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Sunlight filters into the room in small, rolling waves as the curtains dance in the morning breeze. The last blue hues of night are just beginning to fade when you crack your eyes open to peek at what time it might be. You realize that to do so, you'll have to move from where you're comfortably tucked into Gyoumei's side and abandon your mission almost immediately. A few more minutes of being under his arm is as perfect as you think life can get. Everything else just melts away.
You adjust to look up at him, craning your neck in the process. He looks peaceful. His normally worried expression is nowhere to be found. You enjoy this quiet moment where he can simply exist beside you with no business to attend besides his own needs. Not a demon slayer. Certainly not a Hashira. Just…Gyoumei. Relaxed amongst a mountain of pillows and blankets that have been hand curated at your request, though he's never complained.
He had come home late, you're sure of it. You remember falling asleep alone, like you have so many nights when he's been out on a hunt. It's always difficult. You've grown accustomed to tossing and turning for hours. The worst part is the nightmares, but you can't bring yourself to mention them. He'd fret until he was blue in the face if you let him. He has the weight of the world on his shoulders. You don't pity him, but you don't seek to add to his ever-growing responsibilities if you can help it.
You recall his return in the middle of the night. The sound of the door sliding open ever so softly as he entered, hoping to avoid waking you. But you've been living with a Hashira for some time now. A gust of wind is enough to startle you back to consciousness nowadays. Once you heard the sound of footfalls, once you knew it was him, you had proceeded to drift somewhere between the realm of wake and sleep, waiting for his company. It took quite some time. His wind down process is methodical, practiced. Clean the stench of demons from his skin, pray, then change before settling in.
It hadn't been until he'd slipped into bed behind you, strong arms wrapping around your midriff, lips pressing against the nape of your neck, that you drifted off again. When he was with you, you slept soundly. When he was with you, you had no reason to doubt your safety. The Stone Hashira would protect you to his dying breath, and you him.
Now, once more in the waking world, things seem far less dire than your sleepy dramatics had made them seem. He doesn't need to protect you here in your bed. Just love you. That's all you'll ever ask of him, and you'll always return it tenfold.
Focusing on the soft rise and fall of his chest almost makes you doze off again. Before you can, you find yourself getting restless. Nearly three days have gone by without him. You want nothing more than to rouse him to spend time with him, but you fight with the logical part of your brain that knows he needs his sleep. What kind of partner would you be if you woke him selfishly for his company?
Ever so slowly, you peel yourself away from his body, careful not to jostle him enough to wake him. Surprisingly, he doesn't move an inch. He's out cold with no indicator of waking. A rarity for a Hashira, much less Gyoumei.
Scooting to the edge of the bed gives you the freedom to stretch your aching muscles and stand. The chill of the day bites you to the bone instantly, easily bypassing your thin nightgown and making its way straight to your core. A wayward shiver has you looking back toward the bed, seriously debating if you want to return to the covers and force yourself to sleep a few more hours.
What you see warms you more than any blanket can.
Gyoumei is hard, his cock creating a visible bulge. He's always been big, so being able to see it through the blankets is no surprise.
Your mouth goes dry.
There have been several times that one of you has woken the other with heated kisses or heavy petting. Gyoumei will have no issues with you touching him or…using him. He's said as much before, even if neither of you has taken it upon yourself to act on it. You've never found yourself in the position to do so until…well, now.
After all, you've missed him so much. His warmth. The taste of him. The impossible stretch of him filling you. The very thought makes liquid heat pool in your abdomen.
Perhaps it won't wake him.
Removing the duvet cautiously, he does little more than sigh in his sleep. You're in luck and find that he's wearing nothing more than a pair of loose fitting pants. It'll make things far less complicated. Far more straightforward.
Crawling up his body is more difficult a task than one would think, though. His height is always taken into consideration, but he's also broad. Everywhere. His thighs are corded thick with muscle, and though you have plenty of pleasant memories riding them to completion, you have to widen your legs a fair bit to be able to slide yourself toward his cock.
Next, you situate your knees on either side of his hips. Doing so makes your own legs shake with exertion, normally accustomed to being able to settle fully in his lap like this. You admittedly miss the feeling of large hands running up your sides to steady you.
Wearing your nightgown makes things far quicker. With nothing underneath when you sleep (a fact Gyoumei has come to love), the biggest hurdle now is untying his pants and sliding the waistband down just enough to get what you want. Once more, you look up at his face to gauge whether or not he's noticed you. With no change in sight, you undo the strings with ease before slipping them down to find your prize.
You think you hear a soft snore and have to stifle your laughter by biting your lower lip.
His cock slips free, resting heavily against his lower stomach. It never fails to amaze you just how large he is. The first time you slept together had been a struggle, but you're well accustomed and more than eager nowadays. As you reach out to wrap your hand around it, it twitches in your grasp. Your anticipation only grows, excited to feel it do the same inside you.
There's no need to prep him beyond a few gentle strokes to make sure he's fully hard. You, on the other hand, know that you need to take it nice and slow. It won't be too difficult, you're already soaked at the mere sight of him dozing so serenely beneath you, despite how his body reacts. If he were awake you might even be a bit embarrassed about your reaction to getting off on using him in such a taboo way.
But he isn't, and he doesn't stir as you rub your cunt up and down the length of him. The friction on your clit makes you whimper as you tease yourself. But your patience is thin because you're worked up beyond belief. It only takes a quick adjustment for you to sink down on the tip of his cock. It draws the first low moan from your throat asyou throw your head back in pleasure. You just barely have sense enough to cover your mouth with the back of your free hand to stifle the noise.
Each inch goes agonizingly from there. If you go too fast, you risk waking him. If you don't go fast enough, you may go insane before you have the chance to finish.
You're only halfway down, staring at the ceiling while your legs tremble, when you hear Gyoumei's breath hitch.
You gasp out in surprise, clenching around him and sliding down the last of his length until you're fully seated. As your gaze snaps back to him, you have to lean forward to catch yourself by placing both hands on his stomach lest you fall forward. It's all decidedly not subtle. His brows furrowing in his sleep is the only warning you get before he adjusts, lifting his hips and you in the process.
This time, you manage to successfully bite back your yelp. The movement pushes him impossibly deeper. It feels too good. You need more. Something. Anything.
Keeping your hands braced on his midriff is your best option. Besides, you love the solid muscles rippling under your palms as you begin grinding yourself down on his cock. You start at an unhurried pace, taking your time to enjoy the coil of arousal in your abdomen build over each roll of your hips. With Gyoumei, you've never felt the need to perform, but this is still different. It's using his body for purely your own pleasure, and it feels so intrinsically risque that you can't put it into words how hot it makes you.
The only downside you run into is the fact that you can't be loud. With Gyoumei's lack of sight, you've become a very vocal lover. You adore moaning, whimpering…screaming. It excites your partner in ways you can't offer visually. Every breath, every sigh. He knows your body like an extension of his own just by the noises you make.
You lower your head this time and close your eyes, rutting against him desperately searching for your climax. You're panting and writhing, but your partner hasn't moved an inch. In fact, you're finding it a bit odd. He hasn't tried adjusting again despite your weight in his lap or the fact that you've been riding him for a few minutes.
When you open your eyes, you gasp, pausing in your ministrations.
His eyes are open now, gazing at you sleepily. You know he can't see you, but he does, in his own way. You notice his breathing, though more controlled than yours, is coming in heavy puffs. When you stop, his hips jerk in search of friction and he blinks in confusion.
"You didn't finish," he says simply.
"You're awake," you practically squeak out, feeling like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "How long?"
"I assume since I've been all the way inside you, my dear."
"You're not upset?"
"Upset?" His hands move to softly run up your thighs and find your hips. The movement makes you rock your hips subconsciously, making both of you sigh out in pleasure. "Why would I be upset to be woken up to this?"
As if to punctuate his desire, one of his thumbs stretches out to find your clit. He rubs one firm circle around it to gauge your reaction. You're just happy to be able to moan openly before responding to him.
"You might think I was just…using you."
"If this is what you want, you may use me whenever you please," he says earnestly, beginning to coax you into moving again with the firm grip he has on you. "As many times as you please. Until the sun sets in the east and rises in the west."
"Is that so? I don't know that you or I will ever live to see that, love," you tease, placing your hands over his where they rest on your body.
"Then I suppose we will just have to continue until the day it happens."
Once you've taken control of riding him again, he releases your hips. You know what he wants. It's what he craves whenever you make love.
You twine your fingers through his to hold his hands, and he extends his arms out for you to stabilize yourself. His support allows you to quicken your pace exponentially, going from a soft roll of your hips to a feverish grind. Now that he's awake, you can also let all of his favorite sounds spill from your lips.
"I missed you," you whine, nearing your orgasm much sooner than you would have liked now that he is fully with you.
"A sin I seek to remedy starting now," he rumbles, squeezing your hands in his, encouraging you to continue.
"Will you cum with me?" You ask in a small voice, fearful it sounds like a ridiculous request.
"Always."
He smiles up at you and takes this opportunity to begin meeting your movements. It's abundantly clear that this particular session is all about you. He doesn't speed up, doesn't request you to lift or bounce on him. Your bodies bump and grind together intimately in such a way that it hurts your heart in just the right way.
To neither of your surprise, a few stray tears fall from the corners of Gyoumei's eyes as he smiles up at you.
"I love you," you remind him. Over and over. "I love you, I love you, I love you…"
Your words devolve into a litany of gasps as you tumble over the edge. You let go of his hands so you can fall forward, head on his chest as you cum, pussy tightening around him enough to make him moan aloud.
One of his arms wraps around you to hold you as close as possible while the other moves to your ass. He finally moves just enough to thrust once, twice, and then bury himself deep inside you as he cums with a breathless groan of your name. You wish you could hear such a beautiful noise every day. Perhaps you'll try to strive for such a thing. 'Whenever you please' may be a blessing or a curse for the Stone Hashira. You'll find out together.
For now, the two of you bask in the afterglow for quite some time. His cock softens and slips out of you, making a mess in his lap and across your thighs. Neither of you cares to move and clean it quite yet. That would require ending the post sex cuddles you've both come to covet.
"Is it too late to say good morning?" You finally ask, playfully nuzzling your face into his neck.
"A perfect morning may be more apt," he chuckles.
You can't help but agree.