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Basically the result of me capslocking about this thread and having ideas. Otherwise more known as an utterly senseless PWP because Rou/Naoto is a totally senseless pairing orz. Rated NSFW, for obvious reasons.
In all her years in her line of work, Naoto Shirogane sure had never expected herself to end up sharing the bed of a fellow demon hunter-specifically, a certain like-minded man named Hijikata Toshirou. To be honest, she wasn’t so certain how things came to be this way; they had both went to claim their reward after defeating that behemoth of a demon. The reward had been quite fine and hefty, and Hijikata had invited her for a round of drinks over their accomplished work. Having nothing much to do herself (besides dealing with the follow-up paperwork, something she could easily do anytime), she had accepted.
What had happened after that was a bit of a blur; they had ran through their cups like water (demons were much more tolerant to alcohol than humans, after all) and while they didn’t get stone cold drunk, they did happen to get somewhat tipsy. Not enough to get knocked out cold, but certainly more than enough to let their thoughts wander and their usual inhabitations fly. She wasn’t too sure who had initiated the whole thing (though she did have a sinking feeling that it was her, but since when had she been so daring?), but regardless it was only a matter of minutes after that before chaste turned into passionate and wild, and Naoto couldn’t think anything else but the black-haired half-demon who was towering over her and kissing her senseless with teeth and lips and a very, very skilled tongue.
“My place?” was the only thing that Hijikata had said (complete with somewhat cocky smirk that reminded her of a certain brunette who she worked with on occasion) once they parted-and even though Naoto did know the implications, and she did know where this was going to lead to… she accepted the offer anyway. It wasn’t as if this was the first time this had happened, though it was certainly the first time her partner would be… someone as unique as him, for a lack of a better term.
Despite said term though, she did mildly notice that his apartment was rather normal-looking, save for the few weapons hung around the walls and the general mess on the floor. It was hard to tell if it was luck or just her own senses that prevented her feet from tripping over the junk that was littered across the fake marble tiling while she stumbled blindly across the living room and down the hallway, far too distracted by the man’s mouth on hers, his tongue almost driving her crazy.
They landed on the queen-sized bed with a rather audible ‘thud’, springs creaking in protest as they were forced to accommodate the weight of two people. The sound did well to cover the quiet noises of slurping and muffled groaning as the kiss continued for almost another minute before the two finally parted. Naoto forced herself to blink, to take in a few breaths in order to keep her breathing even though it was very hard to do that there and then. Hijikata on the other hand hardly looked fazed-rather, it was as if he was far too used to this already, and he calmed down almost instantly (though, it was quite hard to hide the aroused flush that had appeared on his pale cheeks).
“…I wonder how many partners you’ve had before me,” Naoto went mildly, noting the finely-toned abs that had made themselves evident from his unbuttoned shirt-a product of her work as they were making their way to the bedroom.
Hijikata raised an eyebrow at that, looking somewhat quizzical. “Does it matter how many?” he responded quite bluntly, “After all, we both know this is just going be a one-night thing.”
Humans might have found the dark-haired man’s nonchalant tone rather alarming, but Naoto of course knew better than that-they were both demons after all; it wasn’t worth it for them to get attached, not when the world they knew only consisted of destruction and carnage, of bloodshed and brutal, unforgiving violence. It was a life that only centred amongst themselves, with no space for anyone or anything else. They couldn’t afford to let themselves to get attached, to be chained down by something as human as their emotions. As demons (or even half-demon, she reminded herself as she gazed back at the male), going with their emotions would mean the end of them.
“Shirogane?” started the man again, giving her a mildly questioning look.
Naoto blinked at the call of her name, taking a few moments to get her brain back into gear. “Ah, my… apologies. I was thinking of something.”
Hijikata gave her an unamused look at that. “You were thinking?” he echoed, sounding just bit on the side of incredulous-and maybe a little insulted. “That’s an insult to my technique, you know.”
The demon blinked at those words again, and despite herself, she couldn’t help but crack an amused smile (he’s really quite prideful, she noted). “I apologize. It was unintentional.”
A roll of eyes from the man above her at that. “Yeah yeah; so can we continue fucking, or should I leave you to your quiet time?”
Blunt and straight to the point-Naoto might have been annoyed at the straightforwardness (really, couldn’t things be more crude?), but she supposed she could make an exception tonight. Smiling again, she reached up the best she could and grabbed her current one-night bed partner by the shoulders (since her arms were too short to go around his neck). “Let’s continue.”
“Glad to hear that,” Hijikata replied with an undertone of ‘finally’ in his voice; she really couldn’t care less however as he bent down to let their lips meet once again, making a soft sound under his ministrations as his larger, rougher hands trailed up her sides and then down, fingers expertly undoing buttons and zippers and before she could register anything definite, she could feel his palms against her skin and rubbing her in places she never knew existed until now. It didn’t take long before she could feel the heat between her legs, the sensation of sweat forming on her skin and trickling down like raindrops. Not that she was the only one that was getting aroused by this, if the clothed hardness against her inner thigh was of any indication.
They broke from their kiss then, faces flushed and panting. Hijikata only gave himself a minute to reorganize his thoughts before blinking, and then shaking his head as one hand reached down to start unfastening his pants, the sound of a zipper being undone as the fly came loose. Naoto noted through the haze of her own arousal that the man was already hard and leaking with pre-cum.
“…protection?” she started, somewhat lamely.
“Fuck that,” growled the man as he leaned in closer, his hands grabbing her hips. “S’not like we’re going to die by something like that anyway.”
“I suppose that’s true-ah!” her response was cut short as she felt Hijikata entering her, his length plunging almost cruelly inside her as he went deep in one well-aimed thrust, hitting her prostrate instantly. There was a pause of a few moments after that as both hunters found themselves overwhelmed by the heat and pleasure, but eventually the feeling started to settle and Hijikata took that as the cue to start moving.
The sex was neither slow nor caring; it was rough and fast, full of nothing but lust and the need for pent-up release. Every thrust was simply aimed for nothing but pleasure, giving no thought to being gentle or nice. Not that Naoto minded too much, anyway-she was as used to it as the man was, and if anything she did like this quite a bit. The speed and power that Hijikata used would have broken human bones a long time ago, but of course Naoto was no human-she was a demon, one of the strongest and most feared in the country. Such inhuman, harsh sex was something that she was well-acquainted with.
At the way they were going, it didn’t take long before her breaths started to quicken, every muscle in her body tensing as the tightness is her abdomen stirred and got tighter and tighter until with a quiet cry, slipped into orgasm as she clenched tight around the cock buried within her. Hijikata followed soon after, a soft moan signalling his release as he came inside her.
A strange sort of silence settled in after that, the kind of silence that came after sex. Naoto had to note with some credit that Hijikata hadn’t actually fallen over her or anything-he remained above her, supported by his hands pressing down on the mattress on her sides. In this kind of position, it only took a bit before the man regained back most of whatever consciousness that he could muster, withdrawing from her before he allowed himself to fall on the space of the bed beside her, smelling of nothing else now but come and sweat.
Naoto rolled around on her side to cast a tired glance at the man now beside her. “I’ll cook breakfast in the morning as a return,” she murmured.
All she heard in response to that was a low, equally-tired grunt that most likely translated to ‘whatever’.
…she supposed she could take that as a yes.
In all her years in her line of work, Naoto Shirogane sure had never expected herself to end up sharing the bed of a fellow demon hunter-specifically, a certain like-minded man named Hijikata Toshirou. To be honest, she wasn’t so certain how things came to be this way; they had both went to claim their reward after defeating that behemoth of a demon. The reward had been quite fine and hefty, and Hijikata had invited her for a round of drinks over their accomplished work. Having nothing much to do herself (besides dealing with the follow-up paperwork, something she could easily do anytime), she had accepted.
What had happened after that was a bit of a blur; they had ran through their cups like water (demons were much more tolerant to alcohol than humans, after all) and while they didn’t get stone cold drunk, they did happen to get somewhat tipsy. Not enough to get knocked out cold, but certainly more than enough to let their thoughts wander and their usual inhabitations fly. She wasn’t too sure who had initiated the whole thing (though she did have a sinking feeling that it was her, but since when had she been so daring?), but regardless it was only a matter of minutes after that before chaste turned into passionate and wild, and Naoto couldn’t think anything else but the black-haired half-demon who was towering over her and kissing her senseless with teeth and lips and a very, very skilled tongue.
“My place?” was the only thing that Hijikata had said (complete with somewhat cocky smirk that reminded her of a certain brunette who she worked with on occasion) once they parted-and even though Naoto did know the implications, and she did know where this was going to lead to… she accepted the offer anyway. It wasn’t as if this was the first time this had happened, though it was certainly the first time her partner would be… someone as unique as him, for a lack of a better term.
Despite said term though, she did mildly notice that his apartment was rather normal-looking, save for the few weapons hung around the walls and the general mess on the floor. It was hard to tell if it was luck or just her own senses that prevented her feet from tripping over the junk that was littered across the fake marble tiling while she stumbled blindly across the living room and down the hallway, far too distracted by the man’s mouth on hers, his tongue almost driving her crazy.
They landed on the queen-sized bed with a rather audible ‘thud’, springs creaking in protest as they were forced to accommodate the weight of two people. The sound did well to cover the quiet noises of slurping and muffled groaning as the kiss continued for almost another minute before the two finally parted. Naoto forced herself to blink, to take in a few breaths in order to keep her breathing even though it was very hard to do that there and then. Hijikata on the other hand hardly looked fazed-rather, it was as if he was far too used to this already, and he calmed down almost instantly (though, it was quite hard to hide the aroused flush that had appeared on his pale cheeks).
“…I wonder how many partners you’ve had before me,” Naoto went mildly, noting the finely-toned abs that had made themselves evident from his unbuttoned shirt-a product of her work as they were making their way to the bedroom.
Hijikata raised an eyebrow at that, looking somewhat quizzical. “Does it matter how many?” he responded quite bluntly, “After all, we both know this is just going be a one-night thing.”
Humans might have found the dark-haired man’s nonchalant tone rather alarming, but Naoto of course knew better than that-they were both demons after all; it wasn’t worth it for them to get attached, not when the world they knew only consisted of destruction and carnage, of bloodshed and brutal, unforgiving violence. It was a life that only centred amongst themselves, with no space for anyone or anything else. They couldn’t afford to let themselves to get attached, to be chained down by something as human as their emotions. As demons (or even half-demon, she reminded herself as she gazed back at the male), going with their emotions would mean the end of them.
“Shirogane?” started the man again, giving her a mildly questioning look.
Naoto blinked at the call of her name, taking a few moments to get her brain back into gear. “Ah, my… apologies. I was thinking of something.”
Hijikata gave her an unamused look at that. “You were thinking?” he echoed, sounding just bit on the side of incredulous-and maybe a little insulted. “That’s an insult to my technique, you know.”
The demon blinked at those words again, and despite herself, she couldn’t help but crack an amused smile (he’s really quite prideful, she noted). “I apologize. It was unintentional.”
A roll of eyes from the man above her at that. “Yeah yeah; so can we continue fucking, or should I leave you to your quiet time?”
Blunt and straight to the point-Naoto might have been annoyed at the straightforwardness (really, couldn’t things be more crude?), but she supposed she could make an exception tonight. Smiling again, she reached up the best she could and grabbed her current one-night bed partner by the shoulders (since her arms were too short to go around his neck). “Let’s continue.”
“Glad to hear that,” Hijikata replied with an undertone of ‘finally’ in his voice; she really couldn’t care less however as he bent down to let their lips meet once again, making a soft sound under his ministrations as his larger, rougher hands trailed up her sides and then down, fingers expertly undoing buttons and zippers and before she could register anything definite, she could feel his palms against her skin and rubbing her in places she never knew existed until now. It didn’t take long before she could feel the heat between her legs, the sensation of sweat forming on her skin and trickling down like raindrops. Not that she was the only one that was getting aroused by this, if the clothed hardness against her inner thigh was of any indication.
They broke from their kiss then, faces flushed and panting. Hijikata only gave himself a minute to reorganize his thoughts before blinking, and then shaking his head as one hand reached down to start unfastening his pants, the sound of a zipper being undone as the fly came loose. Naoto noted through the haze of her own arousal that the man was already hard and leaking with pre-cum.
“…protection?” she started, somewhat lamely.
“Fuck that,” growled the man as he leaned in closer, his hands grabbing her hips. “S’not like we’re going to die by something like that anyway.”
“I suppose that’s true-ah!” her response was cut short as she felt Hijikata entering her, his length plunging almost cruelly inside her as he went deep in one well-aimed thrust, hitting her prostrate instantly. There was a pause of a few moments after that as both hunters found themselves overwhelmed by the heat and pleasure, but eventually the feeling started to settle and Hijikata took that as the cue to start moving.
The sex was neither slow nor caring; it was rough and fast, full of nothing but lust and the need for pent-up release. Every thrust was simply aimed for nothing but pleasure, giving no thought to being gentle or nice. Not that Naoto minded too much, anyway-she was as used to it as the man was, and if anything she did like this quite a bit. The speed and power that Hijikata used would have broken human bones a long time ago, but of course Naoto was no human-she was a demon, one of the strongest and most feared in the country. Such inhuman, harsh sex was something that she was well-acquainted with.
At the way they were going, it didn’t take long before her breaths started to quicken, every muscle in her body tensing as the tightness is her abdomen stirred and got tighter and tighter until with a quiet cry, slipped into orgasm as she clenched tight around the cock buried within her. Hijikata followed soon after, a soft moan signalling his release as he came inside her.
A strange sort of silence settled in after that, the kind of silence that came after sex. Naoto had to note with some credit that Hijikata hadn’t actually fallen over her or anything-he remained above her, supported by his hands pressing down on the mattress on her sides. In this kind of position, it only took a bit before the man regained back most of whatever consciousness that he could muster, withdrawing from her before he allowed himself to fall on the space of the bed beside her, smelling of nothing else now but come and sweat.
Naoto rolled around on her side to cast a tired glance at the man now beside her. “I’ll cook breakfast in the morning as a return,” she murmured.
All she heard in response to that was a low, equally-tired grunt that most likely translated to ‘whatever’.
…she supposed she could take that as a yes.