The 200 Words Of Sesshy/Miroku Smut Series
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › Sesshōmaru/Miroku
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,524
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Frantic
Tenderness far far from it, gentleness, slowness were laid aside: it was hard, brutal and quick, the way they both liked.
Flesh met flesh as Sesshoumaru ground his hips into Miroku's abused ass. Small pitiful whimpers erupted from the monks swollen lips, the youkai had put his mouth to good use earlier. The whimpers turned into desperate, needy howls and sobbed pleas as the youkai revelled inside Miroku's tightness.
Sesshoumaru drove himself in and out of the willing body writhing so decadently under him. He pounded in even harder, a line of blood trickling down his length when he withdrew. But no complaint ever escaped Miroku's plush lips.
The monks body started to buck against his more desperate and frantic. Their pace was faltering, the youkai losing himself into his lovers hot depths. Faster and evermore fierce and brutal they climbed closer to completion.
Miroku only saw the pleasure through a haze of burning pain. He gave into it willingly, digging his nails into his lovers pale shoulders and came with a scream. His muscles clamped around Sesshoumaru, making him coat Miroku's burning and quaking insides with his come. His claws left red welts all along Miroku's already scarred back.
Flesh met flesh as Sesshoumaru ground his hips into Miroku's abused ass. Small pitiful whimpers erupted from the monks swollen lips, the youkai had put his mouth to good use earlier. The whimpers turned into desperate, needy howls and sobbed pleas as the youkai revelled inside Miroku's tightness.
Sesshoumaru drove himself in and out of the willing body writhing so decadently under him. He pounded in even harder, a line of blood trickling down his length when he withdrew. But no complaint ever escaped Miroku's plush lips.
The monks body started to buck against his more desperate and frantic. Their pace was faltering, the youkai losing himself into his lovers hot depths. Faster and evermore fierce and brutal they climbed closer to completion.
Miroku only saw the pleasure through a haze of burning pain. He gave into it willingly, digging his nails into his lovers pale shoulders and came with a scream. His muscles clamped around Sesshoumaru, making him coat Miroku's burning and quaking insides with his come. His claws left red welts all along Miroku's already scarred back.