The 200 Words Of Sesshy/Miroku Smut Series
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › Sesshōmaru/Miroku
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,522
Reviews:
6
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0
Currently Reading:
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Always
A deep moan echoed through the clearing. Two figures were entwined on the forest floor, bathed in moonlight.
Miroku licked a wet trail up from Sesshoumaru's crotch to his jaw. His hands caressed the pale silken skin, kneading just the right spots.
Clawed hands on Miroku's opening were stretching him, making him ready. He threw his head back, howling out a moan. Taking support from Sesshoumaru's shoulder, Miroku raised his hips and descended on the dripping cock.
The burn was almost unbearable.
Miroku stilled a bit, biting on his lip, unable to prevent a small whimper. Sesshoumaru raised his head and kissed him, claws now scraping at the pale flesh of his behind.
Sesshoumaru was squeezing him down on his cock. He moved tentatively. Hips bucked up to ram the thick length against that magical spot deep inside of him. He screamed in delight.
Being taken dry only made the pain intense and gut ripping. But oh, how it made the pleasure that much sweeter.
Upward meeting downward, grunt mixing with a moan, sweaty bodies writhing to completion.
Their sex was brutal, almost vicious and short.
He felt the other release inside of him, following suit.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
“Always.”
“And forever.”
Miroku licked a wet trail up from Sesshoumaru's crotch to his jaw. His hands caressed the pale silken skin, kneading just the right spots.
Clawed hands on Miroku's opening were stretching him, making him ready. He threw his head back, howling out a moan. Taking support from Sesshoumaru's shoulder, Miroku raised his hips and descended on the dripping cock.
The burn was almost unbearable.
Miroku stilled a bit, biting on his lip, unable to prevent a small whimper. Sesshoumaru raised his head and kissed him, claws now scraping at the pale flesh of his behind.
Sesshoumaru was squeezing him down on his cock. He moved tentatively. Hips bucked up to ram the thick length against that magical spot deep inside of him. He screamed in delight.
Being taken dry only made the pain intense and gut ripping. But oh, how it made the pleasure that much sweeter.
Upward meeting downward, grunt mixing with a moan, sweaty bodies writhing to completion.
Their sex was brutal, almost vicious and short.
He felt the other release inside of him, following suit.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
“Always.”
“And forever.”