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“Resting between missions is essential!” Tengen always preaches.
Demon slayers, Hashira especially, have limited opportunities to sleep between slaying, training, and searching for the Twelve Kizuki. As a former shinobi, The Sound Hashira fares better than many of his peers and can go sleepless for days without the slightest drop in skill. He'll only make time for short naps if he’s safe enough. Hunting without rest fazes Tengen little at this stage in life, considering he’s been a nocturnal person for the better part of a decade.
And yet, whenever he gets the chance, Tengen loves to sleep. His thoughts are finally quiet, and the world is still if only for a few minutes. His favorite naps are those he's able to go home for; the ones where the infamous god of flamboyance crashes onto his bed (not some log or dirty inn), coaxes his wives into resting with him, and sleeps as if Muzan isn’t trying to hunt them to extinction. His girls ‘coo’ and ‘aww’ at him when he demands cuddles, but he rests easiest with the loves of his life wrapped around him, the light pressure on his chest alleviating all of his worries. He cherishes every moment with them, whether he’s awake or not.
Thankfully he gets the chance to enjoy one of those naps this evening. Having returned from a mission in the early hours of the morning, the four of them ate, bathed, and used the daylight hours as a rare rest day. Tengen wanted his girls to get a head start on their two-day break, and his wives wanted him to relax a little before he goes on a string of Hashira-only missions.
Which means the Sound Hashira gets to partake in his second favorite pastime!
Instead of sleeping on the outside like he usually does, Tengen decides to reward himself, resting soundly with Suma on his chest while Hinatsuru and Makio snuggle into his sides. Hinatsuru and Makio each rest an arm limp across Suma’s back, essentially trapping Tengen in the center of the bed. Not the most ideal position for an always-on-call demon slayer, but he can’t find it in himself to care this evening. It’s the most comfortable rest he’s had in weeks. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t enjoy it.
The afternoon passes by slowly, and Hinatsuru wakes from their nap first, remaining as still as possible to enjoy the peaceful view of her husband and wives in the golden hue of the sunset. She looks at them lovingly before slowly removing her arm from Suma’s back and shuffling out of bed to prepare dinner. As soon as she moves, Tengen notices, tightening his grip on her waist and refusing to let go. She giggles softly at him as he sleepily kisses her forehead, seemingly sinking deeper into the bed as he ignores the setting sun.
“Tengen?” Hinatsuru whispers, “You know you have to wake up soon.”
Tengen grumbles at her before turning away, accidentally stirring Makio out of her sleep. She wakes slowly, leaning over to kiss a sleeping Suma’s forehead and kissing Tengen on the lips before even opening her eyes. He responds sleepily before breaking the kiss and drifting back to sleep.
Makio looks over at Hinatsuru, surprised to see the woman awake and still in bed. She reaches out to grab her hand, softly smiling as she entwines their fingers.
“I tried to get out of bed, but our dear husband wouldn’t let me leave.”
Makio laughs and looks at Tengen. She has half a mind to fall back asleep with him, but the sunset means Tengen is due to leave soon. Makio releases Hinatsuru’s hand and leans down to trail kisses up to Tengen’s ear, giggling when he groans at her.
“Tengen. It’s time to wake up.”
Tengen turns his head away from her and huffs. “Don’t wanna.”
Makio scoffs, unsurprised but still peeved by his nature. When Tengen actually does sleep, he’s incredibly stubborn when it’s time to wake up.
“Quit acting like Suma.”
“Suma has the right idea sometimes.” Tengen retorts, voice slowing as he drifts back into sleep.
Makio laughs lightly as she takes in Tengen’s disheveled appearance: his messy hair and open yukata revealing his sculpted chest down to his abdomen. Were Suma not resting so soundly on top of him, she’d wake him up by straddling his waist and kissing him, hands in his hair and chest pressed closely to his. Waking Tengen up gently and lovingly is always nice and often makes her heart swell, but on days like these when he needs a little more motivation…
Forget soft. Makio has a much better idea.
Makio turns her attention to Suma, leaning over to nip at the skin on her neck. Suma hums softly at the delightful wake-up call.
“Babeee, wake up.”
Makio barely allows Suma to lift her head before kissing her passionately. She swipes her tongue across Suma’s lips, slowly parting her lips as Suma gasps in response. Suma sits up fully, straddling Tengen’s waist as Makio moves a hand to fondle Suma’s breasts. She moans into Makio’s mouth, rolling her hips over her husband’s length only to halt when Tengen inhales deeply. Makio breaks their kiss and watches as Tengen scrunches his eyebrows and exhales, settling back into sleep. Licking her lips, the fiery blonde turns her gaze back to her wives, excited to see a delightfully disheveled Suma and a now crimson Hinatsuru.
Makio praises herself; years since they’ve started being intimate and she still has them wrapped around her finger.
‘This is gonna be fun.’
“Girls, I have an idea.”
Safe in his sleep, Tengen can ignore the attempts of his girls trying to get him out of bed, of the responsibilities that will eventually drag him out into the waking world. If he’s lucky he can hide here, surrounded by warmth with butterflies dancing in his stomach. No nightmares, no demons, no whiny demon slayers. Just him, his wives, and whatever pleasant setting his mind can conjure up for a decent rest. In a good dream, he feels the love and comfort his wives bring him, or settles on a comforting memory of them. In great dreams, he fucks his wives and they fuck each other.
This time, he has a great dream.
Makio rides him slowly, head thrown back as she takes his cock. Suma and Hinatsuru whisper filth into his ear, describing everything they're going to do once Makio finishes. The girls know he loves being completely surrounded by them, by the sounds of lovemaking. The complete takeover of his senses turns him on just as much as anything. The sound of his girls, mischievous giggles, and heated whispers, becomes louder, steadily penetrating his dream, tugging on his consciousness. He starts to rock his hips, moving his hands to Makio’s waist when Suma moans in his ear.
“Mmmm. Lord Tengen tastes so good.”
Wait...that sounds real.
“What the?” Tengen’s pleasure-fogged mind slowly drags him into consciousness, and he’s greeted with the best possible sight: All three of his wives settled between his spread legs, naked while licking and suckling his cock. His legs are positioned wide enough to accommodate them, Hinatsuru and Suma hanging on his thighs while Makio enjoys her place in the center, each enjoying their share.
'Don’t let this be another dream. Please don’t let this be a dream.'
Tengen’s mouth hangs open until they notice him and giggle, warm breaths passing over his sensitive length. The girls barely acknowledge they’ve been caught and opt to ignore him in favor of continuing their worship. Tengen stares as he watches Hinatsuru trail kisses down to the base while Makio and Suma alternate between suckling his length and ghosting their lips over each other.
Tengen gasps and bucks his hips, nearly knocking them off. “Holy shit.”
“You wouldn’t wake up.” Makio pouts, mischief gracing her features. “We figured it’d be okay if we started the fun without you.”
Tengen throws his head against the pillows, eyes falling closed. “I’ll sleep in every day if I get this. Fuck.”
His yukata is open, exposing him to the cool air of the evening while his girls pleasure him. The breeze and the heated gaze they watch him with cause Tengen to shiver, and the girls watch him closely as their tongues wrap around him, loving his reaction as much as the taste. Makio releases his tip and Suma takes full advantage, nearly choking on him to force his length deep down her throat. Hinatsuru smiles at her eagerness, flicking a nipple on her breast.
“Come on, babe,” Hinatsuru coos, “you have to share.”
Suma releases Tengen with a pop as she whines, looking up at Tengen with big blue eyes as if he might rule in her favor. He takes in her body; creamy skin and pert breasts, trailing his gaze down her perfect curves until he notices her rocking her hips onto the bed, a telltale sign of her arousal. Given that his cock is taken with Hinatsuru and Makio licking him from base to tip, Tengen spreads his leg wider to offer her another solution.
“Come on Suma. I’m right here for you to use.”
Suma eagerly accepts his invitation and straddles his thigh, wasting no time before rolling her hips to create the delicious friction she craved. Suma mewls and rubs herself against his leg, wetness quickly pooling and dripping down to the bed. Tengen reaches down to play with her clit and smirks at her, causing Suma to blush. She leans down to hide her face in his neck, panting and sucking at his pulse as she moves in time with the flicks of his thumb. Tengen tries to keep his eyes open to watch Makio and Hinatsuru lick up the cum leaking out his tip but Suma quickly takes over the rest of his senses by kissing him, sticking her tongue in his mouth.
Makio and Hinatsuru watch their performance closely, still focusing on licking him up and down when an idea takes root in Makio’s mind. Tengen tries his best to focus on their scheming whispers but can’t as Suma continues to kiss him. He lets out a frustrated grunt when Makio and Hinatsuru pull away from his cock completely, ruining the steady heat building in his stomach. Tengen jerks his hips to try and encourage at least one of his wives to resume, and the motion causes Suma to finally break their kiss with a whine. Tengen can hardly get a word out before he feels Makio lightly trails a hand up his inner thigh to Suma's backside. Suma lets out a startled gasp when Makio smacks her ass, causing her to settle into a faster pace atop his leg. Tengen groans, slowly opening his eyes to figure out what his other two wives were planning besides prolonging his torture.
“We haven’t forgotten about you, Tengen.” Makio laughs, licking the taste of him off her lips. “I think Hina may want to join Suma.”
With Makio’s encouragement, Hinatsuru straddles Tengen’s other thigh and grinds down, the friction causing Hinatsuru to jolt and moan. Tengen watches in awe as Hinatsuru bounces on the meat of his thigh, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her pace is slower, just how she likes it, wanting to savor the feeling of approaching her climax on his muscular thigh. Where Makio demands and Suma begs, Hinatsuru does neither, always willing to go slowly and even accepting teasing so long as it ends in her pleasure. Tengen sees her as just another one of his goddesses taking her pleasure from him in a way she sees fit, using him in a way he’ll gladly indulge until he finally meets his end.
Tengen catches her eye and the two smile at each other before Hinatsuru leans down to kiss him. Their lips move across each other, slowly, sweetly, until Hinatsuru continues to brush her lips down to his neck, content to place marks in spots Suma may have missed. Suma continues to ramble unintelligibly in one ear, but Hinatsuru moans clearly in his other. Truly, the Sound Hashira can’t think of a better noise in this entire universe. He grips Hinatsuru and Suma by their waists, looking down at a very focused Makio with a smile.
“Gorgeous. My gorgeous wives using me however they want. Fuck!”
Makio moans around his length and sucks him faster in response, jerking her head up and down. She makes a show of dragging her tongue up his length and swirling it around his tip, wrapping a small hand around his shaft and jerking him in time with Suma’s hips. Tengen moans loudly and throws his head back, leaving his neck exposed to Suma and Hinatsuru’s kisses and bites. Tengen moves to grab handfuls of Hinatsuru and Suma’s butts, trying hard to focus on the pleasure Makio’s giving him.
The Sound Hashira can barely contain himself: two wives grinding their pussies on his thighs, making a mess that drips down to the sheets, the third doing her best to suck him dry. Makio continuously brings him to the edge but refuses to push him over, all while Hinatsuru and Suma moan encouragements in his ear, begging him to make them come. The smell of sex flooding their sanctuary, the feel of skin on skin, and the gorgeous view of his wives pleasure him and themselves. And the sound of it all. Here he is in the midst of the best kind of sex, the kind that takes up every bit of your senses, and he hasn’t even moved.
‘Just like my dream. No. Better!’
Sitting up, Hinatsuru looks over her shoulder to watch Makio’s performance closely, eager to suck him off but desperate to cum first. Her breaths turn to short squeaks as she picks up her pace, turning back to lock eyes with Tengen as she fondles her breasts and rocks her hips harshly on his thigh. Tengen moves his hand from her bottom to her clit, knowing the telltale signs of his wife needing a little help to reach her climax. Even with everything going on around him, Tengen knows when to focus on the comfort of his wives.
“Already, Hina?” Tengen breathes. Hinatsuru nods in response, closing her eyes.
Tengen jerks his leg in time with her hips, rubbing her clit quickly with his thumb. He whispers more encouragement as Hina throws her head back and cries out as she cums, shaking and shuddering. Tengen thumbs her clit to help her prolong her orgasm, reveling in the cute little moans coming from her mouth. Hina’s rocking slows to a stop as she comes down from her high, breathless, and panting. She smiles at him, planting a soft kiss on his lips in thanks. Tengen watches her shakily dismount his thigh and move to make her appreciation known, kissing a trail along his abs before moving to join Makio.
Tengen nearly cums at this sight. Nothing could possibly top this moment-
“Uzui-san! It’s time to go!”
But there were definitely things that could ruin it.
Tengen groans softly, careful not to let out too much noise and give Kyojuro an idea of what he was interrupting.
‘No, Gods no! Off all the times for Kyojuro to show up.’
“Girls, H-hold on. Kyo-”
His girls apparently cared little about getting caught. Suma chooses that moment to moan loudly in his ear while Hinatsuru shifts over and takes him fully into her mouth, sucking hard as she could. Tengen is forced to hold in a shout as he tries to ground himself, using one hand to push Suma into his neck and the other to grip Hinatsuru’s hair; quickly remembering his friend is steps away from interrupting this.
“Fucking hell, girls, let me-”
Tengen hears Kyojuro come closer to the closed shoji, shadow reaching the bedroom. “Are you okay, Uzui-san? Can I come in?”
“Hold on! I’m getting ready and the girls aren’t…descent.” Makio laughs at him, fondling his balls in her hand as Hinatsuru continues to suck the life out of him. Suma bites his neck and speeds up her hips, eager to cum and uncaring of the predicament Tengen is in. Tengen, ever the caring husband, moves a finger down to Suma’s clit to try and hurry her climax along.
“Oh okay! Should I wait by the g-“
“Yes!” Tengen exclaims over Suma’s squeals as she gushes on his leg. “Wait by the gate, I'll be out in a minute.”
“Okay!” Kyojuro shouts. Tengen holds his breath as he focuses his hearing to make sure the Flame Hashira leaves, letting out a sigh of relief as the steps move closer to the entrance gate. The Sound Hashira then looks at his wives, all looking at him with innocent looks in their eyes.
“Of all the times for all three of you to act like this-”
Tengen’s wives laugh at him at that, a cynical noise that almost makes him think they would spoil their cover regardless of his recent efforts.
“We can stop," Makio starts, "but…”
“Lord Tengen doesn’t want that.” Suma coos in his ear. “Does he?”
“Of course I don’t but fuck, hurry up. I’ve been at the edge forever.”
Suma moves down to his crotch as the girls work him to his climax, knowing their time is short. Tengen shouts as he cums all over their faces and breasts, gripping the sheets tight enough to rip them. Tengen leans back and he can hear his wives coo at him as they continue to clean up his orgasm with their tongues. He opens his eyes to see his wives nipping and sucking at each other’s chests, licking each other clean of his cum. The view makes him desperately want to continue, but they’re not even sparing him a glance as they work on each other, leaving him breathless at the display.
“Fuck...What the fuck was that?”
Makio sucks Suma's nipple one more time before leaning over and placing a kiss on his tip. His cock twitches as he watches Suma move from Hinatsuru’s breast to kiss her slowly, panting in each other’s mouths. Makio smiles cheekily at him, knowing he wants more than time will allow.
““Let’s call it a pre-mission gift. Now, don’t you have a mission to get to?”
The sun’s fully set by the time Tengen makes his appearance, pissed but ultimately ready to go. He ends up making his preparations alone while his wives take off to the hot springs, giggling at his misfortune all the while. Out of courtesy for Rengoku’s time and the mission, he didn’t follow, despite being very interested in continuing what his girls started. The two demon slayers took off as soon as Tengen reached the gate, the Sound Hashira was content to brood in silence until Kyojuro finally spoke.
“So what made you all sleep in this late? You’re usually a light sleeper.”
“Ah. My exhaustion caught up to me. The girls tell me I need to watch out for my health more.”
“I’m glad!” Kyojuro exclaims. “You sounded unwell earlier, though. You look a little flushed too.”
Tengen waves him off. “I was just groggy. It’s no problem.”
Kyojuro smiles, bright as the sun. “Okay then! Hopefully this assignment-“
Tengen tunes Kyojuro out and breathes a sigh of relief. After hastily getting ready, he’s glad his friend only noticed that he was flushed and not the marks on his neck. Tengen’s lucky that his collar is high enough to hide the evidence of the true reason he was late, though it’s not like Suma didn’t try to make it look obvious. She loves leaving and bearing evidence of their escapades.
‘I didn’t even get to leave any marks myself. Fuck!’
As his thoughts return to his girls, he laments that he’s not with them now, paying them back for how they woke him up. He sighs as he imagines all the possibilities if he only had more time.
“I should’ve woken up sooner.”
Tengen’s too occupied to realize he said that out loud, but Rengoku agrees anyway.