❝ Kyou! ❞
The excited shout is the only warning Leon gives before he comes running into view, not even hesitating for a moment before pushing his present into his friend's arms.
❝ Happy birthday! ❞
Inside the gift are individually-wrapped pieces of Charcoal, each one carved to resemble a different Fire-type pokemon. There was an Arcanine, Darmanitan, Talonflame, and, of course, two Charizards: Mega Y and Gigantamaxed. Leon wished he could say he carved them himself, but alas, he wasn't the most creative type.
❝ I know Charcoal comes in useful when training up Fire types, and since your family dojo specialises in that... I figured these might come in useful. I hope you like them. ❞
Good thing Kyoujurou has excellent reflexes! The last thing he wants is to drop the gift that Leon’s delivering so eagerly!
“Thank you, Leon!” He has the gift in a secure grip. What could it be? Knowing Leon, no matter what it is, it’s been chosen with thought and care. There’s no reason to wait — he’ll open it now!!
His curiosity is piqued by the individually wrapped items hiding within. A broad grin takes over his face once he unveils the first dark figurine, fashioned in the likeness of his oldest partner. And the smile only gets bigger once he’s revealed the others, too!
“These are amazing!” Kyoujurou took the time to examine each of the carved charcoal figures, once, twice, turning them over in his hands. They’re individuals, just like the Pokémon that they were thoughtfully modelled after. He might have gone quiet in terms of speaking for the moment, but his body language isn’t silent at all — he’s beaming. He’s absolutely delighted.
“Of course I do!” he exclaims. “They’ll make our moves burn that much brighter!” He pauses, and laughs. “But look at this carving! I almost can’t use them in good conscience! Hahaha!”
The thought of getting them scorched and worn away in battle almost pains him! But it’s inevitable if charcoal is ever to fulfil its intended purpose, given the merciless nature of Fire-types and their moves. And it wouldn’t do to restrict them to a safe display for the sake of preservation. That wasn’t the Rengoku way!
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“Happy birthday, Kanroji!”
Kyoujurou has a gift box for Mitsuri, with a porcelain cat inside, peacefully nestled in a sleeping position. “It reminded me of your cat! I thought you might like it!”
Whew, how long had it been since Mitsuri's birthday? A while now, but she blinks, and stares at Kyojuro for a moment as the thought goes through her head.
"Eh?"
Wait. WAIIIIT.
"FOR ME?? It's so cute -- thank you, sensei!"
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very late 2023 Tanjirou Day present 🎴🔥
cw smut
Kyoujurou gasped and threw his head back but not enough to crack his neck. His body convulsed as he tried his best to keep himself upward. Tanjirou pistoned into his quivering back, labored breathing matched the continuous slap of their wet skin.
Kyoujurou felt full and glowing from his core, pained pleasure to the top of his head.
“G-godd… Kamado..!” he keened, high pitch and ear-splitting. A thrust had him enough, sobbing as he braced forward.
Tanjirou ignored the splash of sweat from Kyoujurou’s curtain of wet hair and planted both heels on the bed.
“Mmm…” Tanjirou mewled, slowly gyrating deep inside him and both groaned at the feeling of Tanjirou’s cock sticking before unsticking off his wall.
“Shit…” Tanjirou half-whispered.
“O-ooOhh…” Kyoujurou heaved a shaky sigh.
Even after that second mini orgasm, his dick hadn’t come. Hunger burned in his veins; head delirious and full of lust. Even as Tanjirou reached up to squeeze his chest, it took Kyoujurou a while to realize as his brain had only thought about the spear he was sitting on. Kyoujurou pursed wet lips before loosening his knees and straightening up again.
Tanjirou shouted under him as Kyoujurou started to pull his hips and plowed down.
The motion picked up its pace soon, earning moans and gasps.
Tanjirou threw his head to the side, giving up on moving as he let Kyoujurou take his turn, impaling himself on Tanjirou’s angry red cock.
Kyoujurou shakily moved the fingers on his nipple and guided it to pinch, too non-verbal to tell.
Kyoujurou groaned at the pain.
Tanjirou’s pinch was no joke. Rough tabs pulled at the already hardened tip, nail chaffing the areola. Kyoujurou moaned at the afterburn and nestled his ass to the base before pulling up again.
He could stay like this, keep Tanjirou home and nestled between his heat as he took in the unintentionally rough treatment.
He could feel Tanjirou’s oblique muscles contracting between his thighs, his other free arm just hanging on the dip of Kyoujurou’s hip.
Kyoujurou wanted to eat Tanjirou whole and wanted Tanjirou to eat him whole too. He wanted to be so self-aware of his husband’s presence, his aura a compass.
Tanjirou scrunched his brows before his mouth opened like he was about to gag, a silent moan indicating his release. Kyoujurou kept his pace, gasps turning vocal and high.
“Kyoujurou-san, f-fuck, I’m com—coming inside.”
“Y-yeah, yeah…” Kyoujurou barely made out the word, sounded more like a moan as he felt the warmth spreading until small trails ran down his thighs.
Even as Kyoujurou slowed down, shaking like the autumn leaves, Tanjirou stayed and it threw Kyoujurou to the edge.
He slumped forward, sobbing into Tanjirou’s ear. Kyoujurou’s body was still shaking as they stopped moving, low guttural moan escaped his tired wet mouth.
Full… full… he wanted to tell Tanjirou, wanted to cry out and continue as if they hadn’t done it for two hours.
Tanjirou was the first to move again, patting Kyoujurou’s tangled and disheveled hair while the other hand pressed a hot palm against Kyoujurou’s lower tummy.
Kyoujurou hummed as Tanjirou continued to massage him, legs finally following his brain as he slid his weight off of him. He could feel the wetness.
He imagined Tanjirou eating his cum out, emptying to fill him up again.
He snorted, internally cursing his horny hindbrain and ignoring Tanjirou's questioning hum.
Kyoujurou only kissed his lips, earning a gentle smile. Kyoujurou breathed in the sex-scented room before he nuzzled his nose to Tanjirou’s, “ha—”
He cleared his throat before he started again, “Happy birthday, Kamado Boy.”
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