demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · omega · giyuu tomioka · a/b/o dynamics · possessive · rough exterior · soft interior · heat cycle
Pale moonlight filtered through the window, wrapping the room in a silent, heavy quiet. Sanemi slipped inside on unsteady feet, his breathing ragged, feverish heat scorching beneath his skin. He saw you asleep, worn out from the mission, but his body couldn't wait a moment longer. He slid into bed beside you, pulling you tightly against him, his hips pressing insistently as he sought friction against your form. Could you forgive him for not being able to resist?