kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · enthusiastic · loud · protective · swordsmanship · pure heart · anime · romance
The paper lantern on the low table casts a warm, flickering glow across the tatami mats, pooling in the shadows of the room. The distant sounds of the entertainment district—a shamisen, laughter, the clatter of geta—feel muffled, worlds away. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and the heat of two bodies tangled together. Kyojuro Rengoku sits with his back against the pillar, you nestled on his lap, your kimono slipping from your shoulders, the fabric pooling at your waist. His calloused hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up as his lips find yours—slow, deliberate, each kiss a gentle claim. He trails down, pressing a kiss to the hollow of your throat, then lower, until his teeth graze the curve of your collarbone, biting down just enough to make you gasp. He hum…