CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

First Fuck

By Salome and Talon

Author's Note: Please forgive us for taking SO long to get this chapter done. It's been a CRAZY spring, and we hope this chapter earns us a bit of forgiveness! (Soon we'll be able to unleash a bunch of writing we've finished but held off posting to keep everything in order.)

Warning: Shouta. Smut. Kinks of many varieties. Don’t read it if you don’t want to.

Kin lies on his back, looking up at Onii, happily. He got presents. And he is a present. And his hakama is off, and he's been kissed and touched and his harness feels still strange but good. His mouth pants for more kissing, and his little prick is so hard. "Onii will fuck Kin," he says, tasting the words again. "With his big dog cock," he says, just to make sure. Onii could and has fucked him with fingers and tongue, and beautifully made jade phalluses of varying sizes. "Kin gets Onii's fuck for another gift, yes?"

Sesshoumaru cannot help but breathe in Kin's excitement, his confidence, and his need. In his scent and in the sight of him there is not a bit of fear, not a bit of insecurity that perhaps he is not ready yet or…not safe enough to trust his Onii. Before him is his beautiful, eager boy, wearing the harness that seems to have bonded them even more closely than he thought possible—certainly more than he ever knew he would desire. Kin seems to swell with pride in the wearing of it, and he appears simultaneously childlike in his devotion and sure in his demands (if reciting his request over and over can be called a demand). Sesshoumaru, too, swells, with his own pride and his own desire. That Kin might truly be physically mature enough for his cock has been out of his thoughts for some time, especially since the incident. Is now the time?

Kin squirms on his back as Onii looks down at him. "Onii? Please? Kin is getting Onii's fuck? Today? Now? Please?" He's excited, a TINY bit nervous, but mostly excited and happy. "Does Kin's harness make Kin look pretty?" he asks for at least the fifteenth time.

What can he do but smile, inwardly, and cherish that combination of innocence and experience, his "pretty" little pup with his big-boy needs and a sexual appetite typical of his inu and yet still far ahead of his years. Evaluating the matter intellectually is failing Sesshoumaru quickly, and the words "Very pretty indeed," emerge from his mouth before he can stop them. He turns and moves to his special cabinet, where he removes a vial of the thickest of his oils and holds it up to the light. Before turning back, he says to both Kin and himself, "There will be no other, ever, who will take you in this way once I have done so, my Kin." He speaks as though there is any other choice, for either of them. He has already fucked Ken, but this is different, far different. When he gives his fuck to Kin, the dominant personality, he knows that little will change in their daily lives or their hearts, but he knows just as certainly that it will alter them both, irrevocably. And the knowledge makes him hungry for it, with a ferocity he has long denied himself. He turns to his perfect pet, and his eyes spark red, then return to their usual golden glow.

"Yes Oniisama," he says quietly. "Onii told Ken that too," he says. "And no one may touch Kin unless Onii says anyway, right?" His eyes get big at the red in Onii's eyes, then it goes away. "Kin belongs to Oniisama," he says. "Kin belongs to Oniisama. Kin belongs to Oniisama." His breath hitches between each utterance of his default answer. "Kin...Kin...will...belong even more to Oniisama?"

"Yes, child," he says, solemnly. He walks over to Kin and sits on the bed at his feet. As he pours the viscous liquid into his palm, his actions and scent remain calm, dominant. He relishes Kin's excitement the moment is one for reverence and savoring. Is his pup mature enough to understand this?

Kin bites his lips and wriggles. His hakama had been long since discarded somewhere under the blankets and furs. He's flushed, his face, his ears, his chest and belly even under his harness. He isn't exactly frightened, but he is incredibly excited in a way he isn't used to. Onii's scent tries to make him calmer, and it helps, but he actually bark-yips to let out some of his excitement and energy while at the same time trying to hold still.

Sesshoumaru enjoys both Kin's efforts to still himself and his delightful little yap, betraying his puppyhood. He dips his long, slender fingertips into the oil and begins to paint Kin's cleft, stroking up and down, and dabbing the little hole to arouse and soothe his boy, to tease and ready him. He reaches up and coats his little cock and balls, too, then back down to that tiny, tempting little hole that he grows increasingly confident will stretch all it needs to in order to welcome him, fully. He has grown a great deal in a year, has taken larger and larger phalluses, and is clearly ready in both scent and soul. "Onii will fill you up so full," he murmurs as he slathers and daubs.

Kin pants hard, loud and hard and whines softly as he's touched each, slick, warm time. "Yes, Onii will fill Kin up...Onii will not stop if Kin cries," he asks, suddenly worried. "Kin does not want Onii to stop even if Kin cries a little while he gets used to it...please Oniisama...please?"

"I will know whether I am truly hurting you or not, little one. Trust me. Now and always. I know my boy and I will neither damage him nor shy from what we both need, and deserve." His alpha scent becomes richer, headier, as he slips a finger into the little pucker and words the oil in.

Kin's mouth opens into a little o as Onii fills him with his finger. He makes a high pitched whine, because his body knows this feeling, and it pushes his bottom towards Onii's hand for more. His puppy prick bobs its hardness as he pants audibly. "Y...y...yes Oniisaaaaamaaaaa..."

From one finger to two, thickly lubricating both entrance and inner walls, Sesshoumaru calmly, deftly prepares Kin. "Such a good boy," he enthuses, feeling him press into his hand so eagerly. He bends forward to suckle that precious erection as he pumps his fingers and feels Kin loosen and welcome him. He will take as long as needed to ensure those muscles truly are relaxed.

He whines again and pants as Onii puts TWO in. He knows that feeling, and he grabs at Onii's hair as Onii sucks his cock. "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ooooniiiiiiiiisaaaaaaaamaaaaaaa..." This is not new, this part, but he knows something new is coming and it keeps his nerves twanging and skin all over his body twitches at every thrust and suckle and he whines and whines until all he can hear is the noise Onii's fingers make, in and out, in and out, and his own whine.

His skin prickles and his fur shivers at that drawn-out whine. Nothing other sound affects him so deeply, so powerfully. His cock strains for release and he must yield. Must free himself to give himself to Kin. Keeping his two fingers working and continuing to slicken his opening as amply as possible, Sesshoumaru cleans his open palm of the last traces of oil with a nearby cloth, then undoes his obi with one deft hand and lets his hakama drop to the floor. His slippers he had already removed as he brought Kin to the bed, so it is no difficult matter to step from his garment and then shrug from his haori. Pouring oil into the palm of the hand inside Kin, he sits back down, lubes up his other fingers, shoves them in, and then releases himself from the remaining sleeve of the haori. It is good to be bare and kneeling in front of Kin, cock full and erect, leaking with desire to plunge inside. He lubes his cock and continues to lube Kin, slipping in a third finger and fighting back his impatience. "Soon, pet," he assures Kin…and his greedy erection.

He whimpers as Onii does things he can't see, but feels. He can't help but stare up at the paintings on the ceiling. They have a special name, but he can't think about that right now. He shrieks, as he always does at the addition of the third finger, but his shrieks have gone from horrifically painful and too much, to just a shriek that indicates surprise that he knew was coming but is still a surprise and hurts but don't stop please please. The shriek, as it does now, tapers off into a whine. His whine begs for him, without words, his ears flat then rise, then flat then rise. "Onnniiiiiiiiii..."

"Yes, pup…Onii is here... Open up and let Onii in, sweet, precious boy…" He keeps up a shallow rhythm, keeping his fingers well coated and working them in and in, until Kin at last takes them, all the way. He knows the sounds Kin makes are not what will tell him if he goes too far. Kin has taken three fingers before, and it is his scent and the sight of blood that will let him know to ease up and take more time. He rubs and strokes his cock, soothing and rousing himself, at the same rhythm as he finger-fucks Kin.

His whine turns into whimpers in rhythm of the finger fucking. His legs pull apart and back all on their own. His eyes watch Onii as he sucks one of his fingers through his whimpers.

Once the three fingers move easily in and out, he carefully spreads them a little, always careful of his claws, and continues to ride Kin, increasing his pace and watching the beautiful, changing look on his face.

His face moves into a grimace of pain as the spreading happens, but he pants and whines. It takes time, he knows. The biggest phallus is not as big as Onii's THREE fingers and now they're spreading and he pants loudly and harshly. "Owwwww..."

"Shhh," he croons, "easy, my Kin. You can take this…you can take all of Onii's love…" He wonders if more coaxing and fingering is actually better at this point than just taking him. He poises himself to enter and smoothly withdraws his fingers. Ensuring he is fully coated with oil, he presses the head of his cock to the entrance and bends his body over Kin's, rounding his back and neck until he can brush his lips against his boy's. "You are safe and you are mine," he says, voice husky. "Just as you are neither servant nor slave but wear my harness, so you are neither mate nor full-blood sibling and you will take my fuck but not be mounted. Are you ready, my Kin?" His cock jumps and he wedges his head between the tight cheeks but not inside.

He trembles and reaches his arms up, going as good around Onii's neck as he can. "Kin is not scared. Well...Kin thinks he is not scared. Kin belongs to Oniisama," his trembly voice says. "Kin WANTS Onii's fuck. Please..."

"Kin belongs to Onii," he echoes, holding Kin tightly, covering his mouth with his own to swallow that first true cry at his first true thrust into his one and only boy. His fur wraps and curls protectively around Kin and its slender end toys with his little hardness. Sesshoumaru grips his cock and presses in, forcing the tiny hole to open and accept him. The muscles are tight but Sesshoumaru's determination to give this to them both is stronger.

He yowls into Onii and clutches HARD. He tries to relax, he knows how...he does know...it hurts...please Onii...he gulps and keeps his mouth open and does his best not to bite Onii's tongue, he sucks it hard and alternately makes muffled cries as Onii's cock begins to penetrate. He KNOWS it's easier if he relaxes. He's trying...he pants hard between kisses and cries into Onii's mouth.

His scent intensifies, peaks: entirely dominant, entirely in control. Kin must have not a moment's doubt that his body will take Sesshoumaru's cock. He releases his mouth after devouring that first scream, and he pulls back a tiny bit then in further, pushing into that tight band of muscle just past the opening…he must get his head through so Kin can find a way to relax around it. "Kin belongs to Oniisama," he pants, forcing his slick cock inside.

Kin's back arches and he's silent as the head of Onii's cock slips into him. His mouth is open, but no sound comes out. It hurts, and aches and stings and burns, but Onii...Onii..."Oniiiiiiiiiii..." he whines, breathlessly.

"Yes, yes…there, pup, you are mine…" His words are less coherent than he might like, but what can be expected with his cock strangled by Kin's incredible tightness. But it is so much more than the feel of it that moves him to thrust in more deeply and grip his boy more tightly. "Now and forever," he grunts, then begins, without even meaning to, to make that deep thunder in his chest to help his boy relax into this final claiming of his body.

Onii holds him tightly, and then the rumbling. He whines, loudly. Onii is hot inside him, and not as heavy as the phalluses. Onii holds him and makes rumblings and he wants more. Kin wants more. Onii is all around him and inside and over him. "Please..." His pants are loud and hard and open mouthed now, and his body begins to relax, slowly, though his grip on his brother does not.

Sesshoumaru's fur firms its grip a little around Kin's small body, taking possession around him as Sesshoumaru cock takes possession from within. He keeps pushing and soothing Kin with the sounds from his chest and the scent all around them both until he hilts himself with a satisfied—and relieved—groan. "Mine," he happily growls.

Kin's whine never stops, and in fact ebbs and grows and then quiets to a whining pant when Onii stops, and...and..."Full...Onii..." His head lolls in Onii's arm, his fur...he's full. All full. It is...so different from the phalluses... "Kin is hot," he whimpers as his body adjusts to Onii's thickness. "Hot...full...owwie..." He winces, but Onii holds still. And Onii makes soothing sounds and smells. And...and..."Kin belongs to Oniiiiiiii," he whimpers.

"Yes, pet. I know." Oh yes, he does know. Does know exactly how it feels to be as full as Kin is now. Moreso, given how small he was when his Lord Father fucked him for the first time. His entire existence narrowed down to a loving sheath for Papa's impossibly big cock, and he would not have had it any other way. No amount of pain compared to the pleasure of being Papa's boy. "Kin: no one will ever belong to me as you do. No one will ever receive my cock as perfectly as you do, no matter who else I may fuck for the rest of my life. More-than-child, more-than-sibling, more-than-mate. You are mine."

He listens to Onii's voice and feels his cock and his love and his body heat. The softness of mokosama, but the strongness that curls around him and holds him to Onii. "Kin's...best...present...ever," he manages to pant out.

"Mine too," he whispers. "Are you ready to be truly fucked, pup? Not just inside but ridden hard and deep until Onii releases inside you then pulls out and laps up every drop?" Even the thought of it makes his cock throb and leak.

Kin whines again. "Kin wants Onii's fuck...please. All of Onii's fuck. Please? Please? Kin...Kin belongs...Kin...wants Onii's fuck...all...all of it. All...and...and...yes please..." He babbles and pants and whines as he speaks.

Sesshoumaru's fur happily joins in Kin's enthusiasm and begins to stroke Kin's cock softly and rhythmically, barely allowing Sesshoumaru to push back a bit so he can get his hand down there and keep his boy nicely aroused and make the pup come when he does. "All," is his only reply as he rises up, wraps Kin's little legs around him, and begins to pound into him with all the greedy love and need inside him.

His whine is broken with each thrust as he clings to Onii, barely noticing his own hardness. "Oh oh oh oh oh..." The pain is still there, but it is SO good...so hot...so full. So...EVERYTHING!! He curls INTO Onii as he pants hard. So hard. So so good. He's hard. Hard and Onii is soft and hard and inside everywhere...yes please yes please..."Onii PLEASE!!" His cry is half delight, half overwhelming and half...just Oniiandkin. Oniisama and Kin.

Sesshoumaru thrusts and groans at the sweetness of Kin's whine, his begging, his scent of submission and need—so uniquely beta, so completely his. "Find your pleasure, too, my Kin…" he pants. "You will come for Onii when Onii comes." It is a command, and an expression of love.

He digs his claws into Onii hard, smelling his blood and whimpering. Find his pleasure...find his pleasure...he moans through his panting whines as mokosama makes his presence felt and he humps up into it, hesitantly.

"Good," he grunts, fucking more deeply and easily now, as Kin's body makes way for him as it must. It is good…so good. He could climax at any time, so rich is the moment, so perfect is the fuck.

It is at once too much and not enough somehow. It hurts and feels SO good. It floods his body with sensation and his voice with panting pleasure and desire. He humps harder, faster and gasps as the movement affects Onii's fuck.

Sesshoumaru moans openly, showing Kin his pleasure as he rarely has before. Each little movement sends shockwaves through his sensitive organ, making it swell further, ache more. "That's my boy…show me how you take my cock and make your own feel good." He realizes the feeling so close to the surface at this moment is only partially arousal and need. He is also so proud he has no words for it.

Kin screeches and moans and squirms, each movement making new feelings of pain, pleasure and ohhh...so hard. He's past speech. Oh please...

The pleasure his fur is taking adds to Sesshoumaru's already heightened arousal. Flashes of sensation from an appendage that is both his own sensory organ and almost a being unto itself make him shudder. Kin rocks tentatively and now automatically into his fur's soft grasp and Sesshoumaru feels it—truly feels it as if it were his own small body, taking Papa's fuck for the first time. Yet he is also, like Papa, the Alpha claiming what is his. This thought and all the rich, diverse stimulation brings climax suddenly, sharply into view.

His nose works, now harder, better, sharper though he is caught up in sensation, the pain of each thrust, but the pleasure of each thrust too, the soft tuggings on his little prick, and the way Onii's cock fills him so full, and pushes on a spot inside him...he knew it was there...Onii often used his finger to find Kin's "button" as he called it, and the phalluses could reach it and make him feel good too, but this is Onii, and he is hot and held and that spot never stops being touched. He whines suddenly, loudly at the big shift in Onii's scent. That is coming scent. That smell means Onii will come soon...very soon...oh please...Kin does not think he can come yet, and he wants to so much!!!

Sesshoumaru grunts with effort, commands his body to obey his will, even as he continues thrusting hard and deep. And his will is to experience this moment as one of claiming Kin as a fully sexual being. His pup yet, as he is to his Lord Father, his completion – extension of himself into the future. Hanyou Kin may be, but he belongs to his Onii and will experience all that his Onii can give him. "I will not come until you do, little one. Join me as I claim you."

He whines and holds his arms up. Not to be lifted but for Onii to come down to him. "Onii's..." he pants hard and whines again. "Mouth please? Please? Kin..." he gasps and pants again, "wishes...kiss...I..." He can barely form the words, and they are forced out of his mouth by sheer will and desire for his brother's taste inside his mouth as he is filled up. Filled right up. He knew, had been told repeatedly by Oniisama what it would be like, but that words could not ultimately prepare him. Onii was right. Onii is always right. Please...

Bending to give Kin his mouth, he groans at the pleasure in his need. And so wise is his boy: savoring all of him is what they both need. Not just dominance but intimacy. Not new to Sesshoumaru yet still surprising and nearly overwhelming in its implications. Who is Kin to him—each change and new form of closeness makes definition more complex, more difficult, and so much richer. He feeds his tongue to the little suckling mouth and his cock throbs with need to release. Come, Kin, come with Onii.

Ohhhh...that is so much perfect. Oh yes. Now he can taste Onii, and be filled from both ends and Onii's arm is around him, mokosama around him holding him and being fucked and fed his tongue as he licks and sucks and kisses back in utter, open submission. Onii needs to come...he wants Kin to come. Ohhhhh. Without realizing it he claws at Onii's shoulders with his hands as he's kissed and fucked and his prick glistens with…sweat? From Onii or himself, he does not know. He pants into the kiss, harder and faster. So close...

Sesshoumaru growls with delight at the small sharp pain of Kin's claws. Though recently clipped, they still prick him deliciously…perhaps the fuck itself makes them grow…and that very possibility strips the last of his control from him and he begins to come. The growl becomes thicker, heavier, and he fights the urge to free his mouth and roar as he grips his child and opens his hooded golden eyes to gaze upon Kin as he smells and feels and watches for the pup's smaller but no less needful release to begin.

Kin pants...pants...then arches his back into Onii and shrieks into his mouth, his claws digging in hard as he reaches his breaking point, his come, Onii said to come...for Kin to come...and oh gods, he's coming so hard, he won't ever ever STOP!!

Sesshoumaru smells the come—Kin's and his own—and the blood his little claws bring forth, perhaps also some from the little hole he has so savagely and so lovingly claimed. He growls and groans and accomplishes as near to a howl as one can when one's mouth is so entirely claimed by desperate, grasping little lips and tongue. His body throbs and pulses out its gratification, deep into Kin—gift and marking, adoration and ownership, dominant and submissive, brother and brother. He feels dizzy, close to swooning, and inwardly curses and laughs at himself for this weakness. Damned perfect little pet…so much power to move his Onii…

Kin clutches tightly to his bloodied marks, still panting and whining and twitching all over from the aftershocks of his own climax, and inside him he can feel the hotness and smell the liquidness he is so familiar with. And Onii's...his...what is it? Smells like needing...he tugs and moves and Onii rolls slightly, down now, still lodged deep inside Kin's ass. Now Kin is not just on his back somehow, but it is easy to curl against Onii and pant and whine and tremble and twitch, wrapped safe in mokosama. His harness, still strange to his body feels like an extension of his own skin, so soft and light it is. His mouth is free, but he doesn't want the freedom and it seeks out a flat nipple and sucks.

Is it he who moved Kin onto his side or Kin who moved him? Such a small body, pinioned by his still-hard cock. He pants and licks the light, sweet-smelling sweat from the nape of Kin's neck, nudging to the side the little slick clumps of his thick, white hair. "All of Kin belongs to Onii," he whispers in a damp ear. The little clench at his core is easily explained away as his cock pulsing out its remaining seed.

"Always," he pants back. Kin belongs to Onii always. Now...always. And everyone can see it. And he has Onii's fuck. His fuck. Really and truly his fuck. "Kin...Kin took Onii's fuck," he says what he's thinking in a dazed sort of panty voice. "Onii's fuck is inside of Kin. Right now."

"Onii's fuck and his dominance and his claim are in Kin," he corrects, feeling his cock begin to slacken. A part of him had hoped he would – could – knot the pup. But it would likely damage him…too much for now. And, in fact, Sesshoumaru does not know that he truly can knot. He has witnessed Papa knotted inside his Lady Mother with awe. Kin is not his mate. He is not grown. He tosses the hair from his eyes, dismissing concern. Nothing should mar the perfection of this moment – how he feels, how Kin smells, who they are together. "And Onii's fuck and dominance and claim are his love."

"Onii...Onii only loves Kin like this, yes?" His voice is tentative. He knows he is special to Onii. He knows this. "Only Kin is claimed, right? And Ken?" His claws come out of Onii's flesh and slide down to rest on Onii's chest. They're bloody. Onii's blood, not Kin's.

Sesshoumaru frowns as Kin withdraws his claws and his cock withdraws a little. Each gives its own sort of pain. "Kin—and Ken—are claimed. No others." He tries not to be reticent, the Kin always wants more. He reaches down and holds out Kin's hand. "Vicious puppy," he says with an inner smile at those red claws.

"Kin made Onii bleed. It isn't bad, right? Onii has his not-smiling face and smell on. Kin is claimed. Kin can make the ouches go away!!" He feels Onii's cock slip a little and he whines softly.

He licks the claws, one at a time. "No, pup, it isn't bad," he mutters between licks. He grunts as his softening and Kin's wriggling lead to his limp prick slipping entirely out. He wants to whine like Kin. "Before you make the 'ouches' go away…" He hoists Kin up as he did from their earliest days together and turns him upside-down. He licks and suckles the sticky, sweaty little puppycock and dips back to taste his seed as it leaks. He rumbles with pleasure at their blended flavor and scent.

Kin whines again, louder this time as he reaches down to touch Onii's cock and lick at it as much as he can reach. Ohhhhh..."Onii, I never tasted like this before! Not even Onii's FINGERS!!"

He dips Kin down so he can clean his cock more effectively. Such a hungry little dog, he gloats, just like his brother. He presses his tongue into Kin and is pleased to find no more than faint traces of blood. Mostly it is his come and Kin's musky little scent. He probes and savors, big dog enjoying his perfect pup without reservation.

Kin can suck the whole head in now, and get his tongue into the foreskin, which he loves and does with enthusiasm as his sore little bottom is soothed and stimulated by Onii's attentions. He whines again, with his mouth full of cock, a contented, breathy whiney moan.

A groan is forced from Sesshoumaru's throat at that tight little mouth on his flaccid cock. Sweet, precious, eager, servile little pup. He flips Kin over suddenly and kisses him deeply, forcing his come into Kin's mouth as he never has before. Always he has been greedy, but today? Let Kin share all.

He is turned up and over so quickly he is not certain his teeth did not graze that sensitive head...but no matter. His mouth is full suddenly of Onii. Not just his tongue which fills his mouth to fullness no matter what, but a big, big mouthful of come, taken from him...ohhh...he clutches at Onii's chest with his claws again, unthinkingly as he struggles with the mouthful. Though his little cock remains soft, he squirms in what is nearly a humping motion against Onii's sternum.

Sesshoumaru licks and kisses the little overflow from Kin's mouth, smiling inwardly and enjoying every bit of the pup's struggle to feast upon his Onii's liquid gift. His mind suddenly shifting, he realizes his hips are grinding into the air as if he were once again some oversexed adolescent. Perhaps he is.

He sucks and licks and licks and Onii licks and finally he pants and looks up at his brother. "Kin is fucked." His voice is questioning and content, curious and sated and an entirely satisfactory statement of fact all wrapped up in one.

"Entirely and...irredeemably," Sesshoumaru replies with a smirk.

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