A Visit from Prince Kouga
Part II
Posted December 2012. Apologies for the long delay and thanks for prodding us to keep posting!
By Talon and Salome
Warning: Shota. Smut. Kinks of many varieties. Don’t read it if you don’t want to.
Kin can feel Jaken patting his head and reminding him that Lord Sesshoumaru will be back soon and Kini will be here soon enough and that it's his job to be a good host for the ookami Princess. But he still stares at the big double doors a few minutes longer, sucking his thumb and absently rubbing the edge of one of his harness straps. Prince Kouga...Uncle Kouga, he had insisted, was so free with Oniisama, something Kin had never, ever seen before. It was nice. Onii wasn't quite so free, and neither of them were overly so, Kin could just smell it. His ears flick. He promised Rin she didn't have to come out right away. He covered her cage with furs. She could stay hidden because she is afraid of wolves. Later maybe, but not now. Not until Kin knows it's safe. Leiko is taller than him, but not so very much older.
Leiko watches Kin. Kin...that's not his real name, Daddy said. He's not gold, anyhow, just a hanyou. But Daddy says he's special to Lord Sesshoumaru and she must be nice, so she will be nice. But she's a princess and he may be special but he's not a prince. So she's thinking about that, too. He's sucking his thumb, something babies do. He's got claws and fangs, but he's a baby. She shrugs and looks around the chambers more closely now and she can really explore. The little green servant smells protective, but she's not going to break anything, just look around some. She smells the slave in her cage and grins. She doesn't walk in that direction, though. She'll see about the slave later. Right now, she smells the big bed, mingled of Kin and Lord Sesshoumaru. So, they sleep together, do they? Other softer smells arise, female, milk. Who's that? she wonders. Not Kin's mother, Daddy told her about that. Human. Concubine. She feigns distaste without really understanding. "Is this where you sleep?" she asks, to bring Kin over so she can ask other questions she really wants to ask.
He turns and blinks. Jaken retreats to his stool to watch them both because that's what Jaken does. "In the bed? Yes." Oniisama said that Leiko was very pretty. Kin thinks she is, but he suspects Onii said that for Prince Kouga's benefit. Maybe. He's wearing new silk hakama, the kind with real gold thread embroidery in them, made from demon spider silk so they won't tear or stain as easily. Leiko is wearing very pretty furs, so far as he can tell. And she has a tail, like her father. Like Hana, only Hana's tail is much poofier and prettier, Kin thinks. Leiko is not like Hana.
"Do you sleep at the foot of the bed?" she asks, not turning but listening as Kin approaches. Princesses lead, they do not follow. "There?" She points at the foot of the bed. Kin is inu, or part anyway. Like Lord Sesshoumaru. Dogs don't sleep in a pile like wolves. And Kin isn't Lord Sesshoumaru's son, just his half-brother. And he wears that leather and metal thing, almost like a horse's harness. So he's "special" but a special servant, probably. Even if he has privileges. She wants to understand exactly what Kin is, a category to put him in. She'll feel better if she understands.
"Not any more. Mokosama won't let me and Onii likes me where he can touch me. When I first came to live with Oniisama, I slept at the foot of the bed. But sometimes even then I woke up with him holding me. Why do you want to know?" His nose tells him something is going on, but not exactly what. In the background, Jaken keeps quiet, so this must be okay.
Leiko turns, now that she's asked a direct question. She shrugs her little shoulders and her fur slips down. She likes when it does that. It feels nice on her arm and Daddy says she has pretty soft tan skin. Kin is very pale. But his skin looks soft enough. Not as soft as hers, probably. She wonders who this "Moko-sama" is. Silly name, probably for some silly rabbit youkai servant or something. They're fluffy. But why would a servant not let Kin sleep at the foot of the bed. She frowns. "Who's Moko-sama?"
Kin pats his right shoulder. "Onii's fur, here. That's mokosama. He likes to wind around me and keep me safe. Onii says sometimes mokosama has a mind of his own. And that our Lord Father's fur is the same way." His ear flicks slightly as a stray hair tickles it. "You have a tail," he remarks.
Leiko giggles, light and high. She used to call Daddy's tail his "fur brother," she remembers. But Kin using the honorific is just...silly. She flicks her tail for Kin. "Yes, Daddy and I have tails. Mommy doesn't. But she has fur on the tips of her ears." She points at Kin's head. "You have puppy ears. Can I pet 'em?" She sees and smells Kin not liking that question. "I'll let you pet my tail if you do." She smiles prettily, showing her little shiny fangs.
Kin takes a step back. It is one thing to let Hana touch his ears. She's his sister, his best, favorite, only sister. Hana wouldn't hurt him on purpose or accidentally because she knows his ears are sensitive. And of course Onii can touch his ears because Kin belongs to Onii and therefore his ears belong to Onii. And Rin belongs to Kin, so he can tell her how to touch his ears. "It is a very nice tail, Leiko-sama," he says politely. "But no thank you." His ears have long since gone flat to his head. He doesn't think Leiko would hurt him, he simply doesn't know her. But then he let Teru touch his ears. But Teru had ears like his and they were hurt. He's supposed to be a good host. Is this being bad?
Leiko shrugs again. "Ok." She scratches her nose. "You don't have to be scared, y'know. Our Dads--I mean, my Daddy and your...brother--are friends. So we can be friends, too. Do you wanna be friends?" She offers a sweet smile and notches down the scent of her dominance as best she is able. She's not so good at not smelling alpha. She likes the smell, and it comes out a lot, Mommy says. Daddy calls her his little alpha princess, and she likes that. But Kin is scared, and she doesn't think he'll be much fun when he looks and smells like that. She fishes in the little fur bag at her belt and pulls out a little hunk of dried meat and berries. Daddy said Kin likes it. "I got a treat here, you want it?"
"Kin isn't scared." Not of what Leiko thinks anyway, he can smell. "I know. Onii writes letters to your Father lots and it makes him happy. And Onii is happy today because Prince Kouga came to visit." Does he want to be friends. That's such an odd question to his mind. "Kin would like to be friends," he says cautiously. He can smell the decrease in her alpha smell and cocks his head, then eyes the treat. "I do like them. They come with messages to Onii. Onii says they're disgusting, but he lets me chew them on his lap, so they aren't that disgusting."
Leiko tosses Kin the treat then gets one out for herself, lets her legs fold under her, and sits down on the thick fur rug and leans her back against the bed. It's a better idea, she decides hastily, than sitting on the bed itself. Wouldn't want Kin to be upset. He might tell Daddy. Mouth full of chewy dried game, she asks, "What do you do for fun around here?" There is mischief in her voice and her eyes, but not malice. She can smell submission on Kin, but not absolute. She senses he might have a playful, even naughty side. Making a little mischief is just the way to spend the day, since Daddy won't let her be with him.
Kin snags it out of the air with a deft hand and is quick to gnaw the end off the small treat until it's small enough that he can put the whole thing in his mouth comfortably. The treats that came with the letters were bigger and made for long chewing. These were nibbly treats, but the same mix of dried meat, berries and fat that the other treats were made from. He flops down on the floor and gnaws thoughtfully before answering. "Lots of things," he says. "I have toys, or paper and ink and paints to draw with. I can go in Onii's garden so long as I have a suitable guard with me. Kini plays good games too." He deliberately leaves out mention of Rin. Leiko seems nice, but she is wolf, and wolves scared Rin.
Leiko ponders a moment as she chews, then sits up and snaps her fingers. "I know!" she barks. "You got that...harness thing and all, and I bet there's a leash around here somewhere..." She glances around the room but figures Kin will know. "Let's play you're my puppy. Like a real dog. I'm the princess and you're the royal puppy!" She beams with excitement. Visions of Kin on all fours, peeing on bushes and letting her pet his ears...or at least his hair...dance before her.
"Yes, there's a leash. It's over there." He points to the cabinet by Oniisama's bed. There are a few other things in that particular compartment, but Kin is so used to them all, it doesn't occur to him that the various bed play toys would be anything exceptional. "And I am a puppy," he points out. "And Onii says you are a princess."
Leiko hops up and heads for the cabinet with grabby hands extended. "Yes, but you're a...hanyou puppy, and I want you to be my puppy-puppy. Like on all fours and me holding your leash, see?" She rummages and finds the leash, among other things that might be interesting to explore later. But Leiko is a single-minded little princess, and right now she wants to take Kin for a walk. Just to see how it feels.
Be an actual puppy? He could do that. It seems to make Leiko happy, and that's his job, right? To be a good host to make the Princess happy during her visit. Besides, it sounded like fun. Still..."A hanyou puppy is still a puppy-puppy." He shakes his head hard enough to make his ears flap, then sits up and since they're playing, he doesn't think Onii would mind...scratches an ear with a hind foot. "See?"
Leiko claps her hands and giggles. "Yes! Like that!" What a pretty little puppy he is, she decides. Why hadn't she noticed before? She comes over and speaks sternly but warmly, like a real pet owner. "Now, my puppy, I have to put your leash on. Be a good boy and I'll give you a treat." She pats her little bagful. She wishes he had a collar, but the strange harness will do. "Let's see..." She looks for the best little ring to tie the lead on.
He gets on his hands and feet helpfully...he's quite good at all fours still. "There's a ring in the middle. That's the one Onii uses if we go someplace crowded. Just incase." He doesn't add that he got grabbed once in a busy market for all of about ten seconds and the person who snatched him melted slowly and screamed as long as he could. And that Onii held him extra tight and how he wasn't afraid at all because Kin belongs to Onii and that's that. If Onii hadn't been so quick, Ken was RIGHT there. He almost came out but Onii was so fast he didn't even get a chance, and then Kin had to let him come out and tell Onii all that.
Leiko sniffs the air. For just a moment, Kin smelled deliciously wolfy, or wild, anyway. Something yummy. He must like being a pet. An idea blooms. "You could be my watchdog," she says. "Tame with me, so I can pet you and give you treats and everything, but fierce if anyone bad comes along." She eyes the green servant in the corner for a moment, then decides against it. No one would believe he could threaten her. Or anyone, really. She ties the lead tightly then turns away and tugs gently. "Come, pup."
He doesn't mind being her puppy, but he balks at being called "pup" by her. Because somewhere in his mind and in Ken's, only Onii calls him "pup." But still willing to play along, he digs his heels in and pulls back on the leash. She'll have to do better than that.
Leiko stumbles a bit then rights herself as Kin refuses to be walked. She is more excited than upset, however. "Oh, is my puppy a bad doggy?" She turns and puts hands on her hips, the leash tight in one little fist. "Bad pups get spankings you know." Her voice is rich and her hand itches. Oooh, how she's love to spank Kin, even more than petting his ears!
Kin is not entirely sure how to react to that. On the one hand, he is playing a puppy, and if he were to play a bad puppy, he supposed there would be a play spanking that would follow. On the other hand...well best to not think too hard about it. If he's going to be a puppy, he is going to be a puppy. So he sits on his bottom, scratches his ear again, then on all fours, shakes himself from head to toe and trots to make slack in the leash. He isn't positive but he's pretty sure he ought to avoid play spankings.
Leiko cannot help but giggle. She leaps and throws her arms around Kin. "You are such a bad puppy!" she squeals, but there is no malice in her tone or her scent. She must ask Daddy if Kin can come stay with them awhile. The way he scratches his ears with his feet is just too cute! She pets him and nuzzles into his soft-smelling hair, even being careful not to touch his ears since he didn't say she could.
Okay, this is nice. There's petting and nuzzling and not touching his ears, this is a good game! He doesn't have a tail to wag, not like Leiko...or Teru...but he pushes thoughts of Teru aside at once so he can play. It isn't as though he doesn't know how to be a happy, wriggly puppy without a tail, after all. He wuffs and wriggles like the puppies that roam the castle with their dams do when they get excited.
Leiko pets and coos to her puppy as he makes good puppy noises and smells like a good little puppy, too. But suddenly, as her bare leg brushes against Kin's hakama, she realizes what is needed next. She makes a soft, sad, manipulative sigh. "Oh, Kin. I guess we can't play this game anymore." She takes her arms from around him and flops down, letting the leash drop. Then she sighs once more for effect. She hopes her scent doesn't give her away as she tries to make it sad, too.
He's confused enough by her words and actions to not follow her scent closely. "Why not? I thought you wanted to play puppy with me!" His eyes are big and confused. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to...sometimes it just happens!"
She fights back a giggle because this puppy hurt her? Please. "No, no, it's not that. It's...your hakama. Puppies don't wear pants." She pretends to have just discovered a solution. "Oh! Wait! Maybe the game can be saved! Just take off your hakama and be naked like a real doggie!"
He blinks. "Is THAT all?" He spends more time than not naked while in Onii's rooms anyhow. Modesty? What's that? It isn't something he's exactly afflicted with. He kicks off the hand made, expensive, demon spider silk woven pants without a second thought. "Leiko should have said so in the first place, then Kin wouldn't have thought he hurt her," he scolds, though not in any angry sort of voice.
Leiko grins widely as Kin reprimands her in his silly little voice, still talking about himself in third person, which she...almost never does anymore. She licks her lips as he strips down, flashing a glance over at the green servant, who doesn't seem troubled by this. Kin must be naked an awful lot. Leiko thought dogs didn't do that as much as wolves. Lord Sesshoumaru wore more clothes in one formal ensemble than her father even owned! She picks up the leash. "Come now," she says, hoping he'll obey this time and they can have a nice walk...and maybe he'll even pee for her! Right on the rug. So she can really punish him!
Kin tosses his head, more to get the hair out of his eyes than anything else, and obediently trots after her on all fours. His harness jangles considerably, but he's naked and entertaining Leiko, and having fun at the same time. The only way it could possibly be better would be to have Kini instead of Jaken, but Onii said she would come as soon as she could. Kini was helping another servant give birth and Kin knows from experience in the concubine quarters, a birth takes LOTS of women and also usually the old healer, too.
Oh, this is wonderful! Kin is letting her lead him, making little puppy sounds with his harness thing and being naked and on all-fours like a real doggy. She tosses a crumb of treat over her shoulder and looks out of the corner of her eye to see if he will catch it in his mouth or try to use his hands. If the latter, she can tell him he's cheating on the game and punish him or something. And if he catches it in his mouth, just right, she can pet him. Either way, she likes this game, and her tail wags happily behind her to show it.
Kin eyes the scrap of treat and waits until the last second to snatch it out of the air, without even taking his hands off the hand-woven rug. He knew real dogs COULD catch things with their paws, but they had to be taught to do that. And he's being a puppy. And why eat it off the floor when he can just as easily nip it out of the air? He almost forgets to chew it.
Leiko squeaks happily and keeps walking around the big room, behind chairs, around the desk, back over to the bed. "Does puppy have to pee?" She hopes so.
Kin shakes his head. Nope. He doesn't. He went before Leiko got there, and Kini is still gone, so nope. No pee. Then he scratches his ear again because she seems to like it when he does that.
She's immune to the scratching thing now that she has puppy pee on her mind. She wants to see if he can do it like a dog, leg up but still on all fours. "It's part of the game, though," she whines, wishing this little hanyou would just obey and stop making everything complicated.
"But I don't have to pee," he says reasonably. "If Kini were here maybe I would, but she isn't and Onii isn't, so I just don't have to pee."
If who were here? "You'd have to pee if someone were here? Can't you pretend I'm Kini and pee?" This game needs to stay more fun. "Kin, I wanna see you pee like a puppy!" she finally says, tossing up an arm in exasperation.
Patiently he sits down on his bottom, his arms folded in an unconscious imitation of his father. "You don't have breasts," he says flatly. "So you don't make milk. So there's no milk for me to drink to make me have to pee. So no, I can't pretend you're Kini. And I can't pee if there's no pee to come out!" The gesture may be his father's, his voice has the distinct tone of Ken to it, though Kin remains in control and Ken has no intention of taking over. Just being close by.
Leiko smells that yummy little feral smell again, and it makes her dismiss the nonsense talk of breasts and milk. Everyone knows puppies always have to pee, anyhow. "You smell good," she says, coming closer and sniffing. "How come your smell changes like that?" Maybe he doesn't even know, but maybe he does. "First you're like a tame little puppy, then you get all pouty and then you smell…I dunno…not dominant, but…different."
"Ken," he says as though that explains everything. "Right, Jaken?" He's long since left off the honorific in private even though Jaken is a very high up servant indeed; he is, to Kin, one of his pack. Jaken nods his beaky green head and chooses, wisely, to remain silent. His instructions were to make sure the pups were safe and content. Also he knows better to get into a battle of will with an alpha female, no matter the age.
Rin perks up her ears when little master Kin mentions Ken. She's met Ken, who is fierce and a little frightening but didn't hurt Rin. Kin let him come out and meet her. His fangs are bigger and his eyes are red, and she'd scrambled back into a corner when he first came out and covered her face, but it was all right. Ken told her he wouldn't come closer until she was ready. And when he did, he licked her hand and nuzzled into her lap to show her he wasn't dangerous, and then he'd told her all about himself, and how he was Kin but himself, too. So many surprises in her new life, but she likes Ken. He's growly like she once was when she had to live on her own in the woods. And Ken said he liked her, too. But now there is this…wolf girl, this princess who is the daughter of big master Sesshoumaru's friend, Prince Kouga. Rin shudders at even the thought of having a wolf in the room, but she's been so nicely hidden in her cage. She can't see out, but no one can see in, either. It was Kin's very good idea. But now? The princess is not being respectful to little master, and she wonders if Ken is going to come out and fight her. She peeks, just a tiny peek, to look at the wolf.
Leiko cocks her head and folds her arms across her chest, still not releasing the leash. She looks from pup to servant and back. They make no sense at all around here. Then she hears something in the corner, a tiny rustling, and she smells something, too. It's the slave. The little human slave Kin has. And is hiding from her. "Let's see your slave," she commands.
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"It's just at the end of this hallway," Sesshoumaru says, taking long strides as if he can walk fast enough to ward off the tension of being so near Kouga after all this time, smelling him, just feeling that beautiful ookami aura. The urge to turn and grab hold of him--with arms, legs, lips, fangs, fur--is nearly overwhelming. Then awareness suddenly hits him like a blow to the chest and he stops in his tracks and gives a groan that was supposed to be a chuckle. "But you know exactly where my official reception chamber is." It comes out as awkwardly as he feels it, he's certain.
Kouga is looking around, noting what things have changed and what have not. "Unless you've moved it at the behest of your little master, I do," he grins. His tail wags, and walking behind Sesshoumaru he's able to get a nice noseful of dog scent. "There are more guards than I remember," he remarks.
Kouga's easy comfort--or ability to fake it--reassures Sesshoumaru, as it always used to. He tosses his hair back with an elegant hand in lieu of a chuckle, but he smiles inside. "What pleases me pleases Kin," he boasts. "Though it's difficult sometimes to tell who comes up with a thought first." It is a concession, an attempt not to be defensive. "I imagine your Leiko knows how to lead the way." Quite the little alpha, that girl. And Kouga is wildly proud of her. He is more protective of Kin, of course, by necessity. Yes, there are more guards indeed.
"Oh you are so puppy-whipped," Kouga chuckles. "It's a lovely sight to see." The last line is neither said nor meant with any malice or ridicule, and his scent and body language is clear on that. "Mmm. She does. She's quite demanding and bossy as any alpha bitch pup is apt to be. But learning the difference between being alpha and being a bully...well that is more difficult to teach I'm afraid. You're certain they'll be fine with Jaken watching them? He never could keep up with us after all."
Sesshoumaru does turn then, a sparkle in his eye. The kindness of his teasing, the scent of his affection: how has he survived without it so long? "They'll be fine," he says with confidence. Not because Jaken will keep them in check, but because Kin knows how to deal with dominance, and because Kini will be along soon. Acting as midwife for a fellow servant's birthing is not what he feels is a worthy excuse for not being where he wants her when he wants her there, but Kin is safe and argued prettily in her defense. He is Kini's champion, and it sits well on the pup. He turns again and takes the last few steps do the room that awaits them, with refreshments befitting a wolf prince and a Lord who rarely eats. "Come in," he says, guards moving smoothly aside to open the doors.
"I believe you." And he does. He can read so much unsaid in his old friend and that, more than anything, puts him at ease. Falling back into old habits, discovering that Sesshoumaru has not become an unknown entity is a relief. "Ha! I remember when your father gave you these rooms." He doesn't fail to notice as the doors close behind them, the corner with toys and half chewed treats sent by him with his runners, nor the piles of furs and cushions in comfortable places. "You were so proud of the desk..." he rubs his fingers across the golden grain of the wood and gives a bark of amusement. "You must REALLY love Kin," he remarks as his fingers and eyes find the character engraved into the otherwise spotless wood.
Sesshoumaru watches Kouga take in the familiar chambers, and he sees them with the eyes of years past, too. There's so little Kouga doesn't know about him, about this castle, about love. He frowns excessively as Kouga sees Kin's mark. "Yes, the pup will insist on marking his territory. Though there are scents ingrained in this wood that no engraving can touch…" His voice trails off as he approaches Kouga, arm extended to touch him, then pulls back, moving to the low table on which tea and fruit and strips of marinated meat have been laid. He mustn't presume. Life is very different for them both now. Kouga especially. Married. Mated. He mustn't forget.
"Very true," he says dryly. Your father, for example." He turns to watch Sesshoumaru and breathes in his discomfort. He smirks a little, then, with the quickness and silence he's known for, he appears at Sesshoumaru's ear and whispers, "Hey, faglips..."
Sesshoumaru draws in a quick breath and turns in surprise, the thought of telling Kouga he meant the scent of their fucking not his father whisked from his brain by the nearness, the heat, the sight of those bright blue eyes dancing with mischief, and the absurdity of that old nickname. "Kouga," he sighs, unable even to attempt to match wits. They are so close a kiss is inevitable. Yet he falters, stands in the space between past and future, in the gap he forced between them when Kouga chose a mate. He teeters…
Kouga's smile holds nothing of the smirk that so often accompanied their affectionate-ish (for what do you call name calling that de-evolved into blows and wrestling to various sexual situations?) name calling. Instead his tail wags and his hand wraps around the back of his best friend's head and draws him across the gap they had built from the past to the present and closes it by sealing his mouth over Sesshoumaru's.
It takes a moment for Sesshoumaru to realize the low, guttural moan is coming from him as they kiss. His fur goes in pursuit of tail as his hands grip hair (left) and ass (right). His mouth is full of spice, the taste of Kouga that fills and overwhelms his senses more than it ever has. For the moment, it doesn't matter that he can taste what must be his mate. She can't matter when the miracle of actually having Kouga in his arms is taking place. He draws his tongue along those so-familiar fangtips, then deepens the embrace.
Kouga's claws fist in the familiar heavy, silken fall of hair and his tail wags as it's wound and stroked by the familiar, strong and soft fur. And as Sesshoumaru opens a bit more he can taste the unmistakable flavor of puppy and the sweetness that he knows is associated with Sesshoumaru's favorite wet nurse. He's panting when the kiss finally breaks off in favor of nipping and biting various places on faces and necks. "Fuck, dogface, I missed you."
He wants to devour every bit of him at once. He wants this not to be a dream, his guilt-ridden imagination, a fantasy brought on by drinking puppy piss. Please let it not be. He lets his eyes open to find Kouga, panting like he is, looking at him with longing both remembered and new. He searches for words, to jest like Kouga has always done, his Kouga. "I've missed you, too," he whispers into a pointed ear, "you beautiful wolf." He lets his claws trail gently down that sweet, elfin face, then down that long, tan throat. "You look good enough to eat, darkmeat." And he is proud to have gotten anything even vaguely humorous out of his always too-serious inuyoukai mouth before he fills it back up with wolf flesh.
"I'm always good enough to eat, even for you." He pushes himself into Sesshoumaru, pulling at his clothes and filling his mouth and breathing him in. "Fuck," he pants. "I can't remember when I've been this hard."
Can it be happening this fast, as if nothing happened to separate them, nothing kept them apart for years? Kouga's scent is slightly sharper, more mature, as is his beautiful face, and his hair is now almost as long as Sesshoumaru's own. But the changes are superficial, and what is real between them is just as strong as it ever was. Better than any dream or fantasy, he reaches out to feel the truth of what is happening, hand warm and firm under Kouga's furred loincloth. "Skirtboy," he murmurs, loving now as he always has the ease of access under that short little garment, thick hard wolfcock and heavy balls beneath. "So hard for your dog."
"Not a skirt," he says automatically, then bursts out laughing as he throws his arms around Sesshoumaru and hugs him, hard. "Oh, I've missed you SO much," he says, his eyes wet. He doesn't mean to break the sexual presence and scents they were putting out, and he's certainly not any softer, but he just can't help himself. "Please say you missed me too, pillowfucker."
Sesshoumaru smacks the hard cock gently and playfully, and joins in the mirth as best he can. No open laughter for the young Lord of the West, of course, but he gives the smile that came so much easier before he lost his wolf to adulthood. "Can't you tell? Can't you smell it in every pore of me, you idiot wolf? Fuck yes, I've missed you. I've ached for you for so long I forgot what it feels like not to ache!" He scoops Kouga up into his arms and grins at his own foolishness in forgetting that Kouga is lithe and slender but not puppyweight. "Kiss me again, you overripe fruit you."
Kouga snorts as he's lifted up. "Not what you're used to lifting, na?" That smile...it warms him from the inside out. "Of course I can smell it," he retorts. "I just wanted to make you say it. And I am NOT overripe, thank you so much. I'll have you know I bathed very nicely before running all the way here from home." He nips Sesshoumaru's bottom lip, then sucks it in between his teeth.
Sesshoumaru growls teasingly as his lip is claimed. He can't reply in words when he's being bitten, but he's not in need of words now. Kouga is very literally in his arms, and he may never let him go again. When at last he can speak, though, he does. "You smell…incredible."
"You taste even better." His tail thumps against Sesshoumaru, wound even as it is by his willful fur. "Absence makes the cock grow harder. Betcha your ass misses my wolfmeat." He grins and leans up to kiss Sesshoumaru again. "I know my ass misses dogmeat."
Sesshoumaru's cock is dog-hard and leaking now, every bit of him is hungry for his Kouga. "My cock wants in, bad." As for his ass, no one fucks Sesshoumaru but his Lord Father, or has done since Kouga last fucked him years ago. He can't say he wouldn't…but if he can be top dog, oh he will. And he won't spoil the moment by mentioning that Kouga is a married wolf. He won't.
Kouga whispers in his ear. "I know perfectly well I'm mated and married, dogbreath. You know us wolves are horny bastards. I'll sire no pups on you and my mate will be well pleased. Think a moment; would I do this if it would hurt either one of you?" He doesn't have to hear the words to smell Sesshoumaru's faint apprehensions and figure out where they come from. He knows perfectly well there's been no cock in that pale, striped ass except Lord Tai's since the last time they fucked. And he, Kouga after all is the one who left to mate.
Sesshoumaru offers a derisive snort that comes out far less dismissively than it should. No way to get any emotion past his Kouga. And as if he cares whether the bitch back home will be hurt or not! "I see you've been planning this seduction for some time, caveboy." His hand finds its way into that not-skirt again as he sets them both down gracefully in an ample chair. The very chair, in fact, in which Kouga gave him the first blow job of his life--well, not counting Papa.
"I've dreamed of this ever since I stopped being pissed when we fought over my mating," he says, honestly. "Ooof," he grunts as Sesshoumaru sits, light as a feather into the big chair. He grins and thrusts a little into that hand. "Besides, you already asked me if being mated had turned monogamous and I told you it hadn't, except I was too busy to do much even with my cousins. And if memory serves, I then went outside and jerked off and spilled seed into the dirt in honor of you."
"Did you now?" Sesshoumaru quickly responds, seemingly ignoring the rest. A scroll missive was one thing, but the flesh was another. And how the hell did he always know what Sesshoumaru was thinking, anyway? Still...he's been dreaming of this, just as Sesshoumaru himself has. What an ass he's been, and how grateful he is to Kin for making this possible. It is without doubt Kin's influence that is allowing him, at this very moment, to have Kouga's cock in his hungry grip. And why should the hand enjoy while the mouth does not, he decides, wrapping himself around Kouga and bending forward to suck that cock straight down his throat.
"NNnnnfuck dog...you haven't lost your flexibility in your old age, that's for sure." Kouga manages to gasp and groan at the same time. "I did," he says in response then groans again. "If you're not careful, I'm gonna grab you by the head and fuck your face so hard it'll be numb for days..."
He grins to himself, enjoying every animal sound out of his beloved wolf's mouth as he braces for the gripping of his head that very well may happen as he scrapes his teeth without mercy on the upstroke and gets his hand on those balls to grip and tug them just like his wolf always loved it. He gives a deep rumble in throat and chest that can't help but reach that hard, hard shaft.
"Oh you FUCKER," Kouga gasps and twists himself around so he can wrap his legs around Sesshoumaru's neck and grab his head with both hands. "I warned you, dog," he grunts out through gritted teeth. "Fuck, I could come right now. But what a waste that would be when I could do...this..." and he shoves Sesshoumaru's head down until he feels his nose against his groin. "Take it, cocksucker."
He knew it was coming, and he takes it now like the expert his Papa has made him...and has Kouga has made him, too. He swallows that thick, slick wolfcock down and rejoices in the tight grip of those skilled hands and those sharp claws. He grunts with effort and furious arousal. The taste of that pre-cum, the feel of that perfect prick in his throat. Oh, how he's going to fuck him...so hard and so long...
"Bit of a change from puppycock, yeah?" Kouga grins even as he pants, hard and fucks that tight, wet, sharp mouth. "I got a big load with your name on it, dogbreath..."
The crudeness matched by openness, in word and deed, thrills Sesshoumaru through his whole body. His cock is soaking his hakama and he can't help but groan from somewhere deep, somewhere lost and found, somewhere with Kouga's name permanently etched into it. There is no pleasure like puppycock, but then, there is no pleasure like Kouga either. He redoubles his efforts to suck and lick and nip that beautiful cock to get his wolf to come before he's ready. He won't stop until that bratty mouth can't utter another word--at least temporarily.
"Oh...you...b...baaastard..." he manages before giving up speech in favor of howling growls and short, hard pants with harder thrusts. When he comes, the entire castle might have heard his howl but he couldn't have stopped it if he'd wanted to. And why would he want to?
