★ - um... hi! I'm not dead, haha!! I bring you my Demon Slayer OC x Douma because I love him!
☆ - Douma x OC (Haruki).
Haruki sniffles wetly, curled in the sheets of his beloved with his yukata sliding off his shoulders.
Months. His husband has been gone for months with no letter or word of his well-being. He’s worried. Worried out of his mind because he wants his Lord back. The scent from his futon is fading, and there are only so many clothes his Lord allowed him to touch.
Haruki feels like crying.
“My Lord…” He mumbles into the night sky, curling deeper into his husband’s haori and inhaling the scent. Heavens, he misses him.
Haruki doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he thinks he’s dreaming when he feels someone brush his hair out of his face. “...my lord?” His grey eyes widen when he feels the cold hand of his lover glide across his exposed collarbone. “Oh, you sweet thing. Did I leave you unattended for too long, little pet?”
It feels like heaven when His Majesty’s hand unclaps his eyepatch bearing the scar Haruki deems ugly. His Lord’s expression shifts into something that makes Haruki’s stomach twist. “You’re crying, Haruki? Why are you crying, my pet?”
Haruki’s knees go weak when he hears his name fall from His Lord’s lips. He shakes his head because he genuinely doesn’t know, too busy rubbing his face against His Lord’s palm. “I m-missed you, My Lord…” A smile forms on His Lord’s face as he squats to be eye level with his lover. “Did you? Is that why you’re in my quarters instead of yours with my clothes scattered everywhere?”
Haruki’s entire body trembles when he feels a kiss on his cheek, grey eyes never leaving his husband’s rainbow ones. “Poor thing, did you miss me that much?” Haruki can’t answer when he feels cold hands trailing over his exposed collarbone. “It’s alright, sweet thing. I’m here now.” Douma lifts Haruki’s chin slightly to kiss a trail down his neck. “I missed you, too, for what it’s worth.” His Lord huffs a breath into his skin, and Haruki can’t suppress the noise he makes. Instinctively, the human wraps his arms around his husband’s neck and inhales his scent, relishing the way his Lord’s fangs slightly caress his bare skin, threatening to break the skin and draw blood.
“M-My lord…” Haruki sniffles, “I-I missed y-you— I-I love you—” Douma shushes him by smushing his cheeks together, tutting and shaking his head. “It was so boring without you, my pet. The Kizuki are always cooped up with whatever the demon slayers are doing, so I never have a chance to spend time with you.” His Majesty rolls his eyes at the mention of his coworkers, though he keeps his hands busy by splaying them across Haruki’s abdomen and pushing him down on the futon. “I have an idea,” he says, straddling his lover and removing the clothes on Haruki’s torso. “What if you stay here and listen to my followers' woes with me? If you beg me well enough, I’ll even let you wear my hat while you sit in my lap.” Douma listens to his husband’s mewls as he bites a bit above his collarbone, hard enough to draw blood.
Haruki all but whines. “My l-lord, haah, My l-lord please— I l-love it, l-love you—”
“Aht, aht, little pet.” His husband uses his thumb to wipe a smear of blood from Haruki’s pale skin and licks the spot clean. “You wouldn’t want the priests to get upset for defiling my chambers, would you?”
Grey eyes well up with tears as he shakes his head, biting his lip to keep the noises at bay. “No, m-my Lord. I-I’ll be good,” Haruki’s Adam’s apple bobs as his breathing stutters. “I w-wanna be good.”
Douma’s nails scratch his torso, hard enough to leave marks. “That’s a good husband.”
