Inotan / Tanino Oneshots

Eroticism Pt. 2

READ THE FIRST PART FIRST OR ELSE YOU'LL PROBABLY BE CONFUSED

Nobody's POV

Tanjiro's words register in Inosuke's chest after a few moments.

"..What?" His smile fading into a worried, trembling grimace.

"Don't pretend you didn't hear me." Tanjiro mutters, leaning down into Inosuke's ear. His chest rises and falls quickly- flushed and bashful. Tanjiro pulls away, watching Inosuke resume in his whimpering. "So?" he finishes, his voice falling down to a flirtatious flat tone. Inosuke's eyes fly open.

"H. . .Huh?" Inosuke's desire seeps through his skin rapidly, heating the air around them exponentially. "But I thought-"

"Thought what?" Tanjiro cuts him off.

". . . Forget it" He looks away sheepishly, chest heaving as his legs involuntarily shut. Tanjiro's smile rises once more.

"You're trying a bit too hard to seem innocent,," he leans down into his ear "I already know how bad you want this." Inosuke's breath falters, breaking its heavy pattern in exchange for a choked whimper, his mouth trembling once more as his eyes shut instinctively. Tanjiro can't help but swoon a bit.

Tanjiro's fingertips move down once more to caress Inosuke's stuttering thigh, he can't do much but strain in response- the handcuffs cutting into his wrists harshly once more as he regains his senses. 

Tanjiro lights Inosuke's lust on fire- burning through his body intensely with every passing fingertip alongside his soft kisses. Tanjiro's lips brush against his porcelain neck like a fire rekindling on his skin. Each peck leaving Inosuke's body craving for more endless bouts of heat- wracking through his body like harsh waves, pounding over his windpipe, leaving him a heaving mess. Every single nerve is lit on fire- his fingertips leaving burning trails.

Inosuke's head tilts back- giving into the fire as Tanjiro takes full control. His hands grab at his waist- making purchase at the rough- scarred skin. A small huff escapes from Inosuke's chest as the redhead almost giggles.

"You know.." he trails, building Inosuke's anticipation, "with these handcuffs on you, I could really do anything I wanted.." Tanjiro finishes, lidding his eyes to stare heavily at Inosuke's bare thighs, moving down more. Inosuke shudders- feeling utterly defenseless but. . . excited. 

He can't place his finger on the feeling as Tanjiro continues to massage the inside of his thighs, making him jerk every now and then- feeling his erection building back up. 

Tanjiro's rough hands find themselves trailing back to his erection, grazing along the shaft. Inosuke's back arches softly, ever-so-subtly blushing, looking down to see Tanjiro's smug smile as his hairs start falling over his scarred forehead. Tanjiro suddenly- but carefully- takes a hold of Inosuke's dick, making him whimper loudly- choking back a moan that was building in his chest. Tanjiro can't help but blush and smile in amusement.

"Cute. ." Tanjiro mutters under his breath as he lightly squeezes the base of Inosuke's cock before stroking it slowly. His crimson eyes slowly moving down to where his fingers previously were. A smirk makes its way across his face.

"I- nnh- don't k-know what you're d-doing but you better n-nha-t get any ideas Tontaro!" He whisper-shouts as he slurs and whimpers his words out, making Tanjiro's head spin intoxicatingly; knowing that only he can make Inosuke lose his composure so easily making him gasp in excitement. 

Tanjiro is- in fact- getting ideas.

His pulls down his underwear- pulling his dick out. Inosuke gasps- a tad startled.