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catladywriter · 10 months ago

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Inotan Fanfic: Honeymoon Heat in the Alley

Synopsis: On their honeymoon in Kyoto, the summer festival's chaos overwhelms Inosuke. Tanjirou takes him to a secluded alley for a calming embrace. What starts as a kiss quickly ignites Inosuke's passion. Despite the risk and inappropriate setting, Tanjirou finds himself giving in to Inosuke's desires.

(aka Inosuke and Tanjirou indulging in a fiery tryst against a gritty alley wall.)

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Secondary Pairing: ZenNezu (Zenitsu x Nezuko)

Setting: Canon AU, 4-5 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: ~5000 words

Status: Complete One-shot.

This story takes place a few years after the events of the main series, with Inosuke and Tanjirou being 20 years old in this fic. As part of the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom, it was originally intended to come after a fic about their first time together and another about their wedding. But I ended up finishing this one first, and couldn’t wait months to post it, so I decided to post it out of order! Rest assured, the other stories are still planned, and you can still enjoy this as a standalone fic.

Warning: This story takes a more mature and intense direction from my usual work. It contains graphic descriptions of sex and explores the complexities of intimacy, including arousal, fear, thrills and vulnerability, that arise from having sex in a semi-public setting. If you have been following this series but feel uncomfortable reading works with sexual content, please know that you can skip this story without missing anything.

By the way, if you'd like a little help visualizing an older Inosuke and Tanjirou, this fanart depicts them with a more mature look than in canon.

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The crimson glow of sunset painted the Gion district in a warm embrace as Tanjirou and Inosuke strolled hand-in-hand, the vibrant energy of Kyoto pulsating around them. Their honeymoon, a long-awaited reward after months of wedding planning pandemonium, had finally arrived. Stepping away from the familiar warmth of the Wisteria Garden, the newlyweds ventured into the heart of a thriving summer festival.

Clad in festive yukata, freshly rented from their inn, they presented a contrasting picture. Tanjirou wore his with a touch of simple elegance, the fabric flowing smoothly around his frame. As usual, Inosuke preferred to go shirtless. His yukata sleeves draped over his fluffy deer fur belt, which he'd insisted on layering over the obi belt, earning a disapproving look from the innkeeper.

The air crackled with excitement as the chaos of the celebration washed over them – a joyous cacophony of music and laughter. Food stalls overflowed with tantalising aromas, a dazzling array of colours promising a feast for the eyes and the stomach.

Tanjirou's eyes sparkled with excitement. They'd had a blast playing games earlier, winning a bounty of toys for Nezuko back home. Now, his gaze flitted from skewered yakitori to fluffy takoyaki with the enthusiasm of a child in a candy store. He excitedly explained each dish to Inosuke, both of them digging into their chosen treats with contented murmurs. Every now and then, Tanjirou held out a piece of his takoyaki, a glint of adoration in his eyes. Inosuke happily took a bite, the shared treat bringing a blush to their cheeks and a grin to their lips.

They would erupt in shared laughter over some of the more outlandish offerings that they couldn’t understand, lamenting the absence of their resident city boy Zenitsu, who was back home with Nezuko, managing the Wisteria Garden, having gone for their own honeymoon prior.

"I'm definitely not eating that," Tanjirou winced at a mountain of vibrantly green shaved ice topped with a dollop of what smelt like wasabi, "but I do wonder if Zenitsu's ever had it."

"Had it?" Inosuke scoffed. "Bet he fainted just looking at it! Imagine the tears and whines if he actually ate it!"

And they both burst into laughter together.

"Huh? What's going on over there?" Inosuke said, his attention snagged by a sudden flurry of movement on the stage. He wrapped a protective arm around Tanjirou’s shoulder, steering him closer to the stage. A booming taiko performance pulsed through the air.

Initially, Inosuke mirrored Tanjirou's infectious enthusiasm. His boisterous laughter echoed over the festival's din, a playful counterpoint to the rhythmic thunder of the drums. But as the crowd around them began to swell, a subtle shift occurred. His bright eyes, usually alight with excitement, darted nervously around the ever-tightening throng. The hand on Tanjirou’s shoulder, at first relaxed, tightened into a white-knuckled grip. Reaching out with his other hand, he grasped Tanjirou's yukata sleeve.

Tanjirou recognized the telltale signs of his lover's growing unease. With a gentle tug, he steered Inosuke away from the teeming heart of the festival, weaving through the throngs of people until they found a quiet refuge in a dimly lit alley. Here, the clamour of the festival was a muffled echo, replaced by the comforting hum of the city at night.

Inosuke, when overwhelmed, often craved a release of a different kind. Usually, it was a frenetic dash through the woods, a chance to channel his excess energy and clear his head. But here, with Tanjirou by his side, the intensity he sought wasn't a physical one. At least, not in that sense.

Tanjirou gently wrapped his arms around Inosuke, pulling him into a warm embrace. Inosuke, initially tense, melted into comforting hold. Tanjirou's hand moved to stroke Inosuke's back in a slow, soothing rhythm. The rapid rise and fall of Inosuke's chest gradually calmed, his breaths becoming deeper and more even.

The world around them seemed to fade away as Tanjirou focused on the steady beat of his own heart against his chest. In that quiet space, a warmth bloomed within Inosuke, a shift Tanjirou sensed more than saw. He lifted his head, his gaze locking with Inosuke's. A flicker of something new sparked in Inosuke's eyes – a mix of desire and a question unspoken. He leaned in, his breath hot and inviting against Tanjirou's lips.

A flicker of concern crossed Tanjirou's face. "Here?" he murmured, a tremor of uncertainty in his voice. "Someone might see us."

Inosuke's eyes held a simmering intensity now. He cupped Tanjirou's face, his grip firm yet gentle. "They won’t," he declared.

Before another objection could escape Tanjirou's lips, Inosuke pulled him close, pressing him against the rough brick wall. Their lips met in a kiss that was both familiar and exhilarating. Tanjirou's initial surprise dissolved into a smile. A little kissing wouldn’t hurt, he supposed. He leaned into the kiss, their lips moving in a familiar dance fueled by a quiet wanting that had blossomed throughout the night.

Inosuke's kiss deepened, his touch lingering on Tanjirou's lips in a way that sent a delicious shiver down his core. But the urgency in Inosuke's movements shifted. His hands, once content to caress Tanjirou's face, began to roam with a newfound purpose. One hand slipped possessively around Tanjirou's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. The other, with a swiftness that startled Tanjirou, reached behind his knee. A forceful tug sent the fabric of his yukata bunching upwards. The familiar weight of the garment lessened, a cool draft replacing its warmth against his legs.

Tanjirou gasped in surprise. "Whoa there, Inosuke," he chuckled, interpreting Inosuke's sudden manoeuvre as mere clumsiness. "Maybe slow down a little? We don't want to get tangled up in my clothes, do we?"

The hungry glint in Inosuke's eyes, however, didn't falter. Instead, it intensified with a flicker of something possessive. Before Tanjirou could fully register the shift, Inosuke's hand, still tangled with the loosened yukata fabric, snagged on the sash for a moment. With a frustrated snort, he abandoned the sash altogether and shoved the yukata upwards with a rough push. The fabric, bunched up further, exposing a significant stretch of Tanjirou's legs.

Tanjirou's mind lurched to a halt. The playful banter died on his lips, replaced by a blush that crept up his neck. His eyes widened as understanding dawned on him, slow and disbelieving at first.

A thrill lanced through him as Inosuke's hand grazed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, sparking in him a confusing mix of shock and a burgeoning awareness. But the playful touch quickly escalated. Tanjirou let out a sharp gasp as Inosuke's hand ventured far beyond a stray caress. A searing heat flared where it slipped past his underwear, igniting a spark deep within him. A strangled cry escaped his lips as Inosuke's fingers delved deeper.

"I... Inosuke?" he stammered. The question hung heavy in the air, a formality both unnecessary and slightly comical under the circumstances. Tanjirou's keen sense of smell had already picked up on the raw hunger radiating from his husband. Inosuke, it seemed, was far past the point of discussion.

"Inosuke," he stammered, urgency lacing his words, "not here… we need to get back to the inn... somewhere private..."

He fumbled with his yukata, trying to pull it back down, but Inosuke snatched the fabric with a firm grip, preventing him from doing so.

Inosuke's fiery gaze held Tanjirou captive. "Later's out of the question," he growled. "I want you now."

A sharp breath hitched in Tanjirou's chest as Inosuke's hand continued its relentless exploration. "Inosuke, stop!" he pleaded, pushing weakly against the insistent touch that delved deeper. "This is a public place..."

Inosuke scoffed. "There's no one here, already checked with my spatial awareness."

"But... someone could come along later..."

Inosuke's response was a guttural grunt, his movements growing more urgent with each passing moment. "So what?" he challenged, his eyes blazing with a hunger that left no room for argument. Tanjirou couldn't help but wonder if Inosuke even considered the consequences.

"You know I won't stop once I start," Inosuke declared, his voice thick with raw desire. "Like the wild boar I am."

But of course. Tanjirou had witnessed this wild boar side of Inosuke countless times before – a relentless force when his desires took hold. He felt a tremor course through him, a mix of apprehension and a forbidden thrill.

Recognising that resistance was futile, a reckless decision bloomed in Tanjirou's mind. "Alright, Inosuke," he gritted out. "I'll do what you want. But we have to be quick about it."

Inosuke, caught off guard by the sudden surrender, loosened his grip for a fleeting moment. Tanjirou seized the opportunity, pulling away and quickly adjusting his dishevelled yukata. A wave of relief washed over him as he regained a sense of modesty, even if it was only temporary.

"Clothes must stay on.” Tanjirou continued, voice regaining some firmness. “In case someone walks in on us, we can make a quick escape. But don’t stain anything. We still have to return these yukata to the inn…”

Inosuke bristled. "Seems like a lot to remember." Impatience flickered in his eyes.

Tanjirou met his gaze, a spark of defiance igniting within him. "Then pay attention. Do you still want this or not?" he snapped back.

Inosuke huffed in concession. "Fine, fine. Anything else?"

"And," he blurted out, voice dropping to a nervous whisper, "you mustn't come inside me."

The thought of returning to their inn after this, carrying the weight of Inosuke's release within him, sent a blush scorching across Tanjirou's face. His brain conjured a mental image of a literal walk of shame.

Inosuke's brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh? But why? I always do."

The blush on Tanjirou's face deepened to a crimson. "I-It's not that I don't want it," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "It's just... the walk back... I wouldn't be able to hold it in, and it would leak out. It would be... embarrassing.”

Tanjirou wondered if Inosuke would empathise, considering that he never had to experience it himself. Fortunately, Inosuke seemed to pick up on Tanjirou’s distress and did not press further, merely saying, “Oh. So where, then?”

Good question. Panic surged through Tanjirou again as he considered his limited options. Certainly not here, in this grimy alley. His mind raced, picturing the horrified expression of the poor cleaner who might stumble upon their indiscretion. Besides, if someone had witnessed them enter the alley, any physical evidence would be a damning confirmation. He needed a solution, fast.

"In... in my mouth," he blurted out, his face flaming. "When you feel yourself getting close, pull out and…" Shame choked the rest of the instructions.

Inosuke's initial surprise gave way to understanding. He gave a sharp nod, tightening his grip on Tanjirou as a silent promise.

A wave of relief washed over Tanjirou, laced with a thrill of forbidden anticipation. His fingers trembled slightly as he loosened his obi, allowing the yukata to hang more loosely around his legs. With typical disregard, Inosuke undid and tossed his own fur belt and obi aside. They landed with a soft thud on their bag of festival trinkets, leaving his yukata to slip down and pool around his ankles.

"I said clothes must stay on!" Tanjirou hissed, catching his yukata. He tugged it over Inosuke’s shoulders, urging him to slip his arms through the sleeves. Inosuke grumbled his disapproval of the constricting garment as it was forced over his broad chest. The yukata gaped open in the front without the belt to secure it. Fabric rustled as they shed their undergarments.

Tanjirou peeled back his own yukata with deliberate care, exposing only what was necessary for Inosuke's access. Shame burned in his throat. This wasn't their idyllic summer festival date as he'd imagined, but with the raw desire radiating from Inosuke, Tanjirou felt powerless to resist.

He was secretly thankful for his decision to wear a dark-colored yukata. It could, with careful manipulation, conceal the evidence of their encounter. A damp patch, barely noticeable under the cover of night, would be the only trace of their stolen intimacy. This hidden secret, a memory tucked away in the folds of the starlit night, was theirs alone.

Of course, he wouldn't dream of returning the soiled yukata to the inn. The thought of some unsuspecting customer receiving the stained garment was not only inconsiderate but downright disrespectful. He wouldn't be a party to such an unfortunate situation. No, after they were finished, he'd discreetly purchase the yukata from the innkeeper. It was a small price to pay for their discreet indulgence.

Inosuke wasted no time. His fingers plunged between Tanjirou's legs, urgent and demanding. Tanjirou's back arched against the brick wall, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips. They had already indulged in passionate lovemaking back at their inn, eliminating the need for lengthy foreplay. The single thought that echoed in Tanjirou's mind was clear: quick, quick, quick.

As Inosuke's skilled touch continued, waves of anxiety and raw arousal crashed over Tanjirou. He squeezed his eyes shut, a strangled whimper slipping past his lips despite his attempts to stay silent. Pleasure surged with each deliberate touch, threatening to consume him entirely. Then, with a swift and powerful thrust, Inosuke pressed into him, their bodies melding together in a scorching union.

Tanjirou instinctively wrapped his arms around Inosuke's neck, seeking comfort and a semblance of control. His forehead found solace in the crook of Inosuke's shoulder, muffling his whimper. Inosuke shifted, one hand braced against the wall for support, while the other found its place on the small of Tanjirou's back.

Inosuke's thrusts, though forceful and purposeful, were restricted by their close proximity. Each withdrawal felt tantalizingly brief, teasing and intensifying the burning desire that consumed them both.

"Damn," Inosuke growled, frustration and raw need lacing his voice. He pressed his hips harder against Tanjirou's, grinding their lower bodies together in a way that sent waves of exquisite pleasure coursing through them. He dipped his head, nipping at Tanjirou's exposed neck with a roughness that ignited a line of fire across his skin.

A primal thrill surged through Tanjirou, sharp and raw. Ragged gasps, hot against Inosuke's neck, punctuated each thrust. Despite his efforts to remain silent, strangled moans escaped his lips. Being taken like this, in the dark and public alleyway, added a forbidden edge to their pleasure. Yet, a sliver of worry snaked through his arousal, the muffled sounds of the city outside serving as a constant reminder of their vulnerability.

His usually keen sense of smell was useless here, drowned out by the musk of Inosuke's arousal and the intoxicating scent of their illicit lovemaking. If anyone were to enter the alleyway, he wouldn't even smell them coming. Panic gnawed at him with every distant rustle, every flicker of light. They needed to finish. Now.

With a surge of nervous energy, Tanjirou arched his back and lifted one leg, wrapping it high around Inosuke's hip.

"Hurry, Inosuke!" Tanjirou yelped, a plea laced with desperation. "Someone might be coming!"

Inosuke's grunt of approval was followed by a firm grip beneath Tanjirou’s thigh. With a swift movement, Inosuke hoisted Tanjirou’s thigh even higher, and Tanjirou found himself exposed in a way he hadn't anticipated. A jolt of heat shot through him, leaving him breathless.

The new position was a revelation. With one leg slung high, Inosuke could plunge deeper than before. Tanjirou’s body, tense with anxiety, arched involuntarily against the intrusion, a gasp muffled by Inosuke's shoulder. Each thrust, rough, deliberate, and shockingly deep, sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through him.

Whimpers escaped Tanjirou’s lips with every intrusion. He wanted this to end, the fear of discovery gnawing at his gut. Yet, with each agonising moment, the pleasure intensified.

Tanjirou dug his fingers into Inosuke's hair, the soft strands a fleeting comfort against the storm raging within him. He yearned to scream, to surrender to the pleasure, but terror of being heard, being discovered, held him captive. A strangled moan ripped from his throat, a sound teetering between pain and ecstasy.

"Inosuke, slower," he choked out, his voice a raw blend of pleasure and desperation.

"Hurry is what you said," Inosuke growled, his voice ragged with his own rising desire. He complied slightly, but his thrusts continued deeply, sending shivers of ecstasy dancing down Tanjirou’s spine.

"Almost there," Inosuke barked, a triumphant edge clawing into his voice. He surged into Tanjirou with a forceful thrust, deeper and more demanding. Tanjirou's body convulsed, a strangled cry erupting from his throat. The pleasure was a tightrope walk, a thrilling dance on a razor's edge. He clung to Inosuke, his body trembling from the intensity.

Just as Tanjirou felt himself teetering on the precipice, a drunken laugh echoed through the alleyway, sending a surge of paralyzing dread through him.

"Inosuke! People!" Tanjirou choked out, his voice a strangled whisper. "Stop! Pull out, now!"

"Not yet!" Inosuke snarled, his defiance a stark contrast to Tanjirou's blinding panic. The unexpected resistance left Tanjirou momentarily stunned, unsure of how to proceed.

Five drunken figures stumbled into the alleyway, their laughter echoing off the brick walls. The stench of sake hung heavy in the air. Maybe, just maybe, they would pass without noticing them.

A desperate plan sparked in Tanjirou's mind. "Don't move," he hissed, yanking Inosuke closer. He lunged forward, his kiss urgent, a silent plea for cooperation veiled by a sudden surge of passion. In the dim light, they might pass for a lovesick couple lost in a drunken embrace. It was a desperate gamble, a last-ditch effort to cloak the truth simmering beneath their clothing.

For a glorious, heart-stopping moment, it seemed to work. Inosuke, momentarily distracted by the unexpected kiss, faltered. His thrusts slowed, and he leaned into the kiss, passionate and eager.

Just as Tanjirou dared to breathe a sigh of relief, a new wave of panic surged through him. Inosuke, ever unpredictable, deepened the kiss with renewed fervour. His tongue explored Tanjirou's mouth with a newfound intensity, demanding and bold. This wasn't just a distraction anymore. It was a spark that had ignited a fire.

The shift in Inosuke's body sent a tremor through Tanjirou. The thrusts that had faltered earlier returned, this time with a renewed intensity that mirrored the deepening kiss.

The boisterous laughter of the approaching group grew louder, bouncing off the brick walls with cruel mockery. Their drunken voices, once a distant hum, were now mere feet away. A fresh wave of blinding panic slammed into Tanjirou. His body, caught between intense pleasure and a heightened arousal, became a battleground. Each of Inosuke's movements sent a jolt through him, a strange mix of unwanted arousal and escalating fear. He felt the telltale tension building in Inosuke's thrusts, a tightening coil that mirrored the grip of fear squeezing his heart.

A sudden memory jolted him – his request to Inosuke earlier, would Inosuke forget about it?

"Inosuke, hold back, please," he whimpered. "Don’t… Not inside..."

"Then do I pull out now?!" Inosuke’s voice was a rough rasp against Tanjirou's ear.

"N…no!" Tanjirou choked out. "Wait..." But even as the plea escaped his lips, he knew it was a flimsy dam against the rising tide of Inosuke's urgency.

"Can't wait!" Inosuke hissed, frustration crackling in his voice like a dying fire. Tanjirou clenched his teeth, a silent scream trapped in his chest. The drunks lingered with agonising slowness, their laughter a cruel soundtrack to his growing despair. Any sudden movement, any sound louder than their ragged gasps, could shatter their precarious facade and draw the drunken men's unwanted attention.

"Now," Inosuke rasped, voice rough with urgency. His movements became frantic, a primal desperation fueling each forceful thrust. The dam within Tanjirou crumbled under the relentless assault. With a choked whisper of surrender, he whimpered, "Inside me."

The climax arrived with a shuddering release, Inosuke's muffled groan barely a whisper against Tanjirou's ear. A familiar surge of pleasure, intense and welcome, momentarily eclipsed his worries. Heat flared in his core, spreading outwards in waves as Inosuke trembled against him.

Tanjirou sagged against the brick wall, chest heaving with exertion, his body shaky from the aftermath of the electrifying release. Inosuke remained pressed against him, the lingering warmth of their connection washing over him. The drunken men had finally stumbled away, but the alley felt too exposed, a stage waiting for another unwelcome spotlight.

Inosuke reluctantly pulled away, both of them panting heavily. A tense silence stretched between them, broken only by the fading echo of their ragged breaths. Adrenaline slowly bled away, replaced by a prickling awareness of their situation. Tanjirou could feel the damp warmth of Inosuke's release trickling down his thighs, a consequence he'd anticipated but failed to prevent.

"We should get dressed," Tanjirou croaked, his voice hoarse. "There could be others." He reached for the gaping front of his yukata to pull it shut, desperately wanting to reclaim a sense of normalcy.

But Inosuke wasn’t finished. A feral growl rumbled in his chest, a sound both primal and possessive. Before Tanjirou could react, Inosuke’s arms shot under Tanjirou's thighs in a powerful heave. The world tilted as Inosuke lifted him clean off the ground, the yukata parting dramatically like a ripped stage curtain. Exposed and panting, Tanjirou found himself pinned against the rough brick wall, legs dangling uselessly by Inosuke's sides.

Inosuke tightened his grip, his arms wrapping around Tanjirou's thighs and hip. Tanjirou's back arched against the wall, his head thrown back in a mix of shock and a burgeoning heat that threatened to consume him. In this precarious position, Tanjirou was suspended entirely by Inosuke's strength, supported precariously by the hard brick against his back. His chest heaved with a sense of heightened vulnerability.

"Inosuke?!" The word tumbled out of Tanjirou, a mix of bewilderment and a yearning he couldn't quite place.

Inosuke's eyes glowed with predatory hunger. "One more time," he rasped, voice thick with need. "I’ll be quick, Tanjirou. Trust me."

Tanjirou's mind reeled. He wanted to protest, to remind Inosuke of the danger, but the words died in his throat, lost in the frantic pounding of his heart.

"We were interrupted," Inosuke said, a touch of defensiveness in his voice, as though he were trying to justify his incredulous decision.

The new position – hips thrust outwards, legs held high and spread apart – offered an even deeper intimacy. Inosuke surged into Tanjirou, the deeper penetration a fresh jolt that momentarily eclipsed the gnawing anxiety. Sharp gasps tore from Tanjirou's lips, a mix of surprise, soreness, and a rising tide of pleasure that battled the constant threat of discovery. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around Inosuke's waist, seeking support and a sliver of comfort.

Low grunts erupted from Inosuke's chest with each forceful thrust, mirroring the heat blooming within Tanjirou. The frantic rasp of their yukata against skin added a raw edge of urgency and friction to their movements.

The constant threat of discovery loomed, a dark threat hanging over pleasure. With each forceful thrust, a surge of electric pleasure shot through him, a jarring counterpoint to the rising tide of panic in his chest. Could his body take another climax out here, especially with the risk of Inosuke finishing inside him again?

"It’s too risky!” He choked out. “Someone will see us!"

But Inosuke seemed deaf to his pleas, consumed by primal need. Frustration curdled in Tanjirou's gut alongside the fear.

A frantic scan of the alley revealed only faint moonlight and emptiness. Relief washed over him, a fleeting comfort against the knot of nerves in his stomach.

"Inosuke," he choked out against his shoulder, desperation lacing his voice. "We need to stop..."

Still no response. The raw need within Tanjirou mirrored Inosuke's. His body arched instinctively with each thrust. A whimper escaped his lips despite his struggle for silence.

His mind raced. There was no other choice. They had to finish, and fast. "Inosuke, please," he pleaded, voice trembling. "Hurry... before someone comes..."

Inosuke's response was a sharp intake of breath. "I know, you just focus on finishing me off in your mouth this time." With that, his movements became a relentless assault, a storm of sensation that left Tanjirou with no choice but to surrender. His muffled whimpers turned into desperate gasps for air.

Tanjirou's mind whirled in a dizzying vortex of edging panic and desire. His body, a puppet caught in Inosuke's relentless storm, responded with a desperate urgency. Pleasure radiated from his core, building with each powerful thrust, a tidal wave threatening to engulf him. A crescendo of desire built within them, urging them closer to the peak.

Inosuke's pace slowed, his movements becoming deliberate, controlled. With a sharp exhale, he wrenched himself free, wrestling with his own primal urges. He gently released Tanjirou, who wobbled slightly on unsteady legs. Tanjirou’s legs, drained of strength, buckled beneath him, sending him sliding down the rough wall. Through the haze of pleasure and lingering fear, a single, vital task flickered in his mind.

With trembling hands, he reached out, his hand shaking, and grasped at Inosuke's hardness, drawing it into his mouth. His body tensed, then shuddered with the force of his release. The wave of warmth that flooded Tanjirou's mouth was both exhilarating and overwhelming. He fought back a gag reflex, focusing on the frantic rhythm of Inosuke's ragged moans and the desperate grip he had on Tanjirou's shoulders for support.

As the tremors subsided and Inosuke's ragged breaths filled the air, a wave of accomplishment, tinged with a sliver of shame, washed over Tanjirou. They had done it, marked their passion illicitly in this grimy alley and possibly gotten away with it. The silence stretched, broken only by the rasp of their breathing and the distant echo of their shared pleasure.

Tanjirou slumped against the wall, his body a leaden weight. The pleasure had faded, leaving behind a dull ache and a mess that made him grimace. He knew they should move, but the thought of even the slightest exertion felt daunting. A wave of self-consciousness washed over him – the wetness, the stickiness of sweat and…everything else. What could he possibly clean himself up with in their current situation?

Suddenly, a loud ripping sound tore him from his thoughts. Inosuke, already dressed and rummaging through their prize bag, grabbed an uchiwa and ripped the paper off its bamboo frame. It was the pink one Tanjirou had painstakingly won for Nezuko, the one that matched her favourite kimono perfectly. A pang of indignance shot through him, but Inosuke's shrug was dismissive.

"We got her plenty of other stuff."

Tanjirou watched with a resigned sigh as Inosuke used the makeshift tool to mop up his legs.

"Looks like you wet yourself," Inosuke teased, jabbing a finger at the darkened stain on Tanjirou's yukata. Tanjirou had naively hoped the dark fabric would hide the evidence, but two rounds of his own release had left a large, soggy patch.

Surrendering his dignity to the situation, Tanjirou let Inosuke take charge. Resourceful as ever, Inosuke removed his fluffy brown deer fur belt from around his obi belt and wrapped it crudely around Tanjirou's hip, its wideness effectively concealing the telltale damp patch. The belt, typically worn beneath Inosuke’s bare torso, accentuated Inosuke's wild, animalistic appeal, but Tanjirou knew that on himself, it simply looked… silly.

"See? All covered up now," Inosuke declared with a triumphant grin.

A semblance of normalcy restored, they began their slow walk back towards the fading festival lights. Tanjirou leaned against Inosuke, his legs still shaky from their intense encounter. Inosuke, however, was famished. Most of the festival stores were packing up, the night drawing to a close. But with a determined glint in his eye, Inosuke rummaged through a closing stall, emerging triumphantly with the last remaining supply of choco bananas, scored at a discount to boot.

He offered one to Tanjirou, but the offer was met with a resolute headshake. The metallic tang of Inosuke's release still lingered on his tongue, a unique, but not entirely unpleasant, taste. Yet, the sight of the phallic-shaped treats did little to entice him. In fact, it served as a stark reminder of their outrageous act in the alley, sending a wave of hot shame crashing down on him.

Inosuke's brow furrowed.

"You okay? Are you mad at me?" he blurted, a flicker of worry flashing in his eyes.

Tanjirou, realising his refusal had sent the wrong message, offered a quick, reassuring smile. "No, I'm not mad at you," he said gently. "Why would you think that?"

Inosuke's cheeks flushed a faint pink. "I... I'm sorry," he mumbled, his usual bravado faltering. "I know I can be selfish sometimes. It's just..." He trailed off, then blurted, "You're always the one in control, so composed. Seeing you unravel like that, all flustered and pleading... that, well, that gets me going in a way nothing else ever has."

Inosuke’s rare apology sparked a wave of tenderness over Tanjirou. He reached out, stroking Inosuke's hair with a playful smile. "If I hated it," he teased, "you'd have gotten a headbutt in that alley, wouldn't you?"

Inosuke's face, previously etched with worry, broke into a wide grin. "That’s what I thought!" he exclaimed. "So... you liked it?"

The question hung in the air. Tanjirou replayed the scene in his mind - the adrenaline rush of near-discovery warring with a raw, primal thrill. Being publicly claimed by Inosuke. The forbidden edge of it all – reckless, irresponsible, wildly inappropriate – the complete antithesis of everything Tanjirou held dear – was undeniably intoxicating.

The complex mix of emotions was difficult to articulate. So, settling for a simple truth, he admitted, "Yeah... yeah, I guess I did."

"Really?! So can we do it again?" Inosuke's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Maybe..." Tanjirou started cautiously. "But next time, don’t jump me like that. We need a plan. Wear the right clothes, bring cleaning supplies, be prepared..."

Inosuke's grin widened. "Of course! You can count on me to plan!"

Tanjirou watched his lover gleefully devour the last choco banana, a wry smile playing on his lips. Despite the sense of security Inosuke offered in most situations, planning wasn't his forte. But then again, maybe that disarming impulsiveness was part of the thrill, along with his own intense reactions. And if that's what Inosuke craved, well, Tanjirou wouldn't be one to deny him.

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Author's Notes: I was writing the smut fic about Inosuke and Tanjirou's first time, but a plot bunny for some steamy alleyway action hopped into my brain (smut is a powerful muse, I tell you!). This story just refused to wait its turn and practically wrote itself in a two-hour burst of excitement. However, the initial rush of inspiration wasn't the end of the road. Polishing the scenes, ensuring a smooth flow, and making sure the intimacy felt realistic took a lot of time and effort. I spent countless hours rereading, tweaking, and obsessing over descriptions to avoid repetitive language (you know, beyond the usual "thrusting" and "gasping"). Revising each day for a whole week felt like a marathon, but I'm finally thrilled to share the finished product! I know it is not perfect, but I’m proud of it! Looking back, I remember the initial nervousness and embarrassment when I embarked on my smut-writing journey. It was a constant battle of procrastination and cringe. But as the story unfolded, that awkwardness melted away, replaced by pure creative energy. Show Some Love (If You Want To!): I understand the potential awkwardness of reading smut, or even expressing your thoughts on it. Believe me, I've just been there! While these stories tend to attract readers, the engagement can be low . So, a friendly reminder: First, if anyone should feel embarrassed, it's me, the writer! Second, feel free to leave anonymous kudos or comments on my AO3 if you prefer. Bonus Ending Dilemma: On a side note, I wrote an extended ending featuring Inosuke and Tanjirou encountering Giyuu and Sanemi at the festival. It's just a funny little ending scene that injects my usual dose of humour. However, I'm worried it might distract from the central intimacy of the story. If you'd be interested in reading this bonus chapter, please let me know!

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