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  Zenitsu, tired from a long day of being very brave, thank you very much, flopped face first down the bed and groaned. 

  Tanjirou, ever the kind soul, looked up from where he was carefully repairing Inosuke's torn haori to scrunch his face up in concern. “You good over there, Zen? You're not injured, are you?"

  Zenitsu groaned noncommittally, turning so his face was no longer pressed to the pillow. “Define good," he mumbled, stretching out his sore legs and yelping as they cramped. 

  Tanjirou cooed, setting down the haori and walking softly over to Zenitsu's side. “Here," he said quietly, removing Zenitsu's heavy boots. “Let me help you."

  As Tanjirou began digging his careful hands softly into Zenitsu's calf in a pleasant massage, Inosuke burst through the door, hair still wet from the bath Tanjirou had forced him into. 

  Zenitsu yelped, startled, and pulled away from Tanjirou's hands instinctively. 

  “Inosuke," Tanjirou scolded kindly, “You need to be less rough when you enter the room."

  Zenitsu hissed at Inosuke like a startled cat, and watched in horror as it made the boy's eyes light up. He narrowly dodged Inosuke's dive onto the bed, clearly not as tired from their mission as Zenitsu was. 

  Tanjirou rolled his eyes, climbing onto the bed to put himself bodily between the two. “Inosuke, Zenitsu's tired. We should rest, then I'll wrestle with you all you want."

  Inosuke's mouth formed an evil grin at the idea, one that made Zenitsu shiver and hide even further behind Tanjirou. “I'm gonna be the best at resting," he boasted. “Just you watch!"

  Zenitsu kept casting a weary eye over Tanjirou's shoulder at Inosuke, preparing himself for attack even as they all got comfortable under the covers. He began to relax, finally, when Tanjirou brought a hand up to his hair and began smoothing the soft, choppy strands from his face. 

  Inosuke, not to be outdone, crawled over the two of them to lay on Zenitsu's other side and also began playing with his hair. “See," he even whispered softly, breathing hot against Zenitsu's ear. “I'm just as good at resting as Gonpachiro."

  Zenitsu shivered, biting his lip to hold back any noises that might escape. 

 Tanjirou, noticing how tense he'd become, snuggled closer and scratched gently at his scalp. “Just relax," he said soothingly. 

 Zenitsu melted into the sheets, basking in the attention. 

 Inosuke won the race of quickest to fall asleep, of course, with Tanjirou's hand stalling as he drifted off too soon after. 

 Zenitsu drifted in and out of consciousness for a while, just enjoying the warm feeling of his best friends beside him. Inosuke's gentle snores tickled his sensitive ears and he whimpered softly, half asleep. 

 Tanjirou awoke at the sound, concerned until he saw the gentle pleasure flitting across Zenitsu's face as he resumed petting through his hair. 

 “Mm, Tanjirou?" Zenitsu slurred, leaning into the ministrations. 

 “Yeah?" Tanjirou chuckled softly, watching as Zenitsu closed his eyes again at the sound.

 “That feels really good."

 Tanjirou hummed, raking his nails across Zenitsu's scalp, then reaching down and pinching at his earlobe, reveling in the hitched breath Zenitsu let out at the feeling. 

 “Tanjirou," he whined, grabbing at Tanjirou's shoulder to ground himself. 

 This woke Inosuke, who grunted in displeasure and shuffled closer to Zenitsu's side. “Stop being so fucking loud," he complained, speaking directly into Zenitsu's ear, making him shudder. 

 Zenitsu just enjoyed snuggling with his friends, and if the way they touched him happened to turn him on every time, well that wasn't really his fault, was it? 

 Internally justifying his actions, he goaded Inosuke into doing it again. “Couldn't hear you, sorry."

 Inosuke growled into his ear, making him jump, and rolled over on top of him. “I know damn well you heard me, so how about I just shut you up myself?"

 “Inosuke," Tanjirou said, suddenly worried.

 Inosuke ignored him, leaning down until their lips brushed. “You're so needy," he teased, delighting in the way Zenitsu shivered. “Can't go five minutes without, can you?"

 “I'll have you know," Zenitsu complained. “It’s been a whole day."

 Tanjirou, finally realizing what was happening, settled down and watched the show with rapt attention.

 Inosuke leaned in, finally touching their lips together, and Zenitsu moaned in relief. 

 “Mm, been waiting all day for this," Zenitsu admitted as they parted for air. 

 “Thought you were tired?" Tanjirou teased, kissing at Zenitsu's exposed neck.

 “Not anymore," he answered, breathless. He then moaned, loud and whiny as Inosuke ground their hips together. "Fuck, do that again,"  he demanded.

 Inosuke complied, shivering all over at the feeling. “You're wearing too many clothes," he complained, tugging at Zenitsu's uniform.

 Zenitsu nodded, sitting up carefully so as not to dislodge Inosuke as he stripped off his shirt.

 Tanjirou whistled, making Zenitsu blush a dark red. “Look at you," Tanjirou whispered, running a hand down his chest slowly. 

 “You're one to talk," Zenitsu teased, whimpering as Tanjirou paused his exploration to flick his nipple in retaliation.

 Inosuke, sick of waiting, began tugging off Zenitsu's pants, having already removed his own. “Come on," he said impatiently. “Lift your hips already!"

 Zenitsu did as he asked, moaning desperately as Inosuke immediately took him in hand. “Oh!" He shouted, grasping for Tanjirou's hand as a means to ground himself. “Please keep doing that!"

 Inosuke grinned, taking himself in hand as well, pressing them together. 

 “That feel good?" Tanjirou teased, nibbling on Zenitsu's ear. 

 Zenitsu moaned, bucking his hips into Inosuke's hand. 

 Inosuke made a “give me" motion, and Tanjirou, understanding immediately, handed him the vial of oil they'd tucked beneath the pillows. 

 Inosuke popped the cork with his teeth, pulling his hand away to cover it with oil. 

 Zenitsu whined at the loss, then threw his arm over his face as Inosuke parted his legs. “Fuck, that’s lewd,” he whispered, whining at the grip Inosuke had on his thighs. 

 Inosuke grinned, pressing a finger to Zenitsu’s entrance and pushing in slowly. “You’re so tight,” He teased, crooking his finger to make Zenitsu moan. 

 “Just relax,” Tanjirou soothed, continuing to run his hands through Zenitsu’s hair, tugging on it gently as he pushed it out of his eyes. 

 Zenitsu gasped, arching his back as Inosuke added another finger. Tears began to well in the corners of his eyes, his breath hitching, high pitched and whiny, every time Inosuke brushed his prostate. “Please,” he begged, locking blurry eyes onto Tanjirou’s own. “Please, it’s so much.”

 “Do you want to stop?” Tanjirou asked, brow furrowing in concern.

 “Fuck no!” Zentisu cried, bucking down onto Inosuke’s fingers as the tears finally fell. “Please don’t stop, please.” 

 “What do you want, sweetheart?” Tanjirou asked, nuzzling his face into Zenitsu’s hair. 

 “Please fuck me!” Zenitsu sobbed, reaching desperately for Tanjirou’s hand. “Inosuke, I’m ready, please.”

 Inosuke nodded, slowly pulling his hand away to wipe the excess oil onto himself. He lined himself up, pushing in as slowly as possible, making Zenitsu whine both in pleasure and frustration. 

 “You can go faster,” Zenitsu hissed, grinding down as best he could. “I’m not made of glass.” 

 Inosuke pushed in suddenly, burying himself to the hilt in a move that made Zenitsu sob and writhe in pleasure. 

 Tanjirou squeezed his hand soothingly, rubbing Zenitsu’s earlobe gently with the other hand, delighting in the way it made his breath hitch and stutter. 

 “So good,” Zenitsu moaned, running his free hand through Inosuke’s soft hair, tugging a little as he got to the base. “Feels so good, Ino.”

 Inosuke shuddered, hips stuttering in their rhythm. 

 “It’s okay,” Zenitsu soothed shakily, bucking back into Inosuke’s thrusts as best he could. “You can come, pretty boy. You’re doing so good, making me feel so good.” 

 Inosuke whined, bending down to meet Zenitsu’s lips in a frenzied kiss as he came, hips stuttering with oversensitivity. Pulling out, he flopped like a dead fish to one side of the bed, immediately snuggling into the covers to watch lazily as Tanjirou replaced him between Zenitsu’s legs. 

 Pushing in and starting off right where Inosuke left off, Tanjirou moaned desperately into Zenitsu’s ear, pulling a pleased sob from the other boy. 

 Zenitsu writhed in pleasure, drawing a leg up around Tanjirou’s hip to pull him in deeper. “I’m close,” he whined, arching his back. 

 “Go ahead, sweetheart, you can cum,” Tanjirou soothed, hips stuttering in their rhythm as he gave a soft bite to Zenitsu’s ear lobe. 

 With that extra stimulation, Zenitsu found himself shaking apart. Eyes rolling back, he came slowly and then all at once. 

 Tanjirou let out an undignified squeak at the extra tightness, then moaned long and low as he came. Pulling out, he grabbed Zenitsu’s discarded shirt and wiped them all down before tucking them beneath the covers.
 “Good night, I love you,” Tanjirou said to his already sleeping friends before drifting off himself.