Imagine Kyojuro was laying on his shared futon faced pressed against the pillows as his husband pounded into him. They had been at this for a while now kyojuro was moaning into the pillow bellow him not wanting his neighboring hashira to hear him and his husband. [Name] gripped kyojuro’s hips pulling him back onto his cock.
Kyojuro looks up from the pillow immediately his moans spilling out as he looks back at his husband “wait- please!” Kyo reaches back pressing his hand against [Name]’s hip not knowing if he should push [Name] away or pull him closer. [Name] looks down at kyojuro pulling out and flipping him on his back small pants and gasps leave kyo.
Kyojuro sit up pushing [Name] down on his back and straddling him. Kyo grabs [Name]’s cock lining him up with his wet hole and pushing down on him. “Oh..yes mhmm!” Kyo lets out heavy pants as he starts to grind down on [Name] cock. Kyo reaches forward putting his hands on [Name]’s chest using it to push himself up and slam back down.
“You’re so pretty kyo” [Name] says rubbing kyojuro’s hips. “Yes-please! feels so good!” Kyo moans out loudly forgetting that his neighbors could possibly hear him. Kyo reaches out gripping [Name]’s hair using it as leverage to bounce and grind faster.
On the wrestling to grinding w/ best friend Kyo, your head resting on his forearm as he's leaning on his elbow above you, other hand on your hip. Wet kisses trailed up your neck and his hot breath fanning across your cheek. Every now and then there's a particularly rough thrust as he murmurs apologies in your ear. This isn't how he wanted it to go with you but he can't bring himself to stop
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, best friend!kyojuro rengoku, fem!reader, modern au, slight size kink, play wrestling -> dry humping pipeline, premature ejaculation. sub!kyojuro implied but the dynamic isn't too prominent in this one.
A TV drama debate quickly turned into playful shoving, which naturally turned into roughhousing, a common practice between you and the man you've known since you could walk. The show is paused in the background, illuminating your bodies in the darkness of your living room as you wrestle on the couch you were previously cuddling on.
You continue to argue over the protagonist's love life, though you put too much weight into a lunge, sending both of you tumbling onto the floor. Ouch.
“Oof!” Kyojuro grunts, the wind temporarily knocked out of him as his back meets the carpet, and your body follows, falling atop his.
He rolls over, caging your body beneath his, undeterred by the tumble and you're reminded of just how big he is. He isn't the gangly teen you remember pushing around anymore, but a grown man. It's difficult to reconcile that dorky teen with the pile of muscle he's become. Jeez, when did he bulk up so much? And as you clutch uselessly at his bulging biceps to shove him off you, you can't help but feel him up a little longer than necessary.
Kyojuro's warm weight atop you is all-consuming, sapping the strength from your limbs his body heat melts into yours. Still, you twist in his hold, ignoring the fluttering in your chest to capture him in a headlock. He knocks your arms out of the way, hands sliding beneath you to grip your shoulders, and one of his muscled thighs hooking beneath yours to prevent you from kicking.
You huff, unable to do much but squirm. And squirm you do, never one to give up.
He loves your fire almost as much as he loves the way you pout when you lose. Before he can gloat, your hips shift over his groin at just the right angle. Kyojuro's bulge is almost perfectly lodged between your thighs, the warmth between them radiating through your clothing. His breath hitches, muscles tensing in response before a violent shudder overtakes him.
Though he fights to regain control of himself, his cock throbs in his pants, and Buddha he hopes you can't feel him getting hard. You'd tease him endlessly for it, he's sure of it.
Get a hold of yourself, Kyojuro. His eyes pinch shut, cheeks ruddy with warm blood as he feels his body fill with fire. When his golden eyes re-open, he's met with an expression on your face that nearly makes him moan aloud.
Your brows are twisted in concentration, perhaps to hide how flustered you are by his proximity. Your lips parted slightly, chest heaving from the exertion of your scuffle. Buddha forgive him, his body moves without thought, hips rutting against yours. His swelling erection drags deliciously over your clothed cunt, eliciting a deep rumbling groan that vibrates his whole chest.
Your nails prick into his back, leaving behind red crescent moons on his skin and fuck that feels good too.
Kyojuro murmurs a slurred apology, dipping his head down as his shame paints his cheeks red. Even as he apologizes his hips won't stop, and the feeling of his warm breath on your throat makes you shiver. The shock of the realization that your best friend is humping you leaves you gaping stupidly, and for some reason, you don't tell him to stop.
You don't punch his shoulder and laugh it off, only stare with widening pupils as the blond all but ruts his hardness against you like an overeager puppy. Why is this so hot? Wrong in many ways obviously, but it’s intoxicating nonetheless to see him unraveling this way. And God, his cock, even through his joggers you can feel how thick he is.
“Kyo,” you began, a protest on the tip of your tongue but your breath hitches as his lips meet the tender flesh of your neck. "K-kyojuro, what are you doing...”
“I can't stop. I'm sorry, I unnnh,” Kyojuro nearly whines, his hand sliding down from your shoulder to grip your hip as his enthusiastic thrusts start to shove you across the floor. "You feel so good.”
“Don't say things like that, idiot,” you hiss, though even as you scold him, you can feel yourself getting slick. His leaking tip nudges your clit just right and you can't stop the soft sound of approval from escaping, nor your legs from locking around his bucking hips. "Fuck, don't stop.”
His cock twitches, aching against your pussy as your perceived acceptance of his desperate act sends him into a frenzy. His weight presses further onto yours, trapping you between his heavy body and the floor. When you toss your head back, his forearm cushions it.
“Love you. Love you – ohh.”
This isn't how he wanted this to go, how he's always imagined himself confessing his feelings for you. But he can't deny either of you this maddening friction, every single rational thought stolen away by your gasping moans.
“Can feel how big you are. Shit, c’mere.”
Your fingers wind in his flaxen hair, gathering it in your fist close to his scalp and tugging his head away from your neck to slant your lips over his. Your clumsy kiss is electric, all he’s ever imagined it would be and not enough all at once, and his hips stutter against yours. He shakes all over, eyes rolling back with a choked cry into your mouth as he abruptly cums in his pants.
“Sorry, I’m… fuuuck,” he whimpers against your lips, the feeling of your tongue slipping past his parted lips forcing another spurt out of him. “Ah. Hmm, wow.”
His half-lidded, apologetic gaze meets yours, a bead of sweat dripping down his hairline.
“What the fuck,” you start, half-chuckling half in disbelief of what just happened. His face burns with the humiliation of not only humping his best friend like some pervert but also blowing his load from you kissing him, like a loser. Before he can apologize again, he takes in your dilated pupils and the way your hips still undulate beneath his heavy weight. “That was so hot.”
In his post-orgasmic haze, he can only groan in response, pressing his face into your shoulder.
“And pathetic,” you teased, and for some reason his softening cock twitches. And of course you notice, because he’s still slotted against your cunt, which is no doubt a sloppy mess of your own slick beneath your clothes. You hadn’t cum, but you hardly care, still on cloud nine from simply watching your favorite person unravel.
“So cruel,” he huffs, nipping at your shoulder in retaliation.
“You like it. A bit too much apparently– yeowch!” another, harder bite follows, and you erupt in giggles as his thick digits dig into your sides, tickling you. “Touchy. Now are you gonna get up and let me fuck you properly, or are you too tuckered out, pretty boy?”
The way he scrambles off of you and starts pulling at his clothes is way too cute.
when a clueless hashira wanders into your layer of operations, you can’t help but put up a fight— and admire his fat tits through the inconvenient tear in his uniform you inflict.
ruling. nsfw — mature content
content warnings. demon! reader, masochist? rengoku, feminization, body worship, praise, nipple play, impact play, reader refers to rengoku using feminine nicknames / anatomy (girl, princess, pussy, tits)
an. meow i was so excited to write for rengoku. i love beefy men being treated like bimbos! woohooo!
kinktober 2023 masterlist
“slow down, pretty girl. stop squirming so much.”
“mm— haah! please stop teasing me!”
the man in your lap writhed at your touch. careful hands gliding down his chest, drawing circles around his nipples as he thrashed between your legs.
how’d you even get here? you don’t remember. well, you do. but you aren’t focused on remembering. not when the flame hashira is at your disposal. burning, sticky skin and sweet-sounding whimpers from his lips a stunning combination of reactions to your touch.
you’re a demon under kibutsuji. one of the latest recruits to the twelve kizuki. being an upper rank is tiring. always lounging about in the manor you’ve made for yourself, waiting to get this damned job over with and kill those little brats they called the demon corps.
but this one… this one may be spared.
rengoku kyojurou, that’s what his name is — the thundering flame hashira that it seems the whole of japan has been talking about.
and he’s wandered straight into your lair, ready to slay you.
yes, that’s what he had planned — until while during your fight, your claws tore a less than convenient rip in his uniform. straight through the chest to reveal the space between his muscular pecs that you just had to stop and stare at.
and now you’re here. the hashira sat between your legs as you toyed with his chest and body.
hey, you couldn’t help it; not when his tits — pecs — were practically begging to be touched and fucked. and he was, too. not like he denied it at all. you may be a demon, but that definitely did not take away from your temptation. and looks.
“relax, baby. you’re stressing too much.” you cooed to the whining rengoku as you pinched his nipple between your fingers. he jolted, shaking his head as your free hand held his hands behind his back.
you sighed and looked at his swollen nipple between your pointer and thumb fingers. “look at you,” you feigned a pout. “your tits are all red. is that what you wanted, flame hashira? to make your big tits all red and sore?”
“they are not — tits.” rengoku whimpered, his voice lowering to almost a whisper at his last word. “what was that?” you asked into his ear, pulling at his sore nipple and letting it go, watching it bounce back as he let out a long wail.
rengoku’s hips bucked up as you fondled his pecs, tracing round his right bud with your sharp, manicured claws. “i — i can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” he whined. “a demon using and teasing my body.”
“oh, how shameful.” you chuckled and flicked his sore nipple, making him jump. you switched hands to hold his wrists, off to pay more attention to his neglected side as you immediately began to knead his left breast. “a demon having their way with you. how will you explain to your beloved corp that you’ve come back sore with no victory?”
rengoku went silent. pressing his raw lips together to muffle his grunts and whines. dissatisfied by his lack of response, you pinched his left nipple and leaned in to whisper into his neck. “answer me, flame hashira.”
his lips parted to speak, but all that came out was a shaky breath from the tip of his tongue. you began to grow increasingly agitated by his silence, and so you took it upon yourself to force the answer from him.
you rose your hand and brought it down onto his chest with some force. the hashira flinched in your hold; whining out as the sting along his chest and sore nipple left him squirming. “are you going to answer me?” you snarled just beneath his ear, breathing against rengoku’s neck and making him shiver.
“i — i don’t know.” he stammered and swallowed harshly. you laughed at his response and shook your head. “aw. pretty girl can’t think. i can’t imagine what your co-workers will think of you when you return.”
rengoku couldn’t imagine it either. he was afraid, honestly; unknowing of what his fellow hashira will think of him if he admitted to returning to them with no victory, all for a few moments of pleasure. but at that point, he didn’t care. it felt too good to give up. never had he felt this way before.
all of his thoughts immediately dissipated once he felt your cold hands pinch at his hot nipples once more. rengoku yelped, not noticing you had let his wrists go and was now using both of your hands to knead his chest.
“ah! please…” he sniffled, watching your hands press his chest muscles together and trace his burning buds with your freezing fingertips “your hands… they’re so cold.”
kyojurou felt his cock strain against his pants. the sight of you toying with his pecs made his mind go numb. at that point, he was melting into you. nodding mindlessly whenever you commented something about his fat tits or his hard nipples. the way he reacted to you was addictive.
a few more times did you strike rengoku’s chest; making him wail and writhe more in your arms. whenever he seemed too lost in watching you press his breasts together while you were asking a question would you remind him with a sharp smack straight onto his flaming nipple. then he would recoil and slowly answer your question — too invested on how red and sore his chest was growing. but he loved the burning feeling.
“can’t imagine how wet you must be for me, flame hashira.” you purred. “your pussy is probably drenched. it must be, considering how you’re reacting to just me touching your boobs.” and you laughed, lips twitching up into a grin.
“d-don’t — haah… don’t say those things.” rengoku whimpered, squirming in your hold as one of your hands massaged his right breast while the other began to trail down his body. fingers ghosting over the evident bulge in his pants as he panted and gasped for air. the hashira felt his cock twitch pathetically in his pants as you laughed.
your sly smile grew with each mewl rengoku let slip. “aw, is my girl embarrassed. don’t wanna admit how wet ‘n excited i got you, princess?” you purred into the shell of his ear as he trembled. “i’m not… wet.” he grumbled, and you just had to laugh again.
“show me then.” you insisted. your hands trailed down to his belt as your fingers slowly began to undo it. “show me you’re not leaking from my touch.” the flame hashira swallowed thickly as you leaned in to murmur to him.
From the beginning, he had never broken a rule, never disobeyed, and you praised him for it. He was your good boy, and it seemed that was how it would always be.
But despite how he had listened in the past, today, he gave it all up.
~~~
You had been gone for weeks, an emergency call from your crow and you had left. You had been exchanging letters with him, enough for him to know that you were coming back later that day.
But he had been needy for days, and he just couldn't help it.
It's not like you'd be back until much later, right? He had all the time in the world, you would never know what he did.
And so there he lay, thrusting up into his fist and moaning your name, head thrown back at the stimulation. He was moaning so loud, and was so lost in the feeling that he didn't notice you approaching, didn't see you coming into the room to observe him as he writhed in bed, letting out little "uh uh uh"s with every stroke.
"My, my, Kyojuro." You purred, smirking as his eyes snapped open and his hands whipped away from his length.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just ~ please ~ I needed--"
"Quiet."
His mumbled pleads were silenced as you slowly approached the bed.
"I told you I'd be coming back today. You really couldn't wait a couple more hours?" You cupped his face in your hand, and he nuzzled in, whining at your words.
"B-been needy for days, and I just couldn't help it, I missed you so bad!" He was almost crying, he just wanted to be your good boy again!
But from the look in your eyes, he knew he was in for it.
"Such a naughty boy, playing with himself when all he had to do was wait a couple hours. Such a needy little thing."
Kyojuro nodded, yes, he was naughty, please forgive him, he'll be good. You smiled.
"Aww, my pretty boy. I've missed you. But alas, I suppose it's time for your punishment."
He wilted at those words, he was so upset with himself, so upset he had given in.
"Now, why don't you carry on as if I hadn't come in. Go ahead, stroke yourself."
He almost protested, almost said that he could be your good boy, but he stopped himself. This is what he got for being bad, this is what he deserved.
He did as you asked, tentatively grabbing his flushed cock and started stroking, trembling as you watched him closely. He suspected you were going to make him edge himself, but he wasn't sure he could handle that.
Luckily, that wasn't quite what you had in mind.
As he started getting closer to release, gasping at the quick buildup, you cooed at him. "Keep going, pretty, you're almost there."
He trusted up in his hand, and trailed the other to his nipples to give them stimulation just as you would.
His moans reached a whole new level as he reached him peak, spouting your name and 'thank you thank you thank you's as he came.
You just watched as he removed his hand from his cock when his high finished.
Then you put a confused look on your face. "Kyojuro? What are you doing? I never said you could stop."
"But I just..." His words died on his lips. His eyes widened as they quickly flashed to you, realizing what your plan really was.
He flushed even deeper as he quickly reached back for his cock. Maybe if he did as you asked well enough, you'd forgive him faster? He'd do anything to get you to be happy with him again.
As his hand made contact, he hissed through his teeth at the sensitivity. But he saw you watching closely, and tried to hide his dislike. He would be good for you.
Quickly stroking, he let out quiet whimpers of the pain and pleasure. He wanted to stop but it felt good at the same time, the pain and pleasure melding together and he couldn't handle it but he had to.
Knitting his brows together in determination, he tried to speed himself to release to end this. It was torture and you could tell he was trying his best. But you wouldn't go easy on him.
As he coaxed out another orgasm, he let out wails at the feeling. He couldn't take it! But he was good, so he hoped you would let him stop.
He gazed up at you with half lidded, pleading eyes. You stroked his forhead, brushing his hair to the sides and you bent down to kiss him.
But then you turned your head to his ear. "Keep going."
Horror sparked through his veins. "B-but I can be good, I promise! I'm so sorry, I swear I'll be good for you, just no more of this! I can't take anym~AHN"
You had taken his hand, and brought it back down to his bright red length.
Holding back your wicked grin, you tutted as he tried to bring it away.
"Bad boy, trying to stop his punishment. Can't you take it nicely, like you did before?"
He nodded quickly, he could be good! He's sorry, he's just so sensitive!
And you cooed sympathetically, contradicting your harsh hand guiding his up and down, up and down.
His sharp whimpers and shakes don't faze you as you bring him to the edge yet again, not once letting up.
This time, as he came, only a couple weak spurts manage to make their way to the surface, sadly dripping down the length.
He cried, tears finally falling from his gorgeous red and yellow eyes. You gently wiped the tears from his face, slowly starting the pace of his hands again.
And despite his broken state, when he looks back up at you, all you see in his eyes in pure adoration.
"Such a cute baby. Keep being good like this, and I'll end your punishment soon."
He attempts a week smile at that, and tries to speed up his pace to please you.
His face crumples at the pain, but he's still letting out whimpers as the feeling overtakes his body, and he's so pretty in this moment, that you want to keep him this way forever.
His body is writhing, and you press your lips to his as he comes.
Nothing comes out, and he's too weak to keep going to ride out the orgasm, so you do it for him.
At the feeling of your soft hands, he keens, and he's been waiting so long for your soft touch that the difference sends him straight into another high.
It's a dry orgasm, nothing left to come out. He's too broken to say anything, unintelligible mumbles spilling out, but his hands reach for you, pulling you close as he goes through the 5th orgasm of the night.
You whisper praises into his hair, letting him cling to you until he's able to function again.
Once he comes down from all of the sensations, he nuzzles into your neck and mumbles, "missed you".
"Aww, honey, I missed you too."
For the next few minutes, you cuddled in silence. Then, you cleaned him up. Once you were done, you climbed back into bed and cuddled, Kyojuro finally feeling content for the first time in weeks.
After one of your asks, I can’t stop Thinking about pegging kyojuro
NSFW
Kyojuro would love getting pegged because its one of the few times where someone else has power over him. He's a hashira and because of that everyone respects and looks up to him. When you're with him, when you fuck him, he melts and begs you to move faster. To go deeper. To just make him cum over and over and over again just for you. His precious little moans and gasps of your name escape him and your praises are the only thing that make him feel so loved. And, the best part of all, when you were sure he was well fucked out you'd lavish him with gentle touches and kisses to his body and face.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!kyojuro rengoku, dom!reader (no pronouns or anatomy mentioned), handjob, master kink, pet names (pup/puppy), overstimulation, one (1) dick slap, y'all do have a safeword even if it isn't explicitly stated here, hence the ignored 'no'.
Kyojuro is a well-behaved pup. He follows instructions to the letter, barks when he’s told, even cums on command. But his sensitive body often betrays him, jerking and squirming into and away from touches despite his determination to be good for you.
Especially as he's painting his soft, flexing tummy with cum, thick thighs twitching with the effort not to buck into your hand. He's making these kicked-puppylike sounds as his orgasm is torn out of him as if with claws, his golden-red gaze half-lidded and reverent. But you aren't done with him, he realizes almost in anguish as your hand doesn't slow, still tugging his oversensitive cock even after it's finished spurting.
His dark brows knit, eyes clenching shut, and a half-sob weasels out of his kiss-bruised lips. "Ohh, please no. Master- ah! ahh!"
"Endure it a little longer, pup. Don't squirm," You croon in a falsely compassionate tone, and he nods even as his thighs snap shut.
"Sorry, 'm sorry! sorry, so s-sorry," he apologizes, gasping as you pry them back open. Your hand is merciless, nearly rubbing his cock raw despite how the slick squelching from his spend. It's a maddening, relentless pleasure and pain that makes his mind melt.
"Fuck," he rasps, a large hand clamping around your wrist only to be slapped away with a tsk. "Hurts," Kyojuro sniffles, eyes glittery with unshed tears that make your lips part and your pupils expand.
A sadistic thrill stokes the fire in your belly, your mouth watering at the pitiful display. A part of you wants to be merciful, and baby him, but another can't help but want to be firm and mean. He hardly deserves it, you know he can't help it, but you don't care.
"Move again, and I'll have to punish you, puppy," you warned, your voice nearly a purr, and his stomach twists at the thought of being 'bad.' He wants to be good— no, he needs to be good and receive praise for a job well done, but fuck it hurts to be touched. His traitorous body squirms, when your fingers tighten around his dick.
You sigh, delivering a sharp slap to his cock, making him cry out and his whole body jerk. He parts his thighs wider in an attempt to appease you.
While in cannon, Im sure he would be an Alpha. But let's flip the script, shall we?
Omega!Kyojuro is the neediest Omega ever. Since he grew up as such an independent person he's not used to having a partner to rely on. It takes some coaxing on your end to get him to let down his walls at first. Once you do? He just melts.
Scent him lightly before he leaves the house just once? He's demanding it every time. After he discovers how delightful it feels to have his mates scent wrapped around him all day- he demands you scent him at every available opportunity. It's unacceptable to leave without it! He wants the whole world to know he's taken and who is mate is.
He doesn't have the best sense of smell, so he will demand that you scent him until he utterly reeks of you. You would be embarrassed about it, but his blinding smile makes it a bit hard to be when he's so pleased that he can smell you.
Omega!Kyojuro is prone to stealing your clothes. While he certainly can't wear them, he likes to tuck them into his nest or under his pillow to keep your scent close by. If he's caught, (Or inevitably when, because of course you notice when half your wardrobe is gone) he wouldn't even bother being embarrassed, just ask you shamelessly for the shirt you're currently wearing.
He can't help it! Your scent is the one thing the never fails to soothe him, after a rough day, mission gone awry, or an argument with his father- one whiff of your scent melts all the stress away.
Omega!Kyojuro is determined to make you feel as loved as he does. He's up early in the mornings, cooking your favorite breakfast. The house is cleaned spotless (also because it gave him the chance to subtly scent everything), he's thrown your clothes in the wash, has candles lit to make the house smell nice, and anything else you could think of.
When cuddling at night, you're trapped. Have to get up to pee? Too bad, Kyojuro has you locked in his arms like it's a prison of warmth and bulging muscles. There's no wiggling out of his grip, because the moment you make any progress, he whines and tugs you closer.
His purring is so loud too. Like a whole engine rumbling deep in his chest. It makes it pretty obvious when he's happy. The trick to instantly get him to pur is simple. Play with his hair. Comb it, braid it, scratch his scalp- the engine is running instantly.
Omega!Kyojuro is pretty touch starved. So, he needs your touch to relax. Cuddling, holding hands, kisses, play wrestling, hugs- you name it. He'll get jittery if he doesn't get at least one kiss from you per day. If he's having a particularly rough time, he'll seek you out and silently rest his forehead to your shoulder, right near your scent glands. Just let him stay there for a while and he'll be okay after a few minutes.
During heat? He's insatiable. Arms clinging to your body like a leach. Syphoning the chill of your skin to cool his overheated body down. Nipping and lapping at you like you're the only food he'll ever need. Often forgetting for the first time in his life that he actually needs to eat. He'll turn cheek when you try to get him to ingest anything other than your cum. The only work around is by hand feeding him, only then is he willing to open his mouth for anything. And that means anything.
Try to leave the nest for a minute for a bathroom break? He's calling out your name like a desperate housewife. As soon as you're back in the nest, good luck trying to get out again.
Speaking of, Omega!kyojuro's nest is shockingly neat, even when he is out of his mind with instincts. He's got blankets and pillows piled over one another, almost all of your clothes tucked into whatever nook he could find- along with his own. He'll get himself to pause his mindless fucking for long enough to reorganize the blankets, give the fabrics a thorough scenting (as if it wasn't already bathed in both your scents), and clean up any miscellaneous fluids. He prides himself of being clean and neat, and that translates even into his heat.
Omega!Kyojuro is insatiable for you. You better pray to whatever god you believe in for a stamina boost. Because this man will wring you dry. Knot or not. The comfort of your skin pressed snug against him. The feel of your mouth lapping at his throbbing sex, dripping with slick so thick the sheets will need to be changed again. You jaw is getting sore, your tongue is numb, but oh the sounds you're pulling from his lips are downright filthy. And he's still begging for more.
By the end of it, he's spent. Sleepy and clingy as he curls into your body for affection freely given.
