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“COMING THROUGH, COMING THROUGH!” Inosuke’s shouting echoed through the hall, the polished wood flooring reverberated with the pounding of his footsteps. Lighter but just as purposeful steps could be heard following.
Zenitsu’s ears had saved him from the surprise of Inosuke practically yanking the shouji door off its hinges as he entered the room the trio shared while recovering from their latest mission.
“Benitsu! Your Lord has returned from training! Now bow at my feet like a good minion! Hahaha!” He stood before the entrance with his hands on his hips, torso heaving with a boisterous laugh. Tanjirou’s head peaked behind his shoulder trying to look into the room.
Even though Zenitsu would absolutely refuse to bow to Inosuke of all people under normal circumstances, the chances of him being able to safely reach the floor at the moment were nigh. Where he once stood at 164.5 centimeters, he now stood at a measly 29 due to the demon blood art the trio encounter on their last mission.
Apparently, and unbelievably, if anyone were to ask him, he had slain the demon, but had already received the blunt of their blood art attack shortly before. Why the blood art shrunk him even Shinobu couldn’t figure out, and there was the question of whether the blood art was capable of a whole slew of physical transformations or just shrinkage. However, with the death of the demon, the likelihood of discovering the answers to such questions was practically non-existent. So for now, Shinobu has simply been checking in on him for any significant changes or lingering effects of the blood art. Due to Zenitsu’s sacrifice in height, Tanjirou and Inosuke came out of the fight with few worrying injuries. A few weeks of treatment and recovery training and they’d be good to go out once more.
Zenitsu scowled at the boar child from his makeshift bed, which sat atop the dresser between the other two boy’s beds. Since he obviously couldn’t fit into the usual yukatas the butterfly estate provided them with, Aoi had crafted him a simple one made from spare fabric. It was a wonderfully saturated red-orange color and stitched together with a surprising amount of care. When Zenitsu had thanked her for her efforts however, Aoi had admitted with a light flush on her cheeks that she enjoyed making clothes for her dolls as a child. Then, curse his ears, she had muttered under her breath about how cute Zenitsu looked and wanting to play dress up while he was so tiny. He willfully ignored the blush that similarly colored his face at overhearing her words.
“What makes you think I would ever want to bow to you?” He retorted.
“Because I’m a king! And I beat Kanoto in the tea game today!” Inosuke marched up to the dresser. “Besides what are you gonna do about it with how small you are?” He pinched the collar of Zenitsu’s yukata and pulled the boy up to eye level, “I can just make you bow now!”
Zenitsu squirmed and shrieked uselessly before he started to slip out of the arms of his robe, which made him promptly cease to move. “Put me down, you beast! I’m going to fall out of my yukata and break my legs from this height! O-or something horrible like that, anyways!”
At that, Tanjirou stepped into action and worriedly requested Inosuke to put Zenitsu down as well. When he continued to swing Zenitsu by the neck of the cloth, Tanjirou swiftly but gently took him into his own grasp and into safety.
“Inosuke! You have to be careful!” He scolded, naturally falling into his classic elder brother role, “Zenitsu is really fragile right now, don’t you want him to heal so he can join us on our next mission?”
Aforementioned boy had been taking deep breaths once he was taken out of death’s reach and safely into Tanjirou’s palms, readjusting the yukata that had fallen off his tiny shoulders.
Inosuke stared hard at Tanjirou for a few moments before his gaze moved over to the blonde. “It’s not like Monitsu even wants to go on missions, you know how he’s always complaining, like the weakling he is.” He slightly pouted.
“Well, as a king isn’t it your duty to protect your friends?” Tanjirou played at Inosuke’s little personality quirk to get him to see his way.
Inosuke threw his hands up at his own image being used against him. “Argh!
I guess!” Still looking at the blonde, Inosuke seemed to contemplate his friend’s form before making grabby hands for him and asking Tanjirou to hand him back over.
Zenitsu looked up to his savior with clear eyes. “Tanjirou. If you have any care for me at all you will not give me to him.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you or whatever promise! I just wanna hold ya’ is all.” Inosuke protested. Zenitsu noticed an odd twinge in his sound which did nothing to dispel his doubts, but the blue haired by seemed sincere enough and Tanjirou’s nose reached the same conclusion apparently because next thing he knew he was being pawned over into equally callused hands.
“Traitor! You traitor! Are you saying you don’t care for me, then?! I’ll make you repent for this!” He whined and cried, no real threat behind his words as usual.
He promptly shut up however, when a thumb gently pressed over his abdomen, covering its entirety and then some. Looking up at Inosuke, the boy almost seemed enraptured by the size difference. He began to feel the rest of his form, going down to his densely muscled legs and back up to his toned arms. The whole situation was kind of awkward for Zenitsu, especially with Tanjirou watching over them. Inosuke couldn’t care less about the blonde’s visible discomfort or Tanjirou’s following gaze. At least Tanjirou was somewhat aware of the strangeness of the situation, but it didn’t stop him from ogling Zenitsu’s small frame either, evidently. All of Inosuke’s rubbing had mussed up his robe again except this time it started to part down the middle. Face flushing with embarrassment, he made a move to close it, but to both his and Tanjirou’s surprise, the blue haired boy pinched one of his arms to prevent him from doing so.
Zenitsu became increasingly flustered at being bound and so exposed under the odd gaze of his two friends. “I-inosuke, this is embarrassing…” He tilted his head towards his chest in self-consciousness. Suddenly, the mountain child pressed his thumb into his groin and began grinding it in circular motions, causing both Tanjirou and Zenitsu to gasp, for different reasons, and for his yukata to increasingly expose his chest and legs. Tears piled in the corner of Zenitsu’s eyes as conflicting feelings of pleasure and shame coursed through his being. The action left him speechless and he began to gasp wetly as tiny tears finally trailed down his cheeks, legs twitching with indecision at whether to move towards or away from Inosuke’s thumb.
At the sight of Zenitsu’s flushed cheeks now glistening with tears, Tanjirou snapped back into action. “Inosuke, you shouldn’t do that! It’s indecent and you’re making Zenitsu upset!”
Inosuke simply glanced at him from the corner of his eye before refocusing his attention back on the blonde in his hand. “Oh please, I saw you looking too. Besides if he really doesn’t like it he can tell me himself.” He then directly addressed the blonde, “I think you like it, though. Even if you’re not willing to admit it, your dick sure is, haha!” Inosuke removed his thumb to massage the underside of Zenitsu’s tiny cock and his perineum, causing the thunder breath user to keen loudly, even for his small frame.
Tanjirou became bright red at the lustful sounds of his friend and quickly made to remove Zenitsu from Inosuke’s hold once more, but with his sharp sense Inosuke leaned away and held Zenitsu out of Tanjirou’s reach. Doing his best to clamor over the boar child while not risking knocking Zenitsu from his grip, Tanjirou reached over again, but Inosuke balanced on one leg while pushing him back with the other. “Argh! What’s your problem Monjirou?! He likes it, he likes it, you heard ‘im!” Then, jabbing a finger at Tanjirou’s chest, he taunted the red head, “You like it, too, I can tell! Your bodies are both roaring with that kind of energy!”
Tanjirou looked where Zenitsu was held in Inosuke’s fist, his strong legs bare and hanging out, bursts of red where the yukata still clung to his frame. Then his face, flushed and damp, eyes glistening, and his pretty pink lips parted and wet, releasing small pants.
Zenitsu met his increasingly lewd gaze, and with those lips called out his name. “Tanjirou,” He was captured by the erotic tone of voice and scene his friend made, “Tanjirou, i-it’s okay… Inosuke’s right, I like it, a l-lot.” More tears spilled over Zenitsu’s cheeks as he admitted to the guilty pleasure being manhandled by his friends brought him. Tanjirou swallowed the saliva that gathered in his mouth. “O-oh. Well, uhm.” He stuttered.
Inosuke took the chance to bring Zenitsu back in between them and rub at him again. “See, I told ya! Now,” Inosuke proceeded to push the yukata the rest of the way open and fondle Zenitsu’s now fully exposed chest, causing the tiny boy to release a small yelp of surprise. He rubbed an index finger over one breast before lightly tugging down on a nipple with the underside of his nail, watching the little nub flick as he continued to pull down and release it. Zenitsu mewled at what to him was rough but intensely pleasurable stimulation. Inosuke repeated his actions on the other breast, enthralled with the sounds coming from the doll sized Zenitsu and how he made him squirm. Suddenly Inosuke ceased to tease him and pushed his hand towards Tanjirou, his feminine face donning a smug smirk. “Here, now you try.”
Tanjirou gently took the blonde from Inosuke’s hand and into his own. Embarrassed and kind of put on the spot, he wasn’t sure where to begin. He spread Zenitsu’s legs wider by gently pushing each limb outwards with a finger before caressing the thick flesh of his thighs and calves. With both boys now a little more comfortable and relaxed, Tanjirou leaned down to plant a small kiss on his friend’s stomach. Up close however, the scent of arousal was much more apparent; the thunder breath user’s small stature making it harder to pick up from a distance. Taking a deep inhale of that almost addictive scent, Tanjirou laid another kiss down before laving at Zenitsu’s navel with the tip of his tongue, dipping in as much as their size difference would allow.
“Oh! Uhhn~” Zenitsu moaned lewdly at the odd sensation. Tanjirou’s tongue travelled further down his body, leaving his skin damp, and shivering at the smallest brush of air over it. Then Tanjirou laid his tongue over his dripping cock, completely covering it as he rhythmically pushed the wet muscle back and forth, as if he were imitating giving the blonde a hand job. Zenitsu threw his head back and keened as his member was practically engulfed.
Inosuke had gotten bored of watching and seeing Tanjirou use his tongue gave the blue-haired boy a momentary strike of genius. He pushed back choppy blonde locks to expose one of his friend’s sensitive ears. Just his callused fingers brushing by the delicate organs was enough to make the blonde shudder before he used the tip of his tongue to lick around the shell.
Immediately Zenitsu’s eyes rolled up into his head as he sobbed and released a string of rousing cries. “Augh! Ah, uhn! M-m-m-my… Aah!” His back involuntarily arched into a deep bow, legs shaking with tension and toes curling as Inosuke did his best to plunge the tip of his tongue into his outer ear canal. With his ear also pretty much covered, all he could hear were the obscene sounds of the muscle wriggling and prodding at one of his most sensitive erogenous zones, the noise adding to the pleasure he felt. It only took was a couple more seconds of the two licking at him for his entire body to shake with the force of his orgasm, his tiny cock spurting a little line of cum onto Tanjirou’s tongue. Zenitsu laid in his palm with limbs akimbo as the other two removed their mouths from him.
Now that he had a moment to clear his head, Tanjirou had become aware of the slightly uncomfortable sensation of his rock-hard member pressing into the front of his inpatient pants, which were slightly darkened with precum where the tip of his head was. Cheeks bursting red with embarrassment again, he palmed himself in one hand while laying Zenitsu down on his little bed with the other.
The movement didn’t escape Inosuke’s eyes and with another smug grin he ground his palm on top of Tanjirou’s. With a sharp intake of breath Tanjirou was ready to scold the boy again, but all he could get out was a gritted moan. A quick glance at Inosuke’s lap told a similar story, his cock also making an impressive tent in his pants.
He looked up into Inosuke’s brilliant green eyes at the sound of his voice. “It’s like you said, right? Friends help friends or whatever,” His crafty expression making it obvious that he was taking Tanjirou’s words out of context on purpose.
He really did have some beautiful friends, Tanjirou thought to himself. The building pleasure of Inosuke’s hand grinding his own down on his dick made him much more amiable to Inosuke’s idea of “helping”. So with his usual forward nature, Tanjirou reached his other hand over to start palming the blue haired boy through his pants, too. They masturbated each other for a few more moments, the sound of moving cloth, moans, and groans filling the space once more before they turned back to Zenitsu at seeing him rustle around out of their corner of their eyes.
Inosuke was seemingly struck with inspiration again as his eyes became alight before he yoinked the doll-sized blonde over to the bed where he and Tanjirou sat next each other. Still a little jarringly, but with an evident amount of care, he put Zenitsu down in between them to stand and shuck off his pants.
Standing proud and fully bare in front of the other two, he declared, “Zenitsu should help us, too! Your Lord pleased you, so now its your turn to do the same, haha!” He directed.
“What?! First of all, you said my name! Second of all, how am I supposed to do that?! And you’re not a Lord!” Zenitsu accused.
A sly grin stretched across the mountain child’s face. “I’ll show ya.”
Inosuke plopped himself back down onto the bed, causing Zenitsu to bounce into the air a little with a small ‘eep!’ Then all of sudden he was lifted before being placed right in front of Inosuke’s dick, red and engorged, hot with blood he could hear rushing loudly through the other boy’s body.
Zenitsu leaned back into the large palm still cupping him from behind, inadvertently blocking any attempt to escape. He looked up when he collided with the hand. From this angle Inosuke towered over him, the ridges and dips of his defined body even more impactful. “H-huh?” He questioned, arousal beginning to kindle in his gut and dull some of the anxiety he felt.
“Jack me off! Use your little hands,” Inosuke exclaimed. Zenitsu stared at the monster length in front of him, standing only a few centimeters taller, the tip of the uncut head meeting just under his diaphragm. Still somewhat frazzled, Zenitsu took a small step forward and hesitantly stroked his little fingers over the head.
Pearls of precum leaked from the urethra and already thinly coated some of Inosuke’s member from when Tanjirou was helping him rub one out. A random stroke of curiosity had Zenitsu swiping his hand through the next bead that oozed down his friends’ girth. Just the one swipe had his hand completely covered and he stretched his fingers out to see the translucent fluid run down his hand and arm. The arousal in his belly spiked from a low warmth to a burning heat at the obscene sight.
Hugging Inosuke’s cock with his slick arm he gathered another glob of precum in his other hand, rivulets running down in between the crevices of his fingers. Both arms slicked, Zenitsu ran his hands up and down the rest of Inosuke’s length, kneeling and rising back up to do his best to stroke its entirety, occasionally tracing the ridges of its thick veins.
Zenitsu had almost forgotten Tanjirou was with them but was reminded of his presence by the slick sounds of the boy pleasuring himself while watching his friends. Then, to the blonde’s surprise, tan, calloused fingers pushed him right up against Inosuke’s dick while he was kneeling, forcing him to grind his own miniature length against it. Large droplets of precum ran over his head and face, and down his back and chest.
“Oh! Ah- wait!”
Tanjirou fingers pressing into his back kept him in place as the red head encouraged him to undulate against the massive girth. Now he was practically coated in pre as the vicious fluid continued to flow down over him, making it more and more difficult to keep a grip on Inosuke’s cock. It felt humiliating to be covered in his cum, but at the same time he had never been harder in his entire life. He moaned as another gush of the salty fluid wet his head and got into his mouth.
Zenitsu was absolutely intoxicated by the feeling of his friends using him so shamelessly and naughtily, the sound of their lust for him echoing in his mind. At this point he was barely even doing anything himself, only the force of Tanjirou moved him up and down, like he was just some lifeless mini sex doll. He even looked like one; skin shining with slick, mouth open wide with wet, swollen lips, joints and nipples flushed like they were painted with a light blush.
He was so blissfully unaware of anything else that he didn’t even realize when the two larger boys had situated themselves so they could press their swollen, leaking cocks together. Shoving Zenitsu in between them, Tanjirou gripped their members with one hand to keep the tiny blonde secure while he and Inosuke grinded against each other. Their strong hips gyrated forwards, squeezing Zenitsu’s little form tightly against them before releasing and repeating. The sound of his friends’ heated groans as they used him for their own pleasure made him an incoherent, sobbing mess, not even realizing he had already cum again from his little dick rubbing up against his friends huge, heavy lengths.
It didn’t take very long for Tanjirou and Inosuke to reach their peaks, their pent-up arousal finally having found a mode for quick release. A few more forceful thrusts and they creamed over each other and onto Zenitsu’s tiny figure. He licked his lips over and over as they were recoated with the cum dripping onto him, and wiped at his face with his forearm to keep his friends’ hot jizz from getting in his eyes.
As the two boys rode out the remnants of their orgasms their cocks began to soften, and Tanjirou released his hold on them to free Zenitsu from in between. The little blonde would have collapsed onto his lap if Tanjirou didn’t catch him before he could. Cradling their small friend, Tanjirou turned to Inosuke to ask if he could please put his pants back on and go wet a small cloth to clean Zenitsu with.
Tanjirou pushed back Zenitsu’s bangs with his pinky finger as he came out of his post-orgasmic haze. “Are you okay? I know things got… kind of intense,” The red head inquired, eyes fliting away from the lewd sight his friend still made in his palm and a hand awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck.
Now fully aware of his current appearance, Zenitsu regressed back into his much more self-conscious and shyer self. “Uhm, y-yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. More than fine, actually,” The last bit spoken a tad faster.
“Oh! Well, I’m… glad to hear that.”
Both boys’ faces burned bright red at their clumsy exchange.
Unfortunately, Zenitsu was too focused on the sound of his own heart about to beat out of his chest that he didn’t hear Inosuke before he barged back in the room much like how he had first entered it.
“Your Lord is back with a…” He looked at the textile scrap in his hand, “With a cloth!”
“AHHH! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ENTER THE ROOM LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME?! And we’ve been over this, you’re not a Lord!!” Zenitsu screeched.
“Hah? Who says?!”
“I do!”
“Weaklings don’t get a say, then!
“Who says that?!”
“I do!”
“ARGH! You don’t make any sense! Give me the damn cloth already!”
Tanjirou then interrupted the two; they could have gone back and forth for who knows how long if he didn’t. “Thank you, Inosuke,” He offered as the wild child handed the cloth over.
“Anything for my favorite minion! I’m the best at finding anything, of course.”
Tanjirou nodded and agreed noncommittally while Zenitsu complained about why Tanjirou was his favorite.
“Ugh, fine you’re my favorite second minion…” Tanjirou could smell Zenitsu scent soften with affection at their friend’s reassurance, “But only ‘cause you jerked me off! Hahahaha!”
Zenitsu scent was immediately tinged with annoyance. “You!-“
Tanjirou gave a weak smile at the loss of the temporary peace that had settled over the trio, but there was always a strong undercurrent of fondness in both their scents, so he guessed that’s just how they functioned with each other.
Eventually, he interrupted the two again to wipe Zenitsu clean of their release before dressing him back in his yukata so they could all go to the dining area together. They needed to refuel after a strenuous day of training and then some, after all.