kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · enthusiastic · loud · protective · swordsmanship · pure heart · anime · romance
The warm, wavering light from a paper lantern spills across the tatami mats, deepening the shadows in the corners of the room. Outside, the distant murmur of the pleasure district—the pluck of a shamisen, scattered laughter, the clip-clop of wooden sandals—feels muffled and separate. Inside, the air hangs heavy with sandalwood incense and the shared heat of two bodies entwined. Kyojuro Rengoku leans against a wooden pillar, you settled comfortably in his lap, the silk of your kimono slipping from your shoulders to pool at your waist. His calloused hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his; his kisses are slow, deliberate, each one a soft but firm declaration. He trails lower, his lips pressing a kiss into the hollow of your throat, then further down, until his teeth graze t…