The Crossdresser and the Ice Princess
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InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,926
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Sweet Surrender
Title:Sweet Surrender
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and Prompt : Creamy, #7, bloom
Rating: NC-17
Words: 300
Universe/Genre: canon, smut
A/N: Originally published at the LJ challenge comm Inuromp for their Fall Challenge in December 2009.
The mercenary drew the youkai lord closer to him, hands winding around his waist, settling over rigid armor. His own clashed against the youkai's chest but their lips never came apart. They were entangled in a fierce, sweet union and would never come apart. Soft lips to soft lips, one warrior to another, one flauntingly genderless being to another. Gender meaningless as they existed only in the shadow world of lust.
Jakotsu gasped into Sesshoumaru's mouth as he felt long fingers caress below the edge of his armour, assertively yet slightly tentatively. Gentle, quite unlike the fierce no-nonsense lord. And hard. Bruising his moderately reddened lips, hand grasping his ass firmly and a questing tongue invading his mouth.
He was in nirvana, drowning.
His lips worshiping at the altar of his deity, his deadly reason to live. Giving in and wanting it. Wanting to surrender so badly and doing just that. He arched against his godly lover in wanton lust, feeling a throbbing hardness against his own as their bodies pressed against one another.
Their lips battling and surrendering, giving and receiving. Breath stolen by wordless gasps, sense obliterated by the heat of lips on lips, body to body. Decency, depravity sliding into one another, twisting and coiling. Idle hands touching scorching hot bodies, minds sinking into hazy lust, throbbing, aching, need ready to burst at their loins.
They bucked against one another, the lord forgetting all decorum, staking his claim with a kiss, with a hard hold, an almost idle fondle. With his body drawing the feminine mercenary to the brink and over, swallow his scream inside his mouth as the cross-dresser writhed and came against him, soiling their silks. It was such a sweet feeling of dominance.
As Jakotsu felt the kisses on his cheeks, he felt special.
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and Prompt : Creamy, #7, bloom
Rating: NC-17
Words: 300
Universe/Genre: canon, smut
A/N: Originally published at the LJ challenge comm Inuromp for their Fall Challenge in December 2009.
The mercenary drew the youkai lord closer to him, hands winding around his waist, settling over rigid armor. His own clashed against the youkai's chest but their lips never came apart. They were entangled in a fierce, sweet union and would never come apart. Soft lips to soft lips, one warrior to another, one flauntingly genderless being to another. Gender meaningless as they existed only in the shadow world of lust.
Jakotsu gasped into Sesshoumaru's mouth as he felt long fingers caress below the edge of his armour, assertively yet slightly tentatively. Gentle, quite unlike the fierce no-nonsense lord. And hard. Bruising his moderately reddened lips, hand grasping his ass firmly and a questing tongue invading his mouth.
He was in nirvana, drowning.
His lips worshiping at the altar of his deity, his deadly reason to live. Giving in and wanting it. Wanting to surrender so badly and doing just that. He arched against his godly lover in wanton lust, feeling a throbbing hardness against his own as their bodies pressed against one another.
Their lips battling and surrendering, giving and receiving. Breath stolen by wordless gasps, sense obliterated by the heat of lips on lips, body to body. Decency, depravity sliding into one another, twisting and coiling. Idle hands touching scorching hot bodies, minds sinking into hazy lust, throbbing, aching, need ready to burst at their loins.
They bucked against one another, the lord forgetting all decorum, staking his claim with a kiss, with a hard hold, an almost idle fondle. With his body drawing the feminine mercenary to the brink and over, swallow his scream inside his mouth as the cross-dresser writhed and came against him, soiling their silks. It was such a sweet feeling of dominance.
As Jakotsu felt the kisses on his cheeks, he felt special.