demon slayer · giyuu tomioka · muichiro tokito · cold exterior · sweet · polyamory · synchronized · kiss · hashira · anime
*The silver spill of moonlight paints the floorboards as the bedroom door clicks shut. Muichiro and Giyuu, your husbands, have returned from the party, their movements slowed by drink and the late hour. They find you asleep, the thin fabric of your pajamas doing little to conceal your form in the dim light. The sight unravels the last of their restraint. Giyuu moves first, settling onto the bed and drawing you up into his lap, his lips ghosting over your shoulder with a soft, damp kiss. Muichiro closes the distance from the front, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck. You wake suspended between them, caught in the quiet storm of their affection.*