Bathing

A/N: Written as per request to Twistedhilarity who was able to snag herself the first one of my 10 free oneshots. She wished simply for Kougga/Miroku. Which she got.
Beta: The lovely Tasukigirl from LJ. She made me think and wish for a possible continuation to this. Kept on begging me to tell whom all Miro has been sleeping with.
Warnings: So that you know, this is such a pure PWP you wouldn't believe. Enjoy to the fullest. Thanks.

Bathing


”Do you mind, I was bathing!”

Kouga grinned at the monk's flushed, mildly indignant face. “Plenty o' room in this spring, don't ya think?” he leered at him.

So losing no time, Kouga shed his furs and entered the shallow pool of water.

“Or are you afraid that the big bad wolf will...eat you?” Kouga trailed off suggestively, striking a flaunting pose, hips barely under the water.

Was it just him or did he just see the monk blush? A feral grin spreading to his face, Kouga decided to find out.

He waded through the water towards the monk, who was now inching away from him. The ookami could easily smell the definite, lingering, sweet smell of arousal in the air.

“So, are you afraid?” he whispered huskily as he reached Miroku. “Or are you just very, very happy to see me?” Kouga asked, sliding his hand up the monk's thigh under the surface. The waters shifted and rippled, hitting the banks gently. The scent in the air spiked and surrounded Kouga's mind with a powerful, arousing haze.

The man wanted him.

“Ahh...Kouga, Why don't I just...” the monk as he tried to scoot away from the wolf with every intention of fleeing the scene. Even though Miroku was lusting after Kouga’s body, the monk would never admit it.

“Not so fast, houshi-sama...” Kouga snagged Miroku's wrist and loomed over the human, a feral grin firmly attached to his features.

Miroku struggled against his hold, a glint of fear in his eyes. The lust was there as well, lust for the wolf. His other hand bumped against Kouga's member under the water. It was hot and hard and it created a familiar stirring in Miroku's groin.

He gasped.

“Hmm, “Kouga hummed, his face suddenly only an inch apart from Miroku's.

“...Definitely happy,” he murmured as his other hand slipped over Miroku's slowly filling length, bringing forth another gasp, surprised and delighted. The wolf took it to his advantage, crushing his lips on the monk's, his tongue slithering inside Miroku's mouth for a taste.

Their groins aligned as Kouga deepened the kiss by pulling Miroku closer by his captive hand, slipping the other around his waist. The monk moaned into the youkai's mouth, his back arching and molding to his touch.

Heat rushed through his body, making Miroku press himself against Kouga more. “Eager, aren't you?” the ookami whispered into his ear, licking at the lobe.

The wolf could feel the erection pressing against his own and he ground his groin into Miroku's to elicit a deep moan.

“Mmm,” Miroku whispered breathlessly as pleasure shot through him, burning in his veins and making his head spin. Kouga was hot and hard against him. Miroku felt himself getting flushed and grinding himself against the other; anything to get friction.

“You…ah... like!?” Kouga bucked against him, their erections rubbing together and every move sliding them together, making them gasp deliciously.

He let a finger slip into the monk's mouth. The man sucked it in and fucked it with his mouth, making Kouga groan at the erotic display. The monk sucked in all of Kouga’s fingers with equal fervor. The wet appendages popped out from between Miroku's luscious lips with a pop, the monk hopping up over the edge and settling down on the bank and splaying his legs, offering himself. Wet bangs hung over lust filled pools of deep purple.

Not letting such an offering pass by, Kouga slipped one finger in; resting his hand on Miroku's quivering thigh. The digit sunk in relatively easily, sinking in snugly, enveloped in the silken heat. “Pretty loose...” The ookami murmured, leaning in and against the monk for a ravenous kiss.

“I'm no virgin down there if that's what you're implying...” Miroku scoffed, hissing and impaling himself on the digit so that it was all the way in, Kouga's other fingers splaying against his ass. He let out a deep echoing moan. It felt so good!

“Like that?” Kouga asked, other hand roaming Miroku's chest to tweak a nipple. He crooked the finger inside the humans bottom, hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves.

Miroku moaned deep and arched his back. “There…ohh….just there... nghh!”
Kouga stroked against the spot a few times more, his other hand playing with the monk's nipples until he added a second finger. Miroku rode the digit eagerly, his head thrown back. He moaned every time Kouga hit his prostate. The ookami chuckled, his hand reaching lower and gripping their erections together.

“I'm just that good, aren't I?”

Licking a wet trail down Miroku’s neck, Kouga slipped in a second finger. Once the other digit penetrated Miroku, he rammed himself down on the intrusion and sweet fullness. Kouga's hand squeezed their members together again, running up and down.

Kouga began scissoring his fingers to stretch Miroku out. The water and pre-cum would just have to do for making it slick. When Kouga added a third finger and had no protests from the monk he began to wonder just how much did the monk sleep around.

Miroku scrunched up his face, panting hard. His legs trembled as he gripped at them, keeping them open for the ookami. “I'm plenty stretched, just fuck me already!” he groaned impatiently, his cock leaking and lust hazing his eyes.

Kouga slicked himself with what he had, spit and pre-cum, and poised himself.

The monk grazed him with a look that spoke of his frustration and need to be filled. “I'm not gonna break...Aaaah!” he cried out, pained, as Kouga slid in with one long thrust.

Kouga was keeping still within the tight confines of the monk's body. “Hey monk…you alright?”

Miroku took a few deep breaths, one single whimper escaping his lips, his hands gripping his thighs, nails digging into the flesh. His voice shook as he spoke, closed eyes opening to slits and looked straight at Kouga. “Just fuck me already!”

Kouga drew back, taking a firmer grip on Miroku's hips, and rammed back in, feeling the monk's inner walls caress his member deliciously.

“Yes!” Miroku cried as Kouga hit his prostrate, the thrust pressing his body against the bank, the ookami burying himself as deep as he could with every single thrust. “Fucking yes! Oh Buddha, harder!” He bucked in time of Kouga's movements, moaning and trashing. Miroku could feel Kouga's ragged breath and feel it against his cheek as his mouth was claimed.

“Like... that?” Kouga breathed against Miroku's skin, “Oh, monk... you feel so fucking good!” The ookami slammed deep into him, the monk's body devouring his.

“Harder!”

Kouga stepped up his pace, his already hard thrusts, grinding Miroku against the bank.

A cry followed every thrust. Miroku dug his fingers onto the grass of the bank, legs hooking around Kouga's waist.

The ookami was filling him up so good, playing his body like an instrument. Kouga was drawing the lust out of him, making him drown into the pleasure. The pain was near unbearable, but slowly tempering to hot pleasure…painful pleasure. It was rough, it hurt, but it was good.

He was tumbling over the peak even before he realized. With a violent cry of Kouga's name his body drew rigid for a second, becoming alight with tremors as the aftershocks went through his body.

Miroku's body convulsing around his member, Kouga came too, the bliss and oblivion more blinding than ever. He slumped over Miroku's heaving chest, panting.

He'd definitely do this again.