Demon Slayer The Wind's bellow

Our First Night (Warning: Sex Scenes)

Sanemi POV

Sanemi sat among the Hashira, but the boisterous atmosphere felt far away. Tengen's laughter rang through the room as he regaled them with tales of his many wives. "You see, the secret to keeping them all happy is knowing exactly how to please them!" he declared, a grin plastered across his face. The others laughed, but Sanemi could only feel a tightening in his chest.

His thoughts drifted to Kanae, the warmth of her presence lingering in his mind. He recalled the softness of her skin, the way her hair would fall over her face when she laughed, images that brought a smile to his lips, yet a shadow of frustration loomed over him. We're married, yet we haven't... The realization struck him harder than he expected. They had not crossed that threshold, despite their deep bond.

"Oi, Sanemi!" Rengoku's voice jolted him from his thoughts. "You look like you've seen a ghost! Or are you just planning your next big fight?"

Sanemi shot him a glare, but his heart wasn't in it. The laughter of his comrades faded as his mind lingered on what he and Kanae had yet to explore together. "What's with that distant look?" Giyuu asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

"Is it about training?" Gyomei added, leaning forward slightly.

"More like something more personal," Obanai interjected, his smirk visible even through his mask. "I can see it in your eyes. It's about Kanae, isn't it?"

"Shut it!" Sanemi snapped, but even he could feel the heat creeping up his neck. They were right; he couldn't deny it. His thoughts flickered to the many moments shared with Kanae, where they lay side by side, the quiet intimacy between them charged with unspoken words.

"Come on, man! Just admit it!" Tengen teased. "When it comes to the women you love, you've got to take that step. No one's expecting you to take on a demon. Just take on your wife!"

Sanemi's heart raced at the thought, an unsettling mix of embarrassment and desire swirling within him. How had he let this linger? "It's not like that," he muttered, yet his flushed face betrayed him.

"Right," Rengoku said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "You've got it all wrong if you think love isn't powerful. It can set your soul ablaze!"

"Exactly!" Tengen added, chuckling. "When you finally decide to take that plunge, be gentle. It's the first time that truly matters!"

Laughter echoed around him, but Sanemi's thoughts were elsewhere. He pictured Kanae's soft skin, her laughter.

"Whatever," he mumbled, crossing his arms defensively. But his heart was racing with the need to change that. The longing was there, a tempest brewing within him that he could no longer ignore. It was time to embrace it, to find a way to bridge the gap that had lingered too long.

As he glanced around the room, their laughter ringing in his ears, he felt a newfound resolve. No more waiting. I need to talk to Kanae.

(Holy crap, I don't know how to write a scene like this lmao)

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The air in the room was thick with an awkward tension that neither Kanae nor Sanemi seemed able to break. They were seated on the floor of Kanae's modest living space, a few cushions strewn about and the gentle glow of a lantern casting warm light around them. It felt intimate, but the subject matter they were about to tackle hung heavily between them.

Sanemi rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of pink as he avoided Kanae's gaze. "So, um... we should probably talk about... you know," he stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the heat rising in his face.