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There were some things Giyu loved the feeling of. The crisp breeze during Autumn. The smell of fresh salmon and daikon. And of course, the cooling wash of a river.

Giyu loved the simple feelings in life, but his absolute favorite all? Wearing a butt plug on nightly parole.

It had started off as an accident. The man had begun prepping himself for a night of indulgence, but unfortunately, his poor crow, Kanzaburo had mixed up the dates Giyu was supposed to be working.

Flustered and annoyed, the Hashira hastily fitted his favorite plug inside and went to work, hoping by the time everything was checked out, he could continue his alone time.

As the raven-haired man began his patrol, he could feel the plug inside him moving with every step. The object just barely scratches his prostate and leaves him wanting so much more. Along with his member growing and rubbing against the coarse fabric, Giyu quickly became overstimulated.

The man was lucky it was dead of night when he started to patrol, the wobbly sway in his footing, and the deep shade of red his cheeks turned would be a dead giveaway of what the Hashira was doing. Giyu desperately tried to muffle his whimpers and moans into his palm, but the quiet town made his actions more obvious.

After a few grueling hours, the sun had started to peak, calling an end to his shift. Giyu quickly raced home before the early-rising townsfolk started their work. His cock ached in his pants, precum staining his front, and his hole begging for more. His palms were clammy from sweat, and a part of him was even unsure he could make it home without an accident.

Once inside his bedroom, the Hashira hastily pulled down his pants and fundoshi, and began roughly fucking himself with his plug on all fours. Giyu woantanly moaned into his mattress, not caring if anybody heard his cries.

He had been so pent up and needy, his cock began dripping like a faucet. A small pool of cum settled right beneath the man, but not caring, Giyu squeezed the underside of his cock. Making sure to pull and tug at his favorite places.

This was a whole new level of pleasure that Giyu had never experienced before. He felt so needy, perverse, and turned on. Snaking his hand under his shirt, Giyu started to massage his nipples, a part of his body he absolutely loved to play with.

The onslaught of pleasure made the Hashira cross-eyed and heave heavily. His body screamed for more. All the man could do was writhe, curling his toes in anticipation of his release.

Not much longer, the Hashira came hard into his hand. His entire body shook in the aftermath, tongue falling out, and drool covering his chin. The man slowly pulled the plug out of his gaping hole, puckering with delight.

He really did that huh? Masturbating while working was a terrible thing to do as a pillar. But goddamn was it everything Giyu wanted and more. He was surely going to become addicted to this feeling.

Incredibly happy with his hours-long edging session, and possibly the best orgasm of his life, Giyu began a new routine whenever it was his turn to do his nightly paroles.

Though as time went on, the excitement slowly started to dwindle, and the pleasure soon became ordinary. After experiencing these nightly edging sessions for a few months, Giyu craved something new. Yes, he enjoyed the feeling of being filled to the brim in public, but there was never anyone there to possibly catch him. The town he frequently patrolled was always safe, never an incident of a demon showing up.

Despite his logical side telling him to focus on his work, the horny side of him craved some depravity. He never would have thought he was an exhibitionist, usually keeping to himself and training alone at his estate. But because of that one fateful night, everything changed for Giyu, a switch that could never be turned off.

The Hashira had decided to take his kink to the next level. Now instead of only wearing his plug during his nightly routine, he would start wearing it to monthly pillar meetings. And boy, did that excite Giyu to a whole other level.

During a particular meeting, Giyu had to give a mission report on his latest excursion. For some reason, the man had forgotten all eyes would be on him today and had decided to wear a plug much bigger and girthier than his usual one.

Sitting in a seiza, this new plug stabbed the Hashira’s prostate every time he took a breath. Giyu felt lightheaded, stuttering, and tripping over his words, unable to properly articulate himself.

This was incredibly unusual for the water pillar and raised a few concerned eyebrows now and then. Noticing a tent growing in his pants, the man discreetly draped his haori sleeves over the top of his member. Softly pressing down on his aching cock he quickly finished his report, dropping his head down to hide his shame and the redness creeping into his cheeks.

The meeting went on as usual. Mitsuri made her report, and the master gave out new missions and parole times for each of the Hashiras. The whole time Giyu had kept his eyes to the floor. Embarrassed to even look his peers in the eyes, but a small part inside Giyu could feel the stare of a particularly hot-headed man. His breath was labored and sweat dripped down his chin, all the man could do was pray for the meeting to end.

More often than not Giyu is the first pillar to leave the meetings. Not ever saying a simple goodbye or bow to his peers. So this was the first time Giyu was the last pillar to leave the meeting. Especially as he didn’t want anybody to find out about his perverse actions, especially done in front of the master.

Not realizing, Giyu had started to rock back and forth to better feel his plug. Still in the meeting room, but now all alone, the man’s soft whimpers started to escape his mouth. Each rock makes him louder and louder. Giyu placed both hands in front of him, feet perfectly aligned against his ass and the plug, making the pleasure even more delicious.

Giyu could only think of what the pillars might do if they saw him in such a vulnerable position. The thought of their surprise, disgust, and anger fueled the fire inside him that much more.

With a particularly rough thrust, Giyu moaned openly, precum dirtying his fundoshi and pants with an obvious wet stain. The man could only freeze himself, panting from the pleasure and the excitement of getting caught. He knew if he went further he wouldn’t be able to stop, but he still so desperately wanted a release.

A few seconds later the man heard footsteps approaching the door. They were light, but quick, most definitely Shinobu’s. Quickly Giyu shot up, attempting to hide the mess in his pants. But the sudden bolt up moved the plug inside him, forcing another gasp out of his mouth, quickly covering it up with his hand and stumbling back into the floor with a thud.

Though before the doors were reached, the smaller footsteps stopped. Giyu froze in fear, knowing Shinobu most definitely heard the fall. The Hashira waited in anticipation for her entrance, except it never came.

“Ah! Shinazagawa-San! What a pleasure to run into you.”

“Tsk, what is it?”

Sanemi? That was what Giyu thought when he heard his voice. He hadn’t heard his footsteps or noticed his presence this entire time. The realization sent a shockwave to his slowly hardening cock.

“I was hoping if you knew where Tomioka-San was? I noticed he was beet red during the meeting and sweating a whole bunch. What do you think that could have been about Shinazagawa-San?”

Shinobu had a quirk to her voice that both scared Giyu and turned him on immensely. Was he that oblivious to his condition, leaving people to speculate what was going on with him?

“Why the hell would I care?“

“Really? Then how would you explain staring at Tomioka-San the entire meeting?”

Both Giyu and Sanemi let out a small gasp.
Giyu flushed at the revelation. A side of him wanted to stay still on motions and wait for the two to leave, but the other side desperately wanted them to stay as he rocked against the mass inside him.

The hornier side of his body won this round.

Taking a deep breath, Giyu continued rocking back and forth on his plug, his cock rubbing against his wet pants. The man continued to strain himself to hear the commotion outside.

“He was giving us his debriefing of his mission, of course, I was looking at that dumbass.”

“Hmm, and when Kanroji-San was telling hers too right?”

“Well-“

“Oh! And when the master was giving us our new orders as well! I could tell you were very worried about our Water Pillar huh? I see, I see! Don’t fret too much, I’ll be sure to get Tomioka-San in tip-top shape again.”

Giyu could hear Sanemi adjust his stance uncomfortably. Shit, Shinobu and Sanemi one hundred percent knew what Giyu was doing. It was only a game of chicken on which of the three would confess first.

“Shinobu,” Sanemi replied in a gruff voice, “I don’t give a shit where Tomioka is, find him yourself.”

Shinobu let out a small hmm of understanding. Clapping her hands, Shinobu responded, “Well Shinazagawa-San, I’ll be on my way then. I must’ve missed Tomioka-San when he left the meeting. He always seems to run past our noses, right?”

Sanemi only responded with a scoff, a few seconds later, Giyu heard the small footsteps patter away until they were non-existent. This was all too much! His cock was straining with the need to be touched, and his ass to be fucked!

This was a dangerous situation, how could he have let it go this far? This was shameful as a Hashira, a pillar of hope! Now dwindled to a pervert who got off when other people watched him.

“Tomioka.”

The man’s breath hitched at the sudden noise. But he didn’t dare make a noise, too scared of what was about to happen. Sanemi slowly opened the shoji doors, a light tint of pink on his cheeks. The two men made eye contact. Giyu was still sitting on his legs, hair messed up and eyes glassy.

The man didn’t dare make a sound, knowing his voice would betray him and falter. He could only watch as Sanemi closed the sliding door behind him and walked towards the water hashira.

“Are you going to finish?”

The question sent a spark through Giyu. Sanemi wanted to watch him? A man he swore he hated and cursed out daily? Giyu could only stifle a moan, biting his lips to muffle any noise.

“I-what to do you mean…”

“You know what I mean.” Sanemi’s voice was low and dangerous. A red blush assaulted Giyu from his head to his chest. His breath became labored, clenching down on the thick plug inside him.

There was a fire that ignited inside both men. There was no turning back down now. Giyu was filled with need, lust clouding his judgment. After a few seconds, Giyu started to rock back and forth again, never breaking away from Sanemi’s gaze.

Giyu was already overstimulated, stretched wide, and leaking like he had pissed himself. He was completely shameless. He needed to cum now.

The rocking started slowly, but as the need grew, Giyu started to rock into his plug faster and harder. Unable to stop himself, Giyu moaned loudly, his voice raspy and pitched.

Sanemi simply stood over the fucked out man. Breath heavy and face flushed. There was an obvious tent in his pants, but there was no movement from him in releasing himself. But Giyu liked that. It meant Sanemi was watching him and only him.

“Shi-Shinazagawa- Please…please keep looking at me.”

Giyu felt like he was putting on a show for the white haired man. He loved the attention, he loved the feeling, he loved everything about this. The pillar truly was turning into a slut.

Sanemi responded, “You better cum soon, I think I hear some people coming.” There was a dark grin on his face, his eyes dilated and his voice gruff. Giyu could only moan at the response. It was all too much! He had to cum now, if he didn’t who knows what could happen to him.

The man started to rock at a brutal pace, a hand covering his mouth, and eyes closed shut, tears threatening to escape. After what felt like forever, Giyu finally came. Biting his hand to silence himself, tasting the hot iron dripping down his arm.

The Hashira fell into himself, lying on his stomach, spent dick rubbing against the hard floor and soaking pants. Shockwaves coursed through Giyu’s veins, small whimpers escaping him.

“Shit Tomioka. Have you always been such a slut?”

Giyu was completely spent, and even forcing himself to look up at the man was a tiring task.

“It wasn’t supposed to-ah! To get this far…”

His ass pulsed lightly, still squeezing around his deliciously thick plug.

“Well…I think I could get used to this side of you.”

The scarred man leaned down to cup Giyu’s cheek in his hand. His thumb rubbed his cheek and found its way to the raven-hair’s mouth. Using his thumb, Sanemi latched onto Giyu’s quivering lips, pulling his mouth open and wide.

Giyu could only mewl at the intrusion, tongue lolling out with need. Sanemi could only stare at the reclusive man’s mouth. So wet and inviting.

Sanemi whispered into Giyu’s ear, “The pillars are meeting tonight for some drinks. I think you should join us.”

Giyu couldn’t help but twitch in anticipation. A soft smile crept on his face, embarrassment leaving his body, “Y-yes.”.

He really should hate this, but…he also so desperately loved this feeling.