Inuyasha/Miroku Oneshots
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › InuYasha/Miroku
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,485
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3
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Currently Reading:
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Dulcimere
Dulcimere
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Dulcimere from Latin. dulce "sweet" + melos "song," from Greek melos "melody." This pairs up with 'Decadent'.
Disclaimer: I don't won them, never have and will own them. This is a work of fanfiction made purely for enjoyment and no money is being gained.
The tables are turned now. It's me filling him up now, reveling this time in the feel of myself inside of him.
His body caresses my length, slurping me in as I withdraw and thrust back. He never says 'harder', 'faster' as I make love him. He likes it slow, my thrusts languid in pace, shallow. I wouldn't have it any other way. I can't bring myself to pound into him even if he asked, not like he does to me.
He likes being kissed when he's fucked. He likes close skin to skin contact, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I come in and out of him, his raven hair highlighted against my silver. Moaning quietly, his hands all over me. My hands all over him. He gasps softly as my hand finally finds his cock and I begin to pump it slowly in time of my thrusts.
With him bottoming it's always a bit girly. Soft and sweet. Lots of whispers. It's like were two different people when the roles are reversed.
I don't mind. I like to slide deep into him, seeking his lips with mine as I do so, kissing him with all of my being. Pouring my essence into him. Drawing out our releases so that they don't hit us like a tidal wave but instead like the flow of a small stream running through a forest.
I kiss all over his neck, his arms, his face. He kisses me back, whispering such sweet things to me. Not the lecher he is when on top. A fragile thing to be taken care of. He knows I need this, that I need to be gentle. Need to cherish, worship his body. Love him this way as he loves me when he takes me hard and fast.
It's a balance. Yin and Yang. I belong to him and he belongs to me. Two halves of a whole. A unity woven by the soft moans and whispers we exchange, through the minute buck of his hips, through the slow thrusts of mine and our sweet sweet kisses.
We finish with the slow pace we started with. Both sated and content. Satisfied.
Whole.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Dulcimere from Latin. dulce "sweet" + melos "song," from Greek melos "melody." This pairs up with 'Decadent'.
Disclaimer: I don't won them, never have and will own them. This is a work of fanfiction made purely for enjoyment and no money is being gained.
The tables are turned now. It's me filling him up now, reveling this time in the feel of myself inside of him.
His body caresses my length, slurping me in as I withdraw and thrust back. He never says 'harder', 'faster' as I make love him. He likes it slow, my thrusts languid in pace, shallow. I wouldn't have it any other way. I can't bring myself to pound into him even if he asked, not like he does to me.
He likes being kissed when he's fucked. He likes close skin to skin contact, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I come in and out of him, his raven hair highlighted against my silver. Moaning quietly, his hands all over me. My hands all over him. He gasps softly as my hand finally finds his cock and I begin to pump it slowly in time of my thrusts.
With him bottoming it's always a bit girly. Soft and sweet. Lots of whispers. It's like were two different people when the roles are reversed.
I don't mind. I like to slide deep into him, seeking his lips with mine as I do so, kissing him with all of my being. Pouring my essence into him. Drawing out our releases so that they don't hit us like a tidal wave but instead like the flow of a small stream running through a forest.
I kiss all over his neck, his arms, his face. He kisses me back, whispering such sweet things to me. Not the lecher he is when on top. A fragile thing to be taken care of. He knows I need this, that I need to be gentle. Need to cherish, worship his body. Love him this way as he loves me when he takes me hard and fast.
It's a balance. Yin and Yang. I belong to him and he belongs to me. Two halves of a whole. A unity woven by the soft moans and whispers we exchange, through the minute buck of his hips, through the slow thrusts of mine and our sweet sweet kisses.
We finish with the slow pace we started with. Both sated and content. Satisfied.
Whole.