Inotan / Tanino Oneshots

Good lawd

No POV because ahha no

On their usual day of traveling to their next assignment, the three demon slayers were bored, and hungry. Usually at least one of them would have food but not this time.

Inosuke was, needy. He was complaining on and on about how hungry he was and the other two were tired of it so they stopped. At this village they were going past there was a bar, this was the only place to eat or drink so it was alright, besides, they were adults now.

They step inside the bar and it's quite crowded, sunset is within around 30 minutes so that about how much time they had between eating and making it to their actual destination.

Hurried, Tanjiro ordered a bit of food for the three to take and the person at the counter offered them drinks.

Tanjiro, being who he is, politely declined saying that were just passing by and had somewhere to be. What he didn't know, was that Inosuke was bored of the normal routine and thought he should spice it up a bit, getting drinks for the three of them.

"So what'd you get us?" Zenitsu questioned him.

"Oh just some udon." Tanjiro replied, calmly pulling out his stool so he can take a seat.

Inosuke came back and sat down with their drinks, grinning.

"What are those?" Tanjiro then asked, obviously suspicious of him because of his smirk.

"Oh just drinks, it's fine." Inosuke then answered, seemingly annoyed.

Tanjiro sighed, "Sure I guess I'll trust you."

Later that night :)

Anyway so Inosuke fucking lied. The three men are drunk, very much so. Zenitsu is watching over Nezuko in another room and Inosuke and Tanjiro are in another.

Tanjiro was fast asleep, comfortably laying on the bed not worrying about anything else.

Inosuke on the other hand, was curious. Looking over Tanjiro's sleeping form looking in attention to Tanjiro's shoulders, the dip of his waist and how it goes up so easily to his wide hips.

Inosuke began to explore his curiosity, placing his hand on Tanjiro's peck as he faces toward him. His hand dips to his abs through his shirt, caressing him carefully.

His pale hands rise as he fondles Tanjiro's hip, moving back to touch the softness of his ass. He gently bites his lip, feeling as though he's holding his breath as he slowly moves his hand down, feeling up Tanjiro's thighs.

A small flutter of Tanjiro's eyes opening immediately startled the still intoxicated Inosuke.

"What're you doing. .?" Tanjiro asks softly, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

"Nothing much. ." Inosuke replies shortly. Tanjiro raises his eyebrow, matching his visible confusion.

"Why is your hand on my thigh?" Tanjiro asks, his cheeks slowly flushing in realization.

"No reason. ." Inosuke replies, continuing to push Tanjiro down to move his hand between Tanjiro's plush thighs.

Tanjiro's face flushes as a conflicted realization hits him, they're in a room together, and Inosuke is touching him.

His conflicted feelings get completely washed away as he melts into Inosuke's dominant touch. Tanjiro's thighs subconsciously part, opening the view to his underwear.

Inosuke just continues blushing in a dazed awe as his hands wrap around the sensitive inside of the other man's thighs. Tanjiro bites his lip as Inosuke's hand moves softly, rubbing Tanjiro's semi-erect dick through his undergarments.