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Rengoku Kyojuro is the History teacher at Kimetsu Academy. He is friends with Giyu Tomioka, the PE teacher, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Math teacher, and Uzui Tengen, the Art teacher. He is especially good friends with Uzui.
He likes his unique sense of style, his flamboyance as Uzui would call it. He likes the confidence that Uzui carries himself with. Lastly, he likes how touchy Uzui can be.
You see, Uzui’s love language is touch. He is both touchy with his girlfriends, yes as in plural, and his friends. Sanemi might find it annoying when his head is used as an armrest or Giyu is uncomfortable when he is suddenly being slung around by the grip of a thick forearm around his neck. However, Rengoku likes being abruptly thrown over Uzui’s shoulder. He also likes when the 6’6 man picks him up from under his armpits like a little kid just to talk to him.
But that’s just sober Uzui. Drunk Uzui is a whole another demon that poor Rengoku is just now finding out about.
The blonde was sitting calmly at the bar, drinking a beer and engaging in conversation with the bartender. The four teachers had decided to hang out after work. Uzui was the first one to get wasted and disappear. Giyu and Sanemi were the next ones up, but instead of spending their nights having fun, they’ve been stumbling around looking for Uzui.
All of a sudden, a strong arm loops around his waist. He sighs, calmly placing his beer down, before he is pulled out of his chair. Rengoku waves and smiles to the curious onlookers before being pulled into a different room, the bathroom it appears. He faintly hears the door lock. Then, he is placed down onto his feet by none other than Uzui.
Uzui grabs his hips suddenly, pulling him back into the taller man’s firm body. Rengoku’s eyes get impossibly wider when his butt meets his best friend’s clothed erection. ‘He’s drunk.’ The blonde reminds himself.
“Kyo…” Uzui whines, putting his head on top of Rengoku’s.
“Yes, Tengen?” Rengoku questions.
“Youresohot.” He slurs, stumbling forward.
This causes Rengoku to stumble forward into the sink, with Uzui still up against him. He is now trapped, thus making Rengoku worried. The blonde looks up at their reflection. Uzui’s gaze is focused downward, where they’re making contact. Rengoku sees the flush of red in his face, which reminds him once again that Uzui isn’t in the right state of mind.
“Haha, I’m what?” He chuckles nervously.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Uzui states more clearly.
Rengoku laughs again to ease tension, “Can’t say that I see what you see, buddy, but thank you-“
While in the middle of speaking, Uzui’s grip moves to the history teacher’s white button up. The art teacher pulls his tucked in shirt out from his pants. Orange eyes follow the movement of his shirt being raised to his collarbone. He spends a lot of his free time at the gym, which is now evident by his big, but toned chest, and his six pack.
“Now do you see what I see, Kyo?” Uzui questions with a grin, “Those fat tits of yours-"
He pauses to grip Rengoku’s chest. He pulls them up just to show how squishy and big they’re. Rengoku follows this movement with alarmed eyes.
“And your sexy stomach. Do you see why I’m so fucking hard now?” The taller man purrs.
“Uzui…” The shorter man warns, beginning to struggle.
He tries to twist and turn out of Uzui’s grip. When that doesn’t work, he tries to pull one of Uzui’s hands off. He tries to push at Uzui’s stomach. Usually, alcohol makes people less strong and uncoordinated. However, Uzui isn’t budging one bit.
“Uzui - Tengen!” He cries, “Stop!”
Now, Uzui looks up and at their reflection. He stares at Rengoku’s exasperated and red face. Then, fuchsia eyes trail down to where his hands are grabbing.
“No.” He replies before continuing to grope and squish Rengoku’s chest together.
“No?” Rengoku repeats, distraught. “You have to stop!”
“Why?” Uzui questions. He grabs one pec while the other hand issues a swift slap, watching a ripple go through the other pec.
Rengoku gasps at the sting on his nipple. He needs Tengen to stop and fast. Shaking his head, he responds, “You have three girlfriends!”
“Pfft,” The art teacher scoffs, “Like they wouldn’t take the chance to fuck you if the opportunity presented itself.”
That last part truly sends the younger male for a loop. His head is spinning. He wishes he could blame his mushy brain on just his alcohol levels, but truly a part of it is from lust. Uzui is gorgeous, Rengoku isn’t blind. He can only act like the flirty winks, the grins, the bold touches, and the downright manhandling doesn’t affect him for so long.
But he’s pushed those dirty feelings to the back of his mind out of respect for the three women in the cafeteria, Uzui’s girlfriends.
“T-Tengen please stop - ah!”
One of Uzui’s hands moved to grip his erection through his pants. One of Rengoku’s hands slap over his mouth, while the other grips Uzui’s hand. He tries to get it to move, but again, the older male won’t budge.
Uzui leans down to press his lips into the back of Rengoku’s ear. “I know you want me, Kyo. Just as bad as I want you, so stop fighting and give in.”
The art teacher begins to undo the history teacher’s belt. Rengoku hunches over, trying to throw Uzui off, but the older male still persists. He hunches over with the younger male, getting the belt undone. Afterwards, Uzui pulls Rengoku’s pants down. As soon as Rengoku goes to smack his large hand, his large hand is cupping Rengoku’s erection through his boxers.
“Christ…” Rengoku moans lowly.
“Stop worrying about Hina, Suma, and Makio, because I assure you they know about my thing for you. God knows how many times they’ve caught me checking you out or the amount of drunken rants I’ve went into about you.” Uzui continues.
Rengoku gasps and moans. Gasping at the confession. Moaning as the fondling continues.
“So give in to me already. Bend over and let me eat your cunt out until it’s sopping wet for my fingers. Once I’m done fingering you, I’m gonna give you my cock. Sounds good? You gonna be a good boy and let me fuck you how I want to, Kyojuro?” Uzui asks, voice edging into a growl.
Rengoku gulps. His worrying over Uzui’s women is gone. Now, his main problem is that he’s a virgin. Just by feeling him through his pants, he knows that Uzui is big, but he can’t trust the man to be gentle in this drunken state.
“How do you want to fuck me, Tengen?” Rengoku asks back.
Uzui chuckles, letting the history teacher know that his intentions are not the best. This makes Rengoku gulp again.
“I want to fuck you like you’re some hooker off the street, like you’re made to be come in.”
Orange eyes widen. “W-What?”
“That’s what you deserve, don’t you think? All you do is walk around in the tightest shirts and the tightest pants. All day, everyday, you practically have your tits in everyone’s faces and when you turn around, you’re teasing people with your perfect ass. A body like yours is made to be a cumdump.” Uzui reiterates further.
Rengoku whines at the description. He can’t believe what he is hearing come out of Uzui’s mouth and he can’t believe what those words are doing to his own cock. He should be wanting a special first time and a gentle one, like in a bed with roses sprinkled all over. Not in a club bathroom, pressed up against a sink, and in front of a mirror.
But Uzui is offering it up on a silver platter and he can only fight his attraction to the man for so long.
“Please fuck me,” Rengoku pleads with his head down, “Fuck me just like that.”
Without having to see it, he knows Uzui is smirking. Rengoku’s other hand holds onto the sink before him as Uzui pulls his underwear down. He shivers as the cold air hits his bare ass. Uzui stands back and pulls Rengoku’s hips out. Then, his large hands move to his ass, groping and giving smacks before spreading his cheeks.
Uzui kneels. Although Rengoku braces for it, he still jumps when he feels a tongue circle his most sacred area. This makes Uzui grip him harder. The older male continues his ministrations until he’s taking big, bold laps at Rengoku’s hole. The younger male starts to melt. He looks up with half-lidded eyes and parted lips that let out the smallest, but lewdest sounds.
Suddenly, Uzui pushes his tongue in. Rengoku cries out as the art teacher pushes his wet muscle in as far as it can go. Next thing he knows, Uzui is stroking the top of his walls with the tip of his tongue. Rengoku pleads for more and reaches back to grip white locks, to keep Uzui’s head there. So, Uzui gives him more with a smirk.
He pulls his tongue out far enough to slide a finger in. Orange eyes widen at the addition. Uzui starts to thrust his tongue in unison with his finger. Rengoku trembles. He’s already losing it from the lapping against his walls and the thrusts of a single finger, but he knows there is more to come. So, he straightens up.
Uzui pulls his tongue out, but spits at the younger male’s hole. That’s when he goes in with a second finger. Now, he pushes both fingers up to the tilt. He presses his digits against Rengoku’s sweet spot. The history teacher jolts and let’s out a cry.
“A-Again, Tengen, please.” He begs.
“Not so fast.” The art teacher replies.
He pulls them away from the spot Rengoku wants it most. He spreads them inside, making the blonde shiver. Then, he goes back to thrusting them in and out, this time in a scissoring motion. Without realizing it, Rengoku pushes his hips back for more.
Before the blonde knows it, Uzui is sliding a third finger in. As he moves to stand, he grips onto Rengoku’s hip with one hand and curves his fingers up to his prostate simultaneously. Orange eyes roll back as Uzui leans over him. The white haired man proceeds to thrust his fingers against that spot at a fast speed. Rengoku cries out. His legs threaten to buckle but with Uzui pressing him into the sink and holding onto his hip, he can’t fall nor run. All he can do is take it.
“T-Tengen, I can’t…slow down! Gonna cum!” Rengoku moans.
“Cum for me, baby.” Uzui demands.
So, Rengoku let’s go. Uzui pushes his fingers in deep, making Rengoku go rigid as he releases. Ribbons of white spurt out from his cock, painting both the sink and the floor. He slumps over as Uzui steps back with a chuckle. The younger male faintly hears the sound of a belt being unbuckled over his panting. The moment he’s been anticipating sneaks up on him when he abruptly feels Uzui’s organ fill his crack.
“Look up, Kyo.” Uzui demands, “I wanna see your face as I enter you.”
Rengoku shakes his head.
“Look up.” He repeats.
When he gets no reaction, he fists Rengoku’s hair, pulling his head up. The blonde yelps as he suddenly meets his reflection once more. Uzui keeps his eyes trained on Rengoku’s flushed face as he parts his cheeks once more. The head presses against the hole before pushing in. Immediately, orange eyes widen and pained groans escape the blonde’s open mouth.
“F-Fuck!” Rengoku exclaims, hands slapping the sink. “You’re too big, ‘Gen!”
“I know, baby, it hurts.” Uzui replies sympathetically, “Stay relaxed for me and it’ll get better, I promise.”
Rengoku nods, despite the tears brewing in his eyes. Uzui takes his thumb and hooks it under Rengoku’s rim. Spreading it open, allows the white haired male to push in further. Rengoku focuses on inhaling and exhaling when Uzui pushes in to the hilt.
The moment he stops tensing, Uzui is drawing his hips back. He waits until only the tip is inside before slamming back in. Rengoku moans at the sudden thrust.
“Like that?” Uzui questions, leaning over which makes his dick go in further.
“Y-Yes.” Rengoku responds with a low moan.
Uzui repeats the action a couple more times. During this process, he has his hands all over Rengoku. The hand that was just in the yellow and red locks, now grips his left pec. He moves his other hand to grip the right pec. Rengoku lets out lewd sounds while his chest is fondled with. After a while, Uzui runs both hands down the blonde’s chiseled stomach. Lastly, they find themselves on Rengoku’s waist, thumbs pressing into his back dimples.
Without warning, the older male picks up the pace. Uzui fucks into Rengoku faster. He punctuates his thrusts by gliding over Rengoku’s prostate, but still hitting him deep. Rengoku grips the sink for dear life as a string of lewd moans escape his mouth.
“I-In my stomach…so deep…fuck!” He rambles.
“That’s nothing, baby. I can fuck you even better than this.” Uzui promises.
Uzui proceeds to show better than he can tell. He pulls his hips back, making Rengoku disapprove immediately. Then, when he pushes back in, his dick pushes against the younger male’s prostate. Without internal warning, Rengoku shocks himself when he goes rigid and a second afterwards, cum is flying from his length.
His head goes to drop, but Uzui isn’t having that. His large hand flies out, fisting Rengoku’s hair once again. He yanks his head backwards, staring into his eyes as he starts ramming against his prostate. Rengoku jolts from being fucked into so soon after an orgrasm. Shocks of electricity flow through his ass from overstimulation. The sound of skin smacking together, ass bouncing against pelvis, fill the small bathroom. Rengoku’s eyes scrunch and tears start falling.
“T-Too much,” He sobs, “Sensitive…just came…hurts so good…s-stop!”
“Look at you, baby. You’re taking me so well - why would I let you go anywhere? Hm?” Uzui coos.
His hand comes to wrap around Rengoku’s newly erect cock. Using the dribbles of cum already there, he starts to stroke his length. The blonde shakes in his arms. He is sobbing and moaning because both his cock and his ass is sensitive from his previous orgasm, but Uzui is gonna make him cum again and so soon too.
Uzui moves so his mouth is hovering over the younger male’s. “Good boy. Such a good slut for me. That’s right, don’t hold nothing back. Cum in my hand. Cum on my cock for me.”
The older male swallows up Rengoku’s scream when he receives another a slam to his sweet spot. That’s when he feels it. The white haired male’s cum coursing through him. As Uzui strokes every ounce of cum out of him, he is devouring his mouth simultaneously. Rengoku can’t keep up with the swipes over the roof nor can he keep up with Uzui’s tongue wrapping around his own. Rengoku moans when Uzui sucks on his wet muscle. Then, it dips underneath, stroking the underside.
When Uzui pulls back, a line of spit hangs from their mouths. Fuchsia eyes roam over the blonde’s face. Wrecked is the best way to describe Rengoku’s face. His ponytail holder is long gone, so his fringe has fallen to frame his forehead and the rest of his thick hair crowds his shoulders like a lion’s mane. His face is beet red, his eyes are half-lidded and blank with no thoughts behind them. Lastly, his slick, plump lips are open as he tries to catch his breath.
A breathless chuckle escapes Uzui at the sight. He steps back leaving a string of cum hanging from his length and Rengoku’s ass. With dazed eyes, Rengoku watches the art teacher unbutton his own shirt. So he follows suit by tiredly stepping out of his pants. The history teacher knows this is far from over.
Rengoku watches as Uzui’s shirt falls open, exposing his own big chest and six pack along his stomach. He gets a few seconds to admire the sight before Uzui’s hands are back on him. His arms hook under Rengoku’s toned thighs. Uzui hoists him up from the ground, causing the blonde to quickly wrap his arms around his neck. Next thing he knows, the wet tip of Uzui’s length is pressing against his hole again.
Uzui pushes in and this time, a squelching sound echoes throughout the room. Rengoku and Uzui both let out sounds of pleasure at the easy intrusion. In this position, the taller man easily thrusts against the smaller male’s prostate.
As his thrusts pick up in speed gradually, Uzui’s mouth is focused on Rengoku’s chest. Rengoku moans deliriously at the feeling of Uzui’s tongue circling, flicking, and sucking on his nipple. Soon, the opposite nipple gets the same treatment.
Orange eyes start to roll over. Once again, he is about to cum. How can he not when his body feels so hot with alcohol and arousal? How can he not when Uzui is so damn big and sexy and he can easily keep Rengoku in the air while he fucks into him? How can he not when Uzui has his mouth glued to his chest like they’re the fattest pair of tits he’s ever seen?
“Good - your cock - so fucking good.” He moans.
Uzui pulls away to look up at him. “Oh yea? You gonna cum again for me, Kyo?”
“Yes…keep fucking me like that - ohhh yes - and I will!” He exclaims, gritting his teeth to contain his volume level somewhat when Uzui rams into him.
“Anything for you baby. Gonna cum in you here and then multiple more times at my place. How does that sound, Kyojuro? You wanna wake up in my bed, laying in a puddle of my cum, baby?”
“Yes - god yes - fill me…”
With one last thrust, Uzui pushes in all the way. Both men shiver as they release. Uzui releases deep into a tight and warm cavern. Meanwhile, ribbons of white fly from Rengoku’s cock, landing on Uzui’s chest, stomach, and his white button-up.
Uzui waits a minute or two before setting Rengoku down on shaky legs. The two men proceed to clean up to the best of their drunken ability, not only themselves, but the bathroom so it doesn’t look obvious as to what just transpired.
Uzui unlocks the door with one hand while having Rengoku’s wrist in the other. Once the door swings open, the crowd by the bathroom splits into two. Uzui looks around and judging by the reactions, everyone knows what they just did.
‘Fine by me.’ He thinks to himself with a smirk. He suddenly wraps his arm around Rengoku’s waist, pulling him closer. His hand trails lower, getting a handful of Rengoku’s ass. The blonde whines weakly at the attention from both the crowd and Uzui.
For Uzui, it feels good to rub this in front of every horny man’s face right now. The only one that gets to fondle those fat tits, run their hands down that small waist, and press their erection against that round ass is him. The only one that gets to be touchy with Rengoku is him.