But I'm Not a Woman!
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,748
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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But I'm Not a Woman!
Disclaimer: All characters herein belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I just write fanfiction and gain no money from it.
It had started with a hand snaking up his tigh to pat his bottom.
He had spun around, indignant, a slight flush reddening his cheeks.
”Miroku!”
”Yes, Inuyasha”, the lecherous monk answered wryly, in mock earnest.
”You just grapped my butt!”
”Oh, I must have! Indeed.. How peculiar.. I just didn’t notice!”
Miroku wasn’t serious and Inuyasha knew it, something in the monks twinkling, dark eyes spoke to him.
”But I’m not a woman!”
The monk raked his eyes up and down his body, licking his lips.
”Yes, I can clearly see that.”
Inuyasha felt, what, violated? The eyes, that hungry gaze raking his body up and down. It was unnerving. He felt himself blush an even more prominent shade of crimson.
He jumped in surprise as Miroku invaded into his personal space, cupping his cheek with his beaded hand. Their eyes locked. Something seemed to click.
”I have a hungering for you..” Miroku whispered softly before he planted his lips upon Inuyasha’s, in what started as a sweet kiss but turned ravenous, hungry, possessing.
Inuyasha stumbled backwards, stunned. He broke the intimate connection of their lips but the heat, that that kiss had awoken in him, remained.
As the hanyo did little else, Miroku stepped back into his personal space again an wrapping his arms around him, continued to ravage his mouth. Inuyasha abandoned all decorum and answered his kisses with fiery tenderness.
Miroku pinned Inuyasha against a tree and cupped his hand against the hanyo's growing erection. Inuyasha moaned and jerked. Miroku coated Inuyasha's neck with kisses as his hands undid the pants of his hakama. Inuyasha had his draped around his shoulders to prevent himself from falling down as his legs slowly turned to mush.
Miroku slithered down his body, tugging the hakama pants down, his tongue lathing strong abs with a trail of saliva. Inuyasha writhed and moaned as wet licks hardened his already erect member. Miroku licked, nibbled and sucked his cock all over.
Miroku's hands travelled up and down Inuyasha's thighs and behind to squeeze his ass. His hand kneaded the firm skin of his globes, his mouth doing sinful things, distracting him. Miroku withdrew his hand to slick it with saliva and the pre cum weeping from the slit of Inuyasha's cock.
He opened Inuyasha and dipped a finger in. The hanyo jerked at the initial discomfort but settled as Miroku sucked him deep into his throat.
Muscles clamped tight around Miroku's fingers as Inuyasha came into his mouth, a single hoarse cry cutting the air. Ignoring the convulsing muscles Miroku spread him wider, scissoring his fingers.
He got up from his grouch, fingers still embedded deep within Inuyasha. He opened the front of his black and purple robes, his cock throbbing from the lack of attention. Gathering the pre cum leaking from his cock, he slicked it, hissing at the movement of his own fingers over his heated flesh.
Miroku withdrew his hand from Inuyasha's hole and lifted his hips, so that Inuyasha's legs dangled over his elbows.
“Wrap them around my waist”, he whispered, shuddering from unbridled lust. Then he positioned himself, long lean legs locked at the ankle at his waist, and began a slow slide into those awaiting depths.
Inuyasha grunted aside the pain and focused on the delightful feel of being stretched, filled. When Miroku was finally sheathed they shared a needy kiss. Miroku drew back, changed his angle just the slightest bit and rammed back in. Inuyasha bit his slip at the intense sensation. Pleasure so near to pain it was almost impossible to separate the two.
Moaning and writhing they fucked against the tree, Inuyasha's cock hardening with every thrust. Their arms wrapped around each other. They came together, thrust meeting thrust, their bodies moulding into one.
When Inuyasha felt he was near to come, he brought one unsteady hand to pump his cock.
They came in a flash of white. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable, but the aftershocks mulled it to a sweet shade of blissful contentedness and oblivion.
“You think I would have done this to a woman?” Miroku half-chuckled into Inuyasha's ear before post sex grogginess took them both out.
It had started with a hand snaking up his tigh to pat his bottom.
He had spun around, indignant, a slight flush reddening his cheeks.
”Miroku!”
”Yes, Inuyasha”, the lecherous monk answered wryly, in mock earnest.
”You just grapped my butt!”
”Oh, I must have! Indeed.. How peculiar.. I just didn’t notice!”
Miroku wasn’t serious and Inuyasha knew it, something in the monks twinkling, dark eyes spoke to him.
”But I’m not a woman!”
The monk raked his eyes up and down his body, licking his lips.
”Yes, I can clearly see that.”
Inuyasha felt, what, violated? The eyes, that hungry gaze raking his body up and down. It was unnerving. He felt himself blush an even more prominent shade of crimson.
He jumped in surprise as Miroku invaded into his personal space, cupping his cheek with his beaded hand. Their eyes locked. Something seemed to click.
”I have a hungering for you..” Miroku whispered softly before he planted his lips upon Inuyasha’s, in what started as a sweet kiss but turned ravenous, hungry, possessing.
Inuyasha stumbled backwards, stunned. He broke the intimate connection of their lips but the heat, that that kiss had awoken in him, remained.
As the hanyo did little else, Miroku stepped back into his personal space again an wrapping his arms around him, continued to ravage his mouth. Inuyasha abandoned all decorum and answered his kisses with fiery tenderness.
Miroku pinned Inuyasha against a tree and cupped his hand against the hanyo's growing erection. Inuyasha moaned and jerked. Miroku coated Inuyasha's neck with kisses as his hands undid the pants of his hakama. Inuyasha had his draped around his shoulders to prevent himself from falling down as his legs slowly turned to mush.
Miroku slithered down his body, tugging the hakama pants down, his tongue lathing strong abs with a trail of saliva. Inuyasha writhed and moaned as wet licks hardened his already erect member. Miroku licked, nibbled and sucked his cock all over.
Miroku's hands travelled up and down Inuyasha's thighs and behind to squeeze his ass. His hand kneaded the firm skin of his globes, his mouth doing sinful things, distracting him. Miroku withdrew his hand to slick it with saliva and the pre cum weeping from the slit of Inuyasha's cock.
He opened Inuyasha and dipped a finger in. The hanyo jerked at the initial discomfort but settled as Miroku sucked him deep into his throat.
Muscles clamped tight around Miroku's fingers as Inuyasha came into his mouth, a single hoarse cry cutting the air. Ignoring the convulsing muscles Miroku spread him wider, scissoring his fingers.
He got up from his grouch, fingers still embedded deep within Inuyasha. He opened the front of his black and purple robes, his cock throbbing from the lack of attention. Gathering the pre cum leaking from his cock, he slicked it, hissing at the movement of his own fingers over his heated flesh.
Miroku withdrew his hand from Inuyasha's hole and lifted his hips, so that Inuyasha's legs dangled over his elbows.
“Wrap them around my waist”, he whispered, shuddering from unbridled lust. Then he positioned himself, long lean legs locked at the ankle at his waist, and began a slow slide into those awaiting depths.
Inuyasha grunted aside the pain and focused on the delightful feel of being stretched, filled. When Miroku was finally sheathed they shared a needy kiss. Miroku drew back, changed his angle just the slightest bit and rammed back in. Inuyasha bit his slip at the intense sensation. Pleasure so near to pain it was almost impossible to separate the two.
Moaning and writhing they fucked against the tree, Inuyasha's cock hardening with every thrust. Their arms wrapped around each other. They came together, thrust meeting thrust, their bodies moulding into one.
When Inuyasha felt he was near to come, he brought one unsteady hand to pump his cock.
They came in a flash of white. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable, but the aftershocks mulled it to a sweet shade of blissful contentedness and oblivion.
“You think I would have done this to a woman?” Miroku half-chuckled into Inuyasha's ear before post sex grogginess took them both out.