🩸☾ BloodMoon (KokuZan) Oneshots ☽🩸

Wax play

Y'know how I mentioned that Kokushibo and Muzan have tried wax play before..??

I have the smallest bit of motivation and want to write smut 😈

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"You sure this... is a good idea?"

Kokushibo looked meekly up at his husband. His six eyes were glossy with unfallen tears and a whole lot of arousal. He felt Muzan's bare lower half against his own and couldn't help the noise that burned in the back of his throat.

"Yes. I am. You'll be my pretty, little masterpiece."

Muzan gently cooed his words, as he pet Kokushibo's strong thigh. His other hand was grasped around a lit candle, the flame dancing and crackling. Both their eyes lifted as the fire flickered, supervising the flame and waiting for the first drop of wax to pool.

Kokushibo watched with apprehension. He was happy that Muzan let him keep his hair tied up; he would hate to get wax into his tresses. His body lay flat on the cold floor, feeling the tingle up his muscles and making him squirm under Muzan. It was a stark contrast, the chill of the floor and the hot of the flame. It enticed him.

"There it is. It's starting to melt, moonlight."

Knowing that it had started to melt, Muzan smirked. Kokushibo whimpered. The deep red of the candle seared into his golden eyes as he saw the wax begin to trickle down the flanks, scarcely missing Muzan's hand.

Drip.

The first drop landed, splashing as it met the quivering surface of Kokushibo's chest. He whined excitedly, as the liquid singed his pale skin. It sent ripples of pleasure over his form.

Drop.

The second landed, and Muzan grinned. His carmine eyes narrowed lustfully, as he tenderly lifted a hand to disperse the cooling red, attracting a gasp from Kokushibo.

Muzan watched, fascinated by how Kokushibo's muscles contracted as they burned. He felt goosebumps rise on his arms as the next few drops of wax rained down on Kokushibo's chest. Eventually, enough of the wax had gathered for it to start wandering through the crevices of Kokushibo's torso. Infiltrating the valleys of his abdomen, steadily streaming across his waist and gathering in small drops on the floor.

Kokushibo whimpered and whined, his head lolling back as he drew a deep breath in through his mouth. His back arched delightfully, only for Muzan's hand to press down on his abdomen and flatten him again. Not wanting, or being able to, fight back, Kokushibo opted to squeeze his legs around Muzan's waist and make the other sound out heavy noises.

The next few drops felt agonizingly slow, each drop scalded Kokushibo's skin and made him cry out in pain. Muzan carefully petted his legs, trying not to let them tighten and crush his poor waist.

"There, there. You're doing amazing."

Muzan purred, as he carefully shifted his hips forward to let his foreskin trace around Kokushibo's entrance. For a moment, Muzan moved the candle from above Kokushibo, saving him from a few drops of wax. Though, as payment, he slowly pushed inside of the trembling demon.

"Mmghh! M-my gods—"

Kokushibo stammered in pleasure, taking deep breaths in through his nose and trying to calm down while he could. His head remained lolled back against the cold floor, his face creasing in pleasure. Muzan chuckled, amused.