ooc
female obanai
smutt
The first droplets of rain kissed the dusty cobblestone streets of the ancient city, sending a faint scent of earth and wet stone wafting through the air. Giyuu, his sword at his side, walked with a purposeful stride, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. His mission was clear: find and eliminate the demon lurking in the night. His heart raced with the thrill of the hunt, but his mind remained sharp, ready for whatever the night had in store.
Turning a corner, Giyuu spotted a flicker of movement. His instincts took over, and he sprinted towards the alleyway, his adrenaline spiking. The figure that emerged was not what he expected—it was Obanai, his fellow Demon Slayer, looking equally tense and battle-ready. The rain grew heavier, soaking through their clothes, molding them to their muscular frames. The water mixed with the sweat that already coated their bodies from the intense heat of the day.
"What are you doing here, Giyuu?" Obanai asked, his voice gruff and suspicious. His eyes narrowed as he studied Giyuu, searching for any signs of weakness or deceit."The same as you, I suspect," Giyuu replied, his voice steady despite the racing of his heart. "I received a report of a demon nearby."
Their eyes locked in a silent challenge, the tension between them palpable. They were comrades, bound by their duty to protect the innocent, but also by a rivalry that pushed them to be the best. The rain grew heavier, the sound of it hitting the cobblestones echoing through the deserted alley.
Suddenly, Obanai's expression changed. His eyes softened, and his posture relaxed. "We're both soaked to the bone," he said, his tone dropping to a murmur. "Let's find shelter and rest for a bit."
Giyuu nodded in agreement, and they moved into a nearby abandoned building, the door creaking on its hinges as they entered. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the cracks in the walls. They found a relatively dry spot in the corner and sat down, their breathing heavy from the exertion of the chase.
The air grew thick with something other than the scent of rain and dust. It was a charge of something unspoken, something that had been simmering beneath the surface for a long time. Giyuu looked at Obanai, who returned his gaze with a hunger that was unmistakable. They had been dancing around their feelings for too long, and the confines of the damp room seemed to amplify their desire.
Without a word, Giyuu leaned in and captured Obanai's lips in a fierce kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of years of pent-up lust and longing, of nights spent together on the hunt, their bodies close but never touching in this way. Obanai responded eagerly, his hands fisting in Giyuu's hair as he pulled him closer.
Their clothes were discarded in a hurry, the fabric sticking to their wet skin as they pulled away from each other only long enough to remove the barriers between them. Giyuu's eyes roamed over Obanai's naked form, taking in the lean muscles and the delicate pattern of his tattoos.
Obanai's eyes, however, were drawn to Giyuu's cock, standing proud and hard against his stomach. He licked his lips, his eyes dark with desire. Giyuu could see the need in them, and he knew what was about to happen next.
Giyuu's hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it slowly as Obanai watched. The other man's breath hitched, and he leaned forward, unable to resist the temptation. He took Giyuu into his mouth, the heat and wetness of it making Giyuu's eyes roll back in his head.
The sound of Obanai's moaning filled the room as Giyuu began to fuck his mouth, setting a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. Giyuu knew that Obanai could handle more, but he wanted to savor this moment, to make it last as long as possible.
