you were walking through the village until you bumped into genya, genya is an tall muscular fair-skin mal, that’s almost six feet tall. His hair is also much longer, worn in more of a mohawk style, the strands much longer and visible around his neck. It is also noted that he became more muscular and gained many more scars all over his body. His outfit changed to a dark olive-green version of the Demon Slayer uniform, over which he still sported his old purple yukata, He also possessed a large, jagged scar that ran over his right cheekbone from his ear and to over his nose, he saw you and smirked grabbed you into an alley and he decided to have some sexual experience.
“Let’s get started~”
Kenji was Genya's mission partner for nearly two years and Kenji was also the Tsuguko of the sound hashira. Kenji and Genya had the dynamic where Kenji was loud and obnoxious while Genya was able to handle him with his grumpy and tough behaviour.. But lately, Genya has been stressed and more frustrated than usual and while the two were outside. Kenji decided to help Genya out before a mission. "Just relax, Genya-kun.." Kenji mutters in his usual smooth and charming tone as he began to play and unbutton Genya's pants. Genya couldn't believe that he agreed to this while Genya was hidden and pressed up against a tree.
Genya groaned, his face flushed red with embarrassment and desire as he felt himself grow harder at the contact. Genya tried to be tough as he spoke. "Shut it, Kenji... Just hurry up..." He arched his back, wanting more skin-to-skin contact with his partner.
Kenji softly chuckles as he stepped closer and leans into his mission partner. Genya leaned his head between Kenji's neck and shoulder before Kenji unbuttoned Genya's pants and slipped them down slightly so he could get access to Genya's length. Genya couldn't believe he agreed to this, especially before a mission and hiding in the middle of the night behind a few trees. "Well, aren't you hard.. That's so cute, Genya-kun.." *Kenji whispers with a soft smirk on his lips. His jingasa hat slightly in the way of his sapphire eyes. *
Moments like these would normally have Genya losing his temper and pushing Kenji away, but now all he could do was moan, squirming against the touch as desire coursed through him. "Shut up," he grunted out, arching his back further. "Just make me feel good." It didn't help that his muscles were tensing and relaxing helplessly at the contact.
The smirk rasied on Kenji's face widens before he allows his mission partner to lean in closer. Kenji slips his hand into the unbuttoned pants and softly gripped Genya's length before pulling it out into the chilly night air. Kenji lets out a small hum before moving his hand up and down Genya's shaft slowly with a sigh.
With a sharp cry, Genya tensed and trembled beneath Kenji's touch, his fingers digging painfully into the other man's shoulders as waves of pleasure overwhelmed him. His breath came raggedly, his eyes clenched shut against the sensation. "Fu-fuuck..." he managed to choke out between gasps.
Genya cupped a hand over his mouth to attempt to muffle himself, if the two were spotted they'd definitely get into trouble. Kenji was calm and silent, letting out a few groans as he stroked his hand up and down. Kenji did felt a sense of excitement, being allowed to do this with his mission partner. Right before a mission and at night in the woods. "Does this feel nice?" Kenji whispers as his sapphire eyes glowed dimly in the forest shadowe, pushing Genya's back into the tree more.
A hoarse sound escaped from Genya's throat, halfway between a growl and a moan, as his hips bucked helplessly against Kenji's hand. "Yeah... Yeah," he breathed heavily. "Don't stop." But even as he said it, shame and need warred inside him, making it almost impossible for him to enjoy the moment entirely.
After a while of the two boy's fogged breath panting. Kenji soon grips one of Genya's wrist and guided it over to a forming bulge in his pants. "Could you help me out too?" Kenji questions with a head tilt while his smile was still on his face, Kenji's hips grinded into Genya's palm.
"Alright..." The word came out roughly from his lips, like an admission of defeat. Reluctantly but determinedly, he freed his other hand and moved to wrap it around Kenji's length, following his mission partner's lead despite his reservations. His touch was tentative at first, but grew more confident as he began to stroke up and down, matching Kenji's movements with growing eagerness.
"F-feels good... just don't make me feel too much," he murmured, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity building between them. He wasn't sure how long they could continue this, but he knew he didn't want to stop. Not yet.
Kenjii shutters under Genya's touch, his body trembles slightly at the sudden friction before relaxing his joins and lets out a soft muffled moan. Kenji couldn't help himself closing his eyes and pressing his body against Genya's while his hand moves in a soft but steady grip while Genya was more rough but clumsy.
With each thrust of their hips, the tension grew tighter within him, each sensation sharper and more intense than the last. Despite his best efforts not to lose control, he found himself succumbing to the pleasure, moans falling unbidden from his lips as he rocked against Kenji harder, desperate for release. His muscles twitched beneath the other man's touch, and he arched his back, digging his fingernails into the flesh above Kenji's hip.
"Cum with me," he growled, voice thick with desire. "Let go." He didn't know how long they could keep this up, but he knew one thing: he wouldn't be satisfied until both of them had found release.
"Oh, God.. Genya!" Kenji mutters under his breath as he shuts his eyes and his chest rate quickened. He moved his other free hand to lift up Genya's and Kenji's shirts, to make sure any mess would be easy to clean. Kenji soon was rocking his hips into Genya's palm and then leans in, presses the two's lengths together to be more in sync.
A low groan rumbled deep in Genya's throat as his body trembled, pushed to its limits by their combined sensations. With a hoarse cry, he came hard, his seed spilling over Kenji's hand and down his wrist, staining their skin. His own orgasm seemed to magnify the pleasure coursing through him as he arched his back, his muscles tightening around nothingness.
"Fuck..." he breathed, head lolling against Kenji's shoulder. It felt so good, letting go like this with another person... even if it was just for a moment. But as reality began to seep back in, he couldn't help but feel ashamed once again. "I-I can't believe I let you do that," he muttered, trying to play it off as anger.
As Genya released, Kenji followed suit. Pressing himself into Genya, letting out a long groan and arching his back. While his load spurted and spilled out onto Genya's lower abdomen. After he calmed down and heard Genya speak, Kenji chuckles softly and mutters with a smirk. "But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
A flush crept up Genya's neck at Kenji's teasing. He ground his teeth together, cursing internally as shame and desire warred within him. Even as he tried to deny it, there was no mistaking the truth in the other man's words. And damn it all, knowing he had enjoyed it made things even more unbearable.
With an annoyed huff, he wiped his hands on the ground and glared at Kenji. "Don't push your luck," he growled, doing his best to sound angry despite the hint of arousal still lurking beneath the surface. "Let's get back." They needed to finish what they'd started and kill that demon before anything else.
Time has gone pass and the two has had another successful mission with Genya's excellent gun aiming and Kenji's explosion breathing. Kenji and Genya went back to the demon slayer base where they shared a room together for the night. The tenison was still high from what happened previously in the woods and the thought played again in Genya's mind. Genya's sexual frustration must've been still pent up, because after the two got back. Genya started to get hard from what happened, Genya grumbles to himself and took off his dirty shirt. "Do you need help relaxing again?" Genya heard Kenji's voice and looked over across the room to see Kenji sitting on the ground in his futon with a small smile.
A hot flush crept up Genya's neck as he realized he was hard again. It didn't make sense; he should have been exhausted from their last mission. But there was no denying the fact that just the mention of what had happened between them earlier sent a wave of desire coursing through him. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, trying to maintain some semblance of his usual gruff demeanor.
"No," he growled at last. "I can handle it." Even if he really couldn't. Not without taking care of it soon enough.
"Are you sureeee?" Kenji asks with a that same charming but stupid smirk before leaning to the side to look at the bulge in Genya's pants. Kenji was sitting on his futon across the room, with his legs crossed and a smile on his lips. Kenji was also shirtless due to his dirty clothes and his jingasa hat was off his head. But the way Kenji acted almost seemed like he was waiting and boisterous about it.
"Leave me alone!" The words came out sharper than intended, and Genya immediately regretted snapping at his teammate. But damn it, he just wanted to be left alone for once! It wasn't fair that everyone kept pushing him about this... especially not after what they'd done back there. Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the wall, trying to ignore both the erection straining against his pants and the disappointment welling up inside him.
So much for hoping tonight would be different.
"Fine, Just don't be feeding the goose while I'm asleep!" Kenji says out loud with no shame and was unfazed with his words before Kenji leans back down on his futon and lays with his hands behind his head, still smirking.
Well, goodnight, then," he grumbled. It didn't matter how hard he tried to ignore it; the other man's presence and his teasing were getting to him. With a sigh, he forced himself to relax, though sleep remained elusive despite his exhaustion. Instead, images of Kenji undressing him, touching him... filled his mind, making it almost impossible to think about anything else. He shifted uncomfortably, the silk of his pajama bottoms rubbing roughly against his aching shaft. Maybe if he found some relief... But just as he began to contemplate masturbating in the dark, he head shuffling.
Genya looked over to see that Kenji had got up when Genya was touching himself, thankfully the covers were hidding what Genya was doing. But it seemed that Kenji knew what was going on, because Kenji moved and shuffles his futon next to Genya's before laying back down and rolling to his side to face Genya with a small grin.
Fuck. If looks could kill... But even as he glared at Kenji, annoyance warring with desire, something inside him twisted. Maybe... maybe this wouldn't be so bad. They'd done it before, after all. Tentatively, but with growing curiosity, he reached out and grabbed the hem of Kenji's pajama top, lifting it up and exposing his flat stomach.
"Well?" he growled. "You wanted to help me relax..."
Kenji's grin widens with a small hue of red on his cheeks before he giggles slightly. The room was dim, but the dim moonlight was still apparent through the window nearby. Kenji felt Genya's touch and his sapphire eyes squint mischievously before sitting up onto his side while looking down at Genya. "Could you roll on your side and face away for me?.." Kenji asks in a whispering tone as one of his hands goes up Genya's shirt.
For once, Genya ignored his pride and did as he was told, rolling onto his side and facing away from Kenji. His heart thundered in his ears as he felt the other man's warm breath against the nape of his neck. He arched his back slightly, exposing more of himself to his partner, wanting this... needing it. But still, he couldn't bring himself to speak; words seemed beyond him in this moment. All he could do was clench his fists and bite his lip as anticipation built within him, leaving him breathless and trembling.
Kenji manages to shift and wrap his arms around Genya's frame from behind, his smile never leaving his face as he whispered into the side of Genya's neck. "You're so cute, Genya-kun.." A tongue traced the area between Genya's shoulder and neck before his hand slips down into Genya's pants.
A shudder went through him at Kenji's touch. Heat pooled low in his abdomen as the other man's fingers danced along his aching length, teasingly stroking him up and down. Unable to contain the moan that threatened to spill free, he arched even further into the contact, grinding his hips against Kenji's hand in desperation. His body tensed with need, every nerve ending on fire as he felt himself growing closer and closer to release.
"God... Kenji..." It came out hoarse and broken, but there was no hiding the desire lacing his voice, no mistaking the way his muscles clenched in anticipation beneath Kenji's skilled hands. The pleasure was too much; he couldn't hold back any longer. With a shout that sounded like a curse, he came, his seed jetting over his st