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The softness of the towel barely registers in Giyuu’s mind even as he runs it over his head. His hands go through the motions on their own, with his mind preoccupied with other matters.
One specific matter, at that.
I’m supposed to make love to Kochou tonight.
Giyuu has always known that a marriage is traditionally consummated on the eve of the wedding. Yet, when he accepted his now-wife’s proposal, he did not think of the physical aspect that came with marriage.
Giyuu has basic knowledge of the workings of sexual intercourse. However, he has no experience to bank on.
I should make this as good for Kochou as I can. Giyuu muses, still rubbing his hair. This marriage might not be our top-most priority, but I still promised to give her whatever I can.
Giyuu’s thoughts then turn to his bride. He's always thought Shinobu was a beautiful woman. With a lovely face and a feminine build, his wife is definitely attractive.
Giyuu then imagines his beautiful wife lying beneath him in bed. He imagines their limbs tangled together and her whispering his name against his lips in the midst of a heated kiss.
The mere thought of it all stirs something in him.
I’ll make this good for both of us. I won’t disappoint her tonight.
His rumination is broken when the shoji door of the room slides open, revealing his bride fresh from her bath.
Besides a quick sideway glance, Giyuu keeps his eyes on the wall before him. Now that Shinobu is here, he wracks his mind on how to proceed.
How should I initiate this?
Giyuu feels Shinobu’s finger through the fabric of his yukata when she pokes him.
“Nee, Tomioka-sa-a-a-n.”
“You’re Tomioka-san. What?”
“It’s getting cloudy…”
Giyuu’s brows furrowed. “And?”
Since he was unsure how to initiate their wedding night, Giyuu thought of letting Shinobu take the lead. When it came to conversations and other social situations, Shinobu always took the lead, so he thought of letting her take charge tonight as well.
However, the start of their wedding night was… unexpected. Giyuu certainly did not expect Shinobu to talk about sleep, beverages, or some of their fellow Hashira. Though Giyuu will admit that learning of the possibility that he and Shinazugawa might get along better because of his marriage to Shinobu did make him feel happy.
Nonetheless, he is still mostly confused. And his confusion further increases with his bride’s next question:
“Wouldn’t you like to know if I have an umbrella?”
Shinobu smiles at him. Though it’s one of her irked smiles, the type she gives when trying to be calm when she’s feeling frustrated.
Still confused, Giyuu stares directly into Shinobu’s eyes and asks: “Why would I want to know that?”
He can see a vein throb in his wife's temple.
“You know,” Shinobu says, scooting closer to him. She is now only a few inches away when she tilts her head at him.
“Doesn’t it seem like it’s going to rain?”
Giyuu does not understand the question, yet he finds it far less interesting than the view in front of him.
Shinobu’s neck is always covered by her jacket's high collar when she's dressed in her Demon Slayer uniform. Yet, because she's now dressed in a bedtime yukata and also because of how her head is tilted, Giyuu can see the slender curve of her neck. He also sees how one of the sleeves of her yukata had gone a bit off-shoulder, exposing even more of her fair flesh.
Driven by the urge to see more, Giyuu responds accordingly.
“Why does that matter?” he asks. He snaps his eyes back onto Shinobu’s as he leans closer to her. The gap between them reduces drastically, and their lips are merely a breadth away from each other.
Staring intently into his wife’s eyes, Giyuu speaks. “You and I aren’t going anywhere.”
Shinobu’s expression shifts. The teasing and frustration disappear from her face, and her cheeks turn pink. Even so, she doesn’t shy away from her husband’s piercing gaze.
“I’ll get in the futon first,” she whispers.
Shinobu’s warm breath ghosts over his lips before she makes her way to the futon. Giyuu’s lips tingle at the sensation as he dims the room's lights. Since they mainly work in the shadows, Giyuu can still see Shinobu in the low light. She lies on the futon, watching him expectantly.
The blanket is in his way as he crawls over her. So, he quickly sets it aside, his eyes still locked on her. Anticipation tingles across his spine as he situates himself atop her. His knees bracket the sides of her own knees, and he places his hands on either side of her head.
Now lingering above her, Giyuu observes Shinobu carefully. The flush on her cheeks is now more prominent as she gazes up at him, and in the quiet of the room, he swears that he can hear her heartbeat. Or maybe he was hearing his own heart.
I want this. But does she want this?
Giyuu has Shinobu right where he wants her, yet he won't do anything else—not until she signifies to him that she wants him as well.
A moment passes. With their gazes still locked, Shinobu lifts her hands and places them on his face. Giyuu savors the warmth of her palms and allows her to pull him closer to her. Her lips are soft when she kisses him. When the kiss ends, Giyuu sees that the look in Shinobu’s eyes has changed.
"Don't hold back," Shinobu tells him. Her gaze is now calmer and more determined, telling him that she means every word she just said.
The anticipation in Giyuu’s spine spreads across his entire being at her invitation.
“Understood,” he whispers before connecting their lips again.
In contrast to the soft kiss Shinobu gave him moments ago, Giyuu’s kiss is firmer. Yet, it is still gentle. A moment later, Giyuu brushes his lips over Shinobu’s. Shinobu reciprocates in kind, brushing her lips against her husband’s.
“Mmm…” Shinobu hums into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Giyuu’s shoulders to bring him closer to her. Any tension she felt earlier melts with every kiss she and her husband share, and she starts feeling more comfortable.
Giyuu shifts his weight onto his forearms to accommodate their increased proximity. Their bodies aren’t touching yet, but now that they’re even closer, Shinobu can feel his body heat radiating in waves.
Tomioka-san is so warm. Shinobu thinks in between kisses. I wonder just how warm he’ll feel when we go further.
With that thought spurring her, Shinobu increases the intensity of her kisses. Giyuu soon matches her fervor.
As more time passes, the brushing of their lips becomes even more insistent. Wanting more, Giyuu swipes the tip of his tongue against Shinobu’s lower lip. Shinobu hums and opens her mouth to him. Giyuu’s tongue instantly swirls around hers.
“Tomioka-san…” Shinobu whimpers before chasing his tongue with her own.
“Kochou…” Giyuu groans into his wife’s mouth as their kiss deepens. With each sensual stroke of their tongues, his body hums and urges him to take further action.
Shifting the weight of his upper body onto his left forearm, Giyuu lifts his right hand and places it on Shinobu’s exposed thigh. Still kissing her, Giyuu caresses the soft skin of her thigh. He revels in the moan she lets out as he feels the smooth, toned muscles beneath the skin flex under his touch. Wanting to feel more of her, he trails his hand upwards.
Shinobu moans again as he continues to caress her skin, the calloused texture of his large palm feeling pleasant. His hand slides over her thigh and settles on the obi still keeping her yukata closed. Giyuu deftly unknots it with just one hand. Once the obi is out of the way, he parts the yukata and slides his hand across Shinobu’s toned stomach.
“Tomioka-san!” Shinobu gasps, breaking their long, heated kiss. Giyuu uses this opportunity to duck his head and press his lips to her neck.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. Please keep going.”
Giyuu takes his time feeling his wife’s body. As expected of a Hashira who underwent grueling training, she has firm, toned abdominals. He also feels the lovely curves of her sides before he moves upwards to cup one of her soft breasts.
She’s hard and soft at the same time. Giyuu muses as he thumbs her nipple. It’s a nice contrast.
“Tomioka-san…” Shinobu moans his name again when he starts massaging the mound in his hand. As her mouth hangs open, she tangles her fingers into his hair strands and lightly scratches the base of his scalp.
Giyuu hums at the feeling of Shinobu’s blunt fingernails across his scalp. He savors the sensation as he continues his dual task of exploring her body and lavishing her beautiful neck with kisses.
“You have a nice body, Kochou,” Giyuu says, his lips brushing over her throat. “I’m glad I can touch you like this.”
Despite the blood rushing in her cheeks, Shinobu laughs at his commentary. "You're my husband. You’re the only one who can touch me like this.”
Giyuu makes a sound akin to a growl upon hearing her statement, and he kisses her properly and deeply on the mouth again before palming her other breast.
Shinobu’s entire being tingles as her husband continues to pleasure her. Her heart rate steadily increases, and she feels something stirring in her lower belly.
I can now better understand why some people spend money in red-light districts. Shinobu muses. And to think that we haven’t even fully undressed yet.
Shinobu feels a thrill shoot through her at the thought. As she and Giyuu continue to exchange fervent kisses, she moves her hands from behind his back, sliding them across his shoulders until they land on his still-covered chest.
Shinobu slides her hands up and down his chest, feeling the contours of his pectorals through the fabric of his yukata. Giyuu hums lowly against her lips, signifying his approval.
Shinobu then slowly drags her hands down her husband’s body until they find the sash of his yukata. After quickly untying it, she touches his bare skin. She runs her hands over his muscular abdomen, her fingers grazing over and between the divots. She then traces a line up to the center of his chest, her touch trailing heat wherever it went. Her hands explore the broad expanse of his flesh. They roam over his chest, neck, abdomen, shoulders, and biceps over and over again.
“Kochou…” Giyuu groans into her mouth, his approval evident in his voice. The slow and deliberate way she touches him sends sparks to his groin, and he feels his arousal steadily becoming stronger with every touch from his bride.
I need more of her.
To reciprocate Shinobu’s ministrations, Giyuu breaks their kiss and ducks his head to her chest. He replaces his hand with his mouth as he plants hot kisses over and around her breasts, earning him breathless gasps from his wife.
“Oohh…”
Shinobu’s toes curl in pleasure, and she wraps her slim arms around his waist to bring him even closer to her. Her husband may not be much of a talker, but she’s quickly learning that he is astoundingly talented with his mouth in other ways.
Still mouthing at her chest, Giyuu raises his right leg and uses her knee to part her thighs. Shinobu instantly spreads them apart, and Giyuu quickly settles himself between her legs. Shinobu then wraps her legs around him, crossing her ankles over the small of his back and pushing him down to her.
Their lower bodies collide, and they groan when they feel each other's potent heat. Giyuu kisses the center of Shinobu’s chest and trails his lips up to her neck until they reach her lips again. Giyuu kisses her hard, and Shinobu kisses him back with just as much force. The longer their lips stay connected, the more their bodies press closer together.
When the kiss finally ends, Giyuu pulls back just enough to look at Shinobu. Her cheeks are flushed, and her purple eyes have a feverish gleam when they meet his gaze.
“You’re aroused,” Giyuu says, his voice low and growl-like. The space between their bodies is now non-existent, and Giyuu can feel the wet heat of her core through her underclothes.
“I am,” Shinobu confirms with a mischievous smile. Her arousal had been building up ever since their first prolonged kiss. In the back of her mind, Shinobu muses that she had been fretting about her conjugal duties with Giyuu before their first kiss. He is her first, and she's never even contemplated sexual relations before this night.
But now that they’ve started breaking the barriers of physical intimacy, she finds herself eager for more of him.
Shinobu cradles Giyuu’s face, brushing her thumbs over his cheekbones. The light is dim, and Giyuu’s eyes are half-lidded, but she can still see the blue of his eyes and the nearly feral look in them. “It’s hard not to be aroused by you, dear husband. And speaking of which, I can feel that you’re aroused, too.”
Shinobu felt Giyuu’s arousal the moment their bodies first made contact. But now that he’s secured between her legs, she can feel him stiff and throbbing against her.
Giyuu merely hums before kissing her again.
“Shall I take you now?” he asks, his breath hot on her lips.
Shinobu shivers in delightful anticipation. With how primed they both are from foreplay, they're more than ready to consummate their marriage. However, she wants one thing from Giyuu before they take it a step further.
“I want to see you first,” Shinobu says, meeting his gaze evenly. “And I mean see all of you.”
Giyuu’s eyes flash with understanding.
“Very well.”
Giyuu disentangles himself from Shinobu. When he moves away from her, she keenly feels the loss of his arousal pressing against her. Yet, she tides her desires over by watching her husband.
Giyuu stands and walks to the foot of the bed. Moonlight streams in from the windows of their room, giving Shinobu a clear view of him. He keeps his eyes on her as he removes his open yukata from his shoulders. The garment slides down his muscled arms and pools at his feet, leaving him in nothing save for his underwear.
The bulge in his underwear is unmistakable, and Giyuu’s arousal instantly rises to greet her when he bares himself entirely to her.
Shinobu has always known that Giyuu has a strong body. Yet, the sight of him like this – naked and aroused for her, is even more imposing and arousing.
“You are definitely a fine specimen of a man, Tomioka-san,” Shinobu says, tittering coquettishly.
And all mine by all rights.
Giyuu maintains a mostly neutral expression even in his naked state. Yet, the feral look in his eyes becomes more prominent, and his cock also twitches upon being ogled by his wife.
“Can I come back to bed now?”
Shinobu holds her arms out to him. “Yes, please.”
Giyuu crouches and crawls over to Shinobu. She rises to meet him halfway, impatient to touch him again. They kiss, and Giyuu uses the opportunity to shrug Shinobu’s yukata down her shoulders.
“I want to see all of you, too, Kochou.”
Shinobu hums as she moves her arms to help her husband fully disrobe her. Giyuu yanks the yukata and throws it to the side before grabbing Shinobu by the hips and laying her down again.
When Shinobu's back makes contact with the futon, Giyuu breaks the kiss. Getting up on his knees, he takes in the nearly bare form of his bride beneath him. He had the pleasure of feeling her earlier, but seeing her was still different. Shinobu is petite, slim, and small, especially compared to Giyuu’s larger form. Yet, her body is filled out and well-conditioned from years of training and demon-slaying.
Giyuu’s cock twitches again, and he grabs the sides of Shinobu’s underwear. His eyes find hers again as he slides her underwear down her toned legs.
Shinobu blushes at the intensity of her groom’s gaze. Yet, she doesn’t look away from him. They keep their eyes on each other, even when Giyuu quietly spreads Shinobu’s thighs and settles himself between them.
Shinobu wraps her lithe legs around Giyuu’s waist once more, and her spine tingles when she feels his stiff, throbbing cock slide against the inside of her thigh. Giyuu bends down to kiss Shinobu again. They kiss fervently for a long minute, further stirring the potency of their shared arousal.
The kiss breaks when Shinobu trails her lips across Giyuu’s jawline, planting pecks across the defined bone structure until she reaches his ear.
“Take me now,” Shinobu whispers, nibbling his earlobe.
Giyuu feels himself become even stiffer at Shinobu’s beckoning. Without any further prompting, he presses the tip of his cock against her entrance. He slides himself inside her slowly, and his chest rumbles with satisfaction when her wet warmth envelops him further the deeper he goes.
“Kochou…” Giyuu groans, gratification in the timbre of his voice.
“Ooohh!”
Shinobu moans and throws her head back when Giyuu inserts himself. She had seen how well-endowed her husband is. However, she didn’t expect that he’d feel so large inside her. She arches her back as she feels herself being stretched the deeper he goes, his cock smooth against her inner walls.
Giyuu keeps pushing until his hips meet Shinobu's. The warmth and pressure surrounding his member are overwhelming, so he takes a moment to collect himself. Taking a deep breath, he shifts his eyes to his wife.
Shinobu's eyes are shut and closed, and her head is upturned on the pillow. Her chest heaves as she also takes a deep breath. Her cheeks are flushed red, and her mouth hangs open in a wordless cry.
Kochou is even more beautiful like this… and now she’s mine.
The more primal part of Giyuu’s brain purrs at the possessive train of thought. As well-grounded and disciplined as he usually is, Giyuu is still a man at the end of the day. As his mind continues whirring, Giyuu muses that he never thought that he’d ever marry in his lifetime. And yet, here he is, making love to a beautiful, capable, and intelligent woman he has the privilege of calling his wife.
Giyuu takes Shinobu’s parted lips in a searing kiss. Shinobu instantly reciprocates and clutches the back of Giyuu’s neck as if it were a lifeline.
With their lips and tongues entangled, Giyuu rocks against Shinobu while still fully sheathed inside her. His cock shifts and brushes against her inner walls, and their kiss breaks when both husband and wife hiss in pleasure.
“Oh…” Shinobu moans, feeling the lingering aftershock of the pleasure. She grabs Giyuu’s head to grant him another kiss. “That felt good.”
“I know,” Giyuu murmurs against her lips. “But we’re not done yet.”
Giyuu rolls his hips again, this time with more force. Shinobu lets out a shuddering gasp in response.
Giyuu repeats the same movement. But this time, Shinobu moves with him by canting her hips up to meet his. Their synchronization creates more friction, increasing the pleasure. Shinobu moans loudly at the sensation while Giyuu lets out a low groan. The newlyweds cling more tightly to each other as they continue rocking together. Shinobu tightens her legs around Giyuu’s waist and ensnares his broad shoulders in her arms. Meanwhile, Giyuu shifts his weight on one forearm and slides his free arm beneath Shinobu’s back to wrap it around her waist.
"This… feels… good," Shinobu says, her words staggered between her moans. "You… feel good… Tomioka-san.”
“You’re… Tomioka-san…” Giyuu grounds out, feeling a unique satisfaction at saying the words amid their lovemaking. "And you… feel good, too.”
They continue moving together, matching each other’s tempo and keeping each other close. Their proximity and shared body heat cause them to sweat despite the cool night air.
Their current pace is steady and measured, and it sends wave after wave of pleasure throughout their bodies. Yet, after a long while, both Giyuu and Shinobu find themselves craving more. So, they increase their speed. Their movements gradually become more frantic with every synchronized roll of their hips, with Shinobu’s moans increasing in volume and Giyuu’s grunts becoming more guttural.
“Kochou…” Giyuu growls. “This isn’t enough for me anymore,” he grounds out, his hold around her waist becoming vice-like.
With one last roll of his hips, Giyuu draws back before thrusting inside Shinobu. Their hips audibly smack, and Giyuu audibly hisses in pleasure while Shinobu’s back arches.
“Ooh!” Shinobu lets out her loudest moan so far.
Giyuu buries his face into Shinobu’s neck before pulling back and thrusting in again. He repeats the same movement, pulling himself out almost entirely before swiftly plunging back in.
“Tomioka-san!" Shinobu gasps, squeezing her limbs around him like she never wants to let him go. Giyuu licks a hot trail across the side of her neck before thrusting into her again. The tip of his cock hits a particularly delicious spot inside of her, and her toes curl in pleasure. “Oh… fuck… yes…”
Giyuu’s ears burn when he hears his typically well-mannered wife curse out of pleasure, and the sound of it spurs him to add more speed to his thrusts. His new pace draws out a string of moans and gasps from Shinobu, and Giyuu feels every tremble of her throat as he drags his teeth and tongue across the smooth expanse of her neck.
Their bodies start to swelter due to the increased stimuli and exertion. Shinobu feverishly drags her hands over and across the defined muscles of Giyuu’s back as he continues driving into her. Their gasps, moans, grunts, and the sound of their skins slapping fill every corner of their room, and the cacophony of their lovemaking only makes them even more aroused than they already are.
“Mmmm…. Tomioka-san,” Shinobu whimpers. Her mind has gone blank, now empty of any thought except for one thing: her husband. With each thrust Giyuu gives her, the already simmering pressure inside her mounts and mounts until she feels that she is near her breaking point.
“Tomioka-san…” Shinobu mewls, shifting her head to whisper hotly into Giyuu’s ear. “Keep going… I’m so close…”
Giyuu’s ears burn once more upon hearing Shinobu’s plea. Still thrusting, he raises his head to look at his wife. Shinobu’s purple eyes have glazed over with raw pleasure, and they only darken with more want when they meet his gaze.
The sight of Shinobu at the precipice of her climax, coupled with the knowledge that Giyuu was the one who brought her there and the delicious pressure of her walls around his cock, all push him toward his own peak.
Giyuu growls and hungrily kisses Shinobu. “As you wish.”
Without any further preamble, Giyuu’s thrusting becomes rapid. His hips now slam against hers, and Shinobu’s entire body shakes with every powerful thrust. Moaning, she clutches Giyuu’s shoulders, digging her blunt fingernails deep into his skin.
“Ah! Tomioka-san!” Shinobu cries out, biting her lip. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
“Kochou…” Giyuu groans, his breathing becoming staggered as his own climax builds. “Aaggh…”
Their bodies become more fraught with tension with each passing second, and both are eager to release the pressure mounting within them.
“Ahhh! Tomioka-san!” Shinobu’s voice keens into a high octave, and she bites her lip so hard, that her teeth might break skin. She closes her eyes tightly as the tension in her core builds and builds…
“Oohhh… Oohhh… OOHHHH!” Shinobu wails loudly, her voice echoing in the room as she finally reaches her peak. Her back bows off the futon as her walls clench tightly around Giyuu. “Oh, Tomioka-san!”
“Kochou…” Giyuu hisses. He momentarily stills at just how hot her climax feels. “Kochou… Aaaggghhh…”
Still chasing after his own high, Giyuu buries his entire length inside Shinobu and starts grounding his hips. The additional pressure of her still contracting walls around him sends him into a frenzy, and he grinds against her in wild abandon. Still riding out her own climax, Shinobu hastily grabs his head and crushes her lips against his. They kiss sloppily, teeth and tongue meshing and bumping together. A moment later, an almost inhuman growl tears through Giyuu’s throat when he finally reaches his high.
“Kochou…” Giyuu hisses in relief. He hilts himself deep inside Shinobu as he releases his climax.
“I’m here…” Shinobu calls out, cradling his face.
They're both panting and heavily drenched in sweat when they finish entirely. Shinobu gently nudges Giyuu to come down to her, and he gladly falls into her arms.
It only takes them a couple of moments to catch their respective breaths – they are Hashiras after all. Even so, they make no move to pull away from each other just yet. The newlyweds remain in their sensual embrace as they let the night air cool down their heated bodies.
After a while, Giyuu lifts his head from the crook of Shinobu's neck to check on her. The flush on her cheeks has cooled, and a serene smile now graces her face.
“Hello, Tomioka-san,” she greets pleasantly, her arms lazily circled around his shoulders.
Giyuu blinks once. She greets him as if they just ran into each other at the market and not as if they just vigorously consummated their marriage. If not for their intimate position, Shinobu’s swollen lips, and her enticingly tousled hair, a random person wouldn’t be the wiser.
“Kochou,” Giyuu greets back, his neutral affect in place again.
Shinobu giggles, amused that both of them can act so casually after being so profoundly intimate. It might be strange for most married couples, but then again, she and Giyuu are no ordinary couple. She becomes even more amused when she realizes the glaring contrast between her pre-consummation anxiety and her post-coitus state.
To think that I was so nervous… maybe I’m more confident now because Tomioka-san and I have made love.
“You were quite passionate earlier,” Shinobu comments.
“So were you,” Giyuu replies. “Did I do my husbandly duties properly?”
Shinobu laughs more openly at that. “Were my screams of pleasure not loud enough for you, dear husband?”
Giyuu blinks again. “I just want to confirm. We promised each other that we are Hashiras first and spouses second, but I still promised to give you whatever joy that I can as your husband.”
Shinobu’s smile softens, touched by his consideration.
"You did," she assures, hands reaching to cup his face. She brings him down to her for a kiss, and Giyuu readily obliges.
“You did your husbandly duties very well,” Shinobu titters when the kiss ends.
“Thank you, and you also did your wifely duties well,” Giyuu says, lifting a hand to play with her hair.
Shinobu giggles again, the compliment making her blush. “Thank you.”
They meet for another kiss. The kiss is chaste and tender, and they pull away after a few seconds. Their eyes meet, and as if drawn by an unseen force, they kiss again. The second kiss is just as tender as is the third, the fourth, the fifth, and so on.
“Mmm… Tomioka-san…” Shinobu murmurs in between kisses. She and Giyuu exchange quick, fleeting pecks on the lips, and Shinobu idly toys with his thick mane of dark hair.
This feels really nice. Shinobu muses. In all her years as a Demon Slayer, Shinobu honestly never thought that she’d ever share kisses with anyone, let alone make love to her husband on their wedding night. In a way, Shinobu is more fortunate than some other people.
However, she is also less fortunate than others in more ways than one. While her and Giyuu’s marriage is comfortable (and very enjoyable), it runs the risk of being very brief. They have accepted this risk, but it doesn't change the grim reality.
If our time is short, then we should make the most of it.
With that in mind, Shinobu starts kissing Giyuu more firmly, and she also brushes her lips against his for longer. Giyuu is receptive and returns her kisses with the same fervor. Soon, their lips part and their tongues start seeking each other again.
With each passing second, the kiss becomes more heated and sensual, and Giyuu feels his desire rousing again. Giyuu kisses Shinobu more frantically and runs his rough palms up and down the sides of her body. His ministrations gradually revive Shinobu’s desire as well, and she starts raking her blunt fingernails across his back.
“Care for a second round?” Shinobu asks, pulling away for a bit
Giyuu steals a quick kiss from her before responding. “Can we even call it a ‘second round’ when I haven’t even pulled out of you yet?”
Shinobu giggles. She and Giyuu remained connected even after they finished. Shinobu doesn't mind; after all, she enjoys having her husband inside her.
And it is because Giyuu is still inside her that she can feel his desire coming to life. She bites her lip when she feels his cock hardening against the walls of her core.
“We can, if we consider achieving mutual climax to signal the end of a round,” Shinobu answers, caressing Giyuu’s nape. “But all things considered, the technicalities don’t really matter, wouldn’t you agree?”
Shinobu emphasizes her question with a controlled roll of her hips. Giyuu’s breath hitches, the motion coating his stiff member with more of her warm wetness. It is precisely because Giyuu is still inside Shinobu that he sensed the exact moment she started becoming wet and aroused again.
“Agreed,” Giyuu answers, the look in his eyes darkening as he grounds his hips against his wife’s.
Shinobu gasps before pulling Giyuu down to her again. Their mouths slant over each other, and they roll their hips together in time with each stroke of their tongues. Soon, the room is once again filled with the sounds of their pleasure.