Every eye in the room was fixed on you as Tanjiro began to press into you. He went as carefully and gently as he could, a gesture as thoughtful as it was tantalizing. Next he cupped your face, positioning you for a long slow kiss. The sheer intimacy of it made you blush. Not that you hadn't been blushing before, but you certainly noticed it this time, and you couldn't help but wish the handsome bystander to your left would fan your overheated face.

You tensed as Tanjiro's girth spread you wider, and a sweaty hand held fast to yours from the other side. Zenitsu was keeping his distance as Tanjiro moved, and you weren't sure if it was out of respect or if he was overwhelmed by the erotic sounds escaping your throat with each deepening thrust. You assumed it to be the latter for you noticed him covering his mouth with his free hand and looking away, flush reaching all the way to his ears. Inosuke, on the other hand, showed no such signs of abashment, instead opting to lean forward out of raw intrigue... and also some other emotion he couldn't quite place.

You felt another swirl of excitement when you noted his eyes darting around your body, taking it all in, just like the way you were taking in Tanjiro: as much as you could as fast as you could. Speaking of Tanjiro, it was now the magnanimous swordsman pulled your attention back to him, bottoming out inside of you with a soft shuddering moan. You gripped his shoulders with conviction and he buried his sanguine face into your neck. His rosewood hair smelled earthy but sweet, like sap dripping from hickory bark, keeping you grounded even in your pleasurable ascension.

Zenitsu tried to hide how affected he was by the scene before him. He was getting nervous and tremble-y from the ordeal, and while he didn't want to cover his ears he felt like he was invading your privacy by being able to hear such things. Yours and Tanjiro's heartbeats were loud and fast and almost synchronizing as Tanjiro's hips started to move at an intensifying pace. Not to mention the lecherous slick sound of penetration was flustering him to no end, almost to the point of dizziness. Tanjiro must've sensed the jitters from him- or smelled them probably- for he leaned back onto his knees, wrapping your legs around his hips, and smiled at the blonde. Alongside that smile came the tiniest head tilt of expectation, but in spite of this Zenitsu didn't feel pressured. It was a gesture of courtesy, a gentleman allowing another man to cut in on his waltz.

In response the boy in the sunset haori scuttled forward and while he resumed his tender affections you noticed Tanjiro extend the same inviting smile to Inosuke. All along you'd contemplated the idea of each of them taking you in turn, but this was the first instance where your fantasies morphed into something more delicious, and you imagined Tanjiro and Inosuke inching nearer to each other, sharing in heated forbidden touches before your eyes. You wondered if you would get your wish before the night was over...

Tanjiro jutted his hips forward with a tad more force, knocking your thoughts out of place and scattering them to the wind when he hit a spot deeper than you thought possible. You keened in response, arching your back in a shameless display. Zenitsu moved forward and filled the empty space between you and Tanjiro, becoming more sensual in his touches. His fingertips became light and languid, teasing as they traced up your arms, your collarbone, your abdomen. His hands were softer than the other two, but still felt calloused and rough when he cupped your breast.

Zenitsu's tongue traced mini lightning bolts over the sensitive part of your neck, followed by a kiss at the end of each one. It was such a darling little signature that it made you squirm beneath him.

Your gaze found its way to Tanjiro's clouded eyes once more as your world began spinning much faster than it had been. You reached out helplessly for more closeness and he intertwined his fingers with yours. Your other arm clutched Zenitsu firmly, because surely you'd float away into the atmosphere if his full weight weren't keeping you securely affixed to the futon.

There was nothing but warmth surrounding your body now, and it felt as though you could see the entire sky's network of stars through the ceiling somehow. A soft voice was asking if you were comfortable, if it hurt. As if you even had enough brain cells to answer him at this point. The same concerned lips were nipping at the shell of your ear. Whose mouth was that again? It certainly wasn't the same owner of the lips placing gentle kisses on your palm, rocking you from below. Your vision was blurring as ecstasy threatened to pour over you like rain.

"Hey..." A third disembodied voice entered the cosmos, but could hardly be heard over your escalating moans. Tanjiro must have been close too, if his uneven breathing and less polished thrusting was any indication.

"HEY!" The voice was louder this time, and the nearby observer shifted, no longer satisfied with his role. You felt a violent jolt followed by a sensation of emptiness.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOT?!" Zenitsu screamed out much too close to your face and you winced. Your eyes flew open- you weren't sure when you had closed them- and unpacked the scene before you. Tanjiro was a few feet away with a pained expression on his face, rubbing his upper abdomen: apparently the point of impact. Inosuke was crouched nearby, ready to strike again.

"Are you kidding me?!" Your voice came out breathier than you anticipated, and it was then your mind caught up with the events you just witnessed. He just headbutted him.

Inosuke.

Headbutted.

Tanjiro.

You weren't sure what came over you in that instance- perhaps your mind had not yet fully returned to its full capacity, or maybe the lingering sexual tension was just too overpowering for you to grapple with- but you launched yourself forward, tackling Inosuke to the ground.

"What the hell was that for?!" You demanded of him, having long forgotten your nudity.

"I didn't like what he was doing to you." He asserted, self-righteousness resonating from his tone. "You were making weird noises!" Your face burned in embarrassment at his accusation. Though you were sure he didn't mean it the way you took it, that insulting remark caught you off guard.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A BLASPHEMOUS THING!"

'Oh no. He set off Zenitsu...'

"THE SOUNDS SHE MADE WERE SO CUTE I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK!"

"Zenitsu, calm down." Tanjiro shifted between Inosuke and the screaming blonde.

"HER VOICE IS LIKE ANGELS SINGING, YOU BASTARD! DO YOU NOT HAVE EARS?!" He was getting manic now, and Inosuke looked irked by his provocations.

"I HAVE EARS!"

"Inosuke!" Before a physical fight could ensue you gripped Inosuke's face with one hand, forcing him to look at you. The way your fingers squeezed his cheeks left his lips puckered out in an uncharacteristically docile display, which you would have found precious if you weren't so frustrated. "What Tanjiro was doing felt really good! You shouldn't have interrupted!" He pursed his lips further and knit his brows. It appeared you were now the target of his anger.

"It felt good?" His visage of genuine surprise disarmed you, and your expression softened. Oops. You hadn't even considered the possibility that he was trying to protect you. Instead you had assumed it was a petty act of jealousy. That certainly would have been the case if Zenitsu had been the one to tackle him. Inosuke blinked at you a few times before speaking again. "Then let me do those things." You fell silent for a moment at his request, as did Tanjiro and Zenitsu, who were both staring on in bewilderment.

"So... you want some special attention... Is that it?" He thought that over for a second before giving one swift decisive nod. A crooked impish smile curled up one side of your lips. "Well, alright then." With nerves fluttering in your stomach you planted your mouth against his. The kiss was inexperienced and somewhat sloppy, just as you anticipated, but contained all the fiery passion you were craving from him. After you parted for air he raked his fingers through your hair, returning your grin.

"That's more like it."

With his seal of approval in your metaphorical pocket you ran your hands down his rippling chest at last, hungrily tracing his abdominal muscles. With unabashed urgency your hands snaked underneath his hips, untying the fur around his waist and laying it aside. Next you slid your fingers into his waistband, chewing your lip upon seeing his arousal tenting his navy blue uniform pants.

"What are you doing?" He demanded, a little unsure if your ears weren't deceiving you.

"Can't do the same things as Tanjiro did with your clothes on, can you?" You said simply, sliding down his bottoms before he could object again. You basked in his bare and gorgeous appearance for a period, honestly just trying not to drool. "What are you staring at?" He snapped defensively, but the bite of his tone was lost a bit to your powerful stance towering over him. You smiled in response.

"Nothing. You're just... impressive." An ego stroke was a quick surefire way to get Inosuke to go along with something, but this time you truly meant what you said. He really was the male specimen ideal, the type European artists might carve immortal into stone. His hips made that perfect alluring dip, coaxing your eyes downward where he stood proud, flush and ready. You noticed he was bigger than Tanjiro and the curvature was more gradual.

A soft rustle came from across the floor and you saw Tanjiro crawling over. Inosuke's eyes lingered on him warily, scoping out his competition, before settling back on you. It seemed he was content to ignore him for the time being. You leaned down to place a soft kiss on his stomach. Tentatively, of course, in avoidance of a potential reflexive swat from those strong hands of his. You had learned a few weeks prior- in a rather painful fashion- that Inosuke was ticklish when you touched his flank without him expecting it and received a swift elbow to the chest. You knew better than to make that mistake again.

So this time you were gradual in your caresses, trailing your lips just above his shaft before testing the waters with a few little kitten licks on the tip. He watched, entranced, and let out an involuntary groan when your lips encircled the head. Inosuke opened his eyes wide, disturbed, like he couldn't believe the noise that just came out of his mouth. Delighted by that reaction you took him deeper, tracing the veiny base with your tongue.

"Nnhh..." This time he responded in kind to his desire, using both hands to pull you further onto him. By now Tanjiro's feather-soft touch was leaving goose bumps on your skin again. He was enamored by your scent of want permeating the air, the way you were taking in Inosuke, and you realized the poor dear had been left wanting too, a fact you needed to remedy as soon as possible.

Apparently Zenitsu had arrived on your other side as well, for he was nervously copying Tanjiro's actions, tracing fingertips over the small of your back. He also brushed your hair behind your ear to keep it dry, out of the way of your dripping saliva. You lifted off Inosuke's sizable cock to give the blonde a little kiss of thanks, but it was mostly just because you needed oxygen. Inosuke had been pressing you so firmly against him it was becoming hard to breathe. The instant you met Zenitsu's lips they were parted from you. With a yelp the older boy was violently shoved back by Inosuke's forceful hand.

"Hey!" You thrust the ruffian's shoulders back to the ground in anger. "If you can't be nice to both of them you can leave!" You were secretly hoping he wouldn't take you up on that threat because you really didn't want him to go anywhere. The two rivals pouted at each other and Inosuke puffed air out of his nose in begrudging obedience. You reached out to Zenitsu again to test it, pulling him into the deepest open-mouthed kiss yet and keeping your eyes locked on Inosuke. You slid your hand over his shaft, still slick from your saliva as you did so. His lips parted delectably as he watched; the beast had been tamed. A sick sense of satisfaction rolled through you, but that also could've had something to do with Tanjiro's hand slipping between your thighs or Zenitsu's tongue exploring your mouth.

"Nnghh!" All at once a unified groan filled the air, of adoration, of desire, and the walls between you began to crumble.

"Mmnh... Tanjiro..." You parted your legs wider and stared longingly back at him. He positioned himself behind you as you descended your face once more, pleasuring the impatient specimen before his temper could taint the mood again. You moaned again when Tanjiro slid in from behind, filling you up. This sent vibrations through Inosuke's lower half, causing him to buck and grip your hair. You liked the burn at first, adored how he didn't treat you like glass the way the other two did, but then he tugged too hard, causing you to wince and gag. Another hand- from the angle you deduced it must've been Zenitsu's- landed on your head, coaxing him to loosen his grip on you.

Pleasure streaked across your vision as Tanjiro quickened his pace. With each fiercer thrust you took Inosuke a little bit deeper. It was happening faster than you anticipated, and you threw your head back and moaned out in ecstasy. A delirious bliss made your vision turn white, and the two boys in front of you could only stare in awe as your expression twisted into one of tormented relief. Tanjiro was only seconds behind you, softly mewling, and once you had caught your breath you aggressively resumed sucking off Inosuke. The thoughtful companion behind you pulled out, spilling into his hand to keep you clean. Inosuke showed no such reservations, squirting his seed into your mouth and throwing his head back with a prolonged groan of exhilaration. You swallowed as much as you could but some still dribbled from your mouth.

"Ah! How could you do that?! You should have at least warned her first!" Zenitsu scolded him, extending his handkerchief to wipe the edges of your mouth. Inosuke had no response apparently, as he was just blinking at the ceiling and catching his breath, tiny dazed smile pulling at his lips. "Are you even listening?!" You chuckled at the two of them before extending the handkerchief to Tanjiro. Once he finished cleaning up he gave you a kiss on the shoulder, a nonverbal thanks.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His warm hands ran down your arms.

"Mm-mm." You shook your head and kissed his cheek, running a hand through his hair. "It was wonderful." You pulled back and shared an intimate gaze before a set of simultaneous smiles bloomed on your faces. The energy in the room shifted, and when two pairs of bedroom eyes locked onto Zenitsu his heart stuttered.

"I hope you haven't felt left out, sweetie. I promise I didn't forget about you." Somehow in spite of all his involvement, Zenitsu still remained mostly clothed and fairly untouched. He had a few buttons open from earlier but even still had his haori on. You needed to correct that oversight as fast as possible.

"Oh! I-I'm fine!" He squeaked, waving his hands nervously. "Don't worry about me!" You shot Tanjiro one more significant glance before sliding on your knees over to Zenitsu. "Ah-" He tensed when he felt Tanjiro's strong hands on his shoulders, sliding off his haori. You turned his attention back to you, leaving little kisses along his neck, overtop the love bite from earlier. His head fell back involuntarily, giving you the perfect opportunity to finish unbuttoning his shirt. You parted it with an exploratory hand, grazing a nipple with your thumb, and Zenitsu let out a strained whimper. "Mmnnh..." He squirmed backwards from your touch, but Tanjiro's hand between his shoulder blades coaxed him to stay put.

"It's alright..." He breathed. "She'll take care of you, Zenitsu."

The sound of two heartbeats quickening with desire as they gazed at him was something the blonde had never experienced before. He should be plumb ecstatic at the idea... so then why did the sound in his ears ring predatory for some reason? Unfortunately he didn't have the opportunity to unravel the thought, for he found himself being gently guided down to the floor. You didn't pin him the way you did Inosuke. The insolent hunter made you want to tackle and bite, dominate and be dominated in turn. Zenitsu, on the other hand, coaxed a feeling of tenderness, and you couldn't bring yourself to be rough with him even in spite of your growing desire to claim his innocence.

When your hands reached his belt his eyes widened in a cartoonish way. It was lucky you were perched atop his legs because he almost looked like a deer about to leap away. By now Tanjiro was swaying seductively, playfully twirling a finger through Zenitsu's yellow locks. He couldn't help but bathe in the afterglow. It hit him almost like a drug. An inescapable potent aroma of desire hung in the air, and the hot buzz of pheromones seemed to swarm his senses, not unlike the incessant whir of cicadas in the summertime. He could smell the nervous adrenaline rising within Zenitsu, and even though he'd never thought of him that way before, he couldn't help but find it cute right now.

To your right it appeared that Inosuke had recovered, for he was turned onto his side, propped up on an elbow to watch the show. Zenitsu covered his face with both hands as you removed the last of his clothing, babbling some fast indiscernible nonsense. Apologies? Excuses? It didn't matter, for you clambered back onto him and pulled his arms away.

"Don't hide." You gave him the most reassuring smile you could muster, and Zenitsu bashfully smiled back, tucking his chin in a manner that was positively demure. Evidently his overt flirtation in the daylight harbored no indications as to what his behavior would look like behind closed doors. However, you at least hoped one  preconceived notion of him would be true...

'He better be loud...'

With one more slow kiss to soothe him you angled your hips, sliding onto his bare arousal. He shut his eyes tightly at the sensation, cheeks burning, and he didn't notice Tanjiro's body easing down by his side.

Moments ago you had been transfixed on Inosuke's raw physique and ardent passion. For Tanjiro it had been his open charm, the comfort in his touches that drew you in. But you had to admit... Zenitsu's reactions were the cutest, and  the most exaggerated. You couldn't pry your gaze away from him now. His big round eyes were reminiscent of a copper coin dipped in honey, both in color and in concept: they shimmered but oozed with a sticky sweetness. He wore his heart in those eyes, and the adoration became almost tangible as he gazed up at you once more, sliding his hands up to your waist and keeping you secure. You earned another satisfying moan when you pointedly rolled your hips.

How breathtaking an experience it was for Zenitsu, seeing you ride him, but something sent a second round of shivers down his spine, something coming from a different source. Wait... he felt someone's hot breath tickling his sensitive ears... and it wasn't yours!

"Doesn't she feel good?" Tanjiro cooed low, brushing his lips lightly against his earlobe in the process.

"Ah!" Zenitsu let out a sharp high-pitched sound. The reverberations of Tanjiro's voice moved through his head, leaving aftershocks in his chest and, while he would deny it till the day he died, between his legs.

"...The way she moves her body like that...?" He continued and Zenitsu lolled his head to the other side, trying to escape this feverish excitement growing from the lethal combination of your warm hugging wetness and Tanjiro's soft whispers.

The sultry, almost drunken stare Tanjiro was giving you now was perfectly juxtaposed by the shy fleeting eye contact of Zenitsu as you sank deeper onto him.

"Lift your hips a little..." He encouraged, and the blonde obeyed, bucking upwards and beguiling an erotic noise from your lips. Seconds later he let out a shaky rapturous cry, bottoming out inside of you. He must've been embarrassed by it, for he bit his lip and fled his reticent gaze.

"Ugh. You're so cute!" You groaned, brushing his lips with your thumb. You could've sworn he blushed harder at that, but it was mere speculation as such a thing likely wasn't possible at this juncture. The coy little game he was playing came to an untimely end when there was a shift in your peripheral vision. The body below you tensed as Inosuke approached. To your immense surprise instead of interrupting he raised his hands, roaming the planes of your torso. Without warning he leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling, earning a significant gasp from you. Zenitsu's brows furrowed slightly, beginning first at jealousy, then settling into something more like resolve. Suddenly you were jolted by a more powerful thrust, a new thrilling depth.

"Ah!" Oh no... You weren't the one in control anymore... A new competition was arising between them, the prize: your pleasure. Who would win out? Inosuke's rough and deliberate hands or Zenitsu's-

"Ohh!" Another thrust caused your head to snap back, and your breath was being stolen once more. You moved to plant your hands on Zenitsu's chest to stabilize yourself, but Inosuke gripped your waist, diving his face into the crook of your neck and biting down hard. "Uh! Inosuke!"

The wrong name from your lips, Zenitsu thought... This time Zenitsu bucked until you fell forward into his arms, where he nuzzled you for a moment and kissed you on the cheek. To maintain his hold he sat up with you but didn't ease his pace, suckling and nipping at the front of your neck while Inosuke double-teamed you on the back. You felt hands everywhere. On your hips pressing you downwards, groping your breasts from behind, weaving up in your hair, sliding down to your-

"Zuh- Zenitsu..." It was becoming too much for you both. You came first, riding out your orgasm in an embrace that was much too tight but somehow perfect. He was right behind you, overtaken by a bolt of lightning surging through his veins. Zenitsu felt like he was flying and melting all at the same time, and he pulled out before letting out a pleasurable wail, every bit as deafening, unguarded and delectable as you hoped it would be. The blonde collapsed back onto the floor to catch his breath and you felt woozy. Sensing your impending topple Inosuke stabilized you. You noticed him reach out to grab his fur and drape it over his exposed hips before you felt a hand on your face. Before you knew if your head was being pulled all the way down to his lap where he held you there. Atop your hair he made an awkward patting motion and you smiled, certain he was trying to imitate the way Tanjiro praised and comforted people. It was extremely endearing and you felt honored by his efforts. Out of sight you felt an abrupt motion: Zenitsu hugging you tightly from behind. You looked up warily at Inosuke who seemed to be allowing it for some reason.

"Heheheeee." The blonde giggled merrily before affectionately burying his face into your hair.

'So damn cute...'  You thought, glancing up to the final member of this motley bunch. At long last Tanjiro knelt, his signature warm smile giving you a fuzzy feeling inside.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, resting a palm on your cheek. "Are you thirsty? Do you need anything?" You smiled and reached out your hand.

"Just you." With that you pulled him down into your arms. You turned slightly to gift Zenitsu a chaste kiss on the forehead and lifted a finger to lovingly tickle Inosuke's chin.

"Just all of you..."

The End

Shew. That took a lot of effort. I tried REAL hard to make it a serious lemon but Inosuke and Zenitsu are just so damn eccentric it was just not possible.

I tried my best to make it balanced, but I'm gonna be honest. It was HARD to write Inosuke into this. He doesn't play nicely with others. I did the best I could.

Well I hope ya got a grin out of that. It took all of my self-control to not make Zenitsu lose consciousness and become a top. (Another time, another lemon, my friends.)