The Crossdresser and the Ice Princess
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InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,919
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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In the Wake of a Kiss
Title: In the Wake of a Kiss
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and prompt: creamy, #4, awake (for the LJ comm inuromp, fall challenge in 2009)
Rating: barely Adult
Universe/Genre: manga-verse, AU timeline, smutty innuendo, autoeroticism
Words: 300
Warnings: men lusting men
A/N: Ice Princess. Nuff said.
* * * *
Jakotsu sighed as he ran his fingers up and down his shaft, scrunching his eyes shut, imagining they were his long slender fingers, ruthlessly pleasuring him. He gasped, whispering the other's name for no-one to hear. The field was empty save for the wind caressing the long blades of grass, the errant flower. He merely sat there, in the wake of the youkai's leaving and strove to take the edge off.
He had gotten his kiss.
But it hadn't been enough, not by a long shot. It could never be enough. The man had such heat, such pliancy under that hard exterior of his. He'd seen a glimpse, a mere glimpse but enough. He'd gotten a taste but wanted to gobble the whole thing up. Taste, touch and caress him all over. Sink into him...
He'd melt the ice-princess and make him beg. He'd woken him. Woken him to the possibility, stirred things up under that hard unyielding exterior. Teased unashamedly. Because those soft hot lips had been pliant under his, welcoming, for just a mere second. The other wore too much to tell if he'd gotten hard but Jakotsu knew at least he himself had. He held the evidence in his hand. Throbbing for the touch which had been withheld.
Sesshoumaru had merely left.
Left him standing on the field with a raging hard on under his kimono, flitting away on a cloud. He'd been left gaping after him. Hard and wanting. Sinking to the grass, he'd played out the scene in his mind, touching. Those gorgeous golden eyes, just slightly tousled silver hair... Imagined them thoroughly dishevelled, eyes dilated and lips bruised, moans tumbling from them. Under him as he thrust, gripped tight and hot, pleasure at it's best following a bloody tussle.
He'd make the prude moan.
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and prompt: creamy, #4, awake (for the LJ comm inuromp, fall challenge in 2009)
Rating: barely Adult
Universe/Genre: manga-verse, AU timeline, smutty innuendo, autoeroticism
Words: 300
Warnings: men lusting men
A/N: Ice Princess. Nuff said.
* * * *
Jakotsu sighed as he ran his fingers up and down his shaft, scrunching his eyes shut, imagining they were his long slender fingers, ruthlessly pleasuring him. He gasped, whispering the other's name for no-one to hear. The field was empty save for the wind caressing the long blades of grass, the errant flower. He merely sat there, in the wake of the youkai's leaving and strove to take the edge off.
He had gotten his kiss.
But it hadn't been enough, not by a long shot. It could never be enough. The man had such heat, such pliancy under that hard exterior of his. He'd seen a glimpse, a mere glimpse but enough. He'd gotten a taste but wanted to gobble the whole thing up. Taste, touch and caress him all over. Sink into him...
He'd melt the ice-princess and make him beg. He'd woken him. Woken him to the possibility, stirred things up under that hard unyielding exterior. Teased unashamedly. Because those soft hot lips had been pliant under his, welcoming, for just a mere second. The other wore too much to tell if he'd gotten hard but Jakotsu knew at least he himself had. He held the evidence in his hand. Throbbing for the touch which had been withheld.
Sesshoumaru had merely left.
Left him standing on the field with a raging hard on under his kimono, flitting away on a cloud. He'd been left gaping after him. Hard and wanting. Sinking to the grass, he'd played out the scene in his mind, touching. Those gorgeous golden eyes, just slightly tousled silver hair... Imagined them thoroughly dishevelled, eyes dilated and lips bruised, moans tumbling from them. Under him as he thrust, gripped tight and hot, pleasure at it's best following a bloody tussle.
He'd make the prude moan.