slide out and back in again with furious power. His tears begin to spill over, as breathless and overwhelmed as he always is, when that thick cock crushes his prostate and robs him of his bodily functions. 

“Come.” Akaza orders eventually, when Kyoujurou feels as though he can no longer endure the heavenly torture. “Now.” 

Kyoujurou doesn’t even need to obey. His body remembers the command hammered into it from the past, and his cock shoots his load up to his ribs in a matter of seconds, leaving him panting and drained immediately after. 

But that isn’t the end. It never is, when it comes to Akaza. 

His hips don’t stop, and he doesn’t come either. He simply bulldozes ahead, uncaring of rest, as though the notion is preposterous in and of itself. 

“Wait-!” Kyoujurou has to speak up now, or else suffer without having any chance to protest. “Wait! I- I just came!” 

“Oh? Pity. You make it seem like it should concern me.” 

Akaza pins him down just as he is about to flail, and with a smirk, growls. “No running, little slayer. You’ll take what I give you, and nothing less. You’re my personal slut, and it’s no small duty of mine to feed one as cock-hungry as you, is it?” 

Kyoujurou’s heart slams in his chest as he fights the deadly vice grip around his wrists. 

He won’t beg. He can’t.  

But then Akaza makes it a point to speed up, and suddenly, Kyoujurou’s back is bowing against his own white haori and he moans loudly into the air when a second wave crests over his head. 

Akaza laughs, his eyes bright with ugly amusement. “Already? But I haven’t even done anything yet.” 

Kyoujurou coughs wetly, the dried tears once again filling his eyes as he tries desperately to escape Akaza’s hold. 

He can’t take it anymore. He needs a break. Even a short one would do. Anything to stave off the imminent scream building up in the back of his throat. 

He won’t. He won’t let Akaza have the satisfaction of making him lose his composure. 

“A little stubborn, aren’t we? Well, I suppose you’ve always been that way, as much of a hassle it is to put up with.” 

Akaza fucks him hard and fast, never pulling away enough to be fully unseated, but always sufficiently close to force his limbs under control. 

“But on that note,” he remarks, glancing down between them, where his cock burrows itself deep into his twitching hole. “Let’s take a moment to realise something, shall we?” 

Kyoujurou’s eyebrows furrow a second later in confusion. He can’t see what Akaza is looking at. He can barely shut his eyes without leaking tears from the corners of them, let alone strain his neck enough so that he’ll be able to see. 

“B-Break- I need one-” he manages to stammer out, but the look of indifference that Akaza gives him is enough to send his hopes to the ground and below. 

“Now, now. Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, hmm? I don’t know what else I might do if you push my patience to its limits tonight.” 

Kyoujurou squeezes his eyes shut, digging his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from crying out when Akaza slams into him again. 

A hand comes up to pet the top of his head, the weight behind it full of mockery and contempt, as fingers trace down his temple to his cheek and hover over the corners of his mouth. 

Kyoujurou knows it isn’t affection, but dominance that Akaza seeks to control him with. The fact that such a thought exists within the demon’s realm of logic is laughable. 

“There it is. The obedience that I wanted to see.” Akaza’s voice rings in his ears, smug and gleeful. 

Kyoujurou hates the sound of it, but his cock stirs again, much to his horror. 

“You see, Kyoujurou, while it has been a wonderfully splendid time having you warm my bed for me, I must admit that I’ve been holding back all this time.” 

What? Holding what back?  

In which universe is anything Akaza does in bed considered ‘holding back’? He’s been no less than a rabid dog this whole time!  

He wants to spit at him, but realises that doing so might spell doom for him for the remainder of the night. And he wants nothing to do with agony tonight. 

Instead, he listens, forced as he is, because why can’t this accursed demon just get it over and done with? 

They are nothing more than enemies who come together like this for the sake of blowing off some steam. Because of some strange pull between them that neither can resist. That’s all there is to it. Mere lust.

His chest suddenly feels tight at the thought.

No, it is more than that. 

It is a culmination of their boiling hate towards each other, as opposites in a thousand-year long war. What the youngsters call fruitless attraction. As if such a thing was enough to explain why they keep coming back to each other. 

“Look here, little slayer. Look.” Akaza probes, squeezing one side of his hips threateningly. 

Kyoujurou reluctantly opens his eyes to strain them. He can barely make out the patch of bright pink hairs just above the base of Akaza’s cock, let alone whatever it is that he wants him to see. 

“There, see here? That’s my cock, the one you let me fuck you with. The one that you’re surprisingly accepting of, considering your hashira position, isn’t that right?” 

Kyoujurou glares up at Akaza with teary eyes. “What is your point?” 

Akaza’s eyes glow brighter and his smile grows wider, more unpleasant. “My point is,” he humps forward until their hips are nearly flush, making Kyoujurou choke back a moan in his throat as electric wires sizzle his insides. 

God, that felt incredible. He might have come if he didn’t have more self-restraint. 

“That you’ve never been able to take me whole. It was quite the disappointment when I realised I couldn’t utilise everything in my arsenal just yet the first time. You were already protesting so much that I feared I might actually kill you if I pushed you too far. And that wouldn’t do, would it? How could I murder my own toy in such a shameful manner? I would be most displeased.” 

Kyoujurou’s fist snaps out to make contact with Akaza’s smirking face, only to get repelled at the last second by a swat of his tattooed forearm. 

“Feisty today, aren’t you? Normally, it takes much more to get to witness that delightfully red face of yours. Are you angry?” he chuckles.

Kyoujurou’s bottom lip trembles with rage at the infuriatingly taunting look on the demon’s face. How dare he treat him like an object? 

“I was going to be nice and let you properly adjust yourself for what I’ve prepared for you tonight, but looking at the amount of energy you’ve got to spare, it would seem only right that I needn’t bother myself with pretentious grace.” 

“I hate you.” Kyoujurou hisses, spraying Akaza with a stream of vitriol. 

But Akaza isn’t fazed one bit. He never is, the heartless bastard. He simply grins. “As expected of someone with their head screwed on right. I wonder if you’ll still feel the same when I break you into convenient pieces.” 

With that, Akaza makes a grab for both of his arms, encircling his wrists with his hands and yanking him towards him. Immediately, the rest of Akaza’s cock is slammed brutally past the tight ring of his hole, the feeling of its last few inches of impossibly thick girth finally ripping a genuine, ragged scream from deep within Kyoujurou’s chest. 

Oh god. Oh god- It- It’s so deep inside him that he feels as though his stomach is about to burst- 

He’s going to lose his mind!

Kyoujurou can do nothing but scrabble against the solid washboard of Akaza’s abs, his thighs suspended in the air, toes curling with an audible crack and arms trembling in place. 

He has never wanted to escape more than he does now. 

His mouth gapes, his voice lost after that first initial shriek. He wobbles precariously, depending solely on Akaza’s hold on his wrists to not topple over onto his back like a limp doll. 

“Look at that.” Akaza giggles boyishly, tugging lightly on his wrists and humping forward some more, just for Kyoujurou to start drooling from the corners of his mouth, his head turned skyward with a desperate sort of look in his crying eyes. 

“Just a few inches did so much for you. Look how much your belly swelled!” Akaza exclaims, opting to trap both of his wrists in one large hand and smoothe over the skin of his engorged tummy with the other. The bulge in it is so prominent that he looks absurd; the planes of his abdomen softening with roundness that feels horrifyingly unnatural.

Kyoujurou’s hands are pressed flat against the sturdy firmness of Akaza’s abs, pushing him away weakly with all the strength he can muster while being impaled so deeply on his monstrous cock that he’s about to go insane. 

He can’t feel anything besides the cock in his ass. It’s so thick and long and hot that he cannot help but be afraid that this is something he will miss once gone - the crushing, burning feeling licking at his organs and his insides. 

His entire body feels numb, as though his nervous system has been detached from himself, and the thought of not being able to flee from this all-encompassing pleasure leaves him frightened. 

“A-Akaza-” he tries, his throat closing up when he feels Akaza’s cock pulse inside him, the veiny appendage twitching slightly while engulfed by the heat of his walls. “T-Too- much! It’s- too much-!” 

He can barely speak over the spinning of his head. All he manages is a small wheeze that sounds more like a squeak. But Akaza either pretends not to hear his soft plea or decides that this is exactly what he wants. 

His smile is wicked and pleased at the same time, and he continues to tug on Kyoujurou’s struggling arms, burying himself deeper and deeper with each little pull, so much so that in no time at all, the jut of his hip bones is resting heavily against the innermost part of Kyoujurou’s immobile thighs. 

“There we go.” he heaves a satisfied sigh at the feeling, his expressive, pink eyebrows occasionally furrowing whenever Kyoujurou’s insides involuntarily clench around his massive cock. “You feel heavenly like this. I always knew you had it in you, Kyoujurou. As I expected, you never disappoint.” 

Akaza bends down to study Kyoujurou’s face of slack-jawed ecstasy. He’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of Akaza grinding against his abused prostate and further that his eyes have gone blank and unseeing. 

“Not with your spirit, or your gorgeous body.” he whispers, more to himself than anything else. 

Kyoujurou doesn’t want to know what he means by that, not that he could, even if he tried. All he can feel now is the impossible fullness of his stomach - something that makes him dizzy and weak, and the pulsating of Akaza’s cock inside him, as steady as that of a heartbeat. 

It spells something so intimate that Kyoujurou cannot help but wonder if the demon is doing this on purpose, to convince him that they are closer than he believes they are, and to get him to relent because of it. 

But all he knows is that this mind-numbing euphoria is slowly stripping him bare, right down to the very layers of himself that crave the touch of this demon - that find him irresistible. And how he hopes that Akaza won’t be able to see so. 

But alas, the heavens are not on his side tonight, as they have not been for a good majority of the week, because not only does Akaza notice the unmistakable pooling of precum on his abdomen, he also catches the faint trembling of Kyoujurou’s bottom lip as he tries not to cry in earnest. 

He tries, he really does, to hide the shaking of his limbs and desperation to look above his lowest, but he is tired, and exhaustion from deep within his bones begins to eat away at his composure, so cracked and chipped that even Akaza is quiet upon seeing the distress weaving its way into his expression. 

“Please…” Kyoujurou begs him, his fingertips quivering against Akaza’s midriff, having long since surrendered to the slow and filthy grind of those torturous hips. “It’s too much…” His voice is barely a whisper now - just a soft, submissive breath of air. 

Akaza stares down at his reddened face, his golden eyes dimming as they roam the tear tracks running down his cheeks, the vulnerable trembling of his lips, and the tears brimming in his normally cold eyes. 

“Maybe I went in too deep this time…” he mutters under his breath, much to Kyoujurou’s relief. His body sags a little upon hearing the declaration made, forgetting for a moment that he is at the mercy of someone who does not care enough to wipe his tears for him. 

“But you’ll just have to get used to it, isn’t that right, my dear?” Akaza perks up following his own suggestion. 

And then he starts to move again, as though emboldened by Kyoujurou’s pleas for him to lessen the immense pressure on his guts. 

“N-No! Please!! Akaza-” Kyoujurou sobs in response to the sudden rolling of Akaza’s clever hips, feeling the muscles in his abdomen clench and unclench around the cock inside him as he tries not to choke. “It’s too much! I- I can’t anymore-” 

His legs begin to thrash anew, his struggling only further exciting the demon. Akaza strokes the insides of his wrists with his thumbs, trying to soothe his complaints, instead of drowning him out with a well-placed insult, like he usually does. 

“Don’t fret, my dear.” he smiles warmly, nearly deceiving Kyoujurou with his false sincerity as he starts to rock into him faster, deeper, harsher. “You’ll soon find that it’s not nearly enough. There’s no need to get so worked up, hmm?” 

His voice. His voice.  

Kyoujurou finds himself latching onto the low, mellow timbre of it, bewitched by the purr that rumbles throughout Akaza’s chest - a deep, crooning melody that he will never forget. It distracts him from the suffocating feeling of having his insides so stirred up, of Akaza creating an almost comforting rhythm of thrusting that has him shrivelling up on the inside and wanting to moan. 

Akaza’s words ring true a while later, when he has both of Kyoujurou’s wrists gripped in one hand and one of his calves in the other. “See? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” 

He licks up the side of Kyoujurou’s calf, making him flinch, and tickles the skin with soft exhales of air. “Focus on my cock. Feel how it moves inside you - how it pleasures you. How it loves you.” 

Loves me…? 

Kyoujurou’s muddled brain fails to process Akaza’s last words, but he listens to his voice, knowing that if he doesn’t, he’ll drown before he even gets to enjoy what could be the most incredible feeling he’s ever experienced so far. 

Akaza thrusts into him again, slowly this time, as though giving him the chance to feel everything in finer detail. He grins down at Kyoujurou as he pulls out slightly, before sinking back into him again, studying his face. “Can you feel it, little slayer?” 

Kyoujurou swallows with difficulty. He can. He can feel everything, from the numerous ridges that line the entire length of Akaza’s cock, to each and every vein that protrudes from it, to the blunt, fat head kissing the bundle of nerves that sends sparks sizzling down his spine. It feels divine now that he’s stretched open just enough for the slide of Akaza’s cock to be smooth and unhindered, unlike before. 

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, nodding hesitantly as Akaza’s hips press flush against his inner thighs again, the heavy weight of his balls resting against the cleft of his ass. 

“Seeing as how you’re no longer begging me to pull out, I take it that you’ve gotten yourself familiar with my full size?” Akaza states more than questions. 

And he waits for Kyoujurou to nod again this time, surprisingly. 

“Then I suppose there’s no more need for being gentle, is there?” he smirks. 

Before Kyoujurou can say anything else, Akaza draws back, and slams home viciously, like how he’s always done. 

Kyoujurou holds back a cracked, shuddering moan as Akaza picks up the pace and begins to pound into him with furious snaps of his hips that suggest he’s been restraining himself. 

Instantly, Kyoujurou is pulled under, the strength with which Akaza fucks back into him making him spray their torsos with his release. 

Akaza’s laughter rings in the air, a light, airy thing that seduces the tatters of Kyoujurou’s lust-driven mind. “Amazing! Your third one so far, and you’re still as hard as the first. How eager you are, my dear!” 

His encouragement only serves to stoke the roaring flames in Kyoujurou’s belly, and he can’t help but keen loudly when Akaza finally releases his bruised wrists in favour of crouching low above him, until their chests and nipples are brushing, to wrap his arms under his back. He hauls him up into a squat, briefly stopping to adjust his legs and arms as he rolls them over and deposits Kyoujurou into his lap. 

Kyoujurou now straddles the demon, his thick thighs bracketing the swell of Akaza’s naked, slender hips like a cradle. Much to his dismay, Akaza relaxes on his back and smiles up at him, ordering, “Ride me.” 

And all he can do is stare. Kyoujurou has never heard him demand such a thing. He glances down at Akaza’s fanged smile, his heart thundering in his chest with such intensity that he fears he will lose his breath and suffocate. 

How does he do that? Kyoujurou has never ridden someone else’s cock in all his life. This is the first time the demon has given him any semblance of control over the pace at which they fuck, and he knows nothing about technique in this area. 

Akaza’s grin slowly slips away in the face of Kyoujurou’s confusion. “Why? Too proud to take orders from a demon, little slayer? And here I was, thinking that you were second to none when it comes to taking up a challenge.” he clicks his tongue, frowning in displeasure. 

Kyoujurou’s tongue jerks in his mouth, nearly giving his apprehension away because of the automatic reflex. He worries his lips with his teeth again, reluctant to reveal the reason he’s so hesitant. 

But Akaza seems not to need any explanation whatsoever. His eyebrows unknit themselves the moment he catches the idle shifting of Kyoujurou’s hips above his own, and the prideful, but mortified look on his tear-streaked face. 

“You don’t know how, do you?” he eventually concludes. 

Kyoujurou’s breath halts in his throat. Pretending not to notice what Akaza said, he instead tries his best to grind down on Akaza’s cock. His clumsy movements make Akaza stifle a soft laugh behind his blue fingers, and Kyoujurou’s face grows redder still at the mocking sound. 

Summoning as much dignity as he can, he snaps angrily at Akaza. “I’d sooner cut off your head than do what you say.” 

Akaza ignores his pitiful attempt at salvaging what remains of his abused ego, wiping under his eyes at the collected tears gathered on his thick eyelashes. “Oh, my poor little slayer. You really shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.” 

Kyoujurou’s eye twitches at the taunting behind Akaza’s words. He growls, indignant. “I meant every single word I said, you brute!” 

“Ahh, of course you did. Then, why don’t you explain this-” 

Without another word, Akaza’s hands settle in the dips of Kyoujurou’s hips and drag him down onto his cock with a slam. 

Kyoujurou’s keening yelp dissolves into an echoing moan as he feels that thick cock reach deep and completely obliterate his ability to think. His mind is wiped blank the instant the underside of his thighs meets Akaza’s pelvis, and he throws his head back on instinct, squeezing his eyes shut as he grips onto Akaza’s forearms for support. 

Tears blurr his vision again when he blinks, prompted by the wretched feeling of Akaza’s cock ramming straight into his prostate and burrowing so deep that his lower belly bulges even further than before. 

“Go on, explain to me why you’re doing exactly as I told you. You’re riding me right now with my help, are you not?” Akaza cackles, lifting him up and yanking him down again. And again, and again. He does so until Kyoujurou’s mind is in shambles once more, the pieces that were given the chance to carefully and slowly reassemble themselves shattering easily this time. 

“Wait! S-Stop- It’s too- too deep! I- I can’t- Ah! Oh!” Kyoujurou’s voice breaks and cracks in places as Akaza sets a merciless, cruel pace. He’s going so fast that Kyoujurou’s thighs can barely keep up with the speed at which he is slammed down onto his swollen cock. 

All he can register is the feeling of that fat, delicious cock fucking him silly, until he can barely think, let alone speak. 

Akaza’s hips grind upward into him, nearly dislodging him a few times when he loses control of his strength and fucks up a tad too hard. Each time it happens, Kyoujurou’s moans grow in volume, until the birds take flight to evade the racket in the silent forest. 

His tears have spilled over more times than he can count by now, and as his poor thighs tremble and shake from being made to support his weight, he squeezes around one of Akaza’s flexing biceps with all his might to get his attention. 

“What is it, my dear? Too much already? We’ve barely gotten started, you know? Three might be a small number, but you haven’t made me come yet. It’s about time I caught up to you, isn’t that right?” 

Kyoujurou shakes his head, tears dripping down his cheeks, saliva smeared across his chin in wet patches and hair messy and tangled from being manhandled so roughly for so long. 

“Please…” he begs again, too engulfed with pleasure to care that he’s being shameful. “Please…” 

Akaza hums in acknowledgement. “Please what, little slayer? Don’t tell me that you’re done. I would be most disappointed if you decided on your own that you can no longer continue. You’re not done until I say we are.” he growls.

Kyoujurou struggles to open his eyes, his bottom lip bitten red and swollen by now. Akaza’s golden eyes are trained on his face, as though they’ve never left. They sweep across his wet, melting irises, down to his drooling mouth and then the hard peaks of his nipples. He smiles, an unpleasant sight to Kyoujurou’s desperate eyes. 

“Please let me come.” He somehow manages to force the words out without a single crack in his sentence.

Akaza’s eyes light up immediately. “So you could tell that I’ve been dragging this out! How impressive, considering the fact that you’re half delirious at this point! I would expect no less from as fiery a spirit as you, Kyoujurou.” 

Kyoujurou closes his eyes again, trying and failing to bounce in the demon’s lap like he’s been made to do this whole time. He knew from the moment that Akaza started pulling him down that he was teasing him, testing him. 

It wasn’t enough compared to before, when Akaza kept torturing his prostate. It was deep, but it wasn’t enough. Even now, he’s only barely brushing by, causing little sparks to fly, but never more than a simple sizzle that fizzles out too soon to do any good. 

“Before that, tell me something, slayer. Whose cock are you riding right now? Whose cock is it that you’re so desperate for? You keep moaning like a little slut, so, surely, I deserve the credit for treating you to such a time, don’t I?” 

Kyoujurou’s ears burn with humiliation at the degrading name, not that he hasn’t been subjected to such filthy talk since the beginning. 

Akaza releases one side of his bruised hips, only to bring his hand down on one of his ass cheeks in a stinging slap. The resounding smack startles Kyoujurou out of his trance, and he cries out in pain at the feeling of his skin smarting. More tears begin to pour from his eyes, as the pain sinks down and pools together with the simmering arousal that keeps growing in his gut. 

“Answer me, my dear, or else the next punishment shall be far worse.” Akaza warns with a dangerously cold edge to his tone.

Kyoujurou hurries to obey him, too far gone to think about his pride or his hatred for the demon currently rearranging his internal organs. “Y-Yours…” he whispers, feeling heat trickle down his neck. 

Akaza fucks up into him harder, grinding harshly over a place so near his prostate that he almost loses his breath. “Louder!” he snarls. 

“Yours! Y-Yours! O-Only yours!” Kyoujurou repeats himself, much louder than before. 

“Only mine, huh? I suppose I should be honoured, then. A prideful, powerful hashira like yourself yearning only for my cock. How delightful.” Akaza grins, satisfied with his answer at last. “You want to come, don’t you?” 

Kyoujurou nods frantically, digging his nails into the muscles of Akaza’s forearms in anticipation. He doesn’t care anymore. As long as he gets to come, he’ll do anything Akaza asks of him. 

“Heh. Come then. Come on my cock like you’ll never get to come again in your life.” 

Akaza then changes the angle at which he thrusts in, and snaps his hips up sharply again. In no time at all, he finds Kyoujurou’s sweet spot and abuses it with every fibre of his being. His feral grin widens as the hashira squeals like an injured dog the moment the bulbous head of his cock slams straight into his prostate. 

“That’s it… Keep screaming for me. It tells me how well I’m fucking you, not that your body doesn’t already love me.” 

Kyoujurou sobs as his cock erupts at the tip with white, splattering his fourth release onto Akaza’s chest like a leaking fountain. His walls tighten again and again in the aftermath of it, until he’s milking Akaza’s cock like he wants his seed inside him. 

It works, for what it’s worth, and soon, Akaza is spilling into him with a low, rumbling groan. His arms don’t stop moving even as he orgasms, and he takes to spreading Kyoujurou’s cheeks wide to stretch his hole further and make room to bury himself deeper still. He keeps at it, fucking up into him as though he wants to push his spend into a waiting, willing womb. 

Kyoujurou gasps and moans through it, feeling overstimulation pull him towards another cliff’s edge, the sensations of pain and pleasure mixing until he can no longer tell which is which. 

When Akaza’s cock finally gives a last, powerful spurt, Kyoujurou is drained in both body and mind as he slumps forward on Akaza’s soiled chest with a grunt, half conscious. He shivers violently at the feeling of cum sloshing around inside him, feeling full in a bizarrely satisfying way. His stomach feels strange, and his head is spinning from the force behind his last few orgasms. 

Akaza’s broad, tattooed chest rises and falls in a series of chuckles. “Should I commend you for finally being able to make me come? Or would you rather continue to bask in your exhaustion, despite having finished your job so half-heartedly?” 

Kyoujurou ignores his taunting this time, preferring to take the time to catch his breath. His poor hole is still twitching around Akaza’s cock, and he can even feel the dripping cum that leaks, displaced by the sheer volume of cock.  

His muscles groan in protest when Akaza begins to sit up. He does so with one hand on Kyoujurou’s quivering back, and another on his waist. “Look at me.” he demands, smoothing a thumb over the ridges of his spine. “Show me your face.” 

Kyoujurou reluctantly turns away from Akaza’s neck, having hidden himself in the crook of it to conceal his sniffling. 

“Look here.” Akaza’s hand slides up to his neck and directs his gaze downwards. “Look at that cute little belly. It’s all swollen with cum now.” 

Kyoujurou’s breath hitches in his throat at the obscene sight. His tummy is so bloated that part of his abs are just- gone. He thinks he might pass out.

Akaza rubs little circles into the back of his neck, trying to entice him as he smiles something obsessive. “You’d make a splendid demon, so why don’t you just give in, hmm? We could do this for a whole week if you just said yes.” 

Kyoujurou freezes. Whatever goodwill or sense of truce that had started to take shape in his mind since their first few encounters vanishes the moment Akaza mentions turning him. He must have been a fool to think that the demon sleeps with him because he enjoys it, at the very least. 

No. Akaza only lures him into his bed so that he can gloat about the merits of being a demon. 

It is no mere insult to Kyoujurou that Akaza believes sex will splinter his will to remain human. Especially sex with one as dipped in sin as Akaza. 

Kyoujurou glares from between his heavy eyelids, bringing his hands up in a moment of impulsive outrage to close around Akaza’s neck and squeeze. “You disgust me.” he spits, his ire returning in full force following Akaza’s mocking. “If you think for even a second that this will change my mind, you know even less than you think you do.” 

Just as he’s on the verge of questioning whether the demon truly has no concept of decency, Akaza goes and shatters that vague notion by proving just how foul he really is. 

Tricking him! How dare he act so high and mighty, when Kyoujurou is the one who holds his desires in the palm of his hand. He must not have made it clear that it is he himself who so willingly plays the fool.

Akaza’s golden eyes flicker with confusion as Kyoujurou attempts to choke him. His distraction must be but mere child’s play in his eyes, if he has the time and the audacity to act surprised. 

What else was he expecting Kyoujurou to say? Yes? How preposterous! 

“You vile, revolting creature! It sickens me to think that you expect me to be as much of a pushover as I make myself to be in your bed. If you weren’t aware, I let you use me like a fun little toy. I could have anyone else, but I chose this, so don’t you ever think that you will get your way-” 

“Wait. Kyoujurou, what are you talking about?” Akaza interrupts him, but Kyoujurou’s anger simply keeps boiling away, and he seethes and stews in rage even as Akaza tries to calm him down with a hand on his back. 

“Don’t touch me!” he snaps, his patience flying out the window as he attempts to lift himself off Akaza’s lap. He doesn’t want any part of himself near the demon. 

The cock that made him feel so good just moments before now turns his stomach in the most unpleasant of ways. He feels gross and used, like a discarded piece of waste, as cum starts to drip down his naked legs in his haste to get away. 

He can feel the familiar build of tears behind his eyelids, but he won’t give Akaza the satisfaction of seeing him cry outside of sex. He stumbles away, furiously wiping at his cheeks, but doesn’t get far, because Akaza has evidently grown tired of his rant. 

Instead of talking, he snatches one of Kyoujurou’s wrists in his hands and drags him back towards him. Kyoujurou fights him tooth and nail for possession of his limb back, but admittedly, he is no match for Akaza’s strength and speed in his current state. 

“Let go.” he hisses, venom in his throat. 

“No.” Akaza retorts back, and tugs him down onto the ground. He quickly and efficiently immobilises Kyoujurou’s kicking legs by sitting down heavily on top of them, then he holds his arms down, until he tires himself out trying to escape the iron grip. 

Kyoujurou’s chest heaves as he fights back tears. He can’t believe that he thought Akaza was attracted to him just like he is to Akaza. Of course the only thing that the demon sees is willing flesh and bone that he can devour anytime he wishes to. 

He hates himself even more now that he’s once again underneath Akaza, unable to flee but at the same time feeling hurt over what should be nothing. 

“Kyoujurou,” Akaza tries to get his attention and fails when Kyoujurou simply closes his eyes and turns his head away. He hopes that the tears in them won’t be caught. 

“I think you’re misunderstanding something here, little slayer.” Akaza lowers his head until his nose touches the side of Kyoujurou’s tear-stained cheek. “What gave you the idea that I was trying to change your mind? Hmm? Tell me. You said I know less than I assume I do, so tell me. Teach me.” 

His hot breath caresses Kyoujurou’s cool skin, making him shiver unconsciously. Even now, he hates that anything the demon does and says still manages to arouse his body. He can feel the soft vibrations of Akaza’s deep, pretty voice go straight down to his spent cock, leaving it to fill with blood and stir yet again. 

He hates the effect that Akaza has on his body. On him.  

“Kyoujurou.” Akaza warns, a growl in his throat as he presses down harder on Kyoujurou’s wrists, both threatening him and securing his grip. His lips hover above his skin, just barely grazing the fine hairs on it. 

“You wretched thing, you know what I’m talking about!” Kyoujurou pulls away from Akaza’s mouth as far as he can, hate and hurt swirling in his chest as he opens his eyes to gaze upon him. 

Truthfully, he shouldn’t even feel pained by the idea that Akaza thinks of him as nothing more than a means to fulfil his desire. 

So why does his chest constrict? Why does it sting? He feels like he can’t breathe all of a sudden, and he realises with horror that he cannot hide the oncoming wave of emotions he’s feeling. 

“Let go!” he commands, renewing his futile struggle as Akaza studies his face with an unreadable expression. 

“No, I don’t think I will.” Akaza decides a moment later, and proceeds to lower himself until he’s practically lying on top of Kyoujurou. The heavy weight settling on his body makes Kyoujurou want to run. 

But Akaza is not only too heavy for him to dislodge, he is also adamant on keeping him there. “Since you so kindly pointed out that I should know, you wouldn’t mind if I spilled the beans on you, would you? For someone so shrewd, I must admit that you’ve been quite dense this whole time.” 

Kyoujurou sneers at him, intent on making things difficult for the demon, but Akaza isn’t fazed. 

“You believe I’m only rolling around on the ground with you because I think you’d agree to be a demon if I fuck you so stupid you won’t even remember what your duty is, don’t you?” 

Kyoujurou remains silent. 

“You think I’m only here to get what I want, even though you know nothing about what it is I truly desire. Don’t pretend to know me, slayer, when you haven’t taken the time to sort out your own problems.” 

Kyoujurou’s eyes snap up to Akaza’s, where the molten gold smoulders like two suns in blue skies. He opens his mouth to deny it, but Akaza beats him to it.

“You think I’m here not because I enjoy myself while you’re warming my cock, but because I am, in your eyes, lowly enough to swindle what I want from someone I should have killed a long time ago but haven’t.” 

Kyoujurou goes speechless with shock. His mouth gapes, but nothing comes out. All he can do is listen as Akaza’s eyes narrow with disdain, as though he can’t stand the thought that Kyoujurou thinks of him as such. 

“But you’re wrong, little hashira. How very wrong you are. I am not one to do tricks and deceive, as much as you slayers would love to believe. I come to you for only one reason, and that is to find myself a good time, before my own duties rear their ugly head. If you wanted confirmation that I am more than just a monster, there you have it, my dear. Now, what will you do?” 

Akaza carefully and cautiously releases one of his wrists and brings his hand up to tangle in Kyoujurou’s blonde mane. He scratches at his scalp lightly, nails tucked away neatly and using his fingertips instead. 

“Will you continue to hate me, like you’ve been doing all along? Will you ‘let me’ continue where we left off, if only because the sun is hours away? What will it be? I’m not opposed to a fight here and now, but I doubt that you’d want that when you’re so upset, hmm?” 

Kyoujurou doesn’t know what is right anymore. Having Akaza lay out all of his thoughts one after another makes him feel pathetic, but he didn’t laugh it all off like he thought he would. 

What changed? 

A few months ago, he wouldn’t have batted an eye at the notion that Akaza only beds him because he’s trying to trick him into agreeing to be a demon. It would have only been natural for a demon to do so - to be so underhanded and dishonourable. 

But now, Akaza keeps saying and doing things that somehow, in their own way, comfort him. Kyoujurou’s head hurts from trying to figure him out. He can’t understand Akaza, let alone his own emotions. 

He blinks back the tears that luckily never fell, and glances away with a bite to his lip. 

Slowly, Akaza’s smirk returns to his face. Kyoujurou squirms under his heated gaze, his cock twitching back to life again, even when squashed between their stomachs. 

“If you think I cannot feel your greedy little cock begging for more, you’re most naive, little slayer.” 

Feeling burdened by his own body’s reaction, Kyoujurou’s glare sharpens into something deadly, as though daring Akaza to say another word to mock him. His hatred is far from burnt out, and he makes it known when he lands a punch to Akaza’s open side with his freed hand. 

Akaza barely flinches. He only smiles. “There’s the spirit that I was looking for. Since you’re not yelling at me anymore, I assume that you’re good to go again?” 

Again, he pauses to let Kyoujurou nod before doing anything else. It is absolutely perplexing.

Once approval is received, Akaza releases his remaining hand and settles between his legs, only to slide his arms behind his knees and push them up.  

“Wait- Wait! What- What’re you-” Kyoujurou fumbles, only to find himself being guided into a mating press, where his legs are pulled high and to his chest and his ass is in the air, giving Akaza a full view of his leaking hole. 

He blushes red to the tips of his ears, trying to get out of it by rolling to the side and failing when Akaza positions himself and slowly starts to thrust in. It takes little time for Kyoujurou to feel that hot, pulsing cock push its way into him until it feels like he can take no more. 

But then Akaza continues to slide into him and he realises with horror that this position only allows him fuck him deeper than before. 

“Wait! St-Stop- My stomach-!” he cries out as Akaza finally bottoms out, hands on either side of his head and cock entirely buried inside him. 

Akaza huffs, smirking down at Kyoujurou like he knew it would be too much for his poor, abused stomach. He whistles to himself, taking in the scene of Kyoujurou writhing in white-hot agony around his cock, unable to do anything other than take what he’s given. 

“What a sight.” he comments, grabbing at the underside of Kyoujurou’s shaking thighs and laying them to rest on his shoulders. “It’s like you’re drunk on cock. Does it feel that good, my dear? Because it sure does feel wonderful to have you squeezing me so tight.” 

Kyoujurou’s hands scrabble at the thin sheet of cloth under him, as he desperately tries to breathe through the aching, delicious feeling of Akaza’s cock pressing down hard on his prostate and sliding deeper, in and out, with every small hump of his hips. 

“Deep! S’deep- P-Pull out a little-” 

Akaza sticks out his bottom lip in an imitation of a childish pout. His big, round eyes widen in mock surprise. “Pull out? How could I ever do such a thing when you’re feeling so good that you’re about to come? Just look at you, my dear, you’re all ready to blow and I haven’t even done much!” 

Kyoujurou’s brain is melting. His bones are turning to mush. He can’t feel anything other than the occasional throbbing of Akaza’s cock inside him, the silken hardness a constant, mind-numbing presence that obliterates all of his senses. 

He can almost taste the bitterness of Akaza’s release in the back of his throat, the scent of iron in his nose, as the canopy of green above him swirls and fades in and out of clarity. Even his fingers are tingling at the tips, as though Akaza’s skin, which he so vehemently refused to touch in the beginning, is being caressed under his own touch. His ears ring with the sounds of Akaza’s movements, each little slap of their skins together becoming lewder and more obscene by the second.

Everything is overwhelming him, and yet-

It’s so, so good. It’s better than any other cock he’s had. The best.

But what does that mean for him?

He scratches at his haori, trying to find something to ground himself as Akaza begins to thrust, with deep, rolling snaps of his hips as he gradually picks up speed. He moans and cries around a mouthful of overflowing saliva, uncaring even as it spills down the corners of his mouth and drips onto his jaw. 

His fingers claw at nothing in particular as Akaza takes to rocking into him harder - hard enough for his inner thighs to bruise, he reckons. 

“Now now, there’s no need to rip up your nice haori like that. Why bother with the cloth when you can simply use me? I know you despise me, but you won’t ever get a chance to hurt me if not like this. C’mon slayer, scratch me, make me bleed. You couldn’t hurt me even if you tried.” Akaza taunts him, goading him. 

Sweat trickles down his temples, his hair damp under the minimal moonlight. 

And Kyoujurou must be mad, because his first thought is how beautiful the demon appears in his sweat-soaked, sex-crazed glory, even with all his markings and malice.

His hands are forcibly brought up to rest on Akaza’s biceps before he can further dwell on the inappropriateness of his thoughts. As he feels the firm muscles underneath Akaza’s smooth skin contract and flex with the effort of filling up his hole, a harsh, downward thrust manages to break any coherent thought in his mind and push him over the edge without warning. 

Kyoujurou’s deafening scream is punctuated by the soft cursing that leaves Akaza’s lips when he digs his nails into his biceps and claws hard. He knows he’s clenching around Akaza’s cock again, even as his head is fuzzy after floating down from yet another orgasm. 

This time, Akaza’s cock spurts even before he has to say anything, and as he’s held through a long and painful process of being filled to the brim with cum again, Kyoujurou hiccups wetly, his tears drenching his skin and throat hoarse from the repetitive screaming. 

He can’t even remember how many times he’s come tonight, let alone register much else other than the powerful streams of semen being pumped into him from Akaza’s cock. His stomach feels impossibly full again, and between the mating press and all the fucking, Kyoujurou begins to wonder if Akaza simply has a kink for seeing him in shambles. 

He groans wantonly when Akaza finally stops coming into him. But if he was expecting a break, he’s sorely mistaken. 

“Another one, shall we?” Akaza goes to spread his legs apart, until he can’t anymore. 

“H-Hold on- At least- scrape it all out first!” 

At first, it doesn’t seem like Akaza understands him, but as Kyoujurou glances down towards the place where they’re still joined, a devilish smile forms on his face. “And why would I do that? It would be a waste if it all escaped, wouldn’t it? Better to keep you stuffed and full, no?” 

“What-?” 

“Pay attention here, my dear. I daresay this will feel even better for you since you like it deep.” Akaza settles his knees onto the ground and rises until he’s looming above Kyoujurou’s torso. “I told you, didn’t I? That if you need something to cry about, you only have one choice. I saw those tears you held in before, there’s no need for the reason to be something so trivial.” 

What? He saw those?  

Before Kyoujurou can say a word, Akaza angles his hips just right and plunges back into him with a violent slam that steals all the breath in his lungs. 

“Aagh- S-Slow down! Please-!” 

He can’t breathe! Every time he sucks in air, a single, vicious slap of Akaza’s hips against his ass cheeks renders him gasping helplessly once more. 

He squeezes Akaza’s biceps in hopes that it will convey his desperate message across, but of course, it does nothing but spur him on. In fact, Akaza pushes his legs towards his chest even further, deepening his thrusts and making him squeal when the fat head of his cock rams into his weak spot hard enough for him to see stars. 

“Ooh-” he moans shamelessly, tossing his head back and exposing his neck to Akaza. “You- Agh! S-Stop-” 

Akaza chuckles as he leans down to slurp at his neck. He layers so many nips and bites that Kyoujurou has to beg him to be gentler. “Stop? Surely, you must be joking, my dear. Why would I ever do that? Just lie back and take it, hmm? Look at how well you’re swallowing me up, you greedy little cockslut. I should hunt you down every night and put you in your place. You look divine being bred like a bitch.” 

Kyoujurou whimpers at the idea, so completely ruined that even the thought of being used as Akaza’s breeding toy is enough to have him leaking a puddle onto his own chest. 

He’s so close! He just needs a bit more. 

Unbeknownst to him, the motion of Kyoujurou’s insides repeatedly clenching and unclenching around Akaza’s sensitive cock have the demon spilling into him first. 

With a burst of heat, Akaza’s release floods his already drenched walls, his mouth spewing filth that makes Kyoujurou tighten around the cock inside him, like he’s trying to milk it dry. 

“Fuck- You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being made to sit on my cock and ride me until you’re bursting with cum, until you’re round and swollen with child. I’d breed you silly, until all you can think about is my cock and how much it loves you.” 

Kyoujurou shakes his head, tears beading in the corners of his eyes again as he imagines himself exactly as Akaza described, speared on his thick, hot cock and having his insides splashed with cum until he’s round and- and-

A sudden, rough smack of Akaza’s hips driving into him has his toes curling and his back arching upwards in a dramatic bow. He pushes his chest towards Akaza’s hungry mouth, and feels an eager tongue lap across his nipple with a long lick. 

He yelps helplessly as Akaza’s lips close around his nipple and begin to suck in earnest. Sharp fangs scrape against the small little nub, abusing it until it’s pink and sore before he moves on to the adjacent one, leaving his saliva to cool and cause goosebumps to rise along Kyoujurou’s skin. 

“Come on, little slayer, come again on my cock. I’ll fill you up one more time, until you have nothing left in that head of yours but me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, like the ravenous whore you are.” 

“No! No, please! Please-! I can’t!” Kyoujurou sobs uncontrollably, his words turning into incoherent babbling the more Akaza leans down to litter his neck and collarbones with stinging bites. 

Akaza humours him, because he can. “And why can’t you, my dear? Tell me.” 

Kyoujurou’s mind is in pieces at this point. He knows nothing but the incessant pounding of Akaza’s hips into him. It feels so good to be fucked like this, in this position, where he’s being bred over and over again by that glorious, silken cock. He can barely speak. Every time he opens his mouth only a flood of whorish moans spill out and coat his chin with more drool. 

“C’mon, my dear. I won’t know unless you say it with your own mouth. You thought I wasn’t enjoying myself at all with you? Well, let me tell you something.” 

Akaza flexes his thighs and fucks into him with one smooth snap of his powerful hips, forcing a hoarse, agonised scream from Kyoujurou’s drooling mouth. His body convulses with shockwaves at the feeling of yet another climax, even though nothing is spilled from his aching, throbbing cock. 

“You best believe me when I say that nothing else has ever made me feel as alive as I do now.” Akaza places one hand over the spot where his cock is buried snugly inside him, stroking it once and pressing down on it enough for Kyoujurou to choke on his protest.

He hears Akaza’s words from somewhere far away, but the faint sweetness he manages to pick up on between the hysterical giggles and low growls of Akaza’s voice keeps him from floating away in bliss. 

To prove his point, Akaza abandons his merciless pace and starts to circle his hips. He pulls out halfway, and grinds back in, torturously slow in his movements, until Kyoujurou can feel every single inch of flesh that slides against his walls whenever Akaza sinks back into him. 

It is a leisurely sort of torment, one that he cannot help but cry out in response to. 

“Feel that? Your insides are rippling around me. You’re sucking me in like you never want me to leave. How could I not be enjoying myself, especially when one with as capable and powerful a spirit is submitting to me, and only me.” Akaza’s warm breath ghosts along the shell of his ear.

Kyoujurou nods vigorously, on the verge of another cliff’s edge as Akaza’s cock grinds into his prostate in harsh, forceful circles. 

“Now, tell me why I shouldn’t come inside you again. I’ve done it three times now, and there wasn’t a single complaint earlier. I simply must know what it is that’s scaring you all of a sudden. It wouldn’t do to leave my little slayer so distressed and frightened, would it?” 

The false softness of Akaza’s voice feels like a godsend to Kyoujurou’s battered consciousness. He struggles to say something, but can’t because his throat closes up and a wheeze comes out instead at the feeling of Akaza’s cock kissing his weak spot. When he doesn’t answer, Akaza’s eyebrows furrow and his golden eyes harden with impatience. 

“If you won’t tell me, I have little choice but to fill you up again. Wouldn’t that feel good, being used as my personal whore?” 

Kyoujurou panics again, shaking his head to signal no. 

“Then talk. Don’t make me repeat myself, little slayer, or I’ll fuck you full whether you like it or not.” 

“I can’t- I- I’ll get pregnant! Please!” 

Akaza freezes for a moment, ceasing all movement and finally giving Kyoujurou the break that he was craving so badly. He coughs and hiccups, sniffling pathetically as Akaza processes the impossible words he just spoke. 

Then he laughs, the sound so joyful and merry that one would think that it is amusement he is feeling. 

Akaza moves again, this time lowering Kyoujurou’s trembling legs from his shoulders and instead hooking his arms under his thighs to grab his hips. “Is that so? I was expecting something a bit more concerning, but this is a pleasant surprise. Did you feel so good that you forgot you were a man, my dear?” 

Kyoujurou blinks up at him through wet eyelashes, his look of confusion only further exciting the demon. He digs his fingers into the flesh covering Kyoujurou’s buttocks, spreading his cheeks with a grin. “If it’s a baby you’re worried about, there’s no need to look so anxious.” 

“Y-You can’t! I’ll really g-get-” 

He doesn’t get to finish his plea.

With a quick and brutal yank, Akaza meets him in the middle with a savage thrust that knocks all common sense from Kyoujurou’s mind. 

He screeches in agony, the blinding, overwhelming pleasure suddenly swallowing him up as his body seizes up and goes taut like a piece of string about to snap. His eyes widen in shock at the new, building sensation in his gut as he scrabbles for purchase on Akaza’s muscular back.

He’s going to come. He’s going to burst-  

Akaza leans down to steal the first kiss of the night from his swollen lips. 

“Then get pregnant.” he growls into his ear, successfully sending Kyoujurou careening off the edge and tumbling headlong into his most intense orgasm yet. 

It feels like a dam is opened, as the feeling of his peak crests and swells like a tidal wave coming inland, until he can no longer tell up from down. 

He sobs incoherently through it, clamping down on Akaza’s cock so tightly that the demon shoots his release into him almost immediately in thick, hot spurts - accompanied by a long, shameless moan. 

All that sticky, viscous liquid only serves to make him feel fuller, and his belly bulges with it, having had four loads pumped into him like he’s no more than a breedable cow. He feels so achingly, horrifyingly full that he could choke if he tries to speak at all. 

All he can do is moan brokenly while clinging to Akaza’s shoulders, until it finally stops and the endless stream of cum trickles to a dribble. 

Kyoujurou’s head slumps against the uneven ground. He’s glad that his haori is at least providing a clean surface for him to recover on. 

“Akaza…” he croaks, feeling his organs protest as he tries to raise his voice. It seems that he might develop a sore throat after tonight, not that he hasn’t experienced the same before. 

Akaza brings a hand up to flick away the bangs that have fallen into his eyes, the action tender for once instead of rough and uncaring. But the large, smug grin on his face doesn’t leave, and before Kyoujurou can say anything else, he’s already tugging on his bruised hips like a starving, insatiable beast, his eyes flashing with want. 

A-Again?  

Kyoujurou doesn’t know if he can even get it up, let alone continue, and he says so. But Akaza sees nothing wrong with that. 

As though Kyoujurou has forgotten what exactly is the source of the demon’s power, Akaza humps into him again, making sure that he can feel the rejuvenated hardness of his cock. 

Kyoujurou’s eyes widen in alarm when he feels it twitch inside him, the realisation that Akaza intends to keep him awake until dawn both exciting and terrifying him. 

Akaza smirks down at him, sweat dripping from his temple and hair fluffing into a bright pink halo around his head. 

“Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you, my dear.” he purrs like a cat. 

And Kyoujurou has a feeling that he will well and truly have lost his mind come morning.